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It had been a dryer winter, an unusually warm spring, an even warmer and dryer summer, and as autumn approached, the lands of the Kawani were unusually parched. The usual lush plains had become brittle and stiff, with a landscape more dusty, brown, and covered with dead flora. The rivers had shrunk, and in some cases dried completely, from their banks; lakes had diminished, pulling back from their shores as the sun beat down on the Kawani.

Everyday, the tribes of the land made offerings, prayers, and dances in hopes that the sky would open up, that the rains would come. Blessings were given, hope and optimism was spread to start. .. but still, the rains did not come. Every cloud was looked upon in hope -- would this be the one to transform into a great storm cloud, and be the one to bring the refreshing waters? But it was no good, and a great worry came over the land.

Even the animals, the soquili themselves, grew wary over this arid environment. Tumbleweed rolled along the barren plains, stacking up and tangling itself in period, spotty masses; dust tickled the noses of many animals, and the dratted sunshine and heat beat down on the backs and shoulders of them all. Herds had to move in hopes of finding lusher lands, and most importantly, better watering holes; every day, as the rains continued to stay away, tempers flared and worries grew. Surely, surely, the rains would come once more? Surely, the spirits would bless them?

Ah, but it was on one fateful late summer evening that the Kawani changed. Clouds had rolled in, small rumbles of thunder heard. The people had hoped that this would be the relief they had sought, but it was not to be so. For the air in the land was dry and hot, and if it rained at all, the meager storm's water didn't make it to the ground. Instead, great lyra hung from the clouds, as if mocking the desperate lands with its great curtain; no, if any water was felt, it was but a few sprinkles, spittle on a land in dire need of a good soaking. Ah, but what the spirits gave them was a few rumbles of thunder, and sharp spears of lightning. Unfortunately, one particular vein of light struck the dry grasses, and a fire was left in the storms wake. It started quickly in the plains directly in the Kawani Village, and the dry lands and gusty winds from the storm only fueled its rampage.

Quickly, with a ferocity that is unique among fire in all its passion, the flames fanned out and spread. The plains were burned, and with every gust, the fire grew, splurging on the fuel it found before it. A cry went out to neighboring villages for aid, while men, and women rushed to try to put out the wild flames. Animals in the village were released from their tethers, stalls and coops, though some of the resident stayed to offer what aid they could. Man and animal worked together, trying to keep the flames from the village. . . but it was not to be.

How many valiant lives were lost? How many found courage among the smoke and the heat and still stood their ground? Long into the night and for the next three days the fires burned and raged. Many villages were lost to the great plains fire before the winds died, the fires began to starve themselves of fuel, and the heavens did open up. Grey clouds descended over the plains, and a great, healing deluge helped finish off the last of the fires. Even amid the flooding of the great rains, the tribes of the Kawani came together to see what was left of their village and land.

The losses were great. Some within the Kawani simply vanished, if not by fire than by permanent retreat; others succumbed to smoke inhalation, mudslides, and local flash floods. Their entire way of life was completely upset. . . Animal and man alike suffered. . . .

But there was yet hope.

Princess Soquili herself lost her father and brother, and many others within the tribe. Entire sweeps of once lush land was ravished, cut down by a sudden wildfire, all but a small portion of shelter and green surviving the effected areas. Families were broken apart, in some cases entire lines were lost. Even their beloved animals and soquili companions had been lost among the chaos of those days; some had run free, retreated and abandoned their posts for their own safety, while others had valiantly fought to save and salvage what they could, even at the cost of their own lives. Ah, there were dark days upon the tribes and lands caught within the great fire. . . .

But the grief could not last long. While bodies and remains were buried and returned to the earth, while tears flowed freely, chants and music sung in their honor, the once Princess Soquili, now having to wear the mantel of village Chieftess, having banded the people together to safe the Kawani village and as many people as they could, leading them to safety, knew that rebuilding was the only thing they could do. They would not abandon their lands, despite the pain and grief wrought so unexpectedly. They would come together, they would remember those who lost their lives in the great fire, but they would grow stronger with the spirits of their ancestors and lost family. They would pick up the pieces, they would rebuild, and they would persevere stronger than before. No fire, no flood, no grief would break their spirit.

....The dawn of the Soquili Era would well and truly begin.

