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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:48 pm
For too long has this beauty sat in the dark and dust.
And that is where you come in.
See, Semuan-Ya does not like to be neglected. And so, I am granting one lucky person rights to her. (see third post)
Semuan-Ya Vasszuraj
(aka Semmy)
Temper: Coveteous
She hoards treasures and things she values.
At one point in time this also included living beings- a sentiment that lead her to joining the Flock, a herd of harpies, whose ideology was similar to her own. But certain events occurred –including a rather vicious fight with the second in command, which lead her to rethink a few things, and she left the Flock.
A few quirks:
Semuan-Ya has a speech impediment (hello, you try speaking around fangs like those) that manifests in a slight dragging out/ hissing of any s and s sounds.
She is omnivorious, preferring to hunt small game… rabbits being her favorite prey.
She despises/hates/loathes the male sex completely.
Though she is not mean, she does have the capacity to be very cruel
She will not ever Lifemate (this is very important) and any male she deigns to mate with must have wings.
Start: now
Ends:11/23 at 9:00 PM PST
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:49 pm
Rules, Form, and Prompt
Rules:
~No whining/guilt-tripping
~This contest is open to those who have 5 or less soquili (including co-owns)
~No editing your posts once they are submitted
~The contest will run for one week from the time it opens.
~The reason for this contest is that I feel like I have neglected this soquili, and so I would like the winner to stick around and rp her.
Form:
Username:
Number of Soq owned:
Do you like to rp?
Any Plot ideas?
Prompt Response:
Prompt- Semuan-Ya has just finished her battle with Zahraa'. She is wounded badly, near to death. What does she do now?
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:50 pm
Co-ownership rights/Agreement
dawns' rights:
sig rights
full rights to first breeding
co-owner:
sig
ooc and ic rp
full rights to second breeding
Both owners have rights to third breeding
Implicit/understood-
Semuan-Ya will never lifemate
Any breeding partner must have wings (unless there are compelling IC rp reasons- co-owner must prove by linking the rp to me)
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:05 pm
Username: Bardess Ookami
Number of Soq owned: 2 certed, one in progress, a few familiars
Do you like to rp? Very much so
Any Plot ideas? Well, I know there is a forming Windserpent herd, so if this battle leads to Semmy being evicted from her herd, she could join them, and if she isn't, I can still play with her meeting them anyway. I also could toss her against my friend Divena's Lian, since Lian needs to be more jaded, and would be fun to play against.
Prompt Response:
The herd had no healer, she knew this. She had to go somewhere to find one some how. A healer who wouldn't turn her away for attacking a ranking member of her herd, and who wouldn't turn her away for being different, for being unusual. She had had enough of jealousy for one lifetime. She didn't know where she'd find a healer, but she hoped he or she could fix her wings.
She managed several steps, got outside the territory of the herd, each motion hurting worse then the last. Still she struggled. Another step. Another. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have realized that there was no danger of her herd being unable to find her, the trail of blood was better then any breadcrumbs, a dotted line to her location. Another step. A dark shadow was before her suddenly. She looked up and found a mirror before her, showing her own bloodied expression. Horrified she backed up, her tail hitting something warm and solid. That was when she noticed that her reflection wasn't alone in the mirror. And the other mare was almost as gored as she was. "Bloody mare!" she gasped.
"Close," the other breathed. "Bloody Mary, at your service, little one."
Semmy gasped, but her strength was gone, she felt her eyes roll back into her head and she collapsed. She felt the other mare's head under her body, catching her, lowering her gently to the ground. She heard the mare remark softly that she would take care of her. Hoping she would fetch a healer Semmy gave in to the darkness, she really had no choice any more.
Mary looked at the Sow bleeding on the ground before her. Clearly another of her children in need of aid. She began digging in the ground, using blood to soften it for the working. It was something that made all her children stronger, just as it had her, being buried alive. This child would emerge stronger for it, as she had. Or she would not emerge at all, and thus would not truly belong to Mary, in which case, Mary could care less about her. A goddess didn't need to help those who did not worship her, after all. Once the grave was large enough, Mary set the other into the hole. She plucked a few feathers from Semmy's head and wove them into a serviceable rope. She placed one end in Semmy's mouth and left the other end outside the grave. She filled the first in over the Soq, and attached the feathers to a bell, when she awoke, she'd ring the bell, and no one would come. When she realized the futility of depending upon others, she would claw her way free, having healed from her wounds, and would be better, stronger for it. Pleased with herself, Mary Spector hummed the funeral dirge as she walked off.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 11:43 pm
PS: I had to make another Kalona for this purposes, please bear with me for i don't know many.
Username: darknightcavalier
Number of Soq owned: 1
Do you like to rp? Yes
Any Plot ideas?
