The Teepee They all live beside an enchanted lake.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:51 am
Name: Midori Meaning: Greenery Language: Japanese Special Markings: Biohazard Sign, Socks, Streaked hair Coloring: Lime Green, Black Alternate Images:Itemless Cert, Original Midori Mate:Formerly Disconium. Now single. Children:With Disconium:Phaedra, Prometheus, Algaia, Toxic Sludge, Blake, and Sairenli Raven Biography: Midori the first born to a wind mare and a kalona stallion. The kalona, though certainly a purist of blood, was experimenting with his line, trying to create an even more superior race than his own. Midori, however, was a failure, having traits of neither a kalona nor a wind. Had it not been for her flourescent markings, the kalona would have thought she was the child of another. The kalona stallion was to kill the foal and move on, trying another combination. However, the girl's mother defended her, nearly losing her life to the brutal stallion. With just a sliver of pity, the stallion left the half-dead mare with the child, respecting her protective spirit. Midori grew up caring for her mother, who was permanently injured by the assault. Her mother eventually found a stallion who loved her and cared for her, and Midori was finally able to fend for only herself. Not long after arriving in the Soquili Lands, she found a mate and had children of her own. Nothing made her happier than caring for others, it seemed. A second batch of children came, and she adopted even more, but she raised them alone, as her mate seemed to have abandoned her. She hadn't heard from him for years, and finally gave up. Heart-broken, she's ready to start anew. RP Color:Lime RPs (Out of Order):Daily Dose of Toxins (Sirius and Midori) Love Is Toxic (Disconium and Midori), Why, You're Not A Soquili! (Erie and Midori), Not All The Stallions Are Mean (Momiji and Midori), Toxic Intrigue (Daray and Midori), The Beginning of Time (Midori and Ambrosia), Color Me Shocked! (Midori and Sandelwood), Cool Summer Nights (Open RP), Times Sure Are Changing (Midori and Dusty Trails), Midori and Niele
Midori's Plots This Far
Okay so as I said, Midori's got plenty going on already. But why not let you in on it, no? ^_^
The Arrival Midori arrived to the Soquili lands in a fairly typical way. She wandered here from a land she refused to speak of, and although see seemed a bit quirky in character, she was a fairly normal mare. At first she was shy and quiet, but when she gained her confidence, she became a loud, prissy know-it-all who tended to rub others the wrong way. Even though she was humbled quite a few times, she remained this way until she matured, which happened quite a while later.
Fitting In It wasn't exactly difficult for Midori to stand out in a crowd, and it wasn't always a good thing when she did. It was usually in tiffs with other mares about some stallion she'd flirted with or some hairdo she didn't like, and so word got around that she wasn't exactly the friendly type. She did, however, get along with most stallions. Most notably of which were Scythe, a hulking warrior of a horse, and Viscoso, a less-than-hulk-like unicorn halfbreed. Scythe was kind and caring and seemingly concerned for Midori with her constant shenanigans. His passing hurt her dearly. She and Viscoso had quite an odd little friendship, with her constantly teasing him and picking on him, and him resisting but giving in to the blunt of her jokes. Her favorite game was always "find the apple," one in which she would distract him long enough to stick an apple onto his horn and run away. For some reason, Vis didn't seem very fond of this game, but put up with it regardless. Over time, they all got mates and made their separate paths, seeing each other fairly seldom.
Finding Love In All The... Special Places? Not horribly long after her arrival, a stallion caught her eye. He was handsome and sweet, if not incredibly simple minded. Midori, being young and foolish, instantly fell for this stallion and what she confused for charm. Disconium often times wandered off for long periods, but he always returned. The way Midori saw it, she needed her space anyway. One day he just didn't come back.
Motherly Love x2! After trying for quite some time with Disconium, they conceived and Midori gave birth to three lovely foals. Alongside her, Viscoso and his mate were expecting. One of Midori's baskets was charged to their father, another to Scythe, and the third she kept to raise herself. Of course, Disco continued his periodic disappearances, so she made sure to check on all of her children frequently to ensure their safety. Along with her own daughter, Phaedra, Midori sort of "adopted" one of Viscoso's baskets. She says adopted, he says abducted, but Amitola was loved none the less. He wandered freely (with supervision, of course) between his parents' teepee and Midori's, and once he reached adulthood he decided to stay with Midori on account of Phae being able to use a bit of accompaniment. This is when Midori discovered her complete adoration of foals, and she soon began adopting them whenever possible.
Finding Foals Not long after she'd given birth, Midori found a little blue basket that seemed to have been abandoned in the woods. To make matters harder, it was on Mother's Day, and there was a celebration in the village for all of the mothers. She managed to drag the basket back to the village and when she couldn't find any parents willing to claim it, her heart broke for the tiny foal inside. With Phaedra and Amitola's help, she got the basket back to the teepee to care for it. Dichali turned out to be quite a fine stallion, and she helped him to raise the three of his children he was charged with, although she tsked him for his lack of commitment. After Dichali had grown and had his first child, Midori stumbled upon another basket. This basket was incredibly heavy, and she wished to peek into it to see if it were a joke or filled with rocks as a ruse for a kalona or skinwalker attack, but it was sealed tightly as it should be. She took a chance on this gray basket and whatever may be lurking inside, and when the tiny filly inside emerged, Midori got quite the scare. The foal was covered in thick sheets of metal, from her head all the way to her tail. For some reason, it was impossible to remove, or at least by her. Ambrosia didn't seem bothered by the armor, though, and she carried on like any other foal would. When she was grown, the mare went on to fulfill her quest, and Midori often worries and wonders about her.
A Bit of a Surprise It had been quite some time since she'd seen Disconium when Midori discovered she was pregnant with another batch of foals. Disconium still hadn't returned when she gave birth to the children, and she did her best to raise them on her own. Early in their lives, though, it was evident that one of the foals was a little bit different. Toxic Sludge had these fits where she'd be a happy-go-lucky child, and turn instantly into an angry, violent creature who had a great distaste for her mother. In these instances, only Blake, Toxi's brother, could calm her. Toxi became more and more violent as she grew, and Midori blamed herself but could not allow her into the teepee any longer.
You Seem Familiar... Midori discovered a hulking beast of a unikalona near her teepee one day. Instantly switching into mother mode, Midori confronted the stallion in attempt to scare him off. Oddly, the hybrid instantly became submissive and apologized to the mare. While she was close enough, she noticed his oddly similar coloring and demanded he explain his presence. To her amazement, Wallace told her that his father had described a lesser mare who he'd sired failed children with. Midori looked exactly like one of the foals described. Wallace said that his father was likely headed toward the Soquili Land, and that he felt as if Midori and her family may need protection. Midori felt the stallion was genuine, and if he were correct, and their Kalona father was headed that way, some protection may be useful. Midori allowed Wallace into the teepee, where her two-legger crafted a muzzle out of leather to prevent any serious mishaps and comfort those living in the teepee.
Facing the Facts With the very real threat of her father coming to destroy everything she loves, Midori finally came to terms with Disco's disappearance. With only half of her children having even met him, the severance was fairly easy for them. Blake despised the stallion even before Midori broke the news to her children. Toxi vowed to find and kill him. Phaedra cried, not for her parents splitting up, but for her mother's broken heart. Midori's world was shattered with this decision, and she tried very hard to come to terms with what her next steps in life should be. As of now she's vowed to never be naive to fall for another stallion, but you really never know. ;D
More Than One To Fear While Midori and the rest of the teepee are worried about Haborym's return, Toxic Sludge had a mental breakdown and found her way to Midori. She attacked her, hurting her greatly before Wallace intervened. Very lame and unable to walk, Midori was watched over day and night by Wallace and her grandchildren. Luckily, Haborym hadn't discovered them yet and she made a full recovery. Midori still blamed herself for Toxi's actions, and forgave her quickly, but is terrified of the mare.
