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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 3:36 pm
Opens: 6:30pm CST June 28th
Closes: 6:30 PM CST June 29th For a chance to win the sweet Vanilla Bean basket in this event, we ask that you write us an RP response to our prompt. HERE IS THE DARK PROMPT FOR THIS SMALL SWEETIE: Prompt You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack. How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own? Yes, we are twisted bastards ;O Please respond as best you can to the prompt. You can godmod the creatures that killed the parents, or even the parents themselves, but only while the foal is still encased in the basket. (aka, foal cannot see either parents nor attacker). The foal has no known gender, so you may RP it as either. ((NOTE: THIS IS NOT A REQUIRED BACKSTORY FOR THE FOAL IF YOU WIN! Though you can use it if you want! )) Rules~There is no word limit, but please no huge story that would fill up like... 3 pages of MSWord. PLEASE ;;;; ~ You may not try if you've already won or co-own a Soquili from this current FS event. AND PSSSST... there's a 6k FS fee if you win!
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:15 pm
Name: Melynlas
Gender: Femme
RP Response: Birds chirped against the cool breeze, sending brilliant sound waves spreading across the land. Hundreds of pink flower petals floated by, gently carried by a cool breeze. The flowers were watched intently by a pair of small, new eyes. A few flowers actually landed on this femme. The breeze made waves from the river lap up against the shore, but dark hoof imprints were visible everywhere. A harsh battle had indeed happened a few days ago. Rain had wiped away all blood and lost fur.
A white foal, Melynlas was her name, sat quietly. Her eyes were bright with wonder as she stared out into the great abyss known as the Earth. Her brilliant blue orbs flicked from tree to rock and back. This filly was indeed alone. Not a single soul in this world was there to guide her.
A small cloud of doubt pricked her. She was so young but was alone! Her parents, Llulagor and Melyngar had been slain, apparently. She was lucky enough to have been unharmed. As a baby she would need nurturing and care, a friendly face to guide her in the world. Now she was alone. With nobody ever near her. How would she survive? Sure, the would could be bright on days like this, but it was obvious that it also brought darkness and terror, rain like she had never seen before.
As a pink flower petal landed on her she smiled a bit. The wind practically whispered to her, ‘you’ll always have us, young one.’ Her heart seemed to rise in her chest as she stood on wobbly legs. Her small mane blew roughly in the wind, bringing her new life. “I can make it,” she told herself. Maybe she was young, there was no doubt, but she could find another Soquili, maybe. A bee buzzed by her head and she nickered.
Buzzing off at a trot she followed the bumble bee. No matter where it went she would trust it. She was one of the sweetest things you could meet. She would befriend nature if it hurt her. As the bumble bee flew over a creek it stopped and sat on a rock in the middle. It was inviting her into the water! Whinnying, she splashed in. A good start indeed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:16 pm
You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
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Response: Name: Ranjeet
Maning: Victor in Wars
Gender: Male
Mood: Vengeful
Ranjeet sat down on the grass and watched the sky. Mother.... Father..... Why was I not able to meet you? Who has done this.... he thought as tears filled his eyes as he got angry. Why am I deprived... What did I do when I was in that basket... he continued to think as he stomped his hoof on the ground. "I promise to find who did this... I will slay them..... just as they have..... done to you!" he yelled into the air. Ranjeet got up and looked around. "I will need to get stronger so that I can slay whoever has done this..." he said as tears flowed from his eyes. He began to run widely into the open forest he was left in. "I must raise myself..." he said quietly to himself as he continued to run towards where the sun was setting.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:18 pm
Blood, that was the first thing I smell, the rank scent of horse's blood. Shyly, slowly, I lift my wicker roof with my nose. The light is bright, but cold, and harsh upon my newly opened eyes. What happened here, I wonder, where are they, my parents? Everything feels so wrong.
I completely discard the cover of my basket, and see a horrid sight: my Parents' lifeless corpses strewn in front of me as if a painter or sculptor had gone mad and decided to create a sick mockery of life. I cried out to them, my whiny faint, muted by tears and the knots forming through out my body. They did not move, the wind did not even stir their bloodied manes. I did the only thing I could do...
I cried.
