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These kids can be rough and tumble like their parents (Scarred Parent)
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 11:32 am
Who is trying for the Papa? Niyaru Delacroix {Erynion} Who is trying for the Mama? Thalea {Idalia} Who is trying for the Son? Nyx Queen of Darkness {Thierry} Who is trying for the Daughter? Angelique DelaMort {Arachnia}
How did the mother and father meet? What's their story on how they wound up with two kids?
The fateful day that Idalia and Erynion met for the first time would forever change Idalia’s life as she knew it. She was a part of a herd that was very traditional, they did not like to have outside influences, for it would bring in change, and the Elders feared change. Idalia was walking in the forest around her herd lands when she stumbled upon a cave and a stallion cloaked in wolf fur who was chained to a column (a stalactite and stalagmite were joined together). The stallion wove a wild tale, saying he was prisoner to a demented soquili who had kidnapped him and made him dress up as a wolf and pretend to be the soquili’s pet dog/wolf. It was quite the story and the mare was having trouble believing him, plus her “Stranger danger” alarms were going off. But she had a kind heart and could not leave the stallion chained up to the column, so she freed him by breaking the chain (took a lot of work, but she was finally able to do it). With the stallion free she was able to return home, but she could not stop thinking about him or the strange soquili with the pet fetish. She began to talk about her experience to those in the herd, before long she was summoned to the Elders. Idalia had just received her third warning, and this transgression of the rules demanded banishment. The Elders striped her of her family name and the talisman of the herd, and sent her away.
She was free and also at a loss. What was she to do? She only knew of one soquili outside of the herd and that was the one who got her banished. Time went by and Idalia became lost in heart and in location. She had no idea how to survive outside of the herd. Just when she reached her darkest hour, he appeared out the shadows, bringing with him a light that filled her heart and soul.
Do they plan on staying together or separating?
They plan on staying together. He is the darkness to her light, there cannot be one without the other.
Do you guys have any possible tentative family dynamic?
Trust issues with a capital T.
They both have things in their pasts that cause them problems, Idalia has trouble trusting people outside of her little family and the father had spent months as a pet for an insane soquili. These issues will show slightly in certain conversations or actions, but it does not affect how the two soquili feel about each other.
Do you guys have any future plots once the kids arrive?
Idalia’s herd Elders have learned of the existence of the two baskets and how one is pink with music notes upon it, signifying strong blood from the mother. They steal the basket, to raise the child as a foal of the herd, not caring for the wild blood that runs in his veins, for they believe that they will be able to control the foal. Mind games will be played and the foal will believe that his parents are dead.
Thierry knew that his parents had died. Knew that his herd had his best interest at heart. Knew. Knew. Knew. Upon overhearing someone in the herd, everything Thierry knows is put to question. His mother had been banished from the herd. What if everything he'd ben told was a lie? What if all the things he knew weren't true?
The family of three go searching for the stolen basket, but do not find it until the basket has already popped and the colt has been living with the herd for a few months. What affect does this have on the foal? On his sibling? On the family as a whole?
Because of the kidnapping of her brother, the filly has become on guard, paranoid that things are coming after her. Due to this feeling she desires to learn how to fight and be able to protect herself, who will be her mentor? Who will get past her barriers and help her to become the warrior that lurks within her heart?
Dreams do not often signify reality. Does the reuniting of the family go according to plan or do more obstacles come in?
Music was an important part of Idalia’s life and even though her herd took away her name, they did not take away her desire to sing. She wants to share this love with her children and gives them music lessons. How do these lessons go? Do her children have her skill or do they sound more like a squawking crow?
Due to his interesting history as a “Pet” Erynion wants to insure that his children know the importance of “Stranger Danger”. How do the foals react to these lessons? Do they become more paranoid or do they think it is all a joke?
Anything else to note?
Arachnia personality blurb: she's more of the analytical, withdrawn type - she tends to think a bit before she acts...unless she's pissed off then it's whatever goes.
Erynion: He is protective, loyal, as if he has a soft side but only few know it..he only lets so few close to him. He will treat Idalia like a queen and spoil/pamper and make sure his lover and children are happy, safe, loved and protected no matter what. He doesn't really like violence but will resort to it and blood shed if its needed to protect those he cares for and treasures the most. When he's not around the loved ones he acts all big, bad, and scary (to a degree staying in the shadows, watching and lurking). With his family he is loving, playful and loves the sun. The stallion only continues to wear the pelt because Idalia told him it made him look handsome.