Threat No More News hit fast when Haborym arrived. He was instantly asking around about Wallace, and recruiting scouts and warriors, but there was absolutely nothing spreading about Midori or her family. Deeming himself as more of a threat than protection, Wallace left the teepee in an attempt to keep Haborym's scent away from his half-sister and her small family. Midori's heard very little from Wallace since, and even less about Haborym's presence in the lands.
Breedings 1. Used with Disconium 2. Used with Disconium 3. Available 4. Available 5. Available
Name: Toxic Sludge Special Markings: Legs fade from blue to green, green swirls on legs. Coloring: Black, Cyan, White, and Green Parents:Disconium and Midori Siblings:Aglaia, Phaedra, Prometheus, Blake, and Sairenli Raven Mate:Lyka Rockstar Mating Agreement:Here Children:Acid Rock, Nuclear Waste, and Virulent Jailrock Biography: Toxic Sludge has Multiple Personality Disorder. This, as the disorder's name states, means that she's got more than one personality. She does not know that she's got more than one. One of her personalities is sweet, kind, and innocent, and practically child-like. While this personality is in control, anger or any upsetness will confuse her, and perhaps even make her cry. If somebody was speaking to her other personality and this one switched on, the best thing to do would be changing the subject to something cheery. =P Her other personality is nearly the opposite. It's that of a bitter, mean, blood-thirsty mare that loathes everybody. Well... Nearly everybody. This personality believes that everybody should be considered equal and that nobody should get special treatment. This inculdes her family. If somebody can catch her interest while she's in this personality, they can probably spare themself a fight. Co-ownership Agreement:Here, Updated Here RP Color:#36e566 RPs (Out of Order):Caraway and Toxi, Toxi and Nuc
Name: Caraway Special Markings: White dapples on rump, pink nose Coloring: Cream colored body with white dapples, brown-black hair, emerald eyes Mate: None Children: None Biography: Caraway's story is unknown. A wanderer, he has yet to find somebody worth revealing his history to. RP Color:Brown RPs (Out of Order): Caraway and Toxi, Brightrayne
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Name: Phaedra Meaning: Bright Origin: Greek Mythology Special Markings: Wings, Socks, Streaked Hair Coloring: Lime Green, Black, Blue Parents:Disconium and Midori Siblings:Aglaia, Prometheus, Toxic Sludge, Blake, and Sairenli Raven Mate:Khet Children:Sethos, Tefnut, and Nivuxys Biography: Phaedra's the typical bubbly, ever-happy, 'nothing bothers me' type. She cares very much of how people think of her, and will almost burst out into tears if somebody's angry at her, or upset with her in any way. Phae couldn't imagine hurting anybody, whether it's on accident or not. She's disgusted by those who kill for food, and even moreso by those who kill for pleasure. Her vernacular is much like that of a foal's, unless she's arguing. If you get her going, she'll definitely bump heads with the best. This wind is never quick to judge, no matter what appearance the other may have. She would happily walk up to a kalona, thinking that perhaps she could brighten its day. However, she's not stupid. If she feels she's in danger, she'll head for the skies in an instant. RP Color:#88e7e9 RPs (Out of Order):Good lord, -what- are you? (Phaedra and Auster), Your Wings Are Like Mine! Cept... Differnt. (Phaedra and Khet), Uh-Oh! (Dancia and Phaedra), A New Start (Phaedra and Awnaety), Rescuing the Knight (Phaedra and Ashrialto)
Breedings 1. Used with Khet 2. Reserved for Khet 3. Reserved for Khet
Name: Magaskawee Meaning: Graceful Origin: Sioux Special Markings: Bright orange hair, swirls on body, swirl beneath eye, white eye sockets, belly, nose and hooves Coloring: Pale blue, white, orange Parents:Dichali and Faer Siblings:Arathorn Half-siblings:Chowilawu, Zesiro, Wemitan, Tsunami, Kanic Ash Mate: None, but looking. Children: None Biography: Mags is a klutz. She's always stumbling over her own hooves as if they don't belong. For this reason, she practically lives in the air, landing only to rest her wings, but every day, it seems, they grow stronger and she flies longer. She lives in a cave in the mountains, and is seldom found on the ground elsewhere. She's a loner, and doesn't trust easily. Not many have stumbled upon this solemn mare. I'm certainly looking for interactions for this lonley girl. RP Color:#7888b3 RPs (Out of Order):
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Name: Nivuxys Special Markings: Markings on neck and above hooves, Coloring: Black, gray, white, green, teal, blue Parents:Phaedra and Khet Siblings:Sethos, Tefnut Mate:Forbidden Mating Agreement:Here Children:Adrastos, Polaris, Ysandir Biography: Niv is very level-headed. He's always the calm one in the group, and is usually called upon to end scuffles among the family in a peaceful manner. Currently, he's living with his mate and children in the forest, coming home every week or so for a visit with the mother and grandmother. RP Color:Teal RPs (Out of Order):Adrastos and Nivuxys, Rupali
Name: Adrastos Meaning: He who does not flee Origin: Greek Mythology Special Markings: Glowing spots, markings on legs Coloring: Light blue, navy blue, cyan, purple, magenta, black Parents:Nivuxys and Forbidden Siblings:Polaris, Ysandir Mate: None Children: None Biography: Adrastos doesn't care about anyone but himself. He'll do what he wants, when he wants, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. The stallion certainly doesn't care what anyone thinks about him and his actions, and he'll do anything for attention. He'll make a fool of himself just for a good laugh or two. He has yet to be RPed, and I am certainly interested in fleshing him out. RP Color:Navy RPs (Out of Order): Nivuxys and Adrastos, Jaslyn
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Name: Hurricane Bedelia Special Markings: Wavy organic lines Coloring: Blue, Dark Blue, White Parents: Unkown Siblings: Unknown Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: Bedelia is controlling, angry, and sometimes aggressive toward most others. She usually doesn't want to be messed with, but sometimes she'll have a good day. Most often, she can be caught near the coast. It's not often she's elsewhere, and when she is, she isn't very happy about it. She can be snappy and mean, but most would probably assume she's just protecting herself from something. RP Color:#5594c7 RPs (Out of Order):Faolen
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Name: Guinevere Adelaide Special Markings: Black legs, rainbow horn Coloring: Black, white, rainbow horn, blue eyes Parents:Amitola and Lucianna Siblings:???, Chastity Mate: None Children: None Biography: Guin is sugary-sweet when you first meet her. Kind, caring, and smart, to boot, she comes off as the little-miss-two-shoes type. However, once you get to know her, she turns into a trickster, stubborn in her ways and very vain. She's a daddy's girl through-and-through, and everything she does is to please him. Well, when he's around, anyway. ;D RP Color:Bold Black RPs (Out of Order):Lutra and Guin, Baldev
Breedings 1. Trying with Jolly Roger 2. Available 3. Available 4. Available
Name: Dotty McFearsome Special Markings: Dot candy markings Coloring: Black, white, orange, red, dark blue Adoptive Parents:Chowilawu and Gaiacinta Mate: None Children: None Biography: Left by her parents at the Blood Moon Carnival, Dotty is very bitter. She's quick to snap and judges very quickly. Every question is a stupid one, and everybody has no reason for living. But once you get through that mean, tough exterior, she's really just a b***h. RP Color:Bold Orange RPs (Out of Order): CandiFloss, Batibat Lili
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:53 am
