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Username: Ac.Wings

Soquili's Name: Crane
Name Meaning: Name taken from the Red-crowned Crane based on the baskets distinct red mark on top of the white and black coloring. “In China, the Red-crowned Crane is often featured in myths and legends. In Taoism, the Red-crowned Crane is a symbol of longevity and immortality. In art and literature, immortals are often depicted riding on cranes. A mortal who attains immortality is similarly carried off by a crane. Reflecting this association, Red-crowned Cranes are called xian he (仙鹤), or fairy cranes. The Red-crowned Crane is also a symbol of nobility. Depictions of the crane have been found in Shang Dynasty tombs and Zhou Dynasty ceremonial bronzeware. A common theme in later Chinese art is the reclusive scholar who cultivates bamboo and keeps cranes. “More Info here!

Personality of Soquili: Crane is a curious little lass. Very intelligent, Crane busies herself by solving problems. She finds herself the most comfortable in the middle of a “mystery”. Of course at a young age these mysteries usually consist of “How long does it take after stepping in poison ivy until a rash forms?” to “Can dried mud on hooves be traced back to its origin depending on what is in the mud and where it lies on the hoof?” Many foals would find such ponderings weird but for this little filly these oddities of the world are fascinating. Who wants to play as a princess when you can construct several successful ways to distract a hawk from eating field mice?

From all of these experiments anyone can see that little Crane has a very active brain interested in pure facts. On any regular day a soquili can find her pondering something as odd as “How many nuts can a chipmunk hold in its mouth before it chokes?” Crane finds the world around her fascinating and enjoys taking things a part to see how they work from plants to small mammals. Of course the animals she uses to study and run her experiments were dead long before she found them. As morbid as it sounds Crane justifies her actions by stating if there were ever to be a mystery surrounding another living thing, perhaps a premature death, it would be in her best interest to know how they worked beforehand. That way she could detect what went array and sent so-and-so tumbling over the hill or drowning in the lake. It seems that Crane believes figuring out these bizarre facts are necessary in order to solve much more important mysteries that await her in the future.

But with such a clever mind Crane suffers from poor social skills. She sees the masses of soquili as tiring because they don’t use their brains to their full potential. The only group that is spared from these critical thoughts are her family members. Crane’s cold behavior warms up whenever she is amongst relatives. Mummy and Poppy are looked after with care. Crane takes it upon herself to teach her siblings how to develop a critical eye…even if her lessons are unsuccessful.

It seems that even though Crane believes she is above the common soquili she still desires appreciation from others for her work. She has a flair for showmanship and loves elaborate traps along with fancy ways to explain experiments. Baffling others with her knowledge of peculiar facts either about the world or themselves makes the little lass smile. Unfortunately deeper emotions are a struggle for Crane. She fails to grasp intense feelings such as love, rage, and sorrow. The grace Crane possesses when she solves her mysteries through deduction and science is vanishes when she is among others. Situations that call for celebration or grieving leaves Crane at a loss and awkward. This makes her come off as cold and an oddity to her peers.

In conversations, Crane quickly becomes tired of those who drawl on and on. How she views her mind is like a racing engine that needs problems to solve or it will tear itself to shreds. Even at a young age she thinks it is in her best interest not to weigh down her brilliant mind with petty talk. It is a regular occurrence that Crane complains of others being “dull” or how bored she is. This makes her come off as rude, arrogant, and unkind but she merely doesn’t want to waste valuable time. If someone cannot see this then it is their own fault their feelings were hurt. She’s becomes very impatient and agitated when cooped up with nothing to do. Her brain must be stimulated and believes that she needs to have a mystery to wrap her brain around.

Using her keen eye, Crane notice little things and this can unsettle many. Such as when she deduces various facts about a soquili by looking at what is in their mane, how they hold themselves, what is on their hooves, and other odds and ends. Crane still needs to learn that even if she can tell a soquili has been cheating on their beloved it is best not to say it out loud so everyone hears.

The best time to catch Crane is when she is involved in a mystery or nose deep in an experiment. Her eyes twinkle with a passion that otherwise goes unused. When involved with a mystery Crane rarely sleeps or eats. The thrill to solve problems keeps her energized for many days on end. As she grows Crane will seek to solve harder mysteries to keep her mind agile and quick.


Prompt Responce The day was warm and if Crane was correct, which was a usual occurrence, the flowers would begin to wilt from the heat. Many of the fillies would be upset because with a lack of flowers they wouldn’t be able to create their floral wreaths. Pity. If they possessed enough intelligence they could occupy themselves with something much more promising, like examining how the decreased water level affected the nearby wildlife.

“Little Crane? May I have a word with you?”

Busy with her thoughts of which pond would be the most promising to run some tests, Crane walked past the pale stallion without even glancing his way. She was already pondering which animals had the highest chance to flourish in the heat when the elegant stallion, Remiel, managed to pierce her whirlwind of ideas.

He stood before her like a calm and serene statue. There was no rush with him and as his tail shifted right then left it appeared as if he had all the time in the world. A smile tickled the corners of his mouth as he lowered himself to the filly’s level.

“Every time I see you, you are always in the midst of a new idea.” His voice was smooth and fluttered with an oncoming chuckle.

Crane peered up at him and looked her relative over from top to bottom. Ah. Great Uncle Remiel, and judging by his lax body language he must have nothing to do today. Perhaps he too was going to make floral wreaths to wear in his hair like the fillies. Because of the humidity his plans were ruined and now he sought new entertainment.

She still had yet to greet him as her eyes looked up to the sky. If she stopped to chat she may miss certain animals that would go to the pond for their refreshment at this time. But…Mummy had urged her to interact more. Remiel wasn’t too dull when they conversed. She would have to forfeit some time. Crane flicked her ears and gave a little nod as she reassured herself it was for Mother.

“Hello, Uncle Remiel. How do you do?” Crane said politely. With Mummy in her thoughts the child even strained a smile. Of course, what Crane thought was a flawless and perfect greeting actually made her look like she was about to give birth to a porcupine.

Remiel released the hearty chuckle he had been holding when the anxious filly finally greeted him with such a pained attempt. When the delighted rumbles faded he cleared his throat and continued, “Ahem…Now, now, I will not hold you up for long, little one. Give me just a few ticks of your valuable time and I’ll send you on your way.”

Even with the guarantee that this little meeting would not take too long Crane’s forced face fell. His particular response was not what she was seeking. Had she not smiled wide enough? Great Uncle Remiel was able to see she was uncomfortable. That was why he gave the time limit. Thus she had failed because he knew she wanted out. She would have to practice greetings later so next time she could be believable.

Remiel took her silence as the go-ahead and continued. He had been meaning to ask the lass such a question for a while. With nothing else to entertain him this seemed like the perfect time.

“Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child. “

Crane scoffed at his last word. If she was just a child she would be out gallivanting with the other children and chasing butterflies. Instead she was testing how quick the butterflies moved on windy days compared to mild ones. She followed the critters from plant to flower in order to discover what their diet was and which flower bud was preferred. That had to prove she was just a step up from just a child.

