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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 7:30 pm
Welcome to the tales of the past, present, and future of Tirranna & her beloved Soquili
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 8:32 pm
January 2026 RP  The Title: Waiting on the Storm
The Players: Celendria, Thorleif Rose, and Amadahy
Word Count: 760
Quote: The weather is turning but Mother Nature has one last hurrah in store - it seems she has mustered up a blizzard that's blown down from the mountains and over the majority of the Kawani lands. This is highly unusual for this time of year, it seems winter was not ready to let go! How does your soquili fair in this blizzard? Do they see the signs early and manage to avoid it completely? Do they seek shelter in time and wait it out? Do they find themselves stranded and in danger? Do they fend for themselves or do they help others around them? Life is a memory forever being written, followed, and remembered by generations to come... As the snow-kissed ground shimmered beneath their hooves, A mare and stallion walked side by side. It had seemed endless walking within a dream to the mare as she now walked in sync with her companion. In her eyes, he was perfection as those white wings raised above his head, taking care of the pending snow lying on the branches in wait. Happiness was but a feeling, as a brisk yet menacing wind brushed past them. Without a murmur of sound, the stallion moved in closer to the mare he had sought for an eternity. He had finally found her, vowing to protect the gleaming, breathing natural ice mare. A wing draped around her radiated warmth as she shivered. "This air is more frigid than the winds beneath the mountain," the mare spoke, leaning in toward the stallion for comfort. In all her years in the Kawani land, she had never felt such harmony as she did with him. The stallion breathed on her neck reassuringly, "The skies have been changing lately. Snow and ice tend to accumulate near the spires. If it's too cold..."The mare shook her head slowly, she mused, giving him an almost youthful smile. "You are correct, Celendria. Do remember, though, there is precious cargo within you. I am but a humble stallion in your presence, my ice queen."Celendria chuckled, a playful tug on his snowy mane. "You are too much, Thorlef. But, I thank you for your heartfelt words."Thorleif smiled proudly, " There is a storm coming, though. I need to get us both to shelter, quickly". Moving forward, he led her toward a cave that pulled back from the snow that traveled further into the mountain. Once they were far enough back, she leaned into him, watching the snow fall heavily, feeling the cold of the wind. Ears perking forward, she frowned, a worried look on her crystalline face, "Thorleif, do you think they're okay at the base of the[ountain? I want to believe Cerylia is taking care of Tirranna. What if?" She paused. Thorleif leaned in, his wing wrapped around her. " From everything you've told me... Cerylia is very much like her mother. An elder-to-be, a protector, a symbol for others to recognize. I'm sure. She follows your every word, and thus, I know the area is safe. Your two-legger has stood the test of time under your nurturing."Celendria began shedding tears with a nod, "I know they are safe, somehow I know. I just... worry".Thorlief buckled his front legs, then his back, bringing himself to lie down. "Let's not think about anything right now. Come, I will keep us warm," he murmured as he nipped softly at her long mane. Celendria sighed, her own legs buckling as she moved in beside him. Head weary with worry, she leaned into him, feeling the heat generated from his strong form. Thorleif's own head leaned into hers, his eyes feeling heavy as that strong wing wrapped around her. Celendria, though, continued to watch the snowstorm, her very being resonating with the snow and ice. It was true, her very being carried something precious within her. As much as she wanted to be with Cerylia and Tirranna, this was her best course of action right now. As she watched the storm continue, she drifted off into a restful slumber. A whimper caught Cel's attention as her eyes fluttered open, "Amadahy, are you okay? Were you out in the storm?"Amadahy, a small wolf, shook herself of the snow that fell off her coat, "No. Well, yes, but I found a nice den to wait it out."Celendria sighed with relief. Amadahy sneezed, a paw to scratch her muzzle, "I went out to hunt, and then there was snow. Glad you two are safe."Thorleif yawned, "How is it out there?"Amadahy looked toward the cave entrance, "Good bit. You two should have no problem, though. The worst of it was last night."Celendria nodded, "Let's just hope the base of the mountain received less than up here".Thorleif pulled himself upward, stretching his wings, "Once they arrive and are able.... we'll go to the base of the mountain".Celendria nodded, pulling herself to her feet. Soon, they would welcome a new chapter; for now, they'd take it easy and enjoy the sanctuary that protected them a bit longer. ~Fin
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2026 6:47 pm
 The Title: Following Traditions
The Players: Cerylia, Tallulah, Tiranna (by mention)
Word Count: 882