Name: Dichali Meaning: Speaks A Lot Origin: Native American Special Markings: Markings on legs, Wings Coloring: Light blue, Orange, Blue Parents:Pamuya and Iniabi Siblings:Leilha and Pheonix Mate: None Children: By Faer: Magaskawee and Arathorn By Kit N Kaboodle: Chowilawu and Zesiro By Stormfall: Wemitan, Tsunami, Kanic Ash Biography: Dichali's a pretty broken stallion, though he would never show it. His basket was found on mother's day, by a mare whose children had yet to grow strong enough to leave their baskets. It had been quite some time since she'd given birth, and Midori was growing worried something may be wrong. Her heart ached, and when she found Dichali's basket wiggling by itself in the bushes, she couldn't resist dragging it home. It wasn't long until the basket popped, and not long after that, Midori's own joined the flutter colt. Because of this, the mare often called him her, "little glimmer of hope." She nearly named him Glimmer, but feared it too feminine, and chose to accentuate his talkative nature instead. Dichali was raised alongside Midori's other children, and considered himself one of her own, although the mare never lied about where he had come from. She was as close to home for him as he could imagine, and he decided that the love she showed for him would be shown by him just as equally to any he'd meet. As a young stallion, Dichali encountered his first love. Although she was both kind and attractive, it was Faer's beautiful blue eyes that he remembered most. They would rendezvous often in the place they had met, and it didn't take long for Dichali to fall hard for the young wind. But seemingly as soon as their tryst had begun, the mare disappeared. The stallion thought of the mare night and day, going to their meeting place to wait for her, but eventually even young love grows weary, and he gave up. A basket showed up at Midori's teepee which looked eerily similar to himself, and without a thought, he'd decided it must've been a sibling. He'd figured his parents had deserted him, and they must have seen how much Midori loved him and decided to leave another with her. With Midori's help, Dichali raised the child as his own, but as Midori had, he gave no illusion to what he'd speculated had happened. Magaskawee became his world. When Mags had become old enough to fend for herself, she met a strange stallion. He seemed oddly familiar, and she followed him in silence. Dichali had been watching over the young mare, and was amazed at what she had found. After a very awkward run-in with Faer, the truth was revealed. Magaskawee was disgusted by her father's ignorance to the situation and ran off. Faer had found someone else. Having lost two of the three mares he'd loved dearly, he turned to the third for advice. She suggested he go out and meet new Soquili, as dwelling would only shatter his heart further. So, met others he did. He especially enjoyed the company of mares he'd found along the way. Dichali broke few hearts, being completely honest about his intentions when the opportunity arose. While the company dulled the pain, there was always a small ache in his being, and guilt after the deed was done. He had befriended a flutter mare by the name of Kit 'N' Kaboodle, and would meet with her on occasion. It wasn't long before her belly swelled and the consequence of their "friendship" became apparent. He was determined to do right by these children, and stayed with the mare until they'd grown. He and the mare stayed friends. Eventually, Dichali grew tired of random flings. He wanted something meaningful and worth-while. But, you cant have it all. Instead of love, he found an ally. The mare wanted a family, and he couldn't resist. Stormfall was lovely and mysterious, and he didn't know how to say no. After quite some time, the mare was with child, and after the offspring had grown, the two parted ways. Now, the stallion stays mostly at the teepee, thinking about what he could have done in his younger years. RP Color:Light Blue RPs (Out of Order):What A Pretty Boy (Forte and Dichali), Just Dive Right In (Faer and Dichali), Things Happen for a Reason (Faer and Dichali), Pheorin and Dichali, Sunshine and Dewdrops (Sevati and Dichali), Why, Hullo Thur! (Aiane and Dichali), Fairy Gems (Eternity and Dichali), Pheorin and Dichali, My, What Curious Wings You've Got! (Tuli and Dichali), Mountain Sunset (Arctica and Dichali), Well, You're... Interesting? (Martin and Dichali), Tavshed and Dichali
Breedings 1. Used with Faer 2. Used with Kit N Kaboodle 3. Used with Stormfall 4. Available and Looking! 5. Available and Looking!
Name: Chowilawu Meaning: Joined together by water Origin: Hopi Special Markings: Body swirls, pretty blue wings~ Coloring: Various shades of Blue, Orange and Pink. Parents:Kit N Kaboodle and Dichali Siblings:Zesiro Half-Siblings: By Dichali: Magaskawee and Arathorn, Wemitan, Tsunami, Kanic Ash Mate:Gaiacinta Mating Agreement:Here Children: None Biography: Chowilawu is the result of a fleeting friendship. Being 3/4 flutter, he is on the smaller side when it comes to stallions. Cho was raised to be kind and sweet, and to never judge others. Somebody who looks like the nicest thing you've ever seen can be manipulative, and the meanest looking Soquili could just need a tender heart to help carry their burden. Being raised in such a way dulled the stallion's perception of others. He was never taught the difference between someone else doing "right" and "wrong," he'd never even heard of a Kalona, and he certainly had a lot to learn. He was very self conscious growing up due to his speech impediment. He would stutter over almost every word, and vowed to never make fun of others for being different as he'd been made fun of as a foal. As a young stallion, Cho met his first of the more odd looking Soquili. Her pelt glistened in the sunlight, it was a beautiful red he'd never seen before. The mare's mane was always trussed in the most beautiful way, and cuffs of gold encircled her legs above her hooves. She seemed surprised at his lack of fear, wary of his company. He knew not of the rarity of her breed, and he knew even less of the crazy that came with it. Although he'd caught her a few times after a fresh kill, it bothered him not. He saw it no differently than a wolf taking down a deer or a lynx catching a rabbit. If that was what the mare needed to survive, so be it. He instantly decided to befriend the stubborn mare, who seemingly wanted nothing to do with him. Months passed and visits to the mare became more frequent. Her reluctance to see him seemed to turn into anticipation. Conversation flowed more freely, and he noticed her becoming more comfortable. After a bit more time, the stallion confessed he had feelings for her, and Gaiacinta did not reject the idea. They stayed together for quite some time, him not knowing or caring about what she was capable of. He was, as she liked to say, her butterfly, and that's how it would stay. RP Color:#90eaee RPs (Out of Order):Gaiacinta and Cho, Gaiacinta and Cho, Gaiacinta and Cho
Name: Wemitan Special Markings: Swirls on body, hair Coloring: Purple, orange, green Parents:Dichali and Stormfall Siblings: Tsunami, Kanic Ash Half-Siblings:Magaskawee and Arathorn, Chowilawu and Zesiro Mate:Fiona Ency Vien Mating Agreement:Here Children: None Biography: Wemitan was raised in a similar manner to his half-siblings. However, he was a little more aware. His mother had floating locks of hair, and his brother phantom wings covered in eyeballs. He inherited his father's charm and his mother's hair, as well as a small creature he affectionately named, "Boo." RP Color:#8d5a62 RPs (Out of Order):Chepi and Wemitan, Prince Walt
Name: Haborym Meaning: Hebrew synonym for "Satan," or the Great Duke of Hell Origin: Hebrew Special Markings: Wings, Stripes, Streaked Hair Coloring: Lime Green, Black. Mate: None Mating Link: N/A Children:Midori, Wallace Biography: Haborym is a mean, green fighting machine. He's half hate, half genious, and aaaaall crazy. This boy has a love for Kalona blood as thick as any other pure kalona out there, but on the flipside, had a love for... Experimenting. Of course, he's bred with those from the purest of lines, but he's also dabbled a bit with a new concept; a super-race. A breed as strong and fierce as the Kalona, but with the added perk of another species thrown in. For example; a Kalona that could change its size as a flutter could? Or one that could heal like a unicorn? The possibilities were endless! However, with every good idea comes failure, at least once along the line. The stallion's Kalona mate hunted with their children and taught them to fend for themselves during the day, and he taught them to fight at night. Daytime was his time to woo unexpecting mares. He'd ask of their lineage and their ability; only the finest would do, after all. For those he found suitable, he would court, and he would play his little games until they bore his young. Being at least a little bit conscious, he let the mares