The Game

This RP Contest is based on the above metaplot concerning the conditions of the Kawani tribe and the fire-stricken lands! There are three soquili to be given away based on this very drought and fire! Interested? Please see below for details!

The Prompts

If you're interested in trying out for the Tribal Mare and/or Tribal Stallion, please use the following prompt with the appropriate header!


For the Mare


For the Stallion


The Prompt


If you're interested in applying for the Ringlet Mare please use the following prompt!

Your Name: AstoriaFallen
The Tribal Soquili's Name: Nimkii (thunderbird)
Their Temper Dauntless
Brief Personality: She’s Fearless, undaunted, and brave. Courageously resolute, especially in the face of danger or difficulty; not discouraged.
How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?:
It was a frigid morning when the smell of smoke and the sound of crackling cut through the air as a campfire’s burning embers sparked a wild fire that would change the life of one small filly. She was asleep between her parents when the fire surrounded them and through their sacrifice she survived. She was found by a little girl and her parents as they walked through the aftermath of the fire that had ravaged the land. They brought her back to their tribe, which had been affected by the fire as well with the season having been so dry that season. At first they had thought she was blind because of how pale her eyes were but as the filly healed they realized her vision was unaffected and her eyes were just naturally that color. The little girl named the filly Nimkii and that began her permanent stay with the Kwani tribe.
How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward?
Even though the fire had happened when Nimkii was very young she had to learn to get over her fear of the smell of smoke and the sound it made. With the patience of her human companion and her will to persevere she finally got over her fear. However, it didn’t prepare her for the fire that ravaged the lands with the dry season.
The day had been going great and she had been at one of the nearby watering holes that had all but dried up, while her human companion was back at the teepee when she smelled it. Smoke was a usual smell for her, but this smoke smelled different. It was a smell that she hadn’t scented since she was very little. Her head lifted and gaze turned towards home and she saw the flames cutting across the lands. Even with what little rain they had gotten, nothing was going to stop the fire. She stood, frozen in fear, unable to move as she had a flashback to those few years ago. She had felt so much pain in the fact she had been unable to do anything. Those memories held her frozen in place and she was brought back to reality as she heard the shouts and realized her companion’s voice was among those cries. She wasn’t a helpless filly anymore-she could do something.
She shook her head and forced herself forward towards her companion. She realized, in horror, that the teepee she had called home was on fire and the screams of her human were coming from inside. The entrance was blocked by flames but Nimkii didn’t care, she wasn’t going to let her die. She couldn’t let her die. She whinnied and pranced back and forth outside the teepee and she spotted one of the blankets and grabbed it, tossing it over her face and neck as she pushed her body through the burning frame and into the teepee. Removing the blanket she looked around and the teenager was curled up towards the back of the teepee, frightened and wide eyed. The mare nickered and tried to reassure the girl that everything was going to be alright. She urged the girl onto her back tossed the blanket over her and the girl seemed to get the drift. She hugged onto Nimkiis neck and covered what she could on both their bodies so they could pass through the opening again.
The mare braced herself and forced herself through the flames once more feeling the flames kissing her legs and neck and singeing her hair. She moved away from the burning tents and found her mother. The frantic adult pulled the young girl off her back and checked her to ensure she was alright. Once she was assured the girl would be alright she nudged her gently with her muzzle and returned to help try and put out some of the fires.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that?
The fire had brought up old memories for her but she wasn’t going to let that keep her spirits down now that the danger had passed and everyone wanted to help rebuild. As distraught as her human companions are she is doing her best to keep them in a good mood. She is willing to do what she can to help make the rebuilding process an easier one.

