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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 5:15 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Poe-tae-toee
Preference List: 2,1,3
Birbs?: All owls please!
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 6:12 pm
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Username: Azael_Rose
Preference List: 3, 2, Reroll
Birbs?: Cockatiels are buttheads...nah just the ones I live with. XD
I'd totally have gone for that scavenger but...bones... Those horns are amazing though! T-T
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 7:46 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: magnadearel
Preference List: 3, 2, 1
Birbs?: all the biiiiiiiiiiirbs plz! =D Thank you!
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 7:49 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: stormflower
Preference List: 1, 3, 2
Birbs?: Yes, cracker?
I’ve never owed a bird but my late uncle did many years ago but I don’t remember much about him other then he was a macaw and noisy lol I love bird watching especially owls!!
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 7:52 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Leez0rz
Preference List: 1, 3, reroll
Birbs?: Pretty birbs. :3
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:45 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Kaya Wolf Moon
Preference List: 2, 3, 1
Birbs?: To birb or not to bird---that is never a question for the answer is always to birb!
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:50 pm
I'm here for the plots!
Username: Ririka
Pony You're Plotting For: The Scavenger
Personality: Though Hviske is blessed with stature and weight, he greatly lacks in confidence and experience when it comes to his social skills or more so, his lack of skills. The fact that he doesn’t know how to read social cues, or how to properly communicate with others ,beyond clues and grunts due to his weak voice and short vocabulary, greatly hinders his self-esteem and his ability to plant himself within the world and allow himself to undergo some seriously needed self-growth. This weakness of his annoys him greatly, and is the cause of many of his tantrums when he finds himself alone and confused. In short, Hviske may look like a stallion, but emotionally and socially, he is very much like a stunted colt.
While most horses are technically omnivores when they have to be, Hvsike is more in touch with the carnivorous part of his DNA. He's not much into big game, preferring to track the occasional rabbit or fox, and then stomp on your local bird and snake population while eating their eggs. He finds the hunt more fulfilling than standing around a meadow eating grass. Plus, what he does not eat can be used as trade, or used for crafts.
History: [Warning, some implied gore/cannibalism]
Hviske was born the first of two brothers to a mother who was not ready to raise children on her own, especially in an environment where the elements are never on anyone’s side. The desert would be no place to raise a family, and though she could attempt to cross the ocean of sand there would be no way to accomplish such a task with children in tow, so with a heavy heart she left the baskets within an abandoned fennec’s den and disappeared like a mirage.
Time showed mercy, or perhaps needed some entertainment, and the brothers emerged, greeted by the harsh and blinding sun. As clueless and alone as the brothers were, they found a way to survive with what the elements had to offer, which was not much. With limited resources, their kindness and willingness to share quickly dwindled and hostilities emerged. Hviske quickly found himself on the losing side covered in blossoming bruises and picking at whatever twigs and bugs were left behind.
The two eventually grew into their long legs, and added what weight they could. Hormones and egos quickly rose, which caused even more battles between the two. Though Hviske was slightly larger he didn't know how to throw his weight around, and thus still ended up with his tail between his legs and annoyance in his eyes. Tired, starving and covered in licked wounds, he started to answer the voice within himself and learned the way of the hunt by observing the local predators. Soon, he found himself hunting lizards, scorpions, small birds. Whatever his hooves could crush could easily be swallowed.
Eventually, the younger would catch wind of the older’s skills, and demand a share of the hunt. As the dominant of the two it should only be natural that all food go to him first as thanks for his protection and care. Hviske, tired of his brother’s greed, would take his stand.
Hooves and snorts. Aggression and teeth. He feels like he can taste his own heart beat as hot air fills and escapes his lungs. His tongue is wet, not with saliva, but with the taste of iron or copper which is not his own. It slides down his throat with ease, like the water from the scarce rain.
Hviske stares into the glazed eyes of those similar to his own, but nothing registers in his mind or his soul.
He shouldn’t allow the body to go to waste…
Plot Ideas:
Distant Learning || The Scavenger is not one who trusts easily, or readily accepts the presence of others, especially within his ever moving territory. However, eventually I would like for Hviske to find someone whom he can slowly but surely respect and accept within his fold. It will take a lot of patience [like taming a feral cat], as well as trial and error [he's not above seeing them as a potential meal] , but I believe it will be a good step towards Hviske's self-growth. I just hope they can look past his...quirks.
Wandering Soul || Sometimes when he finds a moment of outward and inner solitude Hviske swears he can feel a familiar presence in the air. A smile will slowly find its way on his face as his heart beat rises like a wave during a storm. The taste within his mouth will turn hot and bitter as he stares into the eyes that are no longer glazed, but filled with anger and disappointment.
Time may have passed, but some decisions follow a soul through all sorts of trials and tribulations. The death of Hviske's brother, and what happened thereafter left a huge traumatic scar within the stallion's mind and soul, thus it is no surprise that from time to time he will find himself lost in a land of grief and hallucinations. These episodes can range from silence and distant stares, to him being violent towards others or himself. If he has managed to make a friend at this point they are more than welcome to find him during one of these episodes and attempt to be an anchor for him.