Hours pass, I merely sit there staring, the wells of my eyes long since dried up. I sit there, trying to wade through the vast swamp of my emotions. I know there is one thing I must do, and as I stand up and leap out of my basket, the grim reality comes to me in the aching of my stomachs. I must survive, alone, that is my destiny, I think to myself as I walk off to find food and shelter...
((note: If I win this and another event, I'll take this one.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:20 pm
You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
It's a gray and rainy day as I emerge from my basket. I look around. "Mommy? Daddy?" I call out plaintively as I trot around looking for a friendly face. Finding none after searching for ten minutes, I sniffle softly and find shelter in the cave I found while searching. My ears are pinned back to my skull as I cry softly. It looks like I'm all alone. I eventually cry myself to sleep. I remember Momma's voice, sweet and gentle, unlike this harsh cold rain telling me that we would need to find a herd, for protection.
After sleeping for a couple of hours, only dreaming once in a while of my parents. Maybe if I went looking for them I could find them. Letting out a neigh of excitement, I scramble to my hooves and walk unsteadily out into the now light rain. I gallop off, tail high in the hopes of finding either my parents or a herd to join.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:32 pm
The top bit is to just explain where the name/gender came from. I'm going to play this foal as a Regular Soquili, but for all I know there may be something very special in that beautiful weave!
Foal's Name: Ganesda'Tanhiu ((Meaning 'Iced Cream'))
Foal's Gender: Male
Things had gone wrong early on, even the tiny body shivering in its weaved protection could tell. Not long before, he had heard the maddening shrieks of Soquili torn apart; a family separated by whatever hunted them. He had been left in his basket, left carefully hidden in a briar patch, while his parents had left to distract whatever it was that pursued them. Large, pale eyes gazed around the barren land they found themselves confronted with. The sky above was dark and grey, threatening and heavy with the promised rain, the air muggy and the grass beneath his hooves trampled by many hooves and feet. He sniffed lightly, eyes forlorn as they watched for the foal's parents. Had they survived? He had no clue, but he knew one thing. He had to make his own way now.
A heavy weight pressed down on him, forcing his breath to come in short gasps. How could he even think to survive alone? Surely what hunted his parents would come back for him? It was unlikely that his parents had hid him in time to warrant no search, for what creature would not search the homestead of a mated pair, obviously protecting something? A stupid creature was what, and Ganesda'Tanhiu didn't think what stalked him was stupid! Turning his head this way and that, the little foal took a few hazardous steps. Gazing over his shoulder, he realised his basket was now very visable, so whatever hunted him would surely know to look, but there was silence all around, not a leaf moved. Looking skyward, the young Soquili sighed deep and knew that whatever barrier was protecting him would not last. Fat drops were blowing on the breeze, into his startled, worried face. Tearing his gaze back to the ground, 'Tanhiu thought long and hard for a moment. The disruption in the longer grass suggested whatever his parents had run from had followed them in that direction. Great twigs and branches had been torn from the trees going into the forest in that direction, and 'Tanhiu really didn't want to follow that!
He set his resolve and turned away from the gaping hole in the trees. A soft breeze was blowing into his face, pushing against his speckled hide and flowing through his pale mane and tail. He snorted softly and felt fat tears roll down his face as the drops of rain grew heavier and more frequent. How would he cope without his mother, his father? He'd have to learn everything he needed to survive without them! He could hardly even walk and his stomach growled as loudly as the beast that had hunted his parents down to devour them. Ganesda'Tanhiu couldn't help but let the tears flow as he tried to take a few more shakey steps towards the direction of safety. Perhaps if he could only get out of these woods, someone would spot the lowly figure of an orphaned Soquili and take him under their wing, like that bird in the tree above, twittering worryingly at his dejected shape as the rain grew steadily heavier. 'Tanhiu looked up at it and let a soft smile grace his face. The little bird twittered again and hopped down to a lower branch to look at him, this pure white life that had already suffered a great hardship.