But that was not the question he asked. If Crane dared argue then she’d be proving that she was indeed juvenile. No…this required some serious thinking. Perfect.

Crane eased herself back into the grass and glanced at the ground. This was a solitude position she took whenever she was trying to gather enough data to solve a problem. It allowed her to think and not worry about the surroundings around her. This wasn’t a problem that could be solved through sight. Instead it required only a fit mentality.

Remiel was asking about family matters. How she compared to Mummy and Poppy. Every child takes after their parents either in nature, appearance, or both. It happened with all kinds of creatures but was much more noticeable in the higher intelligent sort. Wait…she was wasting time on reanalyzing old information. The question was: Who was she more like? Poppy or Mummy?

Immediately Crane guessed neither because she did not posses their immediate identifying points. She did not worry consistently like Poppy nor did she slumber as heavily as Mummy.

Mummy…Remiel was right, she was sleepy head. Her sleeping patterns had concerned Crane especially because she’d researched that a greater ratio of mammals didn’t doze off at random times nor slumber for so long. She knew something had to be wrong but unlike everything else Crane felt no drive to discover what ailed her own mother. With knowledge comes power but also weakness, so victory isn’t always for the taking.

Crane had done enough research to know that mammals can develop diseases and even run the risk of dying when ill. She had witnessed this grim fact when tracking the daily life of squirrels and birds over a period of time. Whatever her mother possessed that caused such irregular sleep patterns…Crane had yet to gain the courage to tackle and solve it. The accomplishments she had with solving other problems seemed trivial when Mummy’s ailment came into the picture.

Whenever the lass revisited her Mummy’s problem she’d feel a terrible and painful clench in the pit of her belly. Crane hated it…the pain stood for emotions such as fear, worry, guilt, and other feelings too intense for her. Such grand emotions were a waste…they slowed the brain down. They made Crane feel vulnerable and useless. Mummy was precious, far too valuable to ruin with studies and break with dissection. She wasn’t like any other mystery Crane had faced…and the child couldn’t risk her being the only problem she couldn’t solve. That was why she’d never touch it. Mummy would be the only unsolved mystery.

The child frowned as she thought of what could possibly make her mother walk the land of dreams for prolonged periods of time. This amount of concern Crane felt, that painful jabbing in her gut and tightness along the brows were what she would happily ignore. Perhaps she was more like Poppy than she’d admit.

Crane always liked to think that she was special and unique. In her eyes, she was the only one who was capable of unlocking the brain. The mysteries of the world were hers to discover. Yet she worried…an emotion that was so hard to grasp. How could Poppy master it and hold it at bay so he could remain sane? It was always such an exhausting struggle…how did he not walk alongside Mummy in the dream realm?

A mental note was made to ask her father later.

But she still did not have an accurate answer. She was wasting more time than intended. Hopefully the turtles would still be resting on the logs in the pond when she arrived. Yet the most daunting question still sat in front of her. Who was she? Was she a replica of Mummy or Poppy? She didn’t sleep that much to begin with…She couldn’t keep her concern at bay. Instead she suppressed it and had yet to make an attempt at comprehending it.

Crane wasn’t kind. Crane wasn’t supportive. Crane didn’t tuck her siblings in, nor nuzzle them when they were upset, and she couldn’t guarantee if she’d be there through thick and thin. But Mummy and Poppy always were. Crane was Crane.

She could tell a soquili where they have been and what they have been doing with their lives at just a few glances. She liked experiments. She liked figuring out how things ticked. But she struggled with deep emotions and only sought answers to problems. Crane was odd and so far she was the only one like this.

A scowl broke across the little lass’s face like lightning against the night sky. Her head darted up suddenly as the statue before Remiel broke. Crane gathered herself in one swift movement and looked up at her Great Uncle.

“I am Crane and I am late.” She nodded curtly to the stallion that had caused her stomach to toss hazardously for those few sickening minutes. He had opened the doors to an area Crane was not prepared to pass over. She was not ready to struggle against the waves of powerful emotions. Another day, another hour. But now she had experiments to return to and valuable time was slipping away. “Thank you for the chat, dear Great Uncle Remiel. Good bye.” With that Crane left to begin her experiments, not yet ready to solve the greater mysteries that stand before her. But one day she will be.

Paint it Red.
Username: Roman Foi

Soquili's Name: Damssil
Name Meaning: It is a variation of "Damsel".

Personality of Soquili: Damssil doesn't notice that she is the youngest. She seemed to be born slightly more mature than you would expect a foal. She doesn't seem to want to play as much as a normal foal, nor does she show the immaturity that comes with youth. She tends to lay in the grass, expressionless, deep in thought, or her own little world. She is curious, mind you, and loves to learn. She asks questions directly and too the point, making tack an unknown form of art to her. The only thing that can light her eyes up, and soften her is oddly... death. She has a twisted since of peace when she sees life slink from the body. She isn't cruel with it, or wish to cause the death of anyone, but it is the ultimate question to her. What happens afterwards? She knows she can never find out until it happens to herself, and so she feels a differently about it than most would. It's a kind of appreciation. On her cert, I would use "Enchanted" because of her mind's freedom within itself.

Prompt Responce [Prompt 2]
Damssil stared into her uncle for quite sometime. She listened to his riddle over and over in her mind, her face never changing, her eyes unblinking. Were her parents so simply defined? True Dad did worry, and Mom did sleep often. But was that all there was to decide from? At least in comparison to herself. If those are just the options, obviously she would be more of Father. They always tell her she is too deep in thought, but too, like Mother, she feigns into 'sleep' except her sleep is of dreams, and her eyes never close. Could that be like mother? Was she the perfect mixture of her parents? Or was she completely something else created from their pieces? And what more, what were they? Pieces of her grandparents? And so on? So she was fragments of everyone that was mixed in her blood. Diluted versions of everyone before her. As well as her siblings. But they were different from her. More of certain members of the family, than the others. So would it be okay to say she was more like one parent than the other? She didn't know what she'd like to think, only that she enjoyed muling over the possiblities of her self and creation. These thoughts exanded over and over in her mind, back and forth. Briefly she wondered what her uncle thought. Probably that she had left her body in thought once more. That would be something. Her body was part of those before her too, so did it belong to them in some way? Was she able to leave? Well of course so. She left often, in her mind. Far, far away sometimes. Somewhere completely non-physical.

She caught herself rambling on in her mind for too long, and decided her uncle deserved an answer. "I suppose that I am who I am because of I am." She tilted her head before walking dazed in the direction diagnal to him, with no purpose nor destination in mind.