Second Thoughts || So Hviske finally has a friend, or maybe someone close he is not completely willing to call a friend just yet. Still, he's happy to find someone who accepts him with all his faults, or at least the ones they know about so far. In all that giddy happiness, Hviske might be becoming a tad clingy, and maaaaybe his new found not friend says something that makes all those tingly feelings stop like a record scratch. Feeling self conscious and afraid he is ruining his first friendship, the stallion unconsciously starts distancing himself from them in order to protect himself, because that makes sense, right? Can this be overcome? Does the other party get annoyed and stomp away to allow Hviske to act childish? If a rift is torn does Hviske grow depressed and find himself in bad company to fill the void? So many possibilities. Find out what happens next time on Dragon Ball Z!
Self Acceptance || Hviske finds he is not one who enjoys talking about his feelings or opening boxes he would rather bury, but he finds he cannot deny that he has a problem. Well, he can refuse to admit it outwardly anyway. No one is getting that self gratification.
With time I would like Hviske to walk the road of acceptance and self forgiveness when it comes to what happened in the past. This will not be a magical "oh he is 100% healed" type plot. Recovery will be slow going and he will still relapse into an episode from time to time if something triggers it, but at least he can grow past most of it and have most of the weight lifted off his heart.
This plot can be done with the friend from Distant Learning or someone else he learns to trust.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 5:09 am
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Mewsings of An Angel
Preference List: 1, 3, 2
Birbs?: All teh birbinz!
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 10:24 am
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Username: Kara Asumie
Preference List: 1, 2, Re-roll
Birbs?: Humming Birds YAY
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 2:03 pm
I'm here for the plots!
Username: Melomar
Pony You're Plotting For: Scavenger Stallion
Personality: Resolute
History:
This stallion is looking for his sister who, doused with corpse powder, became a cursed skinwalker. He is determined to save her by getting her charmed. In the process of her transformation, she killed her familiar and his as well. He now wears the skull of his ram-horned companion, believing that it keeps them close. Together, he and this skull have travelled, following any lead that might bring the stallion to his sister once more.
Plot Ideas:
Trinkets. Where do his trinkets come from? Each holds great significance to him personally, and keeps them as reminders. The bear skull was a walker that he helped a tribe vanquish. The feathers were usually from birds that helped him in some special way. The bones came from an enemy that he refuses to talk about. The vines help him to keep the bear skull attached, but there is one vine that he can whip out like a human-made whip. In fact, humans showed him how to do it.
Finding his sister. Where to begin? Her story is both tragic and gruesome. As a walker she has become conscionless and bloodthirsty, and even though her pelt is that of a fruit and nut eating bird, she has taken a liking to soquili meat. So capturing her before anyone else is a mission of mercy for both her and her victims.
Helping guilty sister. How can one atone for their past sins? She would like to try. She never was very good at helping others, but his gentle and giving nature is like a light in the fog. He will help her to make up for what she has done by writing herself a new story about hope and compassion.
His own Herd. Someday it would be nice to start a herd that encompasses his values and his ties with nature. He is no shaman, but he does feel a responsibility to protect and preserve it when possible.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 6:22 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Ellanoire
Preference List: 1, 3, 2
Birbs?: Waxwings!
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 7:05 pm
size=15]Raffle me, yo!
Username: Natelie
Preference List: 1, 2, re-roll
Birbs?: Sure
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 7:08 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: FrostyPeaches
Preference List: 1 3 2
Birbs?: Does my love for shiny Ho-ohs and shiny Articunos count? But I do like birds over insects. I've looked after zebra finches when I was a kid. The white one laid tiny white eggs. =w=b
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 7:24 pm
I'm here for the plots!
Username: Kaya Wolf Moon
Pony You're Plotting For: Coyote
Personality: Oh let us count the ways! Isily is…Rebellious- life’s no fun with a whole bunch of rules. Rules were meant to be bent or, preferably, broken! You won’t find her being a stick in the mud, though you may find her needling someone who’s a little too serious for their own good. Impish- she loves her pranks. The clever, the better and more amusing. Manipulative- okay, so she’s not princess perfect. She likes to get her way as much as any other sentient being. If that means creating a convoluted scheme and setting it into motion, then nobody could blame her, right? Cunning- her wit and charm are second to none. Isily has the uncanny knack to read an individual, know what they need and want, and use it to her advantage. Eight out of ten plans succeed thanks to that! Foolish- alright, maybe she can be a bit foolhardy at times. Rushing in where angels fear to tread and all that nonsense. But it’s hard to listen to reason when there’s a good time to be had…even if said good time ends up not so good. Comedic- See the sister trait of “cunning,” but add impeccable comedic timing to the mix. She’s got jokes for days. Curious- some might say this lends towards foolishness. Isily likes to think it’s simply her style of learning. If a problem crops up, well, then, that’s an issue to be solved later. Destroyer of worlds, builder anew- only if you subscribe to the “evil” theory floating around. Although, she does have a knack for construction… Unwitting teacher- how she manages that one even she doesn’t have a clue, but there’s always somehow a moral to the story.