Idalia: Banished from her herd, she was excited to be free, but also at a loss. Having no idea how to take care of her self as an individual, it became a dark time for herself. She did not have the skills to be alone. So soon her freedom turned into a cage and she was not sure how to escape. That is where the stallion came in. He was her light in the dark. Even though he appears to be dark and unapproachable, Idalia saw something in him that made her heart sing and her to feel alive again.
Thierry: is pliable, easy to manage for the most part except for a small rebellious streak. But as he learns the truth of his parents, he starts to question everything. Why has he always just said yes and done what he was told? Why should he anymore? Thierry will start to grow into these feelings, try to find out who he really is (not just who they wanted him to be).
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Pretty in Pink! Username: Thalea In my own words: My story
One of the beliefs of the Seelie Court was that love conquered all. But what if the one she loved could not be saved from the darkness that was within his heart?
Every few generations, a brother and sister were born, one bearing the taint of dark while the other a blessing of the light. Balance between the Seelie and Unseelie was needed, one could not hold more power than the other or the world would turn to ruin. So as the fates would have it, two foals were born. The parents were sculptors and potters, everything they made had to be perfect, for if it was not it was cast aside as worthless. They had a son and daughter and as in generations past, one bore the taint. The son was grotesque, not perfect at all. He held the darkness outside of him, so he surely must be dark within. His sister was the complete opposite, she was breathtaking. Her beauty outshone her parents and any creation that they had ever made. Without ceremony, the disgusting foal was banished to the darklands.
As time wore on Ashaniel learned more about the history of her people, and began to see the actions of her parents as a terrible crime. She was told that love conquered all, but the actions of the court seem to go against that law. The mare was torn between finding justice for her brother and knowing that the world needed balance. It made her wonder if love really did conquer all.
The Seelie felt that she owed a debt to her brother, and her kind always repaid the debt placed upon them, but she did not know how to fulfill it. With the unpaid debt looming over her head Ashaniel tried to live her life as normally as possible. Her beauty was her life, it seemed to be the only thing she was good at for she could not sculpt or create beauty out of clay. Everything to do with the art of creation she failed. Her works were not perfect and so were cast aside by her parents, she worried that if she did not find a skill she would be cast aside as well.
A few years had passed since the price for balance between the two Daoine Sidhe had been paid and it was time for the Seelie and Unseelie to meet on neutral ground. Emissaries from each faction would go and meet at the Carousel of Day and Night. This had been the tradition for generations and it was time for Ashaniel to meet her brother, her dark other half.
Although she had never met him, she loved him. For how could she not? He was her flesh and blood, she was bound by duty to love him even if he did not love her. Laws and regulation had separated them and now for just a few days, laws and regulations would unite them. Questions and crazy imaginings flew through her mind as she tried to picture the brother she had never met. What would he be like? Would he be the malicious creature her parents thought he was when they cast him aside? Soon she would have the answers to all her questions and fulfill her debt.
The day had come, the day that her life would be forever changed. Everything about the Carousel captivated her, the lights, the soquili, the humans, and the music. Oh the wondrous, amazing, spectacular music! The music vibrated through her entire body, it called out to her soul, beckoning her closer to embrace its seductive allure. Ashaniel had finally found her calling. She was not skilled in clay, but the rightness of the music filled her heart.
So enrapt she was with the music, she did not see the approach of her brother. They stood near each other, yet apart, never once giving the other a passing glance.
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User Name: Thalea Name: Hildegarde --- Means “Battle Stronghold” in Old German. Temper: Tenacious Do you own a pony with visible tri-wings? Do you own a member of the Lucifer line?: Yes to the tri-wing. And yes I own a member of the Lucifer line. [x] Are you an active RPer?: Yes, although recently I have been slow do to the Holidays. Are you willing to continue the Raven Lord tradition?: Yes! ---------------- Personality: Adventurous, determined, reliable, ambitious, honest, and loyal are only a few of the traits that Hilde bears. When she sets her mind to something, nothing can sway her from her path, she will see it through or in the extreme, die trying. She is brutally honest and rarely does she hold her tongue when it comes to telling others what she thinks of them or how they are performing a certain skill. Sometimes this gets her into trouble and she has to find creative ways to get out of it. Hilde has a mind for strategy, she could spend hours talking about it with others of like mind and when she is alone she imagines in great detail the outcome of each choice she makes for the imaginary battle. It is her deepest desire to be like her Mother, a Raven Lord and to be granted the mask. Once she had determined this to be her desire, she put all her energy into achieving that goal.