Why do you want this basket?: There are a couple of reasons, really. Most importantly because it is an opportunity to join a group of dedicated members of a family that intend to RP, plot, and develop these characters. Secondly, I have created this character in my mind, and I want to see her through. I've become attached, which sadly happens often when entering these types of contests. 8C And also, I'd like to practice my RP skills with other people who have more experience than me. (which is sort of like the first reason. xD )

Username: HarukaHaru

Soquili's Name: Apollo
Name Meaning: Mythology: the Greek and Roman god of light, music, and poetry

Personality of Soquili: Apollo is a real charmer, he is fluid in his words and is a real talker. He loves to charm the mares and can be a total sweet heart because he is extremely smart and thinks that he knows what every lady wants in her heart. He claims that he knows their melody that their heart sings, in his eyes it is the truth but in others its the total opposite. He loves to go on adventures and can be real self absorbed but it doesn't stop him from trying to give others what they want. He can be extremely helpful because he tries to create good circumstances for himself, somewhat of a good reputation if you will. He tries to show off and be as graceful as he possible can but of course because he is a stallion, it doesn't always work. He is something special indeed because if someone he cares about is in danger or is hurt, he can be extremely fierce and protective. He doesn't like bullies or liars let alone cheaters, he has a good amount of common sense and motivation not to mention self - esteem.

Prompt Responce
Apollo let his eyes roam the area, somehow he had gotten separated from Cuauhcoatl. His little heart began to race and the sound of his heart racing filled his ears. His soft eyes looked up at the sky as if the answer was written in the clouds. The soft white fluffs moved across the sky and nothing seemed to change. He took a deep breathe and exhaled, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that they got separated..he began to think about all the things he could do on his own. He wondered if he could be brave and do something bold to earn his bell. A smile formed on his face and he took off running trying to find something to get into. There was a cave just a few feet away and he contemplated making the bear mad if there even was one inside of it. Perhaps he could bring back something that belonged to the bear and it could show how brave he is at heart. He walked silently into the cave and stopped to listen for any kind of sound. There was the sound of something breathing deeper inside the cave. He continued to walk slowly and cautiously through the cave, his small hooves stepping over rocks. His heart started to beat fast once again, the sound of his heart filling his hears. He was starting to think that if he didn't slow it down, the bear if it was one might just hear him. He took a deep breath once again and exhaled, his heart began to slow. His head turned around and he realized that he could no longer see the entrance. Apollo sucked it up and continued into the cave, there was an intersection, the path split into three ways. He took a chance and decided to just go to the one in the middle since it was the straight path. He figured that since it was his first journey, he didn't want to get lost and not be able to come back. The path was long and it seemed to go on forever, he went around bend after bend until he was stopped short. There was a large stone blocking him from continuing on the path. He tried to push it away with his body but noticed that it wasn't hard and cold but soft and warm. It was rather dark in the tunnel and he hoped it was the bear. He began to poke it with his hoof and nearly jumped out of his skin when it moved. Without any hesitation, he found himself a few inches away from it, then when he opened his eyes and realized he was still there that the bear must just be sleeping.


His little body slid against the wall as he tried to find a way around the bear to get in front. As he was trying to find a way around, his hoof found a rock and he tripped over it, falling into the bear and it made a lot of noise. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best but it seemed that luck was on a different side today. The bear opened her eyes and the yellow color seemed to glow in the dark. She grumbled and stood up, shaking herself awake, she looked around and then she noticed him. It was a rather interesting colored foal and the poor thing look frightened. "Sugar what are you doing in my cave?" She decided that the best way to get answers were to simply ask them. She almost laughed aloud when the little thing opened his eyes and shot away from her. It seemed that he didn't want to give her an answer. Apollo was shocked that the bear was so friendly but that didn't stop him from his mission. He was there to get something from the bear to earn his bell! Anger seemed to fill his heart because he was being so foolish. He found himself racing around the bear and going deeper into the cave. Only after he realized that the bear wasn't following him, did he come to realize that there must be a reason. Apollo looked around and noticed that he had no idea where he was anymore. He couldn't see a thing and so he decided to leave the cave and never return. His pace was slow as he come back through the tunnel, he met the same road block as before. It seems that the bear had laid back down and went back to sleep, he was starting to feel discouraged and upset with himself for acting so rash. He poked the bear with his hoof and started to nudge the body with his head as well. Finally the bear woke up once again and looked back down at him. He walked around the bear and tripped over the same thing that got him before. He began to kick it with his hoof out of the cave, it made a lot of noise but the bear didn't really seem to mind. After what seemed like hours of kicking what he thought was a rock, he could finally make out the entrance he came through and the light from the outside filled the cavern. He looked down at the thing he was kicking only to realize that it was a cup of some sort, and yellow at that! His thoughts began to race about why it would possibly be in there and he finally settled on the thought that the bear ate a traveler who was carrying it. He began to think about what it would possibly mean to get his bell, he would hope that it shows how courageous that he could really be when he wanted to face his fears. The cup to him, would mean that he didn't back down and just went ahead when he fell down. Now if only he could find his guardian, he began to kick the cup again but watched as it rolled away on the grass. Panic began to seize him as he raced after it, the cup was getting close to the edge of the water. He closed his eyes and dove for it, hoping to save it but crashed into the water. He hung his head in defeat as he realized he probably lost it when a shadow was cast over him. Apollo noticed that the sun wasn't beating down on him so he opened his eyes and he was relieved to see his guardian! He smiled up at him but then frowned and looked around for the cup. Luckily it was still on the grass and in good shape, he jumped from the water and smiled down at the cup. It was a pretty good day for him, he had an awesome adventure and got his prize.

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Do you RP?: Yes

Example(s) of RP:
Spring Love
Royalty By The River
Wake Up Call
Ongoing: Fate has spoken

How active are you in Soquili?: I try and post but I get lost in the posts often so I usually post late at night but here lately I've not been able to pop my head in and say hi.

Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: Because I really love to rp these pets and with only two adults and a foal, there is only so much rp that one can do. I want to expand my little "family" and become rp master lol but seriously, I would love to be part of the big family and have more chances to rp.

Why do you want this basket?: I want this basket because it would be a lot of fun! With the personality I have given the little guy, with his family and rping to make friends, it would be a lot of fun, not to mention the basket is gorgeous just like the parents!

Username: She-Ra of Etheria

Soquili's Name: Capriccio Amachi
Name Meaning: Is a piece of music, usually fairly free in form and of a lively character.

Personality of Soquili: As a foal Capriccio will be an extremely lively little fellow, to tie in with his name. He will always be on the move, rarely standing still for very long. This constant fidgeting will slowly evolve into something a bit more stable upon adulthood. As he grows Capriccio will start to settle down, while no longer in constant motion he will put his actions into good use. Upon reaching adulthood he will aspire to be a performer, to entertain the herd and those who come to visit whether they stay or not. His once fidgeting will now become a dance here or an action in a play. He will wish to also be able to sing, however through trial and error Capriccio will learn that he does not have the voice for such activities and instead take up story telling to go along with his performances. He will become a bard of sorts, occasionally traveling outside the herd to perform for others as well as gather new materials for his stories and plays.