and offspring live. The first mare, a flutter, bore two fillies. One had no wings at all, and the other had wings like its mother and only the horns of his breed. The second mare was a wind, and also bore two girls. Neither had any Kalona traits at all, and neither had wings. Midori was born of this attempt. He had others, all failures. One mare, though, she was special. She was of the purest of unicorn lines, and her coat was the purest of whites. Her hair hung down to the ground, but never seemed to tangle. Her blue eyes sparkled even without sunlight, and her voice was as smooth as the blood of a fresh kill. Some may have thought the rigid old Kalona loved her, and they'd have been right. The mare, Etnel, bore two children. One was a stillborn filly, the other was Wallace. Haborym immediately became consumed by the thought of his son, and left his Kalona mare to become a full-time father and tutor to the foal. Etnel taught him of the kindness of nature and the ways of the Unicorn, while Haborym took him on "adventures" to teach him of the Kalona. They'd fight, hunt, and look down upon other breeds, all in secret from the boy's mother. Her services were still needed, after all. Shortly after Wallace reached adulthood, Haborym conjured the most ingenious plan, or so he'd thought. He told the boy that to prove his dedication and his love to his Kalona blood, he needed to go out and fetch the one living thing he loved most. The unikalona would then need to kill and devour its still warm body. Haborym had expected his son to leave and return prepared to fight. Wallace did leave, but when he returned, he had something completely different in mind. Upon the hybrid's return, the Kalona felt something was amiss. His son's face and hooves were covered in blood, his horn dripping with it. In his mouth was a horn, the purest of whites one could imagine. Haborym immediately realized what had happened, and nearly killed his son, but let him go. The blood of his only love was too precious to lose a second time. He took Etnel's horn to the two-legged slave the Kalona herd kept, and claimed it was a souvenir of the best kill he'd ever eaten. Nobody questioned it. RP Color:#34b743 RPs:A New Day, A New Land, A New Story, Evangeline and Haborym, Aleksei
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Name: Nadezhda Name Meaning: Russian for "Hope" Special Markings: Lines on face, back Coloring: Natural Parents:Brishen, Nuri (Deceased) Siblings: Lyuba (Deceased) Mate: None Mating Agreement:Brightrayne Children: None Biography: The result of a supposed-to-be one night stand, Nadya is the youngest child in her small family. She is opinionated, headstrong, and has no problem with blunt honesty, though she tries to skirt around it if she feels it may hurt someone. Like her father, she's somewhat reckless in the sense of her lifestyle. Impulse drives most of her actions as opposed to careful planning. It was her mother, though, who instilled Nadya's morals.
Growing up, Nuri taught Nadya and Lyuba to love and forgive. This was no small task, considering their father's behaviors. He had his sweet moments, but many of her memories of him are angry and mean. However, with her mother's guidance, she learned to accept him and to love him through his temper fits.
Nadezhda was greatly influenced by her sister. Lyuba was sweet and thoughtful; she would never raise her voice or get upset with anyone, no matter how hurtful their words or actions had been. She was patient and kind, and Nadya admired her for those qualities, but she also saw how they could be exploited. For this reason, Nadya felt the need to protect her and to keep her nearby. They were extremely close, both as foals and as young adults.
This girl loves easily, and is fairly naive when it comes to stallions. She believes in love at first sight and that there is some good in everyone, at least a little. The way she saw it, there had to be. There had to be some love in everyone's hearts, even Brishen's.
Nadya was won through a team RP contest. Click the spoiler to see their whole entry! <3
Lost a lady. Where can she be?
Username: Novablu Character name: Brishen (Gypsy for “born during a rainstorm”) Temper: Misguided Personality:A quiet but outlandish drifter by nature, Brishen has an air of danger about him, an intensity that can sometimes make others in his herd nervous. He seems to thrum with a sharp sort of energy and he does have a temper, but time has given him the chance to put a harness on his anger.
He was never one to grow close to others; he was orphaned as a foal, his mother slaughtered by a hunter and her last moments were of panic and fear. The loss of such a requisite in life made him pull a wall around him, and that only furthered by growing up alone. He was a reckless, tempestuous colt that grew into an even more reckless stallion who had flings with pretty mares, but never allowed them to get close.
It was an accident to end up with two daughters--definitely not a ‘love at first sight’ thing. He resisted change, resisted family. He wasn’t a great dad…but he never left them. Even though his wayward nature begged him to leave the herd and run free again. But, in time, that gentle mare Nuri wore down the walls around his heart and he was falling in love.
But it was too little, too late.
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The wind whipped through his hair, dragging invisible fingers through the rain-damp tangles, hooves coated with slickened mud as he squished further into the too-soft earth. Fool. What a damn fool he’d been. Brishen pinned his ears, nostrils flared, but try as he might to scent out his family, his mate, the only smells he caught were sloughed ash and old smoke and rain, rain, rain. Like the sky would never stop crying for those the flood had claimed. Those lives, however simple or complex they were, had been precious. He pressed his eyes shut, fighting back the sudden onslaught of burning tears, fighting back the urge to fall to his knees and bellow his rage, his pain…his guilt.
He’d lost them. Just when he was falling for that beautiful copper mare and her gentle, dreamy smile…she was ripped from him. Those walls so carefully structured around his heart after so long, the walls she’d worn down to touch his heart, they ached. They cried for her. His Nuri… He’d found her body, limp and sodden and had she died alone?
And their daughters. His daughters, mares who never asked for such a crappy father, who only ever wanted his love and support. Their names literally meant “love” and “hope” and he’d given them the cold shoulder. They were gone now too. Dead as well?
The first sob tore up his throat, quite possibly the first sob he’d uttered since he was a foal, since he found his mother dead and bloody, her eyes lifeless and horror-filled, and then…he’d been alone, so alone. Brishen bowed his head and his knees buckled, dropping him into the mud, but the pain was a welcome reprieve from the guilt, from the gnawing ache.
They were gone, right when he needed them most.
He's out there somewhere, isn't he?
Username: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Character name: Nadezhda - Russian for "hope." In Romani culture, it is Nadya, which will be her nickname. Temper: Forgiving Personality:The result of a supposed-to-be one night stand, Nadya is the youngest child in her small family. She is opinionated, headstrong, and has no problem with blunt honesty, though she tries to skirt around it if she feels it may hurt someone. Like her father, she's somewhat reckless in the sense of her lifestyle. Impulse drives most of her actions as opposed to careful planning. It was her mother, though, who instilled Nadya's morals.
Growing up, Nuri taught Nadya and Lyuba to love and forgive. This was no small task, considering their father's behaviors. He had his sweet moments, but many of her memories of him are angry and mean. However, with her mother's guidance, she learned to accept him and to love him through his temper fits.
Nadezhda was greatly influenced by her sister. Lyuba was sweet and thoughtful; she would never raise her voice or get upset with anyone, no matter how hurtful their words or actions had been. She was patient and kind, and Nadya admired her for those qualities, but she also saw how they could be exploited. For this reason, Nadya felt the need to protect her and to keep her nearby. They were extremely close, both as foals and as young adults.