Your Name: kaliskanny
The Tribal Soquili's Name: Deseronto Cocheta
Their Temper sagacious
Brief Personality: Deseronto Cocheta has always been resourceful and creative when solving problems. Her two-legger companion was a medicine man in training, and as such she was learning Medicine Magic from the other Soquili who were alos bonded to the sage-like two-leggers. She paid close attention to her lessons and considered herself intelligent...maybe even wise. Though she is friendly, she sometimes comes off as condescending toward younger Soquili. She also gets irritated quickly with those she doesn't think are as smart as she is. Deseronto Cocheta finds herself a better leader then a follower and hopes to rise among the others who follow and practice the Medicine Magic.
How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Deseronot Cocheta was born in the stables of the Kawni Tribe, she and two brothers. While her brothers followed her parents as warriors, Deseronto was honored by being gifted to a young man who'd just finished his manhood trials and would be joining the two-leggers that practiced Medicine Magic.
How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Deseronto was with her lessons when she smelled smoke, shouting coming from all around the village. She ran to find her two-legger, alarmed by the fire and the screaming. What had happened? Was this fire the answer the gods delivered to their dances, their pleas for rain? Had they angered the gods? She was afraid, but she fought the urge to flee. She had to find her bond and her family. The mare spotted her two-legger battling the flames along side his tribesmen, she nudged him and tugged at him to flee. When her bond would not, she had no choice but to help him when he asked her to retrieve water to help fight the flames. She grabbed a bucket and ran for the lake. It was futile, she knew, but there wasn't much else she could do. As she made her way to the lake, dodging past two-leggers and soquili alike, she saw her parents and brothers helping fight the fires as well. Before she could make her way toward them, she lost sight of them amongst the smoke and ash. She continued with her charge of getting water, fighting with others doing the same at the bank of the lake. When she raced back to her two-legger the building he'd been trying to save had collapsed and he was no where to be seen. Deseronto Cocheta felt stricken, she'd failed her bond...and now he was gone. Her fear, anger, and sadness consumed her mind. Her hooves found themselves racing away, away from the flames, into the night. She could never face her tribe, her family...her bond was gone because of her.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Deseronto Cocheta has heard rumors that the tribe is rebuilding their home, but her guilt keeps her from returning. She is still quite stricken over seeing the ash and smoke consume her family, and the fallen building where her two-legger had stood. Perhaps over time, she will work up the courage to seek out the truth of the night, if her family and her bond are truly gone...but she has to forgiver her craven actions first.

Note from Sabin: Been giving it a lot of thought, and while I LOVE the prompt and the tie-in idea for existing soquili interacting with the metaplot, and my muse totally shook me with an idea for it (and I'm totally posting it in the RP forum as cannon for Beltane) , I'd like to withdraw my entry. There are contests ending after this one I'd really like a shot at that my muse is also awake for. Thanks for the opportunity and good luck to all the entrants! <3

I'm Heeding the Call!

Your Name: Sabin Duvert
Your Soquili's Name & Cert: Beltane


Is This an NPC? No
How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?:



Fire.
When Beltane's basket first underwent the change, shifting its colors from dull wicker to reveal to the seers an inkling of the life inside, the gem flashed with fire. Fire, the shamans had said, fire was in this foal's soul.

And when the foal burst forward from his basket, he was alive with the spirit of fire. Fire that shone in the young cerynei's eyes. His parents gave him the name "Beltane", for the season he was born, and the fires associated with the festival. He embraced Fire as his personal totem, following its life and energy.

But life did not stay simple in the great Cerynei herd. Fire came up to meet them, and take from them their home. Beltane was hurt, personally affronted and confused why the force he embraced as his totem would turn on them. Why it would drive them away from the secluded forests that had been theirs for generations. Their numbers had already been dwindling over the years, and they feared the fires would be the nail in their coffin if they didn't flee.

Beltane.... couldn't. Fire had been his ally, his friend since he was a foal, and as a young stallion, he could not let it drive him away from his home without understanding why. What they had done to affront the spirit of Fire. Besides... he could hardly look the members of his herd in the eye; the very force that he respected and virtually worshiped as his Totem had become a force of destruction in the eyes of his people.

He traveled for many moons. Sometimes only a few miles in a day as he had to pick through charred lands or double-back when raging fires made him find a different route.

The road was not always harsh, however. An angel of the skies visited him one day and renewed his spirit.

But none could prepare him for the end of his road. He had expected some great revelation. Something his people had done to anger fire. But the answer he had spent months of his life, refused to join the emigration of his people, left his family... was nothing more then, from what he could piece together... two-legs. Traveling through the reaches at the edge of their territory. A combination of little rain and not handling the force of fire with the respect and berth it deserved. He found charred paths from circles outside torn-down trees, spreading to the woods themselves. Thirsty trees...

He was familiar with the force to understand the signs... and it saddened him. He felt... empty. Unfulfilled in finding this "answer"... and alone.

Slowly, Beltane made his way back... following old trails that he hoped his people had used, finding his way into the new world.