With others who do not share her abrupt ways of speaking, she is more calm and patient with them. Sometimes her patience runs thin with those who just do not seem to get it through their thick skulls, but she hides her frustration until she is a safe distance away. When someone is hurt, she is the first one there, even if she is not as skilled in healing as others, she tries her best to ease their pain. She has a warrior’s knowledge of the healing skill, one that works but does not heal prettily. Most of those who she treats would get jagged scars from where she had sealed the laceration, for was not a Unicorn and could not completely rid the patient of the wound.
She likes to think that she is funny and sometimes she says witty things that cause others to laugh, while other times when she tries to make a joke she is met with blank stares. Hilde does not let that bother her and continues to try to make people laugh to relieve tension.
To those she cares about and those under her care, she is extremely loyal. She would fly to the moon and back for them if they asked her to. She holds her family above all else and woe to the one who tries to ruin it.
She loves the excitement of life and can easily adapt to any situation. Hilde needs to constantly be doing something and thrives when new situations arise. It makes her feel alive when met with difficult odds in which she needs to overcome. Change does not bother her, in fact she welcomes it, for it keeps her from becoming bored and keeps her skills sharp. Prompt Number: 1 RP Prompt: She did not know where they were. They had been traveling for a moon turn or so, and the territory they passed upon was vastly different than any Hildegarde had experienced before. It was wet. Water had flooded the land it seemed and caused everything to have the smell of rotten wood. Trees hung low, their branches mingled with invasive vines. Birds watched from the tops of the trees and took flight when something splashed in the water. It seemed to the young filly that danger lurked around every sunken tree. Not far away from where she and her mother stood upon dry land, or as dry as land could be in the damp place, she saw a floating log with hungry dark eyes. She knew not what sort of creature it was and she knew it was best not to encounter a being that had such a deep hunger for her flesh. Her mother had called the place a swamp and she had said that many soquili and creatures called this horrid place home. Hilde knew that she could not judge the swamp in that way, and as she thought about it, she could see the appeal. The world was shades of blue, green, and grey. Bright colors appeared to be an oddity in this muted world. And from a warrior’s point of view, swamps could be a hindrance as well as a helpful aid. Many enemies could be lead into areas of the swamp where the earth appeared to swallow them whole in quick sand, but it was a treacherous battlefield that would not care who it took down into its sunken depths.
A frantic chirping drew the filly away from her mother’s side and deeper into the muggy world. A colorful bird, that seemed so out of place within in the swamp, was anxiously hopping away from the jaws of one of the floating log creatures. Why could it not fly? One wing was held tightly to the side while the other one flapped as it tried to gain balance upon its tiny stick-like legs. The winged filly gave a yell, which turned the black eyes upon her. Instead of being fearful of a larger target, it seemed to become excited and a burning look came upon its gaze.
Hildegarde stared at the creature for a long moment, not sure how to proceed. The bird had soon realized that it was no longer going to be lunch and had calmed down its frantic movements. It chirped as it looked from the hungry log to the young filly. Where was Muninn? the filly thought, as she cast a quick look to the sky when a blur shot down and grabbed the injured bird in its talons. “Take it to safety! I want to have a look at its wing!” Muninn did not even bother to respond and was soon out of sight.
The young filly returned her gaze to the log. She knew she should run and flee, but what would her mother say? There was a time to flee and a time to fight. Flee to be able to fight another day. With a look at the log and its gaping jaws, Hilde followed the silent advice and fled from the creature. Soon she was back on the dryish land and Muninn was looking at her expectantly. “Do you know what is wrong with its wing?” she asked her raven friend, he cocked his head to the side and used his wing to signal that she should find out for herself. With a sigh, the filly made her away to the injured animal. The wing against the body was been held there by a piece of string. It appeared that it had become tangled in some sort of decoration soquili or humans used to make their homes pretty. “Muninn, you would be better at getting the poor creature untangled than I would, could you please do it?” the raven nodded and used his sharp beak to break the red string. With a cheerful chirp Hilde took as a thank you, the colorful bird took flight. With a shake of her head, Hilde went in search of her mother. Swamps were an interesting place, but she did not think she would ever make one her home.