He staggered under the rain toward it to stand beneath the tree's boughs of protection. The little bird flitted its wings and twittered at him. 'Tanhiu had no idea what it was trying to say, but whatever it was, it sounded urgent by its high pitched squeals. Ganesda'Tanhiu frowned a little at himself as his legs wobbled beneath him. He just wanted to lie down and sleep, and know that when he woke up his parents would be there, nuzzling him with comfort and love... But he knew it wasn't so. The deathly silence was just that, and there could be no life still beating in their chests, and unless whatever that beast had been had had its fill on their hides, could well be coming back for him, the sole surviving member of this tiny, fragile new family. The rain was coming down in hazy sheets, and 'Tanhiu rose his head to the bird's perch. It squealed again and fluffed up wet feathers. It didn't want to be his friend, not really. More tears flowed down his pearlescent face as he lowered his head. Pale eyes glanced back once more before he took one, two, three steps, getting slowly used to the great gangly limbs beneath him.
The bird quieted a little, and started to follow in quick bursts, before taking no more of the rain's torment and resting itself on 'Tanhiu's back. The small foal sent a careful, cautious smile over his shoulder at his new passenger, who only tweated at him to face fore. 'Tanhiu did as he felt he was being told and concentrated on the feet beneath him. Banded legs continued their path as his mind started to wander. Perhaps he wasn't so alone after all... Perhaps this tiny bird had been sent by the angels of his mother and father to protect his weary soul and keep him going, even when he was too tired to continue. Maybe this little bird was his mother, her gentle spirit touching the little creature's movements to ensure he was safe from harm. Yes, he wanted to believe that! He would believe it. This little bird, this tiny soul, was touched by an angel to save him.
He wouldn't let it down!
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:33 pm
Argyros stamped his hooves, hearing hoofbeats in the night. His lovely mate, Fidda, woke up from where she had curled up around her basket.
"What is it, Argyros?" she asked, very awake. They'd been caught with a basket in Kalona country, and couldn't wait for their foal to get out so they could leave. As a result, Argyros didn't sleep unless Fidda was standing guard. They'd both lost sleep, and it was beginning to show in the movement of both of them, not to mention the fact that neither dared leave to go find food, so they had become deeply hungry.
Argyros inhaled deeply and smelled the scent of a Soquili that also smelled like a wolf. His eyes widened with fear and worry. What was a Skinwalker doing in these parts? It was bad enough that Argyros and Fidda were exhausted, and worse that the Skinwalker was coming closer. "Skinwalker, and an insane one at that," he whispered at last. "Fidda, get the basket into the thicket there, and try to conceal it as best you can on the riverbank. Maybe it won't smell the basket.
Fidda nodded. There was no time for argument. She hurried the few yards, dragging the basket to safety and managing to find a space under a ledge to hide the silvery basket. Having hidden the basket, she hurried back to Argyros' side.
Argyros kept watching for the Skinwalker. "Fidda, go back to the basket."
"No, Argyros, you can't take on a Skinwalker alone, not at a time like this," she said resolutely.
Argyros turned, fear rising for their basket. "Fidda, go, we can't let the foal be born into this world without its mother. Please, do it for our foal, if not for me."
Fidda shook her head. "We'll pull out of this, I believe we will," she said stubbornly, fervently hoping and willing that to be the truth.
Argyros would have argued longer, but at that time, a big Skinwalker stallion trotted into view, his dark coat matted and smelling of blood, an insane light in his eyes. The Skinwalker charged, screaming a challenge. Argyros and Fidda charged forward as one, silver streaks in the moonlight. What ensued then was a bloody battle. The Skinwalker gained the upper hand immediately over the two weakened parents, and Argyros was knocked down, Fidda shoved out of the way. Argyros fought until he could hardly stand, and shouted at Fidda, "FIDDA! GO BACK! SAVE YOURSELF!"
"NO!" she screamed, renewing her attack and knocking the Skinwalker over for a brief moment. The Skinwalker, upon regaining its feet, centered its gaze on a defiant Fidda. Fidda was struck and knocked into the river, Argyros and Fidda having been driven back onto the river bank. The river was too fast, and Fidda, already weakened to beyond her own endurance, was swept away by the current, sighing as she died.
"FIDDA!" Argyros screamed. Without a thought to his own safety, he charged the Skinwalker, who had turned around at that instant, and both fell into the swift river. The stallions fought with what vigor they had left, and in the end, neither climbed back out of the river.
