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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:12 pm
This thread is for Kesmi and WNC... They'll be rping a soquili named Shihab, a basket that has been named Andre and WNC's indian persona, Tigerlily.   I don't have a pic of Tigerlily, the indian persona just yet. ^.^;;.. But here is the rp! It was a beautiful day out at the village and everyone was out doing their chores which considered this and that.. whatever it may be. Soon, there was a young little girl who goes by the name of Tigerlily because she is always wearing a band of Tigerlilies in her hair. She smiled as she felt her long black hair moved due to the wind. She looks around as she began to walk onto the path that leads out of the village. She has her usual wooden indian flute around her neck, which she is also known for. "Such a gorgeous day for a walk." She said outloud to herself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:28 pm
*Wing outstretched at his sides, the air currents pulling at them, telling him to go higher, go faster. A course cry came from the barer of the wings as he dove and spiraled through the air over a vast open field unwilling to go any higher then just below the clouds. A sandy colored mane and tail waved behind the dark colored stallion as he flew over head upon tri-colored wings. Diving again, the stallions golden gaze seemed to keep an eye upon a small woven bundle nested in the long grass. Oh it was good to fly again, after the time with his mate and barer of his children. The silver mare who held his heart and he loved her dearly. Looking away from teh bundle he arced back up toward the clouds, strong wings taking him higher to vanish. He was trusting the long grass to shelter his basketed child from any harm that would befall a foal unsheltered.*
*Warmed by the sun that hung above and sheltered from any winds by the long grass was a small white and multi colored woven basket. One woven by a master weaver of sorts, even if that weaver was only a 14 year old native who lived on her lonesome and away from all other natives besides trading for food and supplies. The basket wobbled a little as the occupent within shifted it's stiff limbs, hoping to be released from its enclosure soon. The warmth from teh sun made it seem unbaribly warm inside, but the shade from the long grass balanced it out, letting the young newborn drift into slumber awaiting for teh scent of its father to return.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:33 pm
Tigerlily continues to walk when she had heard flapping of wings and then looked towards the sky to see what was flying nearby. She then began to play her flute, hoping to draw whatever was flying and was nearby. She flicks her hair to behind her ear, to listen for anything out of the ordiniary. "Hmm.. I think that was an winged soquili... But who could it be? I know it is not Snowlily since she lives in the mountains..." She said outloud while looking around, getting close to the tall grass as she didn't know that there could be snakes or a basket.. or whatever.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:45 pm
*The wind whistled in his ears, but the soft sounds of a flute reached his keen hearing. Looping over just above the clouds, he seemed to hover loking down toward teh ground. Pulling his wings in close he dove to only flare them out once more. Hovering closer to the ground he watched the strange human that was stepping closer toward his hidden brood. Ears twitched, flattening back a little, he went forward to land mere feet from the human, placing him above the basket. Tail twitching behind her, the black and gold splashed stallion watched the human with careful eyes. He seemed to barely trust anyone, but his own human back home and Dao, his lion companion... For the moment he would watch this human, his wings half open just incase he needed to look bigger then what he really was.*
*A soft yipe and yelp came from the woven bundle as the soft sound of foot steps carme closer, waking the young life within. The harder thump, came when daddy landed once more, it wasn't as soft as he normally landed, but then again, something must had spured him to land harder to give the impression of something... Young Andre had to wonder what had brought daddy back to teh ground when it soulded like he was having much fun in the air... The young mind had to wonder if it too would fly as well... Only time would tell that tale...*
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:53 pm
Hearing the loud flapping of wings, she suddenly looked up and gasped. ".. I'm so sorry if I disturbed you, sir.. I really didn't mean to do anything." She looked around to see if she was around to bump into anything. She gasped when she saw the basket then looks at him. "... Is that yours? If so.. I didn't mean to go near it... I wouldn't harm the baby inside, sir. I give you my tigerlily promise." She had hoped Spira, her white tiger lion cub had followed her.. She looked behind her to see if she indeed did follow her but she sighed when she didn't see her. She then looks up at the stallion with a soft but frightened smile.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 4:02 pm