This girl loves easily, and is fairly naive when it comes to stallions. She believes in love at first sight and that there is some good in everyone, at least a little. The way she saw it, there had to be. There had to be some love in everyone's hearts, even Brishen's.
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Bright eyes fluttered open in the dreary afternoon. The smell of burned wood was overwhelming, and yet it was horribly wet. Her ears rang and her eyes remained at a squint as they adjusted to the light. Her head pounded and she let out a groan before looking around. Not far from her, her beloved sister laid quietly. "Lyuba," she moaned. "Lyuba, wake up, something's happened." There was no response. Struggling to her feet, Nadezhda winced. Everything hurt. "Lyuba, get up. We have to find Mom."
After a few more moments of silence, the mare's breaths shortened. "Lyuba." Her voice became more stern. More urgent. "Ly, I'm not joking, get up." Nadya's eyes began to water as she walked closer. "Ly, this isn't funny." She nosed at the still mare, who was half-buried in mud. This time her voice was very soft. "Lyuba?" She shook as she stared at the mare, unable to breathe. Her chest became tight and her heart raced. Suddenly everything was becoming very real. Her sister's brown eyes stared straight ahead, unmoving and cold. Her head had several gashes in it, and her pale face was stained red.
Unable to control herself, Nadya fled in the other direction. Her soot and mud-caked pelt dripped as her agile legs carried her as fast as they could through the forest. Everything was numb. Everything but her chest - it was well aware of the tragedy the mare had just witnessed, and it ached immensely.
....and then they found each other again!
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His tears dried up at the sound of hoofbeats drawing closer and his ears flicked forwards, listening, his body suddenly tense. Would it be just another stranger--or dare he hope to see Lyuba running in his direction. Or Nadya? God… The idea of living without them now tore at him. He took in a short breath and the scent of flowers, faint but there, touched his heart, which began to thunder. He staggered to his feet, covered in mud, his knees scraped and bleeding. He knew that scent! “Nadya!” he shouted, voice hoarse from crying, surging forwards. God, please, if you have any mercy at all… “Nadezhda!”
Although she thought a familiar voice would be comforting, Nadya's heart sank at the sound of her father. Her feet stopped moving, but she continued to slide forward in the muddy ground. For a moment, she composed herself, getting ready to give him the horrible news. "Father... Ly..." She was unable to speak. Her voice seized and her breath became panicked. He would blame her, and she knew it. He would never forgive her. This was her fault. Lyuba was the good daughter, the keeper. It should be Lyuba standing here, not her. Her head rushing, she began to sob.
A cry caught in his throat, strangled as he slid forwards to greet her, pressing his head against his daughter’s forehead even as his body trembled, from emotion and exhaustion. “God, Nadya. My Nadya…” How would he even--how could he tell her that her own mother was dead--when in reality, she’d probably wish he was the one dead instead. He pressed his eyes shut. He deserved it. “I’m so glad you’re safe. I-I thought I’d lost you. I’m sorry…I’m a sorry excuse for a parent, and a foolish stallion.” His voice was roughened, weathered, but gentler than it had ever been in his life. His heart tightened. “Nadya…your mother…” He winced, pinning his ears in anguish. “She’s gone. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you if you want me to leave.”
The mare didn't know how to react to her father's welcome. He had never been like this before. After she told him of Lyuba, he'd surely again become the angry, hurtful stallion he'd always been. She nuzzled into him for a moment as her mind enveloped his words. Nadya's heart sank and she involuntarily pushed all of the air from her lungs after hearing of her mother. Her legs began to shake and she pushed back against him, using him to steady her weight. "Daddy," she whispered, her tears running onto his face which had become tightly molded to hers. "Ly's gone, too." Her breaths became sobs as she opened her eyes to look at him. "I tried to wake her, but she wouldn't get up. She just wouldn't." The trembles in her legs shuddered throughout her entire body now, waiting for the repercussions. She had failed Lyuba, and she had failed him. Ly and her mother were gone. And now she would be alone.
He knew… Somehow, as Nadya appeared to him, tearful and alone, he knew Lyuba was gone. The thought made him sick--that his daughter, so innocent and pure, a mare that didn’t deserve such a grisly ending, she was gone and his heart was hallowed. His tears began to fall, hot and blurring to mingle with Nadya’s own tears. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, taking in a shaky breath. “I--you were close, I know. This hurts, it all hurts…” He spun away, striking out a hoof at the ground, but it was anger at himself. His green eyes met his daughter’s and he looked tired, so tired. “It’s not your fault, Nadezhda. Don’t take that on,” he said, shaking his head. “This is no one’s fault. An accident, a horrible tragedy. “ He went quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say, how to make his past wrongs right. “I was going to ask your mother to lifemate me,” he said softly, brokenly. “I don’t want to lose you, Nadya.”
As her father's words fell hard on her heart, Nadya broke free from him and nearly fell. She looked into his eyes with sadness and regret, as if she were suddenly realizing something. "Daddy..." The mare looked down to a wet, soiled mane and bloody legs. "Daddy, it should've been us." Her heart broke as she said it, but she felt it to be true. "They never did anything wrong. We were the bad ones. We were the ones who were hard to deal with. Not them. They never did anything wrong. They didn't deserve this. They should be here, not us." Her throat hurt and her jaw trembled. "It's just us now... What do we do?"
A tremble worked through him at her words. “Don’t say that…” But…was she right? In a way, he couldn’t help but agree with her and it hurt. Gently, he nuzzled her, brushed damp bangs away from her face so he could look into eyes so much like his. “There’s nothing else we can do except learn from this. And grow. Nuri and Lyuba, they’d want us to move on. To be happy. We have to do that, for them. Okay? It’s just you and me now and we gotta stick together.” He took a step back, motioning for her to follow. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow. Everything I’ve done…or haven’t done. We can make this right--that’s what your mother would’ve wanted. I love you.”