The basket opened a few days later, and a silver colt tumbled out of the basket. He looked around, frightened. It had been a few days since he'd heard his parents voices. Where were they? He resolved to explore along the river and eventually found a beautiful silver mare lying dead on the riverbank. "Mommy?" the colt whispered. Tears welled up in his eyes and he cried as he looked at his mother's dead body. The colt knelt and began nudging the fallen mare, desperately wishing for Fidda to live. It was too late, and the colt knew it. After what seemed like hours of crying, he remembered he had a father who might have survived downriver.
Filled with hope, he got to her feet, ignoring the fact that he was muddy and still crying, and hurried until he saw a mangled patch of black fur. It looked like a Soquili, but much worse. The glazed white eyes stared blankly up at the sky, and foam had crusted on the dead mouth. Horrified, the colt hurried on, until he found a silver stallion dead, not far on. The colt can see that her parents are both dead. The colt cried and a name came into his mind: Tristram. He knew in his heart that it was his name, and he knew that it was a sad name.
His parents had died for him, so that he might live and be happy. In light of that, he should go find other Soquili to take care of him. He was hungry, so hungry, and he wanted his mother. Taking a shuddering breath, he left his parents to go find new parents, and swore in his mind to kill any Skinwalker who threatened the life of those he loved. No Skinwalker could be trusted unless it proved itself worthy of his friendship, and he wasn't ready to get close enough to a Skinwalker ever again to find out if he could befriend one.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:42 pm
Name: Calenth
Gender: Male
Prompt:You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
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The basket in which he grew, safe, strong, was getting far too small to accomodate his growing form. It was dark, cramped. He could no longer stay here. It was time to greet the world. To meet the mare and stallion (Mama and Da) who talked to him with gentle voices. Who made sure he was safe and warm. Who made him feel loved. It was time.
Calenth pushed against the lid of his haven, expecting it to just pop off. After all that was what Mama and Da said he could expect. It wouldn't budge. He shoved again. Just a little harder. He met with some resistence, but inch by inch, the lid moved, allowing light in and his first glimpse of the world.
Drops of some thick red liquidish stuff dripped from the lid onto his white face, into pale, almost colorless grey eyes. Blood. His first sight was tinted with blood. As he stumbled out of the basket, before his legs were even under his concious control, he fell. But instead of the harsh earth, his knees encountered a slightly softer, more giving surface. Flesh. The torn bodies of what could only have been his parents.
He looked at the mare. Mama. Her face was set in a determined mask. She fell protecting him. At least her beautiful face was free of scars. Of blood. It was upon she that he had stumbled. Even in death, she was trying to protect him.
The stallion on the other hand, Da... Calenth couldn't even begin to distinguish his features. He had battled fiercely, trying to keep whatever it was that had done this, away from his family.
Tears gathered.Stinging and harsh as reality hit home. Alone. He was all alone in this world. No mother to lovingly guide him, to show him what was right from what was wrong. To heal his hurts and sing him lullabies to help him sleep. To soothe his fears and be a haven of comfort. No father to help him grow up strong and proud. To show him what it meant to have a family, how to protect those he loved.
His heart hardened as he refused to let the tears fall.He nuzzled the whole, unmarred cheek of his mother.
I will not mourn until the one who did this... who slaughtered two parents leaving their foal alone in this cruel world.. is dead. I promise mama.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:59 pm
Name: Villa
Gender: (?) XD ha dont know what's inside the basket. so girl for now
RP Prompt:
You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
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Shaking and shivering inside her basket Villa could hear the terrified screams and whines of her family outside as they fought against some unknown force to her; she was to paralyzed with fear to peek out let alone venture out. Mama and papa had hidden her away in a grassy cave when they had sensed an ominous presents heading toward our home.
It seemed like it was never going to end but finally it did, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. The little foal cautiously peeked out wishing she hadn't, eyes widening in horror at the scene before her.
"Mama," whispered Villa in denial and shock, looking at the war infested earth. "Papa?" Villa shakily stumbled out of her basket moving threw the blood stained earth. Looking left and right trying to hope against hope that her parents had made it through whatever happened but her hopes were dashed as she crept closer, pausing once and awhile when she heard a branch snap. There right in front of her were the bodies of her parents, one next to the other and twisted in painful positions. Shaking her head Villa screamed in dismay, never will she forget the blank look of lifelessness in their once happily sparkling eyes.