*The stallion pawed at the ground a little lowering his head a little, wings folding at his sides to look a little less threatening. He didn't understand the human, but the subtle aura coming from the human felt of fear. Turning his head to one side, watching the human with a single gold eye, he raised his head back up again. A snort came from him, a soft one, but a snort none the less. Keen eyes still watched the human as she had apparently noticed the weaving that he was protecting. Giving a small nod he moved a little to nudge teh baske, making sure that it was still alright. Satisfied he turned back toward the human, wondering what she was doing way out here, but... Sadly unable to ask such questions.*
*A soft 'coo' like sound came from the basket as it was nudged, Signifying that it was alright and that the little one was alright within it. A small nose poked at the small gaps in the weaving as it trying to get the scent of what was outside its enclosure, what its father was standing a little aggitated and snorted at. Oh the shame of it, being placed in such a weaving for a period of time.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 4:06 pm
The girl watched the stallion and the basket, not sure of what to do. She digs into her pouch which is used to store food and weapons. She takes out an apple and then looks at him. "... Are you hungry for some food, sir?" How she longed to know his name. His coat is so gorgeous and sparkly to her. She had hoped to find a soquili that wasn't owned and longed for an owner like her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 4:19 pm
*Shihab as he was deemed looked at the human and canted his head to one side as she reached into a pouch. He pulled his head back a little as she had withdrawn an apple from it. Food, was that all that these humans coudl think of when they met one of his kind? Food? Was it their way of gaining trust? Sure he would most likely take the read fruit, but he certainly wouldn't cme to trust a human so easily as a foal just out of its basket would. Shakign his head, tossing his mane over his neck a little before stretching his neck out. Sniffing at teh offered morsel, but only pulled his head back again. He wasn't hunger and treats weren't his way of gaining true trust. Nudging teh basket that was beneath him toward where there was dirt where he left it at teh edge of the grass to stand on the path. There, with a hoof he etched out a name, most likely his own... Shihab.*
*A soft whinny came from within the basket as it was pushed along the grass. Small blads pushed themselves through the tightly woven bottem to tickle at its frail limbs. For being confined it sure was fun sometimes when one was being pushed around. Whinnying again, the young foal pouted when all came to a halt again. Sighing softly, it laid its head back down on it's folded legs to slumber again, until there was something else to listen to then the strange sounds of a strange two legged creature.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 4:32 pm
Tigerlily looks down at the words after he had turned down her offer of food. She frowns and then nodded at him. "Hi, Shihab... You are so gorgeous.. " She curseys and said, "I am called Tigerlily... Your basket is so beautiful... " She wonders how to gain the trust of this stallion as she watches him with a close eye. She perked up and then began to play her flute, a melody that is known as a lulliby to little children and foals.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 5:07 pm
*Shaking his head a little he looked toward the basket as he skuffed up the first writting with a hoof. Soon replacing it with another name, Andre... He had just written the 'e' when the human had started playing the flute, shaking his head again, he thought that it must have been good for foals, or something. Ears turning back he shied away from the human a little as his wings flared at his sides a little revealing their bold tri-colors of gold, black and indigo. Faning them out a little he flapped them, picking up a little dust, making the long grass wave much like the seas that lay far from where they were... Settling he watchng the humn, she did seem nice enough, but being nice was one thing, being trustful was another and it was rare to find both together in the same person, his owner was one of them rare two leggeds he's known.
[[ Edited ]]Stepping around the srange human that was playing the flute. Stoping behind her, he reached out and nudged her a little. Not enough to knock her over, but rather a soft pat with his nose. It seemed as if he were testing to see what the reaction would be. Knowing from past experiances that most would take it the wrong way and strike, losing their kind look for one of anger. Shihab wanted to see how this one would react... If she took it well... Then perhaps? This one would be one to trust?*
*The sound of the flute seemed to ease the mind of the young life within the basket as it made young Andre fall asleep. A deeper sleep then it would have imagined having earlier with all the noise and commotion outside its basket. Still there was the ever alert ear on its father's silent reactions. It seemed that teh older stallion was taking it all harder then the young Andre was... Strange it was, but Shihab had all right to be wary of the human with Andre about...*
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:32 pm
Tigerlily was playing her flute with her eyes closed when she felt the nudge from behind her. She squealed loudly and turns around with a smile. "Shihab, you are so silly." She giggles as she reaches out and rubs his forehead in a lovingly way like she does with her own soquilis, giving them love that they so richly deserve. "You are so sweet and kind. I'm not scared of you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:56 pm
*A snort like laugh came from Shihab as he pulled his head away from her hand to 