Prompt Responce

He hadn’t noticed right away that he had been separated from his Guardian. The thrill of being on this quest had made him a bit blind to the fact, but now as Capriccio turned around to speak to godmother Ikinya he realized that he was alone. A moment of panic set in as the realization of the situation hit him. He was alone. Spinning about Capriccio attempted to gain his bearings or find a hint of the tiny mare that had been accompanying him. She was small, smaller that he was at this age and so would not be as easy to spot as his godfather would have been. For a moment he considered calling out to her, yet there was that lesson in the back of his mind that predators will often hone in on the calls of the lost or injured. No, he would just need to find he without drawing too much attention to himself.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. He was after all a year old, so he should be able to handle himself accordingly. Tail flicked as he thought about his options. Certainly he could backtrack, follow the path he had taken and hope to find Ikinya there looking for him. Another option would be to just stay still, chances are the mare would come looking for him now that they had gotten separated from each other. But, what if she couldn’t find him? Capriccio knew he couldn’t risk staying out her all alone, especially once night was upon the land. The responsibility to find Ikinya or home rested on his shoulders. Fear was still present in the back of his mind as Capriccio took his first steps back down the path he had been traveling knowing that he was alone.

A bird flew out of a tree overhead causing the leaves to rustle. The sound made him sidestep a bit until he realized what had happened. It was not a predator closing in on him, just a bird. Boy wouldn’t his siblings laugh if they had seen that. He wondered for a moment how his siblings were faring with their quest. Would they all return home having completed it successfully or would some come back empty handed and need to go out a second time. Capriccio continued to walk, keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of Ikinya or the item that would earn him his second bell.

The light babble of a stream got his attention and Capriccio hurried forward eager to slack the thirst he had. The stream could prove to be the perfect spot to find his godmother, often when Soquili were lost they would go to a source of water and wait to be found. As he stepped through the trees Capriccio found himself in front of a small stream, his eyes looked down the bank each way but there was no sign of the little mare. “Maybe she hasn’t gotten here yet.” He told himself and gave him head a nod of agreement. Lowering his head the colt took a deep drink, all the while his tail flicked behind him in an animated dance. Getting his fill of water he lifted his head, droplets of water dripped from his chin. There had to be something out here that he could find for his quest.

Walking along the edge of the stream Capriccio was alert to everything around him. What item would he find? Would it even be an actual item? He knew it did not have to be something to physically bring back to earn his bell but it had to be something. He spotted a colorful shell in the water. Could that earn him a bell? Possibly. Stepping into the stream he carefully used his hoof to push the shell to the shallow part of the water before lowering his head and picking it up between his lips. It was awkward to carry but he managed to get it to the shore without breaking the shell. Setting it down upon the sandy banks Capriccio took a step back and looked more closely at his discovery. The base of the shell was a deep red, with blue flecks scattered about it. Along the edge was a cream color that faded into the red. On the top was a few indents caused by grains of sand being caught and pushed around by the flow of water. It was by far the most beautiful shell he had ever seen.

He circled about the shell, getting a look at it from all angles, even flipping it over to see the underside. Capriccio was certain that this would do, and yet he felt that the shell needed something to accompany it. A small story of how he found it would work nicely. Now how to start?

“I was on a great quest to earn my bell,
Ikinya was with me as far as I could tell,
But then something happened and I was lost,
I did not know what this act would cost.
Still I walked and looked about,
I’ll admit I did start to pout,
But then I hear a stream up ahead,
And it seemed to me my quest was not dead.
A quick drink and a look around,
Causing this shell to be found,
It colors spoke to me as loud as words,
As beautiful as the songs of birds.
So I headed back home the way I had come,
A little bit happy so I started to him.”

Yes, that sounded good. Of course it still needed some word but he knew that could be done on the way home. Scooping up the shell carefully Capriccio was now ready to head home, though he still needed to find Ikinya. Following the stream back down to the spot where he had first arrived at it the colt headed back into the trees. The path he had taken here was fairly easy to find and follow, however the journey was a bit slow as he often had to stop and adjust his hold on the shell. It was one such stop that he heard a rustling of the bushed. Freezing Capriccio’s eyes went wide with fear and then a moment later Ikinya pushed her way around the bush. He was so happy to see her that he nearly dropped the shell. “Ikinya!” He mumbled around the shell and then set it down so he could talk. Stepping forward he gave her a nuzzle, not able to hold back his excitement or happiness at seeing the mare again.

“I found this shell!” He told her pointing towards it with his muzzle. “And I wrote a story about how I got lost and found it. Now I can finish the story by adding the part where I found you again.” The mare smiled at him and Capriccio smiled back. “Can we go home now?” He was eager to show the others what he had found and tell the story of how it had all happened. With a nod from Ikinya Capriccio picked up the shell again and the two walked in silence home, though he was actively working on the end of his story as his did so. The day had worked out well for him, he had worked through his fear, found an item that would hopefully earn him his second bell, wrote a story and most importantly been reunited with his godmother.


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Do you RP?: Absolutely, I love to RP.

Example(s) of RP:
Lessons In Uselessness
Knightly Training
Remember That Night
Don't Worry, Be Happy!
This Is How It Happened
Out of Hell

How active are you in Soquili?: I tend to be more active in the guild RPing than I do posting in the main thread, however I do tend to lurk quite a bit there just don't always have the time to post especially when it's moving faster.

Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I enjoy plotting and doing RP with as many people as possible. Having this basket would allow me to access a whole bunch of new people and Soquili to work with. The diversity of the family and herd is really alluring and I feel that his character will fit well into this. I have wanted a bard type Soquili for a while now and I think this basket is the perfect opportunity for it.

Why do you want this basket?: I have admired this family for a while now, as well as the herd they are a part of. I think it would be great to be a part of such a family and to be involved in RP and plots between them all. Developing plots, RP and personality from foal to adulthood is truly inspiring as you get to watch a character evolve and change, even if sometimes they end up different than what you had originally planned. That is the true draw of a basket to me, watching a character grow both physically and mentally.

Streak it blue
Username: Ishtanballa

Soquili's Name: Mattan
Name Meaning: A Hebrew name, most commonly used for boys, coming from the word 'gift' and literally means "giving."

Personality of Soquili:
Quiet and well mannered, she prefers to step out of the way of others and let them pass without hassle. If approached for conversation, she will not turn the other away, but rarely will she encourage the conversation to continue if the other feels they've taken up enough of her time.

Most active at night, she enjoys gazing up at the stars. For hours she can stare at those tiny beacons of light. Mentally connecting them to make pictures, and even giving names to those she has a particular fondness for. She believes that the stars are sentient, torn between believing them the souls of the departed or just tiny beings that live up in the heavens watching the Earth. Often she finds herself conversing with the stars and feels that at times, the guide her. When the night sky is covered with clouds and the stars blocked from view, she grows depressed and seeks out company to stave of the loneliness.

Due to her mother's sleep sickness, Mattan has a profound fear of sleep herself. She will push her body to its limits until it forcefully shuts down on her, forcing her to give into the sleep she denies herself. When she wakes, she immediately seeks out a cool stream to not only insure that she is indeed a wake, but to chase away any lingering exhaustion.