Eyes dilated with disbelief and shock, tentatively moving forward until she reached the bodies of what was once her world. Nothing seemed to matter at that moment, her future, her survival; everything had turned to a grey nothingness. Tears began to poor from her face, slowly at first and then began to come faster. "MAMA! PAPA!" Villa wailed.
It had been a week of mourning until the little foal had woken up from her mourn-induced coma. Staring blankly at the rotting bodies and ignoring the flies that gathered around her, Villa shook herself and began a mini funeral for her parents. Once the graves were dug from her hooves, she somehow managed to get both mama and papa inside the earth. Taking a deep shaky breath Villa whispered her fare wells.
Head bowed and thoughts racing, she had no idea how her life was to turn out, she had no one to learn from or family to protect her from the horror that was reality. Life had dealt her a hard hand and now she had to learn to deal with it. As papa once said, Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will and I will survive on my own.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:16 pm
Name: Chanlyeya
Gender: Male
Prompt: The air fell quiet. It had been for an hour, but the foal was still too afraid to creep out from its small basket. Horrible noises. They had filled the air for hours. It was hard to believe that he had been listening to his mother's soothing voice singing to him before it was all snatched away by blood curdling screams. A monster had taken it away. A monster took away his parents and his future. The happy life he could of had been taken away from him before he even had a real chance to start it.
He shivered before cautiously poking his muzzle through the opening of the basket. Cold winds swept by that made him want to retreat, but he forced his way out. It was so dark and foggy too. The wind wasn't nearly as bad as the thing he saw next. Two bodies of adult soquili lay on the ground. Their fur was drenched in dry blood. One was a white mare while the other was a grey stallion, covered with brown speckled spots. The young foal shivered and looked his own self over for the first time. They looked like him, besides the blood, they looked so much like him. They were his parents and now they were dead. Yet, they hadn't abandoned him. They truly loved him. Tears stung at the little foal's eyes. This was too cruel. Why, why did they have to die before he even got to see their faces? Why was he alive? Why did he have to live with these images, sounds, and memories imprinted in his memory for all time?
"So... you awaken little foal... I was hoping you would soon... I was beginning to think you died of fear."
The foal felt his heart jumped. He quickly turned around to see the cruel, red eyes of a kalona. His dark black fur was also drenched in the blood his parents wore. This was the one who had ruined his life and had possibly come to end it. And now he wasn't sure if he even wanted to live. If it hadn't been for the fear of pain of a final blow, the foal would have been begging to have his life be taken. How could he continue on anyway? The foal let out a soft whiny, filled with fear. He wanted to ask what his fate was going to be, but he couldn't figure out how to make the words come out.
"Do you know why I did what I did, little one?" The kalona asked. She chuckled and swished in his tail with amusement as he watched the small horse shake his head in fear. "I hunger... for a battle. A battle with someone filed with revenge and hatred even before he left his basket. Yes, you may not feel it now, but I've planted the seed in you. Right now you only fear for your own life, but one day, as you fight to survive, hate for me will grow in your heart and you'll wish to hunt me down..." The grin on the kalona grew wider. "I want a rival... someone who wants to kill me. I grow bored. I have yet to find someone strong enough. Not even your parents, who fought for your life so pitifully, stood a chance. Oh you should have seen the painful look in your mother's eyes...." Another cold cackle came from the kalona. "Wonderful.... so little one. Remember my name... Akuma. Akuma was the one who ruined your life. Come find me when you grow big and strong. Live just to kill me or I will kill you now..."
The foal took a few steps back. This kalona killed his parents because of him? It was his fault his parents were dead? This wasn't fair... he hadn't even saw his first sight of the world before this happened. Oh the world... it looked so dark and cruel. Never before had he heard of such a monster. The foal fell back on his legs. He was still so young... he couldn't even walk right. How would he ever survive? How could he ever kill such a fearful creature? He didn't even want to hurt anyone. Tears stung at his eyes.