Quote: t's a new year in the Kawani lands! Winter is in full swing, and much of the land is covered in snow. Does your soquili do anything to acknowledge or celebrate the new year? Are they part of a herd or family that has a tradition or ceremony? Have they made a promise to start the new year with a clean slate and change themselves for the better? Or did they simply try to stay warm and wait for the snow to melt and spring to arrive? As the new year waved to the prior, a brilliant, perfect snowfall had painted the land in glistening white. Some of the lingering birds began chirping merrily as the sun started to rise, creating a shimmer across the fluffy snow. The land breathed once more, allowing its inhabitants to awaken and begin their routines. One such creature was the one named Tiranna, a native maiden whom most of the Soquili called a two-legger. She was the one who kept things tidy, along with making the most delicious treats. She could always read the feelings, thoughts, and love of the creatures that gathered around the campsite. Of all the Soquili in the area, one particular slender mare graced Tirranna with company while her mother traveled high in the mountains. Sure, it was lonely, but Cerylia believed in her mother's words with all her heart. During the windy snowstorm before the morning, both Cerylia and her timid wolf, Tallulah, rested in the teepee with Tirranna. Now that it was morning, it was time to begin the yearly routine. Naturally, Carylia learned from her mother the ins and outs of helping around the campsite. She yawned, rising to her feet before nudging Tirranna, acknowledging it was time for preparations. She then walked out of the teepee, leaning downward to pick up a bucket. Moving forward, she headed past the lake till she found a fresh running stream. Dipping her head downward, she filled the bucket with a sway of her head. " Why do you gather water?" came the shy voice of her companion, Tallulah. "It's tradition for Celendria to help with the festivities. In her absence, I must prepare things. Only then will the New Year treats appear".Tallulah cocked her head, "Treats? I'm going to tag along since I'm usually out hunting when all this goes on".Cerylia smiled, "Certainly. You can even help if you want to. It's a lot of prep, but it's worth it in the end". She then picked up the bucket, carrying it back to Tiranna, who was already prepping the fruits. positioned the bucket on the ground. Cerylia moved inside the teepee, bringing out a woven cloth. Tiranna took everything inside the teepee after patting Cerylia on the shoulder. Tallulah tilted her head, That's the treats? What is the water, and the other stuff for?" She sniffed the air, hearing the crackling of fire in the darkness. Before she could speak, Cerylia was off gathering things, while Tiranna exited the teepee with an armful of things. Tallulah whimpered, completely lost. How did this all become treats? Throughout the day, she watched Cerylia and the two-legger making things. She tried herself with the dreamcatchers, but her paws only got in the way. Instead, she retrieved things when Tiranna requested them. It wasn't an amazing experience, but she loved listening to Tiranna's singing. Tradition. Such was the new year to bring good fortune to the area. Perhaps, better crops, new friends, and perhaps the joy of spring would bring the elder mare back. She had been gone so long now, yet Cerylia believed in her mother and her return. Throughout the day, several activities took place, leading the sun upward, finally descending downwards. The smell was undeniable to the wolf as she followed Cerylia and Tiranna into the teepee. There, the unmistakable aroma of delicious hard work awaited them. Cerylia pulled herself downward, knees buckling beneath her. The teepee smelled new to the senses, as things today were freshened and cleaned. Now, as the sun was preparing for sleep, they all enjoyed the feeling of sanctuary and good tidings. Tallulah couldn't believe everything they accomplished today. It seemed a blur, and yet it was more of an onset play with cleaning and revival. Putting her head between her paws, Tallulah listened to a soft yet beautiful tune on Tiranna's flute. Afterward, the maiden finally prepared the treat Cerylia had mentioned. While all their tasks took precedence over most of the day, the result was a tasty treat that sang thank you in a delicate aroma of berries, flowers, and, of course, apples. As Tallulah swallowed her bite, she turned to Cerylia, "Why all that? I mean, the treat was a good reward."Cerylia smiled, "This tradition was something my mother and Tiranna shared from the first day they bonded. Even in winter's chill, they worked together to create a new memory. I'm not my mother, but I try my best to savor that sweet snack".Tallulah looked upward, blinking in satisfaction at the beautiful creation hanging above them, "I got to help too. Well, my paws did get caught in the weaving...."Cerylia chuckled, "Yes, but you fetching the other things was a big help. I can't do more but hold the string, but look at the finished result. It will protect us from misfortune and bad dreams ".Tallulah smiled, "It's nice. Say, Cerylia, do you think your mom is coming back this year?Cerylia closed her eyes, "Yes".