Prompt Responce Prompt 1.

With careful steps, Mattan moved away from her mother. Each step taking her closer to the thick woods she desired to disappear into. At least for a while. Mother was asleep, so surely she wouldn't mind? Casting one last glance at her mother from over her shoulder, the little filly slipped through some shrubbery and disappeared into the woods.

Wonder had her young eyes widening as she gazed at the tops of the tall trees. It wasn't as if she'd never seen a tree or the woods before. She'd seen both plenty of times. But this was her first time doing so alone. That made it all feel new again. New, shiny, and begging to be explored.

With fearless steps, she marched forward. Insuring to keep to a straight line so that she could easily find her way back. When a tree blocked her path, she marched around it and then immediately returned to her course. Perhaps if her mother awoke before her return, and then when Mattan returned all on her own, this would be the first of many solo adventures in her future?

That was her hope anyways. Of course her primary hope was to not get caught at all.

As she marched and marched, it occurred to the filly that she had entered these with no set goal in mind. Shouldn't she be doing something besides just marching forward like some mindless soldier? Coming to halt, she let her eyes sweep over the landscape around her. Hoping for some form of inspiration.

It gave none.

Shifting on her hooves, Mattan gave consideration to heading back. This venture was pointless if she had no goal. And she could really see no point in continuing forward out of hopes of stumbling across some major find.

As she allowed the mental debate to rage within her mind- the side for heading back was easily winning- her head craned back and her gaze drifted up towards the sky. Or what could be seen of it through the thick tree tops. She longed for the night and her shining friends that lined the sky.


Where do they go during the day?

The thought had the young fillies ears perking. Maybe the stars went into hiding during the day. And if they aren't up in the sky, they have to be down here! Nodding at her own logic, the filly couldn't contain her excitement. She now had an adventure. She would find where the stars hid during the day. And maybe if she was polite enough, she could take one back home with her.

"If I were a star, where would I hide?" murmured Mattan, "They come out at night, so maybe they like the dark?"

No dark places sprang up in her young mind, having not had much of a chance to see much of the world just yet. So she began searching the next closest thing, the shadows.

Her little rump wiggled up in the air as she promptly stuck her head under a near by bush. In a sing song voice she called out, "Hello?"

Receiving no response or even a glimmer that a star might be hiding in that bush, she moved onto the next, and then the next. Continuing in her straight line journey, she repeated this process so many times that had long lost count. Not that she could count that high anyways.

Despite continuing to come up empty, her excitement did not waver. Even if she did not find a star on this day, she would search until she did. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would peek into any dark area she comes across. Nothing would keep her from her quest.

As she pulled her head out from beneath a bush, gauging that with the time that passed, her mom had most likely awoken. Or would soon. Turning to head back, she paused when a large hole in the earth caught her attention. A tugging at her gut told her to look, that this could be it, even as her mind pulled for her to return.

Maybe I have time to check just one more?

Edging to the hole, Mattan wasted no time in sticking her tiny snout into the into hole, which was just big enough for her to be able to see with one eye around her snout. She snorted, finding down a sneeze as she inhaled dirt. Pressing closer and peering into the darkness of this tiny underground tunnel, she waited with still breath. And then, movement.

But it wasn't a star.

Two red dots emerged from the darkness, glinting in a manner she could see as malicious. This unknown danger released a ferocious noise before continuing along to the surface. Towards her.

Shrieking, Mattan scrambled back, pulling her snout from the hold. Her hooves could not move fast enough as she scrambled to turn around and then race back towards her mother.

If she would have looking back, she would have seen a small white rabbit emerge from it's home. Staring after the filly in a startled manner.

Why do you want this basket?: I had fun coming up with the personality for this RP contest and even if I don't win, I'll probably use it on a future Soq.
I've also always admired the Reaper family since I first stumbled across Meeki's thread when I joined Soq.




Paint it Red.
Username: Ishtanballa

Soquili's Name: Asenath
Name Meaning:
Means "devoted to the goddess NEITH" in Ancient Egyptian. In the Old Testament this was the name of Joseph's Egyptian wife.

Personality of Soquili:

Asenath is a blunt little thing that fails to grasp how much power words can have. She may hurt others with her words without realizing that she has done so. If it's brought to her attention, she would apologize. But if not, it'll pretty much go unnoticed.

She also has an odd habit of referring to herself in the third person. It's a habit she just can't shake no matter how hard she tries.

Sleep she welcomes as she loves to dream. The made up worlds within her mind are so much more interesting, to her, than the real world. For it is a fictional reality that she can twist in her own way.
Prompt Responce Prompt 2

Asenath stared up at her uncle while attempting to piece together what he had just said. Light in the clouds? Sleepy headed? What?

Her gaze drifted to the ground, and then back up to her uncle. Maybe he had a screw or two loose in his noggin? As far as Asenath was concerned, his questions made no sense what so ever. She didn't feel sleepy headed. Not now. It was day time after all! Maybe her mother could fall asleep while the sun was up, but Asenath could not. The bright rays seared her eye lids!

And the clouds, she could never as light as the giant blobs of cotton that drifted in the sky. Nor would she want to. If she was, she'd be blowing all over the place all willy nilly. She'd be the wind's play thing! And that just would not do.

"Asenath is Asenath," bluntly stated the filly while lifting her head high. "And that is all."

With a "hmph" she turned and trotted off to look for a sweet snack.

Why do you want this basket?: Last minute, but it just sprung to mind. I also had fun with this entry and again, am a huge fan of the Reaper family. I think I could have much RPing with a foal that possess the lineage.

Username: musicaloner7

Soquili's Name: Fermata Amachi
Name Meaning: To hold a tone or rest held beyond the written value at the discretion of the performer.

Personality of Soquili: Fermata will be a determined little filly. Full of drive and a thirst for life. She hardly gets discouraged, or dulled even by those who may try to bring her down. Though she is passionate, and gung ho, she still holds quite a bit of grace and elegance in her means of performance. Some may call her a Rose Shield; adamant, strong, and unwavering from her path, yet holds just as much beauty and poise as a delicate flower. Though she does have this rather positive trait, it also has it's back falls, in which her determined attitude can sometimes bring forth problems. Much like a bull dog that won't let go once it bites, the same is for Fermata, as she will struggle to let go of something even if it's long gone... which can end up to hurting her pride, and heart.
Even so, with a bit of encouraging, and time, she can recover, and move on.

Prompt Responce


Soft trickling of cool water licking and tumbling over smooth jutted rock filled the air with its naturally musical voice, unique and even entrancing to some. The flow that it produced at the bottom was small and riddled with obstacles that could easily slow and even stopped the skinny stream short. It was accompanied by the joining of a few cicada's, passing and distant song-birds, as well as the occasional chiming of a casual breeze ruffling long grasses, or splayed out branches that hung overhead like petrified serpents. The air was heavy, thick with humidity that was often found during the summer season, pleasant to some and unbearable to others. And on such a day as this one, with the appearance of a cloud far more rare sighted than a shooting star at night, it was certainly no picnic for those with thin skin and more acclimated to the colder temperatures. For a particular little filly, it didn't give any effect to her persona, nor her current path. Rain or shine, it didn't matter to her. Cause nothing was going to get in her way.