Name: Miss Ethel Anne Special Markings: ORANGE! Coloring: ORANGE! Parents: Unknown, but may come with plots! Siblings: Unknown Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: As a foal, Ethel was snatched up by a white man and brought to a strange new land on a ship. There, she was pampered and covered in jewels and shown off by the two-leggers. Growing up, she wanted for nothing and was treated as royalty, which made sense because she was a part of the King's stables. There, she was one-of-a-kind. None of the other horses had scales or boned tails or horns or cloven hooves, and all of their colors were bland and earthy. She was, indeed, a rose among thorns, and she expected to be treated as such. Every so often, she would be paired off to a different male in the royal stables, which she simply didn't understand. None of them were up to her standards, and therefor were unworthy of fathering her young. Frustrated at the lack of offspring from the seemingly mythical mare, the king dubbed her infertile and sent her back to whence she came, calling her a "peace offering" to the brown-skinned folk in hopes of them in turn becoming more willing to share their land. As soon as she arrived to the Kawani Village, a place that seemed so familiar to her, the two-leggers loosed her into the world, something completely unfamiliar to the Kirin. Here, she wasn't unique or different. She wasn't special at all, and she wished greatly to go back to her royal home across the sea. Now, she wanders, unsure of what to do with her life. Here, there was no set schedule, nobody to brush her, nobody to feed her, nobody gawking. Here, she had no friends and nobody who cared about her. Ethel seemed to have fallen into quite the rut and it seemed that nothing could pull her out again. RP Color:Orchid RPs (Out of Order):
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Name: Nuclear Waste Special Markings: Boxy swirls along back, boxy swirls on legs, "flame" patterns on legs, cloven hooves, horn. Coloring: Black with purple and blue markings. Whitish mane and tail. Parents:Lyka Rockstar and Toxic Sludge Siblings:Acid Rock and Virulent Jailrock Mate:Althea Mating Agreement:Here Children: None Biography: Coming Soon RP Color:#833086 RPs (Out of Order):
Breedings 1. Reserved for Althea 2. Reserved for Althea 3. Reserved for Althea 4. Reserved for Althea
Name: Wallace Special Markings: Stripes along body, 'tribal' markings on face, white 'stockings' Coloring: Black, lime green, white. Purple orchids Parents:Haborym and Etnel (deceased) Half-Siblings:Midori Mate:Isa Mating Agreement:Here Children: None Biography: Wallace hates two-leggers. Hates. A two-legger bound his mouth with the blasted muzzle he's forced to wear almost always. Sometimes he'll manage to slip out of it or sneak away while the two-legger removes it so he can eat, but otherwise he's stuck. This means he's usually silent, with only grunts and angry looks as replies to others speaking. When he's out of his muzzle he's an entirely different stallion. He's curious, smart, and actually somewhat friendly for being half Kalona. He cannot eat Soquili meat, as it makes him sick, and he finds great distaste in killing what you aren't going to use. At one point he was greatly proud of his Kalona blood, but something in his past changed that forever. Before the Soquili Lands Wallace was born to a Kalona father and a Unicorn mother. The Unicorn was merely his father's "pet." He'd had many, but this mare was by far his favorite. The kalona was like many: very proud of his lineage. However, Wallace's father was into... Experimenting. He'd tried to mix his pure blood with that of others to create a super race. When all of his tries had resulted in nothing but a weaker race than his, he was ready to give up. And then came Wallace. He had the build of a Kalona with a dagger-like weapon that had the possibility of healing others attached to his skull. It could be perfect. However, Wallace was raised by a kind, loving mother who had taught him not to harm others. This was a problem for his Kalona father. Wallace was desperate to prove himself worthy of the blood he'd been given by his father, and would do almost anything to do so. His father knew this well and used it to his advantage. One day in his young adulthood Wallace was given a command by the Kalona. He was to find, kill, and eat the living thing that meant most to him. Reluctantly, the Unikalona did so. He found his mother one foggy day and took her by surprise. She greeted him with a smile. He cried as he killed her and began to eat her flesh. This made him the sickest he'd ever been, and it was evident that the meat of another Soquili couldn't be eaten by him. Wallace's father nearly killed the halfbreed, but allowed him to escape with his life. As Wallace fled, he heard his father hollering about how useless he was. He was even more useless, it was said, than his wingless, fangless sisters. Finding Home Wallace traveled for years to find anyone who may look like him. He found nothing but frustration and loneliness. Finally, after an eternity of wandering, he discovered the Soquili lands. And with it, many Soquili who looked like him. However, none of them were wingless, fangless mares. A few more years passed of just wandering, until one day he found what he was looking for. A mare named Midori accepted him happily into her teepee. She looked exactly as Wallace's father had described one of his mares, but without the feathered wings. He acted as friendly as he knew how toward the Soquili there, but didn't really like the two-legger who took care of them. It fashioned a muzzle to put on the stallion's face to ensure he wouldn't be of any harm to anyone. He never got to tell Midori about their father and what had happened. But it was okay; he was home. RP Color:Light green RPs (Out of Order):[FIN] Wallace and Isa, Trying Something New (Wallace and Isa)
Breedings 1. Reserved for Isa 2. Reserved for Isa 3. Reserved for Isa 4. Reserved for Isa 5. Reserved for Isa
Name: Cooper Special Markings: "Paint", striped horn Coloring: Pale yellow, white, baby pink Mate: None Children:Gogol, Latcho Churi, Risti Biography: Cooper came from a herd in the desert. It's very much tight-knit, and also very strict. However, once the youngest are old enough, they are sent from the herd to venture forth and find new blood; mates. It's nearly unheard of for members of the herd to just not return. For some, they're back within months, others years. With or without a significant other. As long as they've at least tried, they're accepted with open hooves. Cooper is a fairly young stallion. His parents kept him longer than they should have, but let him venture forth eventually. He's been away from the herd for about a year now, and he's yet to find a mate. But he doesn't even care. The thrill of all of the new sights he's seen and adventures he's been on makes everything else unimportant. Even if he were to find a mate, he probably wouldn't go back to his herd. He was teased for his feminine appearance there by his siblings and his peers, and it just wasn't a fun place for him to be. But here? Here, there are trees and grass and rivers and lakes! There are no sand storms, no scorching heat that couldn't be escaped, and everyone seems to be so much more inviting. Eventually, I would like for him to meet someone he can bring home to visit the folks. I highly doubt he'd stay very long, as he enjoys traveling the world too much. RP Color:Bold Pink Breeding Agreement:Here RPs (Out of Order):Cooper and Oksana, Cooper and Operetta, Cooper Self, Cooper and Gogol
Breedings - Actively Looking 1. Used with Rinkini 2. Available 3. Available 4. Available 5. Available
Name: Calla Special Markings: Black swirls Coloring: Pale green, white, black Parents: Have to find them Siblings: Need to find them too Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: Calla is a very laid back Soquili. He's trusting to a fault, almost always happy, and just couldn't be brought down from his cloud if you tried. He loves flowers, adores his family, and hasn't met anyone he didn't like. He's fairly feminine in his love for beautiful things, but he does not take a huge amount of pride in his appearance. Although he has wings, he is missing the second set that allows for full flight. He can fly, just not very high, not very far, and not for an extended period. So if you're looking for a companion for your winged Soquili so they can go on flights together, he's not the best candidate. Should he mate, he will be very family-oriented, as that's how he was raised. He will not mate and run, nor will he accept it if his partner were to do that to him. Mating is not a matter of fun for this boy. RP Color:Pale Green RPs (Out of Order): Eiryn
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Name: Batibat Lili Name Origin: She was named for a demon who is protector of the forest. Special Markings: Green cheetah print Coloring: Pink with lime green markings Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: Batibat Lili is named for a demon of the forest. Being a Kirin-Kalona hybrid, she isn't exactly all there. She strongly believes to be protector of the forest, and anyone who tries to harm a living thing in it will pay. Although she does allow and understand the necessary eating of berries and small game, plant-stompers beware. Any unnecessary death or destruction of the foliage and wildlife is seen as a personal attack to her, and of course her forest. When she's not grumbling about a stomped-on sapling and trying to nurse it back to health, she's usually putting injured forest animals out of their misery and consuming them or warding off "evil spirits." The mass drought, forest fires, and floods from the Rebirth Event have all left her basically shattered. She's gone into overdrive, constantly using her spaded tail to dig shelters for homeless animals and speaking to her charred trees in an attempt to comfort them and promote healing. The lack of sleep has caused small hallucinations, mostly of fires which she tries to stomp out, but in her mind she fails, which causes panic attacks which induce heavy anger toward any onlookers. RP Color:Lime Green RPs (Out of Order):