HE started to see new wonders - soquili the likes he had never seen before - most much stockier than he, some with all kinds of shapes of horns, and he even saw ones that bore familiar traits - the deer-like builds and tails... and he began to start to smile again.

But then... then the rain stopped falling. For months on ends. The grasses turned brown and the people grew thirsty, and Beltane began to worry. He remembered this time. He remembered the time of little water among his people... and he feared... feared that he had not solved a true mystery that Fire needed solved. He had not appeased his Totem and its wrath had followed him even to these green lands.

He tried to warn the people here... the other soquili, but what could be done, really? The land was parched everywhere anyone knew. And many didn't see the signs....



When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh?




Unfortunately, Beltane was right. It was a perfect storm, and he watched history repeat itself. This time, it wasn't careless two-legs, but the heavens themselves. Lightning struck, and where it touched fire sprung to life, eating through the plains as the dry grasses fed Fire's hunger.

Beltane was devastated. He had refused to abandon his totem - it had been Named as his totem since birth. But it wreaked its anger on the lands, it destroyed lives, communities, separated families who were torn apart and lost in the leaping flames.

Surely, he must be cursed. His presence must have brought the flames. At least it seemed that way to the cerynei buck.

He did what he could, helping foals to escape the blazes. He refused to sit idly and watch Fire take more lives if there was anything he could do. He traveled with the fire - knowing its ways - how to judge where it would move as the winds changed or it ran across fields or trees or water. And, Beltane began to start to realize... he did have a place, something his knowledge and his totem could do to help.


Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices?


Eventually, Fire slept once more. The land was blackened with ash; the lives of many people and soquili alike were claimed...

But as Beltane began to pick his way through where the fires had eaten through a forest one day, singing chants and prayers for the spirits of the fallen, he saw a spring of green pushing up through the ash.

New life.

Rebirth.

And the more he traveled those days, the more rejuvenation he found - trees growing where the old, ancient trees had kept new life from taking root. Flowers and brush. Butterflies... and soon, fawns and foxes and new life all taking seed in the wake of the destruction of the fire.

And like a bolt of lightning, epiphany hit the cerynei.

Fire was a harsh mistress, but with the destruction she brought change... hope... and new life. His people had been losing numbers in their old herdlands. Too few foals with each new year, and even fewer that were not sisters or cousins or otherwise related. The fire had driven them from their own home, but the land they found was not the terrifying stories that they used to tell the foals to keep them home. Certainly, there were monsters, but there were just as many warm faces and kind soquili. Since he had followed, much later, the hoofsteps of his fellows he had seen other cerynei he had never seen before. Soquili that were crosbreed with his kind. They had blossomed and flourished after the fire in this new land - perhaps thanks to fire for making them finally overcome the old traditions and move on.

It was frighting - fire was frightening, leaving their homeland was frighting. And certainly, there were costs. But it was, in the end, for the good.

He looked out over the new growth in he Kawani lands with a smile. He had made it, many people and soquili had made it - and it would make them stronger and healthier for it in the long run.

Beltane continued on his walk, his antlered head held high with confidence. Fire was his totem. And he felt like, for the first time, he truly understood what that meant.

Your Name: Yushika
The Tribal Soquili's Name: Kalispel
Their Temper Family-Orientated
Brief Personality: Kalispel is a mare who wants to rebuild the family she lost. She always loved the village she once lived within, and always loved her blood-family. Having been happiest amongst her family, it broke her heart when the fire spread and she had to escape into the wilderness. So, Kalispel has been exploring the land trying to find a new location to begin rebuilding the family she lost, and trying to find a mate to stand by her.

Being blind due to the fire, the mare has adapted well to her disability and it barely hinders her. Able to move fluidly, Kalispel doesn't let being blind stop her from living her life. However, she does get extremely offended if someone judges her based on her disability, and will quickly let lose a few snip words before turning her back on whoever made the mistake in doing so.

Kalispel is usually a sweet mare who enjoys communicating with others. Still rather young, she has a lively spirit and is always curious. She also has a feisty side to her, one to always stand up for her beliefs and not let ANYONE try and take that away from her. While she comes off sweet and a family woman, she has a quick tongue that will cut you down if you try and tame her.
How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Her great-great-great grandmother was invited into the tribe, and the family stayed there. Having been born into the tribe, it devastated her when she had to escape the flames and couldn't find her way back.
How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward?