Being an outcast of a clan. She will go alone, unless of course she hunts for treasure, in which she will use that companionship to her advantage. Her own herd, is somewhat likely, treasure seekers adventurers, most likely however she will just use them, whether she will join one or make one depends on the situation. She will be wanting to become stronger to survive the harder ordeals, after barely living after this mess. Also she will, of course, break hearts and manipulate males to her liking. As for family, she doesn't seem to look like the family type, raising kids.... I highly doubt that's going to be her forte.
Prompt Response:
Barely alive, barely standing. "That witch...." the kalona growled with a soft serpentine hiss. Her path riddled with bloody footsteps. True, she lived, a grin coming to her face, knowing that the harpy witch would remember her as she paddled down the path to rest and find a healer or place to recover at the very least. She growled, at the very least, the pain somewhat tolerable, but she couldn't go on forever like this. Then there it was, a small patch of clearing, wandering to settle down and rest. Her eyes slowly closed, to let herself heal a bit and rest, no questions as her eyelids became heavy, her neck slowly resting upon the ground as she slowly went on her four knees and slowly made a controlled crumple on her legs.
As she woke, she would see what was white bandages on her cheeks, a partial remnant of why she was injured in the first place. A slightly poisoned hiss came from her, her eyes darting to find where she was.... wherever she was. "Rest kiddo, you're too hurt for anything else than rest." a black mare replied, her eyes slitted and poised up with a certain air of dignity. "You......." she hissed. "Whssss...Are you...."the injured mare asked, the bandage impeding her speech more. "That is none of your concern." the black mare replied, padding past her. Her own black serpentine wings folded back. "You are strong...." she replied. "But you have a long way to go, I do not wish to see someone stand up and to fall down." she continued. "You make an interesting specimen to watch scaled one." making the serpentine Kalona hiss hard. She was no subject, she did not trust this mare, oddly enough too tired to stand, still her body was trying to recover. "rest.... and you shall walk your own destiny."
"My own destiny...My oath....My way....." those words hissed and resonated in her mind. Her solid resolve growing as she slept.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:38 pm
Username: Three Tailed Fox
Number of Soq owned: 1 co-owned usida.
Do you like to rp? I love to, when I have time. c:
Any Plot ideas? Semuan-Ya would likely travel around in search of a herd that fits her covetous needs for a while, but eventually give up upon not finding what she's after (this would change if I did find a herd fitting of her personality, however). She'd probably get into another fight or two, and begin considering starting a herd of her own. To fill the ranks, she'd start looking for strong, worthy males to breed with, and the foals she kept she'd raise like herself.
Prompt Response:
There was nothing Semuan-Ya could do. The mare did not have the strength left after her battle with the harpy to spend days wandering aimlessly about the plains in hopes of coming across a healer willing to help a creature such as herself. She was already fighting off consciousness - if she overexerted herself, things might not end well.
Semuan-Ya lifted her head, searching the area with keen emerald eyes. There was a small river with a waterfall not too far from where she stood. The mare cantered over to it, slowly, carefully, glaring daggers all the while at any passersby who dared to look at her wrong. She didn't like others seeing her this way - weak, defenseless, vulnerable. If she had anything to say about her condition, though, she would not remain this way for long.
When, finally, she made it to the waterfall, she eased herself into the water to stand under it. The steady flow of the cool, gentle water helped ebb away the pain, and washed clean the wounds that might otherwise become infected. She watched the shades of red dancing in the blue-greens of the water and the tiny fish quickly swimming away from the deadly liquid, while admiring the beauty of something so... tainted. Poisoned. Ruined.
Once she was satisfied with her bathing, Semuan-Ya made her way over to the shade of a tall tree nearby. She carefully lowered herself into a laying position and rested there, thinking things through. The images and sounds of the fight earlier were still vivid in her mind. And she had to make a decision - what was she going to do? She couldn't return to the herd, not after what she'd done to that too-proud harpy. Ah, Zahraa' - that mare does not deserve the respect she receives. Semuan-Ya snorted at the thought. At least the harpy would remember the lesson she was taught.
The winged mare shook her head lightly, trying to focus her thoughts, to put the battle out of her mind. It was over now. She was still hurt, but her bath had made it easier to walk and think. She still needed a healer to mend the wounds that she could not. Semuan-Ya nodded to herself upon deciding - she would rest, for now, and head out to find the help she needed. Once she was right again, and her body whole, she could set out on a longer and much more important journey - finding a place where she could feel like she belongs.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:01 am
Username: Nyx Queen of Darkness
Number of Soq owned: 3.5 (one co-own ceryeni, 3 full owns)
Do you like to rp? Yes, very much so. I love to plot and to RP. I am a house-wife so I have a good deal of free time after I do what needs to be done. I can give further RP samples, if you'd like ^_^
Any Plot ideas? Well, so far I know for a fact that Semuan-Ya would not join another herd quickly if at all. I think that her treatment would lead to a greater distrust that she would covet to get rid of. She would roam by herself or in a very small group, but she would be more wary of herself and not remain long.