A cold chuckle was heard from the kalona as he started to walk away. "Survive and kill me, or die brat. That is how your life will be. Remember this. If you don't hunt me I'll hunt you...."
The foal curled up into a foal. Life was terrible... it was the only thing he could see. He dared not to look at his parents' lifeless bodies anymore. He was lost, cold, alone, and had a made monster after him. No one would be able to protect him. He had no one.... His tears and the memory of his mother's singing voice were the only things that eventually made him drift off to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:17 pm
Name:Rittle
Gender: Male
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“Mommy?” A small voice called from a cracked open, pale gray and off white basket. Its only reply was the cold silence of the darkness that was the moonless night sky.
“Daddy?” It called, this time hearing something like a whisper. It was only the wind, however, brushing past its ears.
Tears began welling up in the colt’s eyes. His body began shaking, and his voice came out in short bursts, filled with sorrowful pain. Parents nowhere to be found, all alone cried the whole night, voice echoing in the meadow.
Once the morning sun rose, the colt shook his tears from his tired eyes, and looked out onto the Horizon. Seeing only an expansive meadow, the young Colt clambered out into the world for the first time. He investigated his surroundings with an apathetic state of mind. His parents had obviously abandoned him. He must have been a mistake, and they dumped him off here. After finding nothing of interest, he walked away, pondering what he would do with his life.
He really was clueless as to what to do. Without the guidance of a proper father figure, he would never figure out how to be a true stallion. And he wanted to be a real stallion, that was an innate thought since the moment he popped out of his basket.
“I’ll find myself a real father, that’s what I’ll do.” He muttered to himself, slight hope glimmering in the back of his mind. He might have a chance at leading a normal life, if he would find a Stallion willing to teach and raise him.
So, with this new mindset, he walked off into the horizon, contemplating what his new father would look like.
Of course, he had failed to notice the blood trail that was behind his basket, accompanied by jumbled hoof prints.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:24 pm
CuterThanYou Please respond as best you can to the prompt. You can godmod the creatures that killed the parents, or even the parents themselves, but only while the foal is still encased in the basket. ( aka, foal cannot see either parents nor attacker).
Does this mean that when the foal emerges from the basket no one can be around? In other words.. there can't be any other Soquili meandering through the area when the foal emerges.. and.. uhm.. the parents bodies can't be laying on the ground or anything?
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Sorry had to edit.. hit submit instead of preview..
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:01 pm
Inkume CuterThanYou Please respond as best you can to the prompt. You can godmod the creatures that killed the parents, or even the parents themselves, but only while the foal is still encased in the basket. ( aka, foal cannot see either parents nor attacker).
Does this mean that when the foal emerges from the basket no one can be around? In other words.. there can't be any other Soquili meandering through the area when the foal emerges.. and.. uhm.. the parents bodies can't be laying on the ground or anything?
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Sorry had to edit.. hit submit instead of preview..
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:03 pm
Name: Valeni
Gender: Female
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A eerie creaking noise filled the swamplands as the foal took her first breathe into the world. How horrid was the scene... Traces of white hair scattered. Blood staining the bark of every tree , shrub and flower for as far as the foal's blurry vision could see.
"M-m..." The foal let out, not sure if she was trying to call to her mother or to the monsters which did this, to end her suffering, the tears began to flow. The filly kicked the shell of the basket away and rampaged forward ; de-rooting the nearest flower with her teeth and kicking furiously upward and side to side. "Mama?" She said in a emotionless tone as she spotted a white rabbit go by and began to chase no matter how much she ran the rabbit would slyly avoid her until she cornered the thing and broke one of it's legs. "Here mama, now we can be together..." She grinned as the high-pitched squeals from the rabbit filled the area. "Mama, don't cry...I'll never leave you again. I promise."
She spotted another hare and stared. "Look mama, it's daddy." The other rabbit stared , the sadness in it's movements apparent. It thumped the ground and charged at the filly, but it was in vain; with one kick, it was all over.
"Now I'm all you got mama, will you love me?" She giggled and nuzzled the rabbit, who had stopped moving by now. "Why yes, I believe you will love me." Another high pitched laugh and she settled herself for a nap with her mother.