"Kali-La." Her father soothing voice caused the sleeping mare to gently stir from her sleep, bright blue eyes blearily opening to view the older stallion with a small smile. The large male viewed her with his own, off smile, his eyes seeing straight through his daughter. "Your daughter ran off again. It probably would be best if you went to get her, dear Kali-La." He mused before, with a flick of long tail that Kalispel had inherited, he headed off to his human.

Kali-La. The sound of her mothers name on her fathers tongue had long lost its sharp edge. As a child, Kalispel had hated how her unstable father sometimes called her by her mothers name. She had once despised the fact her father had broken the day her mother died. However, now, it was familiar and sent a smile to her face. Sometimes, she was Kalispel. Other times, she was Kali-La, the mare who had died when she ran off to find her sons basket, which had been stolen within the dead of night. Kali-La had perished from dehydration, her body found within the fields many miles away. Her fathers sanity had died that day, as well. And now, Kalispel, who looked the most like her mother was often called the name that should no longer be uttered.

Her father, Dunne-Za, must have been speaking of Kalispel's older sister, Odawa. She was always running off, trying to explore as far as possible before the risk of dehydration became dangerous. Odawa hated the village they had been born in, viewing the spell of dryness as a sign that soon the land would turn on them. Superstition, something Kalispel didn't partake in. Misfortune happened no matter where you went, Kalispel was certain that one day the rain would fall and things would return to the days her great-grandmother spoke of. The days of greenery and flowers. She was sure that'd come again, and soon. It had to. The village had stayed loyal to their beliefs, soon they'd all be praised.

Odawa couldn't be far. She had been around last night, which meant she could be caught soon if Kalispel got up now. And so, she did. Lifting her petite body, the mare stretched her limbs until she heard a faint crack and tossed her hair over her shoulder, proudly brushing her horn over the dirt to mark yet another day she had been alive.

It took her only a few seconds to bump into the tan and black stallion with a red hand marking on his shoulder. Her eyes rolled as they made eye contact and, before she could protest, he galloped right up to her side.

"Hey sweet-stuff. Want to warm me up tonight? Only you could warm up my lonely heart~" He called, bounding by her side as she quickened her pace. Oh, that male. The one who insisted they should merge their family-lines before some other female would snatch him up. Yes, half the mares her age were head over heels for him, but not Kalispel. She liked a strong man who could not only support her but charm her with his sweet words. Not try and lure her to his bedding with a sly tongue. No. Kalispel was looking for a lifemate, not some boy to fool around with.

"Funny. I heard you say that to Odawa yesterday. Speaking of, have you seen her?" Kalispel hummed back, rolling her shoulders as she distanced herself from the humans homes. The stallion rolled his eyes, letting out a good natured huff at her rejection before shaking his head.

"Odawa? Yeah. She went north. I wouldn't go out too far, though. It looks like it's about to rain. Finally. Hey. Lemme help you out. I got nothin' else to do, anyway." Reluctant to accept his help, Kalispel sighed as she accepted his offer with a nod. The more eyes she had the better. However, she did beam when he mentioned rain, her heart pounding once her eyes flicked up. The clouds were grey and heavy, and her great-grandmother had told her this was the sign of impending rain. Finally, their land would turn into that green color she had never seen on the land before. Finally, she'd know what rain wa-

And then the lightening struck.

Her eyes widened in terror at the strange sight. A flash of white that was as foreign to her as the idea of green grass flicked for only a half second amongst the land. Without realizing it, she pressed herself into the stallion, flinching into herself at the loud sound that followed. What was that? Why were flames licking up against the dry, tan grass? Why was fear hammering into her heart as she watched the flames grow?

What had just happened?

"Kalispel, run!" The stallion yelled, tugging on her mane roughly. Run? Run where? Away? The flames were quickly growing, spilling into her home. The screams of both species living within her home mixed together as terror raged. Run from her people? Her family? No! No she couldn't! The fire was growing, as was her fear, but she couldn't abandon the family she had grown to love. The humans she had become to trust. The home she had never left. She couldn't leave.

Her head jerked to view the stallion, head shaking rapidly and tossing her mane around. "How.... how could you say run?! Our family needs us!" She cried, making a move to dart to her home. The stallion stared at her with wide eyes before, with a frightened toss of his head, he backed away. His eyes screamed the terror she felt within her heart. No. Don't go. No. Stop.