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Name: Cenotaph Name Meaning: A cenotaph is a grave marker for a body that either has not been found or is buried some place else. Special Markings: Everything about her is special! Coloring: White, Olive, Black Parents:Copena Jolon and Hard Tack Siblings:Hadriel, Pripyat, Olearius, Kyshtym, Entropy Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: Cenotaph was born to a caring family, however odd it may be. Although her parents cared for her greatly, and the best way they knew how. Cen never quite felt comfortable with her surroundings. Daddy was big and scary and Mommy had spirits, or perhaps ghouls, surrounding her at all times. As a foal she dreaded waking up, but she was too afraid of the sounds of the night to sleep. Because of this, she would only sleep during the day, when her big brother Hadriel was by her side to protect her. Growing up, the filly was always in pain. "Haddy, my back hurts," she would whine. The protrusions beginning to lift from her spine seemed to become more and more evident as the days went by until they tore through her skin to reveal a small graveyard. With the tombstones came a rather unwelcome guest. A being, small and dark, not unlike the ones accompanying Cenotaph's mother, began to lurk among the stones. She didn't know where it had come from, but it seemed to have come from within her, just as the graveyard had. In an instant it would find its way to one of the openings in her hide and crawl beneath her skin. The wretched thing twisted her face with pain and its words sent sharp pleas screeching from her lips as tears rolled down her face. Because of this, Cenotaph is mostly a solitary creature. Her heart of gold never gets to show through and her hefty pride would never allow her to ask for help. It seems as if she'll forever be a tormented soul. RP Color:Olive RPs (Out of Order): Finding My way (Chista Wakan Catori), Group RP, Sharmila
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Name: Gogol Name Meaning: She was named for Gogol Vir, patron saint of all snakes Special Markings: Little skull right beneath her scales~ Coloring: Cream, Tan, Pink Parents:Rinkini and Cooper Siblings:Latcho Churi and Risti Mate: None Mating Agreement:Legion Children: None Biography: Gogol was born to a gypsy-daughter and an adventurer in the Twisted Tunnel. As a foal she was horrified of her tail and of her mother's nightmares. She heard voices and had unexplained fears throughout her childhood, which carried on to her adult life. At one point she recognized the voice as belonging to the little horror connected to her spine and that only made her fear it more. Although as an adult she's leaned toward her grandmother's Roma lifestyle, she still heavily relies on her father's family values. RP Color:#DEB887 RPs (Out of Order):
Breedings 1. Legion 2. Hadriel 3. Available 4. Available
Name: Chista Wakan Catori Name Meaning: Fair Star Spirit in several Native American languages Special Markings: She's got a cloudy texture to her, and if you look at her chest very closely, she's got a star mark on her chest from the Wishing Star Coloring: Black, Gray Parents: Deceased Siblings: Deceased Mate: None Mating Agreement: Whenever this happens Children: None Biography: Chista awoke one night to a horrible panic. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see, and couldn't think. She dug her way out of the earth, only to find herself alone and covered in mud. Around her, there were others making wishes to a brilliant star and leaving offerings. She thought it was quite a peculiar thing to do. Disoriented and confused, she examined the surroundings more closely. One mare in particular stood out to her. She was panicked and screaming about some beast tormenting her. Immediately and impulsively, Chista followed her to make sure she was okay. At this point, Cenotaph told her about her wish, and about how she must have come from the star. Nothing else seemed to make sense, and so Chista accepted it as true. She did not remember the family she had lost, or the reason she had traveled to the Wishing Star's altar. And she never will. RP Color:#010101 RPs (Out of Order): Finding My way (Cenotaph)
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Name: Gromit Gender: Male Bonded To: Wallace Species: Mutant Fox Breeding Availability: *always* open! Offspring: -------------With Aria: -----------------------Grimace, Spook, Quartz, Wallace, Laurel
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Midori Recustom!
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Edit Category: Heavy Soquili Species: Regular Body Build: Regular Gender: Female Starting Stage: Adult Concept Origin: • Original Character
WIP Needed? I'd like one please
~*~ Colors & Markings ~*~ Body: Black. True black, please. Her current black is more of a dark grey. D: Lime green stockings, as in her original, black hooves. I want fluffy fetlocks please! Also, her biohazard sigh, of course! Face: Green eyebrows, green eyes that are glowing. I want SFX glow. Like radium. That is how they were supposed to be in her original form but it got left out. Mane: I do not want a premade mane, please. It should be voluminous and long, but it should be straight. Please see her Dad and Brother. When I say volume, I want oomph! It should stay the same color, lime green and black, but maybe with a touch of gray? She's getting old, after all! And like I said, i'd like it long please, and I would like for it to taper into a braid at the ends, which should lay around her feet. Please see the edit ref. Tail: Long and fluffy and straight like her mane please. No braid for her tail. Hooves/Fetlocks: Just. Super fluffy and pretty and guuuh. <3 Reference Image(s):Midori original!, Midori uncert, Midori edit ref ~*~ Physical Traits ~*~ Other Notes: This is a recustooom~
~*~ Accessories & Edits ~*~ Trading Post Items: None please. I also do not want the standard dream catcher necklace. Custom Items: I would like a bucket of green apples by her feet. Either standing or on its side with apples pouring out. But they must be green apples, no red please. I would also like some apple blossoms in her mane. White only, no pink please. Reference Image(s) for Items: Apple barrel~, Apple Blossom
~*~ Tag Specifics ~*~ Name of horse: Midori Owner: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Breed: Spirited Temper: Optimistic Mate: None Tag Background: CC Tag
Celest Soquli
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.:Wind Soquili:. Colorist wanted: Any~ Name of horse: Celest Owner: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Gender: Female Temper: Serene Breed: Leap Year Nikko Description: Mane/Tail: Hair Style I'd like the mane to look like the previous picture, minus the tiara. I'd like the tail to be curly like that, and I'd like them to be black with gold jewels/sparkles in them. Body: See reference image for wings, coloring, markings, etc. I would, however, prefer there be less gold sparkles. If I could get a wingless version of her (to show her hip marking only, not for RP purposes) as well, that would be woonderful. <3 Jewelry: This necklace, but instead of the diamonds, I'd prefer black jewels. Fancy bracelet to match necklace. Wings: I don't know which template I'd like you to use yet. I'm leaning toward the original, but if something looks better, I'd totally be willing to go for that. =D Reference Image: Celest Reference Image Which stage you want them to start as?: Adult Default accessory color?: No Default Accessories. Tag Frame color: Gold Tag Feather color: Gold and black Edits: See Mane/Tail and jewelry. Aaaand. Add some pretty hoof floof too, please. =D Feel free to change anything if you feel it would look better. You've got a bit of freedom with the hair style, as I trust you. =P
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Soquili's Name: Celaenoa (After a harpy from Greek Mythology with a little twist to not confuse her with the commander.) Gender: Female Temper: Crude
Personality of Soquili: Cel is nrever afraid to say what's on her mind. Ever. It doesn't matter who's around, how inappropriate it is, or how it makes her look. If someone doesn't like it, they don't have to stick around. She's incredibly protective of her father (who had left the flock to mate with a non-harpy and took her with him) and if anyone will do anything it takes to make sure nobody tries to soil his name, and has even made up stories to make him look better. She's very hot-tempered, and is likely to get in both physical and verbal tiffs. She isn't entirely sure why she's returned to the flock, but she feels at home with others of her kind. Celaenoa is certain that her mother is still amont them, she just doesn't know who it is. Or if she's even chosen the right flock in the first place.