Plot Ideas:
Learning of the Raven: Learning about the family and what it means to be a Raven Lord. Does Hilde have what it takes?
Mediocre Healer: She learns the healing arts. Perhaps it will be with some of the healers in Daenerys' khalasar.
Flying Lessons: Flying with two wings could be difficult, how does flying with six of them affect how she learns?
The Raventime Adventures: Her and her raven tend to get into some trouble, what kind of trouble do they find and how do they get out of it?
Partners in Crime: Hilde and other foals of the Khalasar would get into mischief and become friends.
Training to be Dedicated Raven Lord: This will involve her proving herself to her mother and herd and gaining the knowledge that to be what her heart desires. This training will happen from Foalhood until she finally receives the honor, if she does receive it. Does Hilde make it to that point? Does something prevent her from achieving her goal?
Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 4:28 pm
For Addy to convert for one of his stories....
“Many years ago there lived a beautiful woman, her looks were beyond compare, and many men would travel for miles just to see one of her smiles. This woman loved to bathe each day in the river, it was her morning ritual to wash away the dirt of the previous day and be clean for the day to come. It was unknown to her that her morning routine would change her life forever. As she let the water wash away the grime of the previous day, a prawn burrowed into her leg. The doctor was summoned and he began treatment, but he told the lady that there would be no way to remove the creature.
“Now deformed with a limp, the men turned their gaze away from her, she became undesirable. Alone in her house she began to make dolls. During this time of solitude, her sister and brother-in-law perished in a tragic accident, leaving the lady in the care of their three young daughters. By this time the woman’s skill with dolls was exceptional and she was able to create life like replicas of her three nieces. Each birthday a new doll would be made, a twin of the girl the aunt raised. Years passed and finally the eldest of the three nieces was of marrying age. Countless hours were spent on this last doll, Mikado Porcelain was used to create the face and the eyes were made from precious stones that were then soaked in the river water for a week, so that they too could be washed of the past and be fresh for the future. The doll was then filled with honey so that it was warm to the touch. The eldest daughter carried her life size replica of herself out of her aunt’s house, knowing that in her hands she held a key to her resurrection should she need it.
“This continued with the next niece, until it was only the youngest that remained. Twenty years have passed since the fateful day when the prawn made its home inside her leg and the doctor still continued to treat the wound and give the aunt medicine for the pain. One day he brought his son, also a doctor, along for the visit. When the man and son were alone, the son exclaimed that the injury was an easy fix and the father agreed, he just wanted his son to see the creature, within the lady’s leg, whose existence and ‘treatment’ paid for young doctor’s medical degree. The son then took over the treatment of the aunt, and visited every other day just so he could sneak a peek upon the youngest niece. The aunt witnessing the interaction between the two young people, began to make her last doll. This doll was more special than the rest, for instead of the gemstones as eyes, they were the diamond earrings that had once belonged to the girl’s mother. The ritual for the doll was the same, the soaking of the eyes in the river, the carving of the Mikado Porcelain into the flawless face of the youngest, and filling the body with honey so that it was warm to the touch. The doll was presented to the youngest niece when she left for the young doctor’s (her husband’s) house. He was quite disturbed by the replica of his young wife, he felt as if the doll could stare into his dark soul and know the secrets that lay hidden there.
“The doll was placed upon the piano, where it was able to look out at all those who entered the room. Soon the husband became greedy and sold the eyes to make himself richer; the doll then stared out at the room with empty eye sockets. Uneasy, the husband closed the eyes and bowed the head of the doll. Only a few months passed when he received an offer for the porcelain of the doll’s face, but when he went searching for the doll, it was nowhere to be found. He asked his wife, she did not know and said that perhaps it was the ants, since the doll was filled honey. Throughout the night the husband dug up every ant hill in the garden to no avail. The doll was gone.