He turned and ran, leaving her alone in the field.

How could he abandon his home? She was struck with horror as he ran into the world she had never explored, caught from her stiffness when she heard the familiar screams of one of her own blood-line. No! Her legs darted towards her burning home, barely skidding past the escaping humans and horses. Some were staying, trying to save those caught in the flames and her home. None of her family could be found, and yet she heard the yelps of her father deep within the flames. Fear made her want to run, but no. She couldn't leave her father. Her great-grandmother. So many had been lost recently to the drought... she couldn't lose anymore!

The flames burned her as she pushed herself through the flames, eyes flicking to find her family. Her eyes laid upon the wagon of animal furs, which had overturn and trapped.... no. Her great-grandmother. She rushed forward, head jabbing into her neck in an attempt to rouse her. No pulse. No breath. She was gone. For good. Forever. Never again would she tell Kalispel the stories of her mother and the green grass. Not ever again.... She'd never hea-

"Kali-La." The familiar voice of her father stirred her from her increasing depression, head snapping to find the fallen body of Dunne-Za, who had vicious burn marks across his body. He was trapped as well, yet he was alive. Kalispel could save him. She ran to his side, heart pounding as she frantically attempted to shove off the collapsed wagon. His head shoved against her neck, pushing her further away.

"Kali-La. I saved them. I saved some of the humans you loved so. I did it... for you." His body let out a raspy cough, the smoke getting deep into his lungs. Kalispel could feel her own body racking with choking coughs, and yet she fought back. She needed to stay. For him. For the man who mistook his daughter for his deceased lifemate. For the man who had always treated her family as if it was precious. The man who had loved someone so dearly that he lost himself the day he lost her.

"Stop talking. I'll save you. I'll get you out. Just rest. Save your breath. It'll be ok-"
"My legs are crushed. Even if you got this off how will it help either of us? Kali-La. Run. Run to Odawa. Be safe. Pl-....."

Kalispel froze as his sentence cut off, his head dropping and eyes going dim. Dead. Just like her mother. Just like her great-grandmother. Just like everyone else in the family. He had died, fallen to a death that hadn't been kind. She couldn't save him. Not anymore. If only she had come earlier. If only she hadn't stared at the running stallion. If only she hadn't just stood there.

The flames kicked around her, causing teepees to fall. Her legs darted under her, kicking her away from her fallen family and away from the flames. However, she wasn't fast enough. As she leapt over a wagon a teepee collapsed, causing a wave of sparks and flames to lash towards her face. A hot pain flashed through her eyes, closing them in agony as she stumbled and burst through the flames, running anywhere. She couldn't open her eyes. They felt as if set ablaze, a white hot pain surging through her body as she ran. And she kept running. Running from the screaming. Running from the death. Running from the only home she had ever known. Her legs took her far into a world she had only heard stories of, and her eyes stayed shut.

Fear was overwhelming.
Pain was overbearing.
Sorrow was overriding.

She couldn't think as she ran and eventually collapsed. How long had she been running? Hours? Days? Her eyes had become a dull pain, however they screeched in torturing fury when she tried to open them. She was now alone, broken, and afraid in a land she both didn't know and couldn't see. Surely, she'd soon die and meet her family in the other world. Death was coming. She could feel it.

As she fell asleep she heard the voices of the lost in the wind. She didn't want to die. If she survived this by some miracle she'd return, somehow. Or, she'd bring back the lost family-line. Odawa had to be around somewhere, and if not... if she too had been lost... it'd be solely upon her to return her family to its glory.

And one day, somehow, her family would return to her old home.

Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices? Honestly? Kalispel doesn't know it's coming back. She ran so far away, and during that time she was newly blind. She wandered for a long, long, long time before an older stallion and mare lifemated pair found her, and the blind stallion taught her how to maneuver. By the time she mastered her disability, Kalispel was so so far from home, and she believed it was gone. Forever. Having never left the land when younger, she has no idea where it is, and how to get back to it. If she were to find out, best believe she'd return home to help. She wants her home back, but I'm pretty sure she'd never get back to it, or if she did she'd need her great-great grandchildren to discover it and take her there.