History: Hello there and welcome to my life. You probably don’t know who I am or anything about me. And that’s okay! Honestly, there’s not that much to know. I’m an Usdia. I was born in the Kawani lands. I have a large family- a mother, a father, six older sisters, and two younger brothers, to be exact. Plenty big, am I right? Yeah, not so much in my family. Don’t even get me started on mother’s side. She’s the seventh of twelve sisters. Twelve! Crazy, huh? Even crazier that she had seven daughters of her own with me bringing up the rear of them. Oh yeah…I should probably point that out. That’s right. No, you’re not seeing things and no that’s not wrong. I’m the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. I’m the stuff legends and tales are generally made of. Now, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no way I wasn’t born for greatness. Somewhere, out there in the whole big world, my destiny is waiting for me to take up the mantle. “What mantle?” You may ask. Why, I could save the world from some dark evil force. Rid it of the vile corruption threatening to overtake it every day. Or maybe I could be someone’s knight in shining armor- so to speak- kicking butt and taking names while doing it. Imagine…ME doing THAT! I bet you’ve got some grand image in your head. Probably along the lines of me standing amid a battlefield, leading an army or warriors of light or whatever have you to victory. Well…you’d be wrong. Dead wrong. The furthest thing from correct as you can be actually. Because my life sucks. Okay, maybe sucks is a powerful term, but it’s fairly accurate. My life is nothing like stories would have you believe. What do I mean? Let’s start from the beginning.
No, no, no, not the VERY beginning. If we started from when the world was created, we’d be here all year. I’m talking about when I was born- the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. The oh-so-wise Spirits had a field day with that one. They just couldn’t let it pass. So, what did they do? Did they give me wisdom beyond my years? Power to best any foe? Nope. They made me…a trickster. Uh huh, yep. Passing along that good old trickster spirit. Because the world is in danger of becoming too serious and losing its creative thinking skills. At least, that’s what I’ve come to suspect their reason was. It’s hard to figure out exactly what the purpose was when the oh-great-and-mighty ones don’t care to explain. What I do know is this- I’m REALLY good at it. Dad says I should use my “powers” for good. Mom’s under the impression I enjoy tiptoeing on the not-so-good side. Me? I’d say I’m a good middle ground. Not entirely good. Not overtly evil. Somewhere in-between. Which, by the way, not my fault. Blame the spirits for it. They “blessed” me without giving any instructions. I’m kinda learning as I go here. There’s a learning curve. Oh, and a catch. Turns out I’m not the only one like this. Somewhere- I haven’t a clue where- is my antithesis. A seventh son of a seventh son born to countermand my trickster ways. Since the spirits obviously didn’t have enough fun messing around the first time. Not to mention there’s this weird idea floating around that I’m the bad one in this deal and he’s supposed to fix it. I honestly don’t know much more on that tiny tidbit. Our meeting could become a clash of the titans ooooorrr a blip on the road of life. Hard to say which it’ll be. For now, I’m gonnna go about my business, living my best trickster life. Others aren’t gonna teach themselves, after all. Besides, life’s too short to be so serious. Time to have fun and manage some mischief!
Plot Ideas:
1. Spirits say what?!- Otherwise known as “That time my parents learned the spirits pranked them hard.” Isily’s life has begun and her parents are learning the joys of parenting a wily, mischievous spirit.
2. Today is not the day- Otherwise known as “That time I my tail got caught in a trap and I somehow became queen of the fairies.” Isily wanders off and gets in a spot of trouble. Though young, she soon learns she has a knack for talking her way out of things.
3. I solemnly swear- Otherwise known as “That time I finally got to meet the seventh son of a seventh son.” Isily is going about her usual business when a stranger arrives to foil them. Just who does this guy think he is ruining her plans? It seems the time has come at last to meet her rival and antithesis. Hopefully, the world can survive it.
4. Is this love that I’m feeling?- Otherwise known as “That time I fell in love with my enemy.” Isily is captivated by the one who was meant to counterbalance her. These feelings are new and scary, but she kind of likes it.
5. Ashes to ashes- Otherwise known as “That time my world came crashing down.” Isily thought she was in love. She thought he loved her too. But even love can be tainted by betrayal.
6. Set fire to the rain- Otherwise known as “That time I hated life and wanted to watch the world burn.” Heartbroken, Isily sets out to propagate her trickster ways. She doesn’t need anyone or anything, especially not HIM.
7. Destroyer of worlds- Otherwise known as “That time someone showed me who I am.” Isily meets a kindred spirit who helps to explain what it truly means to be a trickster- the good and the bad.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 9:04 pm
Raffle me, yo!
Username: Niyaru Delacroix
Preference List: Coyote, Scavenger
Birbs?: Bees?!
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