Backstory: Cel was born to two full blooded harpies. As her father was considered to be one of the top choices genetically, she had many, many siblings. Most of them were half, but her mother seemed to be unable to find another stallion that produced as quick-witted and beautiful offspring as Cel's father had. So she mated with him more than once. Her father, though in high demand, didn't understand why the mare kept coming to him. He thought, perhaps, that maybe she could like him as more than a lowly stallion. However, the mare was a hard, brutal thing, and rejected him immediately, while still seducing him for his genes. As the stallion grew older, the number of mares seeking his seed lessened, and that one mare laughed at him if he even tried. Upset and spiteful, he took Cel in the middle of the night and left the flock. The mare was outraged, of course. She hunted for the stallion, and him and Cel hid day and night from her. Cel never knew why. As little Celaenoa grew older, she became more and more like her mother; rigid and crude, seeming to care only for herself and treating the male as a tool. The stallion grew sick of the lack of feeling in his daughter, and left her when he met a grounded mare who he felt truly cared for him. His harpy daughter was disgusted, but secretly heartbroken that her father and her only friend had left her. She seeked out her flock, and after months of searching, finally found home.
Future Plots: Finding Mother In this plot, Cel would attempt to find her mother. She doesn't quite remember her from her childhood, but she'd like to know what she's like, or why her father felt driven from the herd because of her. When she discovers the truth of her father's "cowardice," as she sees it, she would dislike her father and stop trying to protect him.
"Teenage" Angst Celaenoa will at first feel overwhelmed in the flock. She'll learn how the herd works, feel that it's unfair to the males, and leave, disgusted with the mares. However, after a few nights alone in the forest, she'll return, feeling that this life style is much better than what she had growing up.
My Pet After learning how the flock functions, Celaenoa will want her own little 'pet,' as it were. She'll grab the first untaken male that she sees, and keep him around for a while. She'll mate with him (unsuccessfully) and end up falling for him. However, she'll never admit her feelings and discard this stallion just as quickly as she'd picked him up. She's likely to never settle down.
You Don't Know Me This plot will take place at the same time as "My Pet." In this plot, she'll find a friend in one of her sisters, and confide in them. They'll judge her, and tell her she has feelings for the lowly stallion she's been using. They'll most likely tease her, and Cel will become angry and fight with the mare (either verbally or physically), breaking their friendship. Nobody will see her as weak or inferior if she can help it.
What Have I Done? In this plot, Cel will mate with multiple stallions, one of them being inferior. (She sees anyone of non-harpy blood inferior. She wishes to breed with pureblood or at least half-harpies only.) When she becomes pregnant, she'll have no idea who the father is, and will be worried that her children will be shunned. Not by others, but by herself. The outcome of this will depend on the other Soquili involved, and how well the stallions' owners will be able to plot/RP this out. In any case, she'll find the inferior male she's been with, and scold him for what he's done. If they do end up being his, she'll make him raise them and insist nobody help him.
Same Old Song and Dance Cel becomes much like her mother for this plot. For her last two breedings, she'll (hopefully, if it works) bed down with the same stallion, feeling that his genes are superior to the others in the flock. Either he'll fall for her, or she'll fall for him, and the one with feelings will be rejected.
Physical description: White pelt, green hue to the shading. Kind of like a glowy feel, y'know? All four feet clawed, as she's full blooded. Claws pale yellow in color, pale yellow swirls going up legs. Peacock tail, feathers alternating from green inside to blue outside (see ref. images). Top/beggining of tail pale yellow like claws. I'd honestly like to see a custom tail. I do like the flowy feeling of the peacock tail, though, and would prefer a soft, flowing tail as opposed to a rigid, hard-lined one. You may add hair as well if you see fit. Regular Hippogryph mane, feathers alternating from green inside to blue outside (see ref. images). Top/beginning of mane pale yellow like claws. I'd also like a custom mane. I really, really enjoy long and flowy and elegant. Bright pink eyes. Not quite magenta. Not necessarily. If you feel something that would fit more nicely or look better, you can absolutely change it. Pale yellow nose strip (If it looks appropriate/all right. If it looks goofy, scratch this part.) I want her decorative leg wings to be like the wings in the reference image, except instead of the rigid white things, I'd like feathers to match her hair. I'd like them to be connected by chains that match her necklace I would like the necklace shown in the reference images. If the chain were a pale yellow/gold that is similar (but not completely matching) her markings, that'd be great.
Reference pictures (optional): Clicky thumbnails~ - overall look. (I was too lazy to do aaaaall the feathers. XD) - Look of the feather hair/tail - Necklace - Wings. See modifications in her physical description
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Edit Category: Minor-Moderate Soquili Species: Regular Body Build: Draft (No Roman nose bump, please) Gender: Female. =) Starting Stage: Adult Concept Origin: My brain. XD WIP Needed? Nod needed, but liked.
~*~ Colors & Markings ~*~ Body: Colored like a Clydesdale~ <3 I'd like her to have half a heart somewhere on her pelt. It shouldn't be very noticeable unless you're looking for it. Face: Still goin' with that clydesdale look. (Different picture) Mane: Something short-medium in length. Either same color than the body, or darker. Maybe even black. Not templated, custom please. I'd like it to be straight, or perhaps braided. I dunno. Use some of your creative magic on that. XD Tail: Once again, short-medium length. Should match the mane. Hooves/Fetlocks: I would loooove floofy fetlocks. The templated ones don't really do it for me. Reference Image(s): Overall appearance 1, Overall appearance 2
~*~ Physical Traits ~*~ Horn(s): None Wings: None Fins: None Scales: None Pelt: None? (Assuming this is for Skinwalkers) Other Notes: Nope~
~*~ Accessories & Edits ~*~ Trading Post Items: None Custom Items: I'd like a necklace. An adjustable wrench tied to a string as seen in the reference images. This is very near and dear to me, so I'd like it to look exactly as in the photos. It's a dainty little thing, not something huge that should take up the entire chest area. Reference Image(s) for Items: One, Two, Three
~*~ Tag Specifics ~*~ Name of horse: Brooke Ashley Owner: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Breed: Clydesdale (If this is taken, just stick it as Spirited or something) Temper: Protective Mate: None Tag Background: Whatever Matches Tag frame color: CC Tag feather color(s): CC
Edit Category: Minor-Moderate Soquili Species: Regular Body Build: Draft (No Roman nose bump, please) Gender: Male Starting Stage: Adult Concept Origin: My brain. XD WIP Needed? Nod needed, but liked.
~*~ Colors & Markings ~*~ Body: Colored like a Clydesdale~ <3 I'd like him to have the other half of a heart that was mentioned on his sister. So it should be in relatively the same place. Once again, not very noticeable unless looking for it, please. Face: Still goin' with that clydesdale look. (Different picture) Mane: Something short-medium in length. Either same color than the body, or darker. Maybe even black. Not templated, custom please. I'd like it to be straight, or perhaps braided. I dunno. Use some of your creative magic on that. XD Tail: Once again, short-medium length. Should match the mane. Hooves/Fetlocks: I would loooove floofy fetlocks. The templated ones don't really do it for me. Reference Image(s): Overall appearance 1, Overall appearance 2
~*~ Physical Traits ~*~ Horn(s): None Wings: None Fins: None Scales: None Pelt: None? (Assuming this is for Skinwalkers) Other Notes: Nope~
~*~ Accessories & Edits ~*~ Trading Post Items: None Custom Items: For this one, I'd like the same charm as on the necklace in the female's form, but I'd like for it to be tied to his leg as a bracelet of sorts. The string should still be thin, the wrench should still be fairly dainty. Once again, this is an important piece to me, so it should be as close to the pictures as possible. Reference Image(s) for Items: One, Two, Three
~*~ Tag Specifics ~*~ Name of horse: Don't know yet XD Owner: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Breed: Clydesdale (If this is taken, just stick it as Spirited or something) Temper: Don't know Mate: None Tag Background: Whatever Matches Tag frame color: CC Tag feather color(s): CC
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