Tallulah seemed to smile, understanding that the New Year preparations were essential to carry on through the year. Once more, she looked up at the dreamcatcher as the flute carried on its tune. All of their effort had ensured the tradition of Celendria and Tiranna would never be forgotten. ~Fin
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2026 7:01 pm
The Title: Rue's Garden The Players: Little Rue & Florescence Word Count: 1,338 Quote: For those soquili with a green hoof, it is almost time to harvest before the summer sun wilts crops. Does your soquili partake in any farming or gardening? If so, what do they plant? How do they care for their garden? Do they work solo, with familiars or are they part of a herd or family who work together? Are they farming for food, are they gardening flowers, do they grow herbs for medicine or are they trying to conserve or restore a damaged plot of land? If they don't farm or garden, why not? Do they not have the skill? Have they killed every plant they've tried to keep alive? Do they want to learn but don't know where to start? Maybe they can reach out to a farming or gardening soquili to get some tips! If they don't farm or garden, how do they eat? Do they live off the land and forage for food or are they hunters? Write an RP responding to the above prompt telling us about how/why your soquili farms/gardens if they do. Or why not if they don't, and what they do instead. The sun rises to greet the world with a soft, yet gentle kiss. Accompanied by the arrival of colorful avians, small yet crystal clear in their song of happiness and positivity. Thus, the summer lingered with the Sun's personal touch of warmth and exaggerated foreboding of the heat that would soon make one salivate as their thoughts urged them to stay hydrated. One such mare named Little Rue began her motions within the sacred garden she tended as if it were her own child. Her son Thyme had also learned the rhythm and practice of those precious, wilting in the heavy summer graces upon them. Each herb could have sung a tale, if only others would listen. Patience. Love. Devotion, even understanding, were a few musings that would come to mind concerning Rue's herb garden. Each herb was dedicated to a purpose. For instance, spices for the two-legged cook's cooking were grown appropriately on the right side of the garden. To the left were the medicinal properties that proved useful in making an antidote and potions that were needed in case of injuries. Not just for Soquilil, mind you, but even a wider range of creatures that could benefit from longer life spans. Through the recent rainstorms, Rue had been gathering water for her garden. Her first step, passing the herbs, brought her to the flowers Thyme had been growing. While it wasn't her usual array of green beauties, she rather liked the roses and other flowering plants he had chosen. Dipping the bucket, Rue released the water slowly, letting it seep into the soil. The sound of dry earth being quenched was satisfying to the slender mare. "There.... you are watered. I'm very proud of your growth for yourselves and my son. He'll be delighted to see the blooms when he returns".Moving further, back the way she began, Rue paused at the "Protective" herbs, pouring small streams to soak the ground". Indeed, Sage, Basil, and even lavender were a comforting moment as she nodded a thank you to them. It was unknown if these herbs could ward off shifters and other dark anomalies with their presence. Rue firmly believed Shifters would rather not deal with them; therefore, their scents were welcoming with the thought of keeping those dark things at bay. With the elder seeking her own path, every little bit was needed to protect the land of Celendria's herd and the two-legger. Once the area was sated, she moved back to the entrance, stepping outside to grab another full bucket of water. She then returned to the herbs, the two-legger loved using for her food and treats for the other creatures. To name a few, there were plants containing Mountain mint, wild basil, bee balm, elderberries, and Juniper berries. Each herb had a purpose, a destination, and a thought on how it would be used in the future. Closing her eyes, Rue dipped the bucket, letting the water pull downward, soaking in the dirt, quenching its thirst below. Continuing her lap around the vast garden, Rue successfully had watered her "children" in a job well done. Then she nodded to her plants before exiting the garden, ready