{I'm so sorry it's a bit phychopathic, I've always wanted to write something outside my own comfort zone, hopefully you guys will enjoy it. :]}
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:07 pm
((my god, I'm sorry it's long but I love it!)) Name: Saark (Sarr-k) Gender: Colt The wind blew wild, carrying the scent of hatred and death upon its breeze. Wings, long and elegant with feathers of the purest vanilla, spread out as the stallion tested the wind. A gift graced from the heavens that would be returned to the heavens. The Lisstyri would be here soon... It was only a matter of time and he could only protect what little he had. They had a bone to pick. They always did. Kalonas. The name was disgusting to most and especially to the Angeni... But not Div. He couldn't hate the breed for being Kalona. He could only hate the individuals who had nothing better to do than prey on the strong just for the thrill. And his heart felt as if it might explode at the scream that shattered the evening's peace. +++++ She swung her head around, barbed horns tearing at her brother's face. Blood splattered between them as a hole was ripped into her side, ribs showing with this new wound. A wing lashed out at her and Kiipa swung to the side, using her own barbed Kalona appendage as leverage. And then she thrust that middle horn right into the Lisstyri leader's throat. The vein threw up violently, crimson rain falling upon the ground with each beat of the stallion's heart. His eyes, an emerald green, watched Kiipa as he sunk to his knees, and then fell to his side, his last breaths staggered. Kiipa backed up a step, bile rising in her throat. Violence wasn't new to her. She was Kalona, of the vicious circle... But it was her brother. He'd tried to kill her. And she killed him. "Kiipa!! The basket!" Her mate's cry rang over the glades as the mare jerked her head up. Her baby... Her baby! +++++ Div lunged through the bush, silver jewels dangling from his mane and tail getting caught in bramble with a painful tug, but it didn't matter. No. The only thing that mattered was Kiipa. His Kiipa! For everything that they resembled, an angel and a demon, it was such a perfect pairing. Such love... He met her halfway, their muzzles touching for a brief instant. Her dark mane blended perfectly with pristine white and her fangs showed. Scrapes and gashes littered her perfect gray coat and his heart stung at the sight. What a Kalona would do to protect her family, an Angeni would match every step of the way. "Where is the little one?" he asked breathlessly, looking around. Her eyes widened with fear, with anger. Anger for herself. She opened her mouth to reply when she was thrown to the side. A Kalona of the purest white lunged forth, bladed horns impaling Kiipa and giving a twist before the smaller mare was dropped to the ground, already soaked in her own life. "How's that for lifemate? Kiipa's sister sneered, readying herself for another attack. "You ready to join her?" Div screamed, a shrill that could be heard from the heavens, perhaps, as he threw his weight against the mare, teeth buried into a leathery wing. The Kalona reared up, only to fall backwards. There was a dull pain in the Angel's throat where she latched on, but there would be no backing out now. They were too far gone, plummeting to their deaths from the cliffside. Not even God could save them now. +++++ Saark stood shakily, ears pinned against his head as he scouted out the territory. Well, this wasn't exactly how he was expecting to arrive. Not only was he cramped from growing in the basket, he'd always envisioned his beautiful parents to be fawning over him, the only living child. He stepped away from the shell he'd grown up in without a second thought. As he stumbled through the woods where he'd unknowingly been stashed, a musky, metal scent filled his nostrils, a thick fog that surrounded him. He would later know this as 'death'. "Mum? Dad?" His voice was rough, but he'd never used it before -- at least until something under his hoof cracked and a scream lit the air as the tiny colt backed up, wild-eyed. Green eyes -- glassy eyes, stared up at him lifelessly. Maroon splashed the ground, dried now but once a vivid red. The horn he'd stepped on had broken off, crumbled underneath his weight. "Little child... Don't fear the darkness." A white mare took a step out from the forest. Her voice was almost...soothing? Saark shivered, the wings on his back showing his Kalona heritage. "Momma?" "Yes. And you are my beautiful little Saark. What a blessing, my child..." And Saark, he would never know that beyond the brush-lined path lay his true mother, killed by this imposter. His aunt. She motioned him forth, taking off away from the bloodshed with a quick pace, leaving the colt to amble behind her. "Where are we going?!" "Home, my Saark. You are Lisstyri."
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