“His greed created barriers between him and his young wife, he no longer needed the money she had, but would rather use her as a display piece to show the town that he possessed the most beautiful woman. Sad and lonely, the wife of the young doctor sat upon the balcony at her husband’s command. Season changed and she still sat upon the balcony, soon she stopped talking and her gaze turned downward. Some of the doctor’s patients even reported that when they sat near her, she gave off a sweet scent that brought out their animal instincts.
“Years had passed and the doctor was aging normally, but he began to notice that his wife was still as young and flawless as the day they married. That night he snuck into her room, she was not breathing. The doctor left and retrieved his stethoscope to listen to her heart, only to find that there was no heart beat within his wife’s chest, but the sound of rushing water. With a start pushed away from the doll just as she sat up and opened her lids to reveal empty eye sockets. A smile appeared on the perfect face. Slowly she opened her gaping maw. Thousands of prawns came flying out of the black hole that was her mouth, attacking the doctor and burrowing into his skin. His screams were drowned out by the maniacal laughter of the doll, who watched with her vacant eyes as the man she married was eaten alive.”
The noble was informed that the second round had started. None of the others seemed to jump at the chance to start. Standing up marked her as the first volunteer to tell the terrifying tale. Her voice took on a eerie tune, accompanied by hushed tones. The fire danced and cast flickering shadows upon the woman.
“This is a true story…Ten years have passed since the incident and the actions of that night will forever haunt me,” She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. And so it began.
“I was at the age when I thought the world belonged to me, that my actions did not have consequences. I was eight years old. My father thought that it would benefit me to have sleep overs with other girls my age that I would learn to become a lady from these meetings. He could not have been more wrong. There was one girl in our group, her name was Anabelle, she was quiet and there always seemed to be a strange air about her. One night, when lightening was dancing across the sky, our small group of five girls decided to call upon the spirit world. Anabelle did not want to go through with the task, she felt that it would be wrong to summon a being across the veil. We all just laughed and said that nothing would happen, that it was only a joke to scare ourselves. We were young, we were silly, we did not know any better.
“All the tools for the ceremony were collected: five candles, chicken bones, a feather, a bowl of water, a sharp knife, and a mirror. We did not know what we were doing, it was only a game to be played in the dark. Around us it was completely dark, except for the lightening of the storm outside and our flickering candles. We placed the candles in a circle and placed the other items within, except for the knife which was in Anabelle’s hands. A strange gleam came to her eyes as she stared at the sharp blade. Her voice was husky as she spoke interrupting the silence, ‘How about we make this game real?’ And she took the blade and sliced her palm. She walked around the group of girls, slashing at our hands…” Sirantha held up her palm to show the circle, a small white scar was barely visible in the flickering light of the bonfire, “Whimpers filled the air, we were thinking this was no longer fun, but painful. Our blood was dripping onto the floor, mimicking the sound of rain bashing against the windows. Drip, drip, drip… Anabelle laughed as she collected the mirror and the feather, using our mixed blood as ink, she wrote upon the mirror. It was a language unknown to us, but it held power, it seemed to resonate off the girl and the object she held in her bloody hands. Her writing became more frenzied, and soon the entire reflective surface of the mirror was covered in blood symbols.
“We wanted to leave, to find someplace safe to hide, but Anabelle would not allow us to flee. As the lightning and thunder warred outside, the girl held up her creation. ‘Mirror, mirror, unite us with the dead, for you we have bled. We are your vessels, fill us with your Will!’
“I started to scream as my eyes locked upon a shadow creature that was pulling itself out of the mirror, its blood red eyes looked at each of us and a grotesque grin appeared. Black ooze continued to pour from the mirror as the creature took form. Claws took shape where the hands should be, his legs were hidden beneath a black robe, the putrid smell of decay filled the hall as the creature stalked toward the four remaining girls. It never turned his bloody gaze upon Anabelle who continued to hold its mirror.