to begin her new day. Rue paused as the two-legger, Tirranna, passed her, a hand outstretched with something small and white. Rue took it voluntarily, as she knew it was a treat for a job well done. Its texture melted on her tongue, and a sweet, irresistible feeling overtook her. The maiden then moved inside the herb garden, procuring what she had set out to retrieve. Rue walked onward, standing just beneath the tree canopy. Already, the sun seemed angry, heating the land. Rue pondered, the rain had possibly upset the sun as to why the heat had been severe lately. As soon as she was about to return to the garden, Rue noticed the garden was receiving a visitor. Nodding her head, she smiled, "Hello. Have you come to visit my garden?" The mare was extremely proud of her "children," aka her herbs. Word had traveled extensively on the size and variations she took care of daily. It was a simple wonderment for anyone to ponder why Rue ever had time for commitment or foals. As she looked up to see who the other mare was, her breath was taken aback. A unicorn with the most elegant pattering had graced her presence. The other stood slender as if the moon were sliced perfectly, curved with a delicate, yet amazing figure. Her mane playfully blowing in the breeze, composed of pinks and blues of summer hues. A blue pearlized spiral adorned her head as her slender, curled tail swayed elegantly with her. Once Rue had been taken aback, the other spoke, "No need to be in shock. I am simply a mare that desires a garden to bring happiness". She then smiled, the greenish-blue flower in her mane moving slowly in the passing breeze, "I've heard many rumors about your own garden, Little Rue. Would you perhaps share a walkthrough with me?" Then the mare shook her head, "Forgive me. My name is Florescence. In the moment I forgot my formalities".Rue smiled, "Greetings, Florescence. I'd be glad to share my garden. Right this way," she spoke happily, proud of her beautiful visitor. Stepping through the entrance, she could have sworn there was a gentle chorus emanating from the plants and flowers. Standing to the side, she let Florescence move past her. As she stood, watching the other mare, Rue was in disbelief. Each plant was graced with the mare's horn, a soft glow forming, then retreating through each plant. The humming grew louder in Rue's ears as the unicorn blessed each plant she passed, making the song louder. Finally, she paused at the precious roses and flowers that Thyme had been growing since has was a foal. Florescence dipped her head to the largest rose, a singular tear dropping, falling onto the large bloom. Florescence was overjoyed that such a quaint yet vast garden was created, cared for so meticulously. Even her son's flowers were just amazingly beautiful. Turning to Rue, she nodded, "Stories have traveled of this garden from the smallest rabbit to the herd traveling Soquili. It truly is a sight to behold".Rue blushed, not in embarrassment, rather fulfillment. Florescence had blessed her entire garden during the visit. Rue just felt happiness as her plants hummed happily in her ears. Florescence nodded, "Feel free to seek out my garden when you are able. I would love to converse, share planting tips during your visit. Your garden is resilient, as are you, with your devotion and care." The slender mare flicked an ear, Moving delicately, elegantly on her hooves, Florescence made her way outside Rue's garden, heading toward her own. Rue would someday visit her own garden when she mustered time. The singular tear left within the rose would be a tool in finding Florescence's garden. Rue nodded her head, a flick of her tail in a goodbye as the other mare vanished out of sight. The humming ceased shortly after making Rue ponder if it had been her imagination. Walking back to Thyme's flowers, she noticed something odd, but beautiful, lying in the largest petal. It was a tear from Florescence, a calling card when Rue wanted to traverse out of her own garden to visit Florescence. For now, she'd leave the crystallized tear where it was. Rue may have been gentle with her garden, but a crystalline tear was a whole different story. She would probably get the two-legger to make something to protect it from being broken. For now, Rue moved outside, noting how fast the day had traveled. Lying down beneath the large willow tree, she felt the incoming evening breeze and sighed before she closed her eyes. ~Fin
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