Standing beside the babbling little stream was a young foal, a filly at that, who's neck was lowered to sip at the refreshing water right under the fall itself. In doing so, some of the liquid splashed along her snout, causing soft snorts to sound as it trickled into the large nostrils. Finally satisfied, tipping her head away, the filly shook out her mane, followed by the rest of her, to the tuft of a tail dawned at her rump. What a delightful fountain that was! Grinning widely to herself, Fermata twitched her tail and followed along the path the water had carved for itself. It was always fun to find these hidden gems tucked away in places most wouldn't even bother to look. But that wasn't an option for this particular foal. While she was still quite immature still, that didn't mean she hadn't picked up on natural habits or teachings from her herd. It had become sort of a second nature to scout out and inspect new grounds, not only from what she'd learned from the elder members at home, but also simply because she was a curious gal, like any growing youngling! Her mind was thirsty for knowledge, big or small! And of course, in her herd, it was encouraged to learn and grow more knowledgeable about this wide world, filled with unique and differing individuals that should be given the same chance and greeting as any other. It was because of these views that were instilled that caused Fermata to be quite willing and open to the ritual that eventually came around for her to perform. To bring back something that showed her a new perspective, something that truly gripped her very core.

For such an event, she was to be accompanied with a guide, if you will. Fermata had asked Ikinya to fill that spot, having grown quite close to the small mare, and her lively spirit. It was contagious, almost, and gave the filly more assurance in leaving the home she'd grown up in to strike out on her own.. to prove herself worthy of a second bell. It was as big a deal to her as it was to her parents, and she wanted to make them proud. It had to be something extraordinary... something that was truly able to convey a message that she was indeed ready to become a full fledged Amachi.
Her redwine orbs lifted to gaze at the towering canopy that surrounded the heavens from sight, swaying and bowing from the manipulative wind that danced so freely, without a care. Tail twitching again, a quiet sigh slipped from the filly's nostrils.. eyes drifting back down. What could she possibly bring back...? She was really at a loss... When her father had first told her of this mission, she'd been enthralled, and totally pumped for it. But now that she was actually out here, on her own really, it was becoming more apparent to her just how difficult this task may prove to be. Gaze dropping back down, a small hoof stomped on the ground, a snort streaming out from her nose much more fiercely. No, she could do this! No matter how long it took, she'd find something worth bringing back to her parents! With another glance to the stream, giving it a mental farewell, the filly trotted off in search of Ikinya.

...Unfortunately, Fermata had unknowingly gotten separated from the Usdia... it must have been when she galloped off after a dragonfly, which had naturally led her to the water source she'd sipped from just moments ago. Her intentions weren't to have drawn away so far from her current guardian.. but... now she couldn't even pick up on the petite females scent! Panic didn't really start to set in so much as nervousness, her eyes darting about, trying to pick out land marks or shrubbery that looked familiar to her... but it was new land, fresh territory just off the edge of the herd's she belonged to... and she still wasn't too sharp on tracking yet.

Ok... I have to stay calm... That's what her many instructors and mentor's always said. In such situations panic can only increase your distress and anxiety. It's best to stay as calm as you can, with a level head.

Though that was easier said, than done...

Just as she was sniffing towards a vaguely wafting aroma that held the same mixture as her guide, a heavy rumble came from the heaven's, causing the earth below her small hooves to tremble. Ears perking to an alert stance, head tipping back to look up, she was met with darkening gray clouds, that were climbing across the once blue clad canvas sky. Rain...! How hadn't she smelt it before? It didn't take long for droplets to descend from their fluffy homes, and plop onto anything in their path, including the soft pelt of the lost filly. Staining it darker, second my second as the rain had managed to either slide down leaves that were littered above her, or dodged them, the foal could feel its cold sensation reaching the tender skin below her exterior coat, making her waste no time in hustling to find cover. She'd have to look for Ikinya later... when the storm was over. She was well aware how dangerous it was to be out in these sorts of conditions. As much as she wanted to find her guide, that would earn her either reprimanding or even trouble before that... an injury, or even worse. No! She couldn't think of that right now..! Shaking her head, damp mane slapping either side of her neck, Fermata darted along the wettening ground, her ruby reds flashed about for a suitable area of cover. But all she could find were tall tree's... and thick bushes... nothing that would keep her cover! The further she went, the more lost she became... and the more darker her surroundings grew. There was no way in telling just where she was going! All she could do was follow the path that was clear to her, letting her hooves gallop against the now slippery grounds. Loud groans and cracks that streaked along the heavily packed clouds sounded ferociously, making a few gasps catch in Fermata's throat as she maneuvered through the unknown terrain, her vision a sheet of pelting rain drops, a few even clinging onto her long lashes. This was bad... really bad... Panting growing more sound, her body did begin to go into a bit of a panic, as she was met with the towering gray giants that were mountains, that blocked from the unknown world beyond. This was a dead end... Whipping her head around, water flinging from the long tendrils of her mane, the filly stared back into the dark and now mist filled forest, gritting her teeth as she was met with realization... that was her only chance of safety. Dipping her head, taking deep breaths, she finally pushed off to charge back into the loud wood, eyes now frantically searching... for anything!

And suddenly... there! A large Elm, whose branches spread into other tree's, entangling with them, stood proudly... though not so mightly, as it's trunk held a large carving... big enough for her to get into! Dashing straight for it, the filly stared into the cavity, noticing that it would need to be adjusted so she'd have a little more room... pressing her hooves to the earth that was still smooth and flat in the 'cave' she began to dig at it briskly, making a divot enough for her to at least fit herself in, if she were to lay down. With another lick of lightning crackling and zipping over the sky, sporadically flashing on the grounds below, Fermata let out a little squeak before diving into her newfound shelter. Curling up tightly, she peered out to the branches that surrounded the enclosure. It wasn't so noisy here... the small confinement shielding her from the brunt of the storms wrath. Now it was mostly the hissing of the rain pelting to the ground that she heard, and the muffled rolls of the relentless heavens. But as she gazed out the tiny enclosure... she noticed something dangling from one of the nearby branches... Upon closer inspection, the figure was identified as a chrysalis. It's case was a beautiful transparent amber like texture, shiny and dripping from the droplets that slipped down its smooth exterior. A butterfly... in this storm and in such a location? How would it survive? As Fermata continued to gaze at the little wonder, she was struck in awe even further as she saw that it was... quivering... giving little tremors as if the tiny body within was trying to break free. Eyes widening in amazement, she could only watch as the insect struggled to relieve itself from the encasing it'd been trapped in for who knew how long. How could something so tiny, and fragile hold the strength to escape such a cast?
It seemed so impossible...
Even as Fermata's attention was intently on the delicate little bug, seeing a few slender, stick like legs peel through, her own eyelids were beginning to grow heavy... head as well. All that running and frantic behavior to finding safety had really wore her out more than she knew. And eventually, her vision blurred, and lids drooped to cover those vibrant reds, easing her off to sleep.