“‘My preciouses,’ his voice hallow, ‘fine pieces to add to my collection, slaves to me for all eternity.’ He reached out with his claws and caressed my face, it caused a shudder to go down my body. My fear seemed to permeate the air, mixing with his rancid scent. He moved to the next girl. My legs gave out beneath me and I fell to the stone floor. I stared at Anabelle, my eyes pleading. But she never looked at me, her eyes were full of worship as she gazed at the creature. Silently I crawled toward the girl, not sure if what I was about to do would actually work or only make the situation worse. I stood up and grabbed the mirror from Anabelle, the blood upon the surface was dry and would not smear. Anabelle screeched as she came at me with the knife she used to call upon the beast. I blocked her blow with the mirror, causing it to shatter…” Sirantha let her voice trail off as she looked at the remaining people around the fire, “Nothing happened. The creature was still gazing at my friends with a deep insatiable hunger and Anabelle was still trying to skewer me with the blade. It was all my fault, I was the one who asked the girls to call up the dead, I thought it would be fun, and now we were going to pay dearly for my mistake. I closed my eyes, there was nothing else I could do. Just as I gave up, a violent wind came through the hall, it whipped the knife out of Anabelle’s hand and it sent the creature against the stone wall. From the broken mirror a vortex appeared, sucking in Anabelle as she screamed. The creature was next, but he would not give up his freedom so easily. His claws dug into the stone as the vortex pulled him back into the mirror. With one last howl, the shadowy creature entered his prison.
“There was nothing but silence until our sobs filled the air. The four of us walked over to the mirror and looked down at the surface. Anabelle’s leering face gazed back at us, then disappeared altogether. Now whenever lightening dances across the sky, it is said that the mirrors reflect a dark presence that is slowly biding its time until it will one day be free.”
Sirantha looked at the fire as she sat back down. Her tale was complete, it was beneficial that she had a scar upon her hand to use as a prop for the tale, otherwise the audience may have doubt about the truth of her story. It was a false story in the sense that she had never known an Anabelle or participated in a ritual to bring back the dead, but there was something spooky about mirrors on a stormy night and she could have sworn she has seen faces staring at her from within the glossy surface, faces that were not her own.
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Name, image, and owner(s) of mother: (Carolina/Shikon Miko) Name, image, and owner(s) of father: (Háidēs/ Thalea) Low Luck?: No Co Ownership?: N/A Teepees:Shikon Miko Thalea RPed couple?: No Throwbacks?: Yes please! <3 ((Full body clothing is not necessary :} )) Link to previous Generations: N/A Lifemate?: Yes <3 Link to Breeding Agreement:<3 Preferred colorist(s): Anyone
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Thera of Annu x Azrael
Is it ok to livestream the breeding?: Yes ---If yes, can it be before the mare’s belly/the baskets are even dropped?: Yes
Same Breed Variants: No ---Templates to Avoid: N/A
Throwbacks?: Yes ---Link to previous Generations: Azrael's Family:
Maternal Side (Tanzanite) Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandparents: Ashiikyu x Sayerel Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandparents: Malficent x Nyanomic Great-Great-Great-Grandparents: Cynder x Spyro
Paternal Side (Lithial) Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandparents: Narcissa x Lucifer Great-Great-Great-Grandparents: Leliel x Kirai
Why did she come to this place? Nothing but terrible memories bombarded her at the sight of the looming volcano. It was death. It was destruction. It was her very soul. She knew what she was and why she had to survive the terrible fate that befell Annu, but she did not realize how much it would cost her. So many people died so that she and Cassia could live, but even now Thera did not know if her love truly lived or if she had perished along with the others. It was terrible knowledge, and all she could do was keep pressing on until she received word of Cassia.
The volcano looming before her was not as imposing or as awe inspiring as the one that shadowed Annu, but it was still large enough to do some damage should it erupt. Her flaming mane danced in the wind as she walked up a rocky path. Did someone call this place home? If so, they would most likely not take it too kindly if she trespassed. But still she went on, she needed to see the volcano and conquer her fears. She was part lava, or at least that is what her scales reminded her of. Slow moving lava. Her hair was not hair at all, but fire that would burn any who dared get too close. She was fire and destruction. Or so the prophecy stated.
Was it even true? Could she be the embodiment of destruction life while Cassia be the rebirth of it? The teachings of the Great Phoenix Mother are as such and Thera believes them with all her heart, but could not others be what the prophecy predicted. Everyone has the capability of destruction and rebirth. So why her and Cassia? Perhaps she will never know why, for all who know the reasons had perished during the aftermath of the volcano eruption.
Thera made it to a spot that seemed to be a cave opening. Curious she cast her gaze inside. "Hello? Is anybody in there?"
Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:13 pm
[color=orangered][u][b] [size=18]My Long Lost Family Member[/size][/b][/u][/color]
[b]Soquili in search of a relative: [/b] [img]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Priestess_of_avalon/Pelashiacert2HR.jpg[/img] [b]Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): [/b] Missing daughter from a red kalona – [url=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Priestess_of_avalon/3401b534-2cf4-406f-be4d-43e16363cfc5.png]Color Palette[/url] [b]Race (first choice): [/b] Half Kalona Draft (No roman nose please) [b]Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): [/b] Regular draft (no roman nose please) [b]What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?[/b] One of the veils of the Dragenijs, similar to the one that Pelashia usually wears. It is the color Eirameira’s Veils (aurora borealis) [url=http://shiboriborealis.com/auroraborealis600.jpg][x][/url]. [b]Short IC Response: [/b] [color=#cdaf95] Pelashia looked up at the stars above, they were not as bright and clear as they were in the Land of Ice and Light, and Eirameira’s Path was dim, barely recognizable in the night. With a sigh the pawed mare composed her thoughts; Vestakia was constantly on her mind lately. Where did her daughter go after she left the Land of Ice and Light? Pelashia brought the image of her daughter to mind, Vestakia was fire to Pelashia’s ice. Vesta had a scarlet pelt and golden horns sprouting beneath long thick crimson locks of hair; her golden eyes shown like firelight on a cold night. She was conceived by trickery, but Pelashia loved her daughter and would not change the past. “Great Goddess Eirameira and the vast shining stars of the world above, please grant me my wish. My daughter Vestakia has left to search for answers and now it is I who seek answers. I wish to see my daughter again, to learn of her adventures and to know that she is alright. I too have left my home in search and that search would be smoother with her by myside. So please great celestial beings, please grant me my wish.” She bowed her head and presented her offering. [/color]
[color=orangered][u][b] [size=18]My Long Lost Family Member[/size][/b][/u][/color]
[b]Soquili in search of a relative: [/b] [img]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y162/kyo_soma16/Callancert.jpg[/img] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=18&t=24256741#370600797]Permission to use Callan[/url] [b]Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): [/b] Long lost son from dead mate [url=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/Priestess_of_avalon/Anela2.png]Anela[/url] [b]Race (first choice): [/b] Unicorn warhorse [b]Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): [/b] Regular warhorse [b]What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?[/b] A silver band with the Claddagh engraved upon it. [url=http://www.irishjewelrygifts.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/14IC4WLG.jpg][x][/url] [b]Short IC Response: [/b] [color=darkred]The stallion had heard rumors that made his heart pound and memories long since locked away surface with a vengeance. His first love, his heart’s mate, Anela had given birth to a son in secret. His son. The foal had grown up under the tutelage of some knight, never knowing his true parentage, or so the source of the rumor said. Could it be true? The old knight almost did not dare to hope just in case his dreams were dashed, but perhaps that is what wishing was all about. His emerald eyes looked to the myriad of stars above his head, his voice still held the accent that Anela had loved, “Great Stars Above, I ask you to grant me my wish. I wish to meet my son.” It was a short statement; he did not see why he should go into detail. “Thank you Great Stars.” He bowed his head, left the silver band Anela had given him years ago, and then slowly walked back to where his mate slept. [/color]
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 2:23 pm
Seline: I am not sure what I want for her. She has amnesia, all her memories of her past are gone and whenever she tries to remember she gets a searing pain in her head. At the moment she goes by the name Bae, since she does not know that her name is Seline de Papilio. Soon she will join a Troope, that will be her new home. Her skill is singing.
Pnevma: She is looking for a life mate or if I REALLY like the plot, a fling. She has already had one fling and now wishes to settle down. I would prefer someone who is also nocturnal, but Day Walkers work as well. She wants someone who does not see her as strange and will tell her stories (even if she will not believe them, she still finds them entertaining).
Aderyn: She is looking for whatever. She loves adventure and being the heroine of her own story. She has parleyed with a pirate and hunted for ghosts. The stallion will have to be someone who keeps her interest and does not treat her as a damsel in distress.
Thera: Flings and only flings. She is lovemated to Cassia (who is not yet in soquili). Any stallion can work for this plot, he can use her, he can be a friend, and so on.