I would love to get her involved in a RP for treasure hunting that would involve double-crossing and triple crossing.
Also, I would aim to get her better aquainted with some other WoW Soqs or with some of the Halloween edited ones since many of them have snake or tongue edits.
I also think, that her fight with Zahraa' will have a very lasting effect on her. She hates that she was made weak by her, and that she will bear the scars forever. She wants revenge, or simply to prove that she was the more worthy.
My other idea is this. Forgive me if it's long. I have Karloff, in my siggy, that I do this with. It's a RP timeline. I have several RP's going on at once with him that I put in order of when they happened because of key character changing RP's.
Example: First having a friend, Meeting someone like his mother that makes him question his future, the event--meeting a skinwalker and knowing it's not for him, then redemption, then revenge, then the search for answers, and finally love.
Now for this girly, I'd do things a bit differently.
1. There would be a few self-RP's. She'd be alone and she'd hate anyone to come in contact with until she is completely well.
2. She is making her way back into interactions, more aware of others and wary than ever. Not afraid, never afraid...just wary enough to know the envy and hate of others.
3. She would join a small group for treasure hunting. They would have all kinds of crossings, and double-crossings, etc. But in the end, her steady head would get her and a select few through the journey.
4. She starts her own herd with some other misfits. None too much alike in demeanor or looks if it's possible. She would be superior to them from her experiences or at least feel superior to them.Her previous experience would give her great guidance to be a superb leader.
5. Eventually, if agreed upon, a rematch would be lovely.
Prompt Response
Day 1
Blood dripped freely down the scaled hide of Semuan-Ya. The great gashes in her wings had forced her to walk, to stumble along...
Her body had lost so much blood, she felt cold and weak. Her mouth was dry, and the blood that oozed out felt like it was taking all the warmth from her. Her hearing seemed heightened but her sight dull with pain. She could hear the gobs of blood as they hit the dusty ground below her.
Plop....
...plop..
But she walked, she could not pass out here in the open. If she was to die, she'd do it alone with no shameful eyes watching. "Sssssisssssterrssssss ssssshall paysss..." Her voice was barely audible as she moved in a fevered delirium. Visions swam before her eyes, blood drenched ground...broken wings, bloody hooves...Like some nightmare that she couldn't stop.
Her heavy feet stumbled on, making herself walk through the visions that plagued her dull eyes. How many miles had she walked, how many hours? It felt like centuries...aeons....
Then she felt coolness blow over her body, chilling her to the bone and some sense of sight returned briefly. She was in a cave, by a cool stream. Falling to the ground, she drank deeply trying to assuage the burning thirst that cried out in agonizing pain. The water seemed to whisper secrets to her, life-less words...visions she couldn't understand.
With all her strength, she struggled into the stream and let the water flow over her. She was shaking---freezing, the fever burning hotter and hotter it felt. Then with her last strength she pulled herself to the bank and rolled in the mud to cake her wounds shut. She had to stop the blood. She had to live. Or to die alone.....Her eyes rolled back to her head and she passed out.
Day 3
Faces had hovered over her in the night. Delirium had come and gone. She had seen lights and devils, mocking faces, sharp searing pains...she could feel the life flowing out of her....The mocking faces...Her body stripped of wings her sisters mocking her defiled body. She had screamed it again and again into the dark, listening cave, "Ssssssisssssttterssssss ssssshhhhall paaayyssssss."
Day 4
The fever had broke, but she was weak. The only thing that had sustained her was the water she could barely lift her head to dip her muzzle in. It had taken hours of strength to reach for one sip without drowning herself.
But today, today was different. Her muscles were heavy and weak. But she could, she would feed now. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark, and the rats who had disregarded her lifelessness--who had tried to ravage her still body would be her meal. She remained still, watching them approach her until suddenly her mighty jaws would snap and she could feel the warm gush in her mouth. Food...it was good to eat again.
Day 5
Some strength had returned, she could stand now. Wading into the stream, she washed the mud away no longer fearing the open bleeding or the sweeping fevers. She was ready to move to another place after this. As the water washed away the caked mud, she could see the livid scars left behind. She could not fly yet, but she would live....She would live....
"Sssshe thinksssss ssssheee's safe," a malicious smile tore at the corners of her mouth. "Theyssss ssshallsss paysss!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:06 pm
The entries were difficult to choose between, and even though I only have Semmy to offer co-ownership of, I'm going to give a small gift of 15000g to the entrants who didn't win.
Congrats to Nyx Queen of Darkness
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:14 pm
Congrats, Nyx! biggrin
And thank you, Dawn, for the contest and the gift. <3
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:33 pm
Congrats, Nyx.
Thanks for the gift!
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:45 pm
OMG! Thanks so much. And congrats guys ^_^
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