In the morning, greeted with the usual song birds such as mourning doves, and robins, accompanied with the twittering and chirping of chickadee's, Fermata woke slowly. Her eyes peeled open only as the sound of a scavenging squirrel pittered past the opening of her shelter, chattering up a storm as it had spotted another trying to dig in it's already designated storing area. With a wide yawn, and a careful easing onto her hooves, long legs taking their time to stretch and place outside of the concave trunk, the filly's attention was subconsciously drawn slightly upwards to where the butterfly had been... there, in it's place, was the now slit and wilting cocoon. On the outside was a drenched, freshly 'reborn' Common Crow butterfly in all its glory. Wrinkled wings were folded against it's back, graced by a beam of sunlight that pierced through the thick vegetation that was densely grown. Such a beautiful sight it was... especially when first waking up. The dark browns, like the rarer rock in the mountainsides, of its wings were so lovely.. especially with the white dotted accents along the edges of the crumpled wings. It was a wonder, really, that something so dainty and brittle could conduct such a feat... Fermata couldn't help but hold respect for the tiny insect and it's intense determination. Walking slowly, and carefully towards it, she tipped her nose to let the end of it rest just below the dangling creature, observing its wings slowly and finally begin to unfurl.

"Welcome to the world, little guy.." she murmurs tenderly, a smile curving along her soft features. Surely this would be worthy of her parents approval. Even something so small... so frail could hold the same persistence as... well, her! Big or small, it didn't matter. This little fella was driven to become something great, just like anyone else. He was a perfect epitome for what her herd was all about, and a perfect example of what Fermata hoped to become.

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Do you RP?: Everyday.

Example(s) of RP: I mostly RP via IM's, so the ones I post here from guilds really aren't my strongest examples. But I can send one of my rp's that is 7o+ pages on Word.

Uno
Dos
Tres {It transitions into a totally new rp later on.. as you'll see.}

How active are you in Soquili?: I mostly lurk, but I'm pretty active, I'd say.

Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I know I'd play the character properly, and not just whore it for more baskets, for one. Offspring are never a goal of mine, more so just kind of bonus, if it makes sense to even include such an element in my characters lives. I'm an avid fan of family based characters, and love starting out in a really solid foundation like that. I'm also very big on development, and really like to flush out the characters different sides, cause some challenges to bring those sides out, and really explore their different strengths and weaknesses, and seeing them grow over time because of these posed traits.


Why do you want this basket?: Well for starters, I'm a music major, so this just naturally drew me in. And also, I've always found this family to be adorable. I also actually know some members owners, so... I wouldn't feel awkward if I were accepted in. And I mean, I love Pokemon too, sooo.. |D















Username: musicaloner7

Soquili's Name: Galliard Amachi
Name Meaning: Music written for a lively French dance for two performers written in triple time.

Personality of Soquili: For Galliard, he's quite the interesting fellow. The colt, as most would say, 'marches to the beat of his own drum'. For the most part, he's quite lax, and laid-back, even playful. there's almost always a comfortable grin on his face, and a twitch in his tail. In most instances he finds amusement. Where most might over-react or freak out, he'd probably give a little snort, or his grin might widen. This isn't to say he doesn't care about given situations, he's just rather lax about them, thus making his opinion on the matter difficult to read; unless you just ouright ask him. In truth he's a good hearted individual, but rather than moving sporadically to changes, he keeps himself on the lighter side of things. Even with his lackadaisical style, so others might call it, Galliard is a lively colt, just more subtle about it, or more concentrated in its presentation. He relies more on movement, and physical expression, than to be detered by vocal means; unless used as accompiantment, rather than the main source of attention.

Prompt Responce


Ah the great outdoors. So open, fresh, and brimming with constant going-ons. There was more than enough to entertain and satisfy any type of personality, even more so those that weren't in need of much to capture their attention. Individual's such as Galliard, for instance. The colt was very much amused for the time being, lying on his back in the grass, legs curved and bent in random postures as he gazed up at the passing clouds. Just moments earlier he had been galavanting carelessly along the open plains, disturbing the dormant grasshoppers, moths, and field mice that were littered under the long thick grasses. But a wide grin was spread along his maw, finding it absolutely silly how frantic they were in escaping his lightly ticking hooves, dancing. Any matter, he was at peace, alone for the time being, aside from a few beetles, and spiders that scaled the blades surrounding him. Most likely he'd damaged most of their webs... but really didn't notice nor realize it.
He'd been out for a few days now, searching for that special something that he was supposed to return back home with as proof to his parents to earn his second bell. It was a fun little task to do... but he spent more of it taking things slow, rather than fervently searching for the perfect offering. Accompanying him was the large Angei Cuauhcoatl, who at the moment he had no idea of his where abouts.... and didn't really give much care either. He was comfortable in his current position, and... in fact... was starting to doze off. The warm afternoon sun beating down on his vibrant blue fur was divine... warming him, like the embrace of the womb. It was in this mindset that he could easily drift off into a comfortable slumber, entranced and lulled by the natural sounds of chiming birds, and creaking insects.

When he woke, it was dusk. The sun was setting over the horizon, casting beautiful shades of fuchsia, oranges, crimsons, and indigo's. It was a warp of sorbet, all following like a tail after the descending sun. This was indeed the foal's favorite time of day... such a gorgeous sight it was. When the colours were being collected and tucked away with the setting ball of life. Rolling onto his side, Galliard eased onto his hooves, shaking himself out, with bits of grass and leaves that were stuck to his body fluttering off and along the grass. Well... looks like it was time to find Cuauhcoatl. Golden eyes scanned the vast open plains... well... it looked like it was just him. Blinking slowly, he sniffed the air, that happened to be carrying on in his direction, holding scents that were picked up along the way... but none held that of his godfather. Ah well... not matter... he'd just find him the old fashion way!
With another brief glance around, the colt headed off to his left and into the unknown woods.

As he entered, he was greeted with an array of fresh new sounds, brand new smells, and sights that all filled his senses. Eyes adjusting to the dimmer lit area, he took his time to observe what he'd pass by. The many species of tree's were quite lovely, and the skittering of quail and chipmunks at his hooves brought a charm about the place. It easily captivated the foal, making his hooves trot a bit slower, his gait smaller, eyes really taking the time to inspect the untouched land. There were so many different flora and fauna that were spread along the territory, as far as the eye could see. Each glance held a new surprise, a new sight, something fascinating. And currently, before him was something that had his attention fully. In his current path was a chubby quail... a young one, at that, who was too busy greedily pecking at some berries that had fallen off of a nearby bush to notice the colt's presence. With that trademark grin of his growing, Galliard strutted right on after it, lowering his head to murmur softly.