Inanna: She is looking for a protector, who will always be by her side. He will need to be okay with a plot and rp heavy future. Inanna has some major things coming up and I want the stallion to be active and there for her.
Isabliss: Someone to help her get out of her depression. She has used two of her breedings and her last breeding resulted in all her children being stolen from her. It has left her broken. This would be a heavy rp plot as well. She is my first soquili and I want what is best for her. This can be a lovemate or a lifemate.
Chromaggia: After two breedings with evil stallions, Maggia will learn that there is more to the world than what her father has told her. Perhaps the stallion she ends up with will be the one to tell her that there is more to the world and he helps her with her conflicted emotions and selves. This will be FAR into the future since she has not had those breedings yet.
Eostre: She is looking for anything. Flings, lifemate, lovemate. Just a stallion or mare who will help her color her eggs and bring joy to those around her or she can be used in a fling.
Coop: He is looking for a mare or stallion (he has been spurned by mares enough now that I think he may consider stallions to be better). This person will need to be his friend first and perhaps help raise the foal(s) that end up going with him instead of their mother.
Taliesin: Lifemate. He is looking for a lady. Tali is Prince Charming and is searching for his princess.
Nereus: He is EVIL. I am thinking Flings at the moment. He hates those who are perfect in appearance since he is not perfect in his appearance. So he would like to ruin them and make them doubt themselves. So he could fling with a good person (who he will manipulate and try to taint with his dark words) or an evil soquili. Also some of his kids need to go to his father.
Killian: He is looking for a lovemate or lifemate. He does not judge others and he is very empathetic. He is a warrior as well.
Ecksian: Flings for now. He is very enthusiastic and a creative soul. Think of the genie from Aladdin, at times he acts like that. He loves to act and he is very carefree.
--- Other singles not in the siggie --- Ashaniel: I have an idea for a fling. If this fling happens it would be with a Daoine Eile, someone other than a Fae (flutter/fluttercross soquili), this and other things will cause Ash to be banished from her herd. She then starts a new herd which she calls the Daoine Sidhe or something similar to that. Only flutter or flutter crosses will be allowed to join. She will be judgmental of those who are non Fae, for it is because of them that she was banished from her home. The rest of her breedings are to be figured out in the future once I get a better grasp of her character.
Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 10:15 pm
I've got that love for you Darlin'
Username: Thalea Pony's Name: Venus Verticordia Amores Temperament: Affectionate Prompt response:[c] Your friends always push you off to adventure with them. But one day you get lost and separated from them. What happens from here? What do you do-- do you enjoy the time alone or do you try to find your friends? And what happens when you find that other mare wondering the lands on their own.
She had a hard time telling those that she cared about “no”; she knew that she should speak up for herself, but she wanted to bring her friends happiness and if adventuring made them happy, then she would be an adventurer as well. It had started off okay, with excited voices yelling over one another as the group debated on what they should explore or find. Should they discover the lair of the chupacabra or maybe find a lost native empire that has been hidden among the hills. The talk of adventure was endless and Venus was not even sure if the adventure itself would end, especially if they desired impossible outcomes.
The mare is not sure what happened, one moment she had stopped to look at some red wild roses when the bickering of her friends vanished entirely. Which direction had they gone? Worry for their safety filled the affectionate mare, but she did not run after them searching, for she did not know the direction where they had disappeared and rushing off would only cause her to become lost as well. Instead she continued to smell the roses and enjoy the beautiful landscape. It was then that she saw the purple kalona. Her heart began to flutter, not in fear, but attraction.
Love was not an uncommon notion to the mare, she came from a family that was all about love, she had just never experienced anything like it before. None of the stallions she had encountered had caused her heart to beat and tiny butterflies to form in her stomach. So this is what looking at a crush felt like, Venus smiled to herself and then looked shyly at the approaching mare.
What did the stranger think? Did her heart go pitter patter as well? She was Venus Verticordia Amores, the one who could change the hearts of those around her. With a shy smile the pink heart covered mare introduced herself to the mare with the skull markings, “I am Venus Verticordia Amores and I think I am falling in love with you.”
---- Purple one is for hanging gallow --- There's something familiar about this... Uncert:Uncert is here! Name: Twilight Pie Gender: Female Temper: Tagged solo or placed on a Soquili's cert? Solo Please!
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