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A True Friend


Who is Wishing?:

Tell the wishing star a little about yourself:

Mastema pressed his wings down against his back as he craned up toward the sky, a look of smug satisfaction firmly situated on his face. “Star I have so very much to tell; and so little time to do so. What stands before you know is no beggar, but a great mind seeking its equal. This world offers me so little challenge. I can hardly be blamed for livening it up such as I do.” His hooves found the latest batch of trinkets, stolen from those whose hearts he had poisoned like his own, “Everyone I’ve met is naïve or simple minded, they think only of true love or their own claimed conquests, never of the greater picture. Pride and passion may overtake the minds of lesser beings so easily, I wish for one who is not so, someone who sees like I do how much more satisfying it is to draw things out, to play to the mind and the very soul of those who do not understand.”

10 Things I Like:
1. Seduction
2. Beautiful mares
3. Evil
4. Jewelry
5. Betrayal
6. Space
7. Long hair
8. Dark patterns
9. Glimmer
10. Royalty

10 Things I Don’t Like:
1. Extreme over the top gore
2. Aquatics
3. Extremely “good” breeds
4. Pastels
5. Baldness

What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?

With his piece said Mastema stepped back from his trinkets, leaving them begrudgingly. He knew he would find more soon enough, but wishing was hardly a comparable thrill to how he had acquired them. Among the trinkets were a tear stained scrap of red cloth and a broken crystal pendant.

A True Friend

Who is Wishing?: Familiar

Tell the wishing star a little about yourself:
I come out at night and frighten others that come into my woods! It's oh so much fun to see their fear, to see them run away, but it isn't so much fun doing it on my own. That is why I am wishing, wishing star, wishing for a friend that will be just like me. Eerie with a love for everything that is scary and a desire to frighten others; two-leggers, other familiars, and of course soquili. Someone who likes to stay out all night, someone to play hide-and-go seek with, and lastly, someone who would be able to stick up for me in case something goes wrong.....
10 Things I Like: stripes, darkness, creepy, plants, feathers, glowing, bones, insects, eye markings, and fog
10 Things I Don’t Like: Bald soquili, skin tones, clutter, rainbows, usdias, pink, bright/blinding colours, bulky build, gore, and clothing
What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Thrice muttered to himself, "I don't have a lot of belongings but I could spare my feathered necklace, I could always spook someone for theirs to replace mine." He nodded and bowed his head until he was able to slip the neckace off, placing it on a tree stump for the wishing star to see.

A True Friend

Who is Wishing?:


Tell the wishing star a little about yourself:
"I am...." Matania paused for a moment to really reflect on the question being asked. Who was she? How could she describe herself? She really had no idea. Words seemed to never give her enough leeway to speak of who she was, or, at least, not the correct ones to make her words come to fruitition. So, as Matania stood on the hill under the brightly lit moon and stars she sighed almost sadly. "My apologies if this description makes no sense what so ever. Words cannot seem to be enough to comprehend who I am, especially since..." she hesitated for a moment, "since I barely know who I am anymore."

Her glowing pink eyes gazed upwards in contemplation, "I am who I am. I am a wanderer, a fighter, and exiled someone who has lost everything. I have lost myself in these past few months. Lost everything that I knew, everything that I became, and everything I had wanted to be. I am someone who had fought for the freedom of my people...and I am someone who caused the death of many others in that quest. I am....not proud of what I had to do, what I have become as a warrior, a protector. For it seems that even in my desire to protect I only hinder and hurt those I love. I ask you, Wishing Star, to help me find that enlightenment once more. Help me find the purpose I have lost. And it is with this wish, I give you a part of myself."

And as Matania finished speaking, she reached back and plucked one of her prized feathers from her wings. The sting of being pulled was muted by her desire. In the end, nothing else mattered except finding herself again.

10 Things I Like:
- Spiritual
- Feathers
- Wings/Flight
- Golds
- Silvers
- Stars
- Whites
- Sheer Fabric
- Masks
- Jewelry

10 Things I Don’t Like:
- Baldness
- Evil
- Occult
- Darkness
- Blood

What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?
Matania's feather's are very near and dear to her. They're an extension of herself, her soul, her being. She hates to part with them. But her desire to find her spiritual guide drives to her pluck one of those feathers and leave it for the star in offering.