"Well hey there, Mr. Quail. Nice day isn't it?" he asks playfully, only to receive a dip like squawk, and a frantic scrambling away. Blinking, the foal only gave a giggle, and pranced right on after the quail, dancing a three/four timed sort of rhythm, all around the distressed bird. Of course to Galliard this was just a silly game, and wasn't really aware just how stressful it was for the skittish creature. Eventually, after the chase continued, he wound up being lead to an area in which he could no longer pursue his dance partner. The quail gave a last yelp before zipping into a crevice that was on the side of the mountainsides, far too small for a colt to get into. Ah well... with a soft sigh, he bows his head,

"thank you for this dance, my friend." he croons before lifting up and idly glancing about.

Yet again another area change.. and this one was quite interesting... very much indeed. It was quiet, here, the sounds of the forest dulled and almost muted as they hit the adamant wall of the mountainside. It was cold... it even radiated it's chilled state, making the foal's tail quiver briefly in reaction. What a place... Starting to follow along it's side, eyes intent along the ground where the mountain started and earth ended, his tiny ears swiveled forward, attracted by some sort of... trickling... running... coursing. Lifting his gaze from it's lowered posture, to spy a stream leaking from a crack in the side of the mountain. Stepping closer, the ground beneath him shifting from grass to mud. It squished under his uniformed hooves, melding around the tough shell. The water source was clear, clean and pure. He could see straight through it to the insides of the flowing liquid... It was then that something caught his eye... and his hoof. As he'd further stepped into the slim line of water, something hard had connected with his hoof. Upon pawing and digging at it, pulling it out from the waters cover, a slap of rock was produced. Mud caked on the underside, but was easily starting to wash away as it was splashed with water from the angle Galliard had left it in. But it was the other side that held his interest... plastered on the surface were fossils... swirly ones... leaves.. and..... a fish! Usually lazy, or distracted looking eyes widened, and even glimmered. What a beautiful design... and find! Turning it over with his hoof, he let the water lap over its top to clear away more guck, pulling it back towards him again. What a glorious and intriguing item. The way it preserved and held the times of old... Galli had always been interested in antiques, artifacts, and older things that were from years before his time.... and this was no different. The way the past had been kept in tact so smartly, and detailed... That was it... he didn't care, this was what he would bring home. Whether his parents understood, or accepted it... this was what he wanted... After having traveled with Cuauhcoatl... he'd only been really enraptured with this stone... this shard of time... And this is what he would present. The beauty of what once was.

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Do you RP?: everyday.

Example(s) of RP: I mostly RP via IM's, so the ones I post here from guilds really aren't my strongest examples. But I can send one of my rp's that is 7o+ pages on Word.

Uno
Dos
Tres {It transitions into a totally new rp later on.. as you'll see.}


How active are you in Soquili?: Very, though I mostly lurk.

Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I know I'd play the character properly, and not just whore it for more baskets, for one. Offspring are never a goal of mine, more so just kind of bonus, if it makes sense to even include such an element in my characters lives. I'm an avid fan of family based characters, and love starting out in a really solid foundation like that. I'm also very big on development, and really like to flush out the characters different sides, cause some challenges to bring those sides out, and really explore their different strengths and weaknesses, and seeing them grow over time because of these posed traits.

Why do you want this basket?: Well for starters, I'm a music major, so this just naturally drew me in. And also, I've always found this family to be adorable. I also actually know some members owners, so... I wouldn't feel awkward if I were accepted. And I mean, I love Pokemon too, sooo.. |D

Username: Feathered Lunra

Soquili's Name: Talulah Amachi
Name Meaning: Leaping Water

Personality of Soquili: Like the meaning of her name she is a very hyperactive young filly. She is very outgoing and her greatest desire is to make as many friends as she can. She enjoys playing make believe!

Prompt Responce Prompt 2

Talulah was gazing upon a set of pink beautiful flowers and in the distance her guardian’s yapping could be herd. When it became silent she turned away from the flowers to notice her guardian wasn’t there any longer. A feeling of happiness ran through her and she silently thanked the gods that she finally was alone from that horrid racket.

“Alright, now the quest begins!” she sang out and frolicked along.

Now little Talulah could finally shine and make her parents proud! She skipped along a rocky path and her giggles filled the air. She wasn’t at all afraid of the dangers that she might run into along the way. Though she had sinking feeling her guardian was freaking out somewhere about losing her. Though she wasn’t about stop and go look for her guardian; that would be wasted time!

In the distance the sounds of sea birds could be herd and with delight she headed in that direction. As she got closer the ground which was rocky began to turn into sand. She neighed with excitement and dashed around in the sand. Talulah approached the ocean and noticed cute little birds running from the wave’s crash onto the beach.

“Hiiiiiiiii!” she shouted as she ran towards them.

The large smile on her face faded when they flew away from her. She gave a small sigh and then something caught her eye. It was something purple and it was lying under the shallow end of the ocean’s water. Talulah dashed into the ocean and giggled as the cold water hit her hide; she quickly lowered her head down to get the purple thing. She pulled out from the ocean and went back to the beach.

She spit the thing out of her mouth and noticed it was an odd shape. She found it rather interesting and pretty at the same time. The little filly found it perfect to show what she found on her journey! She was going to bring the ocean to her family.

“Oh yeah!” she did a victory pose and hummed a tune.

She then grabbed the shell back into her mouth and frolicked on back home. On the way back she noticed her guardian looking down in the dumps over her disappearance. Though when she came into view she noticed that look turned to happiness and then discipline mode.

“Oh poo..” she said with a close mouth.



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Do you RP?: Yes I do! I mostly do AIM rp but I do thread as well. n.n

Example(s) of RP:
Thread RP
- Horses Can Have Claws? [Complete]
Aim Log RP:
Double Rainbow?! What does this mean? Double Rainbow?! [Complete]

Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I really adore this family. I can’t help but be curious each time they have baskets how they’ll turn out looks/personality wise.

Why do you want this basket?: I would love to be part of this family. It seems very interesting and I think I could make this little girl to be quite the character.

Streak it blue
Username: Tara de Draiocht

Soquili's Name: Priscilla
Name Meaning: "ancient, venerable".

Personality of Soquili: Priscilla is very much a worry-wort and tends to work herself into such a state that she has a hard time focusing on the matter at hand. The complete opposite of what her name stands for; commanding respect.

Prompt Responce
'Oh no! Mother has fallen asleep again!' Priscilla bit her lip while looking around for any family members about and found them gone. Her inner thoughts started to get the best of her and she begun to think of the worst. 'Oh what am I to do! What was that noise?! What if it was those evil creatures I heard Uncle talking to father about? What if mother doesn't wake up? What-what...wh...w....zzzzz' Priscilla had worked herself into such a state that she too had fallen asleep standing up. This would be an interesting picture to the family when they came upon mother and daughter.

Why do you want this basket?: Like I stated before because not only is the basket pretty but the family history is truly interesting c: I would love rping in this family!