Won Freebie

Tribal Mares Are The Most Epic

Your Name: Moon_Princess_Yuki
The Tribal Soquili's Name: Owa ozuye (Means wound warrior)
Their Temper Healer
Brief Personality: Owa is strong nd brave and kind. She would put her life at risk to save others. She spends her life healing and helping others and she feels fulfilled doing it. When she sees pain ease from a persons face she knows that she has found the reason she was placed on this earth. But even though her greatest joy is healing when she must she will use hoof and horn to protect her loved ones from danger. She sadly knows this from experience.
How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Owa was born to a small herd of uni who traveled the kawani land healing and helping all those who were faced with ailment. She was taught how best to use her powers to heal and protect and when her natural abilities could not help what plants could do the job instead and how to prepare the plants. She lived with this herd for a very long time even finding love and having children. And she was happy.

When her children were still young a small pack or skinwalkers came upon their healing herd. They were merciless. Killing young and old. Chasing the stronger ones around till they were tired before pouncing. Owa did her best to protect her children, her mate no where to be seen. She fought and kicked and bit and even used her horn to stab and kill to protect. But she was out numbered and out skilled and eventually her whole herd was dead even her children. She was only spared because she fell unconscious and they believed her dead. Hours after all of the chaos was over she awoke to surrounded by dead and half eaten bodies. Her children were gone, probably dead and eaten as well, she saw them die so she new they didn't somehow survive. And she was alone. So she picked her self up cuts and bruises and all. She could feel the life leave her but she wouldn't die surrounded by all of this tragedy. She wanted to die surrounded by life. She she walked away from her dead herd. Not really sure were she wanted to be, just that she couldn't stay. Bleary and half dead she did not realize she had entered the kawani tribe lands. She collapsed far away from the carnage and closed her eyes to death.

Days later she awakens a roof above her head and her wounds patched and mended like only a two legger could, with bandages made of leaf and sinew. She looked around her self and found plants she new were healing, saw which could cause pain or death, and many other things of healing. She knew she was in a healers hut. And soon the owner of the hut entered. It smiled and made noises at her that sounded happy but Owa did not know the tongue of these people. But it was obvious this woman had saved her and she was grateful. She bowed her head knowing that this woman would not understand her words. And the healer who Owa would come to understand as Schilda Ina, smiled gently placing her hand on Owa's nose.

Ina came to treat Owa as a second hand and Owa helped her with her duty as village healer. Owa was loved by the village, she played with the children and helped the old people with daily pains. She would go to the forest to pick plants for Ina's poultices. While she healed the village the village healed her. She soon became known and called Owa Ozuye, or wound fighter for her healing abilities and the wounds she carried from her tragic past. Owa gladly took this new name and forgot her old life not wanting the burden to keep her from healing those in front of her.

How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward?
Owa had lived in this new village for years, she's made friends with some of the other soquili who inhabit the tribe. She has grown very close to the medicine woman Ina feeling a sort of sister hood bond between them. She helps take care of the children when the parents are occupied and she finally feels like she has a home after her last tragedy.

And when the fire started. When she saw the first lick of a flame. Herd the first horrified scream. Her heart stopped. She couldn't understand how it could happen again. The feelings of helplessness washed over her and she was once again surrounded by dead mangled bodies. Once again she was powerless to help. And she would have just stood there and let the flames consume her if Ina had not called out to her. She turned and looked at the medicine woman surrounded by panicked screaming stampeding past her. And Owa knew what she must do, she had to help. She was not completely helpless here. she is not surrounded by skinwalkers that are so much stronger then she. She can help.

Owa lifts her head and leaps over running people to get to Ina. She circled her once then offered her horn for Ina to grab and be taken to safety. But Ina shook her head and pointed to people hurt by falling buildings, or hurt by stampeding feet or hooves. And She understood what she had to do. So she nuzzled Ina and held back tears. She could tell she would never see this old woman again, it broke her heart but she could worry about her own feelings later. She dashed of towards the fire and freed and healed as many as she could putting some on her back to carry them to safety latter. And when she felt she did all she could she ran and ran as fast as she could 4 humans clinging to her back as she brought them to safety.

When she found a small group of survivors she stopped and let them help the others off her back and do more for them. She watched the flames eat her now old home. Turning it to ashes as the screams of the dyeing faded with each breath. And she cried. She cried for all of the pain the flames caused. She cried for lost friends. She cried for her children she could never protect. She cried for both of her lost homes and she cried for how helpless she always feels. Her ash covered face streaked with her tears.