A Miracle Baby
Parent 1: Javan

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Parent 2: Grayson

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Link to at least one RP that indicates them as a couple: Bottom of the page (Was done through PMs a while back)
Link to approval post of the owner of the other parent: Link
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Without the ownership of a satchel or some other carrying utensil, I find life without the burden of many earthly possessions quite liberating. Aside from my oftentimes cumbersome scarf –as warm and necessary as it is- my only other possession is what I wear around my neck, a gift from my mother when I was still within that hot whicker. It’s been with me these young years, a part of me, and while I never attached some strong sentimental story to it like so many have to personal objects, I cannot deny looking at the purple gem reminds me of my childhood. I will offer you this, star, and something that is not just a part of me or my heritage, but something uniquely mine. With it I’ll fold a single feather. It seems silly I know, Grayson has told me on many occasions I should focus my keen eye on something more complicated, but I cannot help but be fascinated by the simplicity the feather holds. Within each tiny tendril is life, a reminder of a never ending cycle. A beautiful inception. The feather had belonged to Grayson’s wing, a part of his body, and in some fashion, his soul, and now a testament of our coupling.
Short IC Response: ‘I…I am skeptical,’ Javan stood, his lean head bowed low, neck craning forward as he callously observed the tiny tendrils glittering silver of a simple downy feather. Chosen. But must it? He felt odd for gently lifting it from his bedding, the leaves and strands of grasses now appearing dull and empty without Grayson’s little memento. Certainly he may be able to replace it, if he so asked, Javan was certain Grayson would allow him another, but why? Javan observed the little thing, so delicate and small. No, this could not be replaced. Who was he to judge its character. Who was he to assign to it significance. What else could he have chosen? What would be a part of him that he could offer that wasn’t so iconic if not his love for Grayson’s wings?
Tying the stem of the feather with his teeth between the wires of his necklace, he lifted the jewelry off the ground and carefully held it between his jaws. A feather and his family’s necklace. This was nothing of a trade, but something of a bribe. Would a star take bribes? It was Javan’s personal belief that there was no such thing as a value system. Not one Soquili was more important than another, no one less important, and no species was grander than another. The feather quilted him so because he had taken something, not something that had an immeasurable value, but something that was loved because it existed, because it was Grayson’s. A necklace wasn’t a worthy trade for his family.
‘I am skeptical, but if you can, please…please bless us. I understand, I understand no amount of blood will make a family, but please, a child. We can’t…please, Grayson, I love him, I love him as anyone else. Life would be the ultimate testament to that. Yeah, if I must give up a part of him and a part of myself, please, return those back to us in flesh. In life, in spirit. Maybe…maybe you can’t hear me. Is there anything there?’ He had never been close to his family, not his mother, his father, or his sister. A spares relationship could be said for the lot of them. Love was there, but it wasn’t all encompassing. Javan ached to have this closeness, the same closeness he had with Grayson, but different. Wouldn’t a foal be wonderful? The young stallion wondered. Was he ready? Was Grayson ready? The winged male certainly made better family material, as he already had wonderful teachers and examples from hi s existing family. His mother and father were upstanding and excellent guardians. Now Javan wanted the chance. He could do this! He would.
‘Please star, I don’t believe, but I’m willing to try. Give me a chance with a family. Give my mate a chance. Help me to connect. Give me a chance.’

My Long Lost Family Member
Soquili in search of a relative: no armor
Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): Sister
Race (first choice): Unicorn
Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): Wind
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? A small bundle of bright red flowers. That distinct color is the only thing he can remember about his home.
Short IC Response: Thunjeramon looked around, making sure no one was there. He felt awkward enough talking to a star; he didn't need anyone else seeing it. But he had been alone for so long... even when adventuring solo seemed like the best idea in the beginning. Now it felt like a punishment for leaving home so early. "Star, I was foolish to think I could lead a solitary existence. That...seeing the world was more important than family. I may not deserve it, but if I could find a sibling, a sister, with the same sense of justice as myself, I would be forever grateful." Thunjeramon nodded to the star, closed his eyes and walked away.

An Extra Gift
Parent 1:

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Parent 2:
(( Unpelted ))
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Link to Breeding Permission: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=2&t=22844669#334309799
Lifemates: No
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Tsunami leaves an offering of hope. Hope for her future being as bright as the star that shines down and bathes her form in luminescence.
Short IC Response: Tsunami looked up at the bright star that seemed to illuminate the cavern entrance. She'd noticed the star shining brightly the past few nights with a new recognition. If there was a chance that half of the stories were true she apparently needed to leave a gift; something personal that reflected the burning desire inside of her. With a practiced step of caution Tsunami traversed the inner passageway; her keen eyes missing nothing in her search. It began to dawn on the mare that perhaps there was nothing in this place that would reflect her innermost, fondest wish. Her gaze took in the immobile form of Jayden as he slumbered lightly. Something still lingered between them although a veil had shifted from her sight. Tsunami stood at the cave entrance and closed her eyes. Her voice was controlled as she spoke. "I have no physical gift to leave in offering. There can be nothing more powerful than what I give to you. I offer you my hope for my future. With this offering there comes a steep price. I will pay the price gladly if it means returning home someday. Please hear and bestow your blessings upon me."

Tsunami turned away from the ledge and sank down onto the stone floor near Jayden's side. She shivered once before feeling the heavy weight of slumber encase her in its folds.

Mindsend Edit: Sorry Starie, but this sort of pairing is completely against shop rules for skinwalkers (He's completely out of the allowed limitations of the species), and I cant make an exception just for you: It's the same for everyone, and goes completely against skinwalker nature and is thus forbidden by Sirenz herself. Please pick a different pairing or thing to enter with.

A Miracle Baby
Parent 1:

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Parent 2:

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Link to at least one RP that indicates them as a couple: Here.
Link to approval post of the owner of the other parent: N/A (and I was given full ownership of BM)
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?
The couple approaches, and the tension level is electric in the air. Milo throws down the flank of a fresh kill. The meat runs red blood onto the grass. BM cringes a bit, but then puts his food of choice, thistles, next to the meat. "I think the Wishing Star might like a bit of garnish on that hunk of meat," he snarks.

Short IC Response:
Milo clears his throat with a soft cough and growl. "Wishing Star, my motives are pure and true. All I want in life is to piss my mother off. She is so frustrating! I have plotted and planned long and hard on how to do this, and I was fortunate to fall in love with this little... morsel." He gives BM a pat on the head, and the smaller horse begins to laugh nervously. "We can not bear children of our own, but as the magic of the land changes the shape of my body, so also I know there is magic of new life. Please create an offspring for me, and help me carry my family line in a way that will cause my mother's blood to boil."

As Milo turns to walk away, BM lingers behind, and then whispers to the star, "Look, I know he's a little crazy, Wishing Star, but he's a nice guy once you get to know him. If you could do this for us, it would make my miserable life slightly better."