Her throat felt sore and she realized as she cried she screamed and yelled and thrashed because it was all so unfair. How could life give you perfecting twice and take it each time. How could she fail to save either of her homes. How could she be in this situation twice? Staring at the horrid remains of her old home. And as she raged against the world she felt a small hand on her leg and she stopped. She looked down and saw a little girl. Burt hair and clothes, covered in ash but for the streaks below her eyes were she was crying. And she stared at Owa and Owa stared back. And she stopped crying and she lowered her self and nuzzled the girl. And the girl wrapped her arms around her and began to cry again.

As Owa looked as this scared hurt little girl she understood her place now. She knew why she was here. It is to be strong for those who are weak. To heal those who could not heal them selves. She was here for the same reason she had always been her. She just now remembered what it was.


Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that?

Owa did her best in the weeks and months after the fire to help rebuild. She brought medicine to people who needed it. She assisted the new medicine person with what ever she could, even though they were not Ina. She did her best to carry the survivors with the help of other soquili back to the new village. She did her best to comfort the children with out parents. And she new that even though she couldn't save everyone her place was to help in the after math. She was Owa Ozuye and she was proud of her place.

Your Name: Kara Asumie
Your Soquili's Name & Cert: Tsuki Sachi

Is This an NPC? No
How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?:

Wondering if there is something one can do to help with a drought. Tsuki thinks on how he can bring relief to those that are in need of it. After all a drought has to be a horrible thing to go through. Feeling sadness about what is happening he sets out to help only to be stopped by family once they heard of a fire that has blanketed the Kawani Plains. Tears streaming down his face at what is effecting those in the Kawani Plains and how his family is stopping him from helping while a fire is blanketing the lands fearing that Tsuki would be hurt or killed. Promising that once the fires have been put out then he would be allowed to help those in need. His family would also lend a hand to those that need it in the Plains. This is because though they want to help they are mostly flutters and know that after a fire then reseeding would be needed for the plains to be reborn like the legend of the Phoenix.

When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh?

Tsuki has heard of the news about the Kawani Plains. As his family doesn't live there. It didn't effect him fully though it brought tears to his eyes. Sadness over came him as he couldn't just sit by and not do something to be of help to those that were effected by the fires and flood. He started to collect seeds from all types of plants and flowers to help reseed the lands that were burnt. After all he wishes to be of help in the time of need of others. Thinking that gathering seeds of the more important plants that can grow well for how the plains are now and that bare fruit. Will be the ones that are going to be of the utmost importance to life. Seeing that fruit is food and will be needed by the Kawani people while the grass seeds can grow to be food for the animals as well as the Soquili that are still in the area. Tsuki has been taught that even if a problem like a fire or flood doesn't happen to friends or family doesn't mean one shouldn't do all that one can to help. Being a flutter is helpful in times like these when areas need to be reseeded. Knowing a lot about plants and how each one grows is something one would need to know when helping to reseed an area in need of it. So as he gathers the seeds and heads over to be of help. He keeps in mind that he will not be the one in charge and that he should listen to the one that is so that the help he is giving is not a bother in any way.

Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices?

Tsuki is happy that the Kawani Plains is coming back together to rebuild the land and village. He wishing to aid them and that is why he has gathered seeds to help them replant all of the plants that were lost in the drought along with the fire and flooding. Reseeding will in a way rebirth the land as the Legend of the Phoenix. After all if you move the ashes from the ground you will see that new life will start to bloom and grow in the ground that has soaked up the ash and water. Gaining rich nutrients that is necessary for basic plant nutrition which is also to include nitrogen. The ash might help bring back sufficient minerals to the soil which are the trace elements for plant nutrition. These include boron, chlorine, cobalt, copper, iron, manganese, magnesium, molybdenum, sulfur, and zinc back into said soil. So after the fire and flood the soil of the land should be Fertile soil that is needed for the reseeding to be a success. Flutters know this information better then other Soquili seeing it is what they do. Caring for plants from seeds to the die the plant dies.

Traveling to the Kawani Plains with all the seeds needed for the reseeding he offers himself to help with reseeding the land. Taking the seeds to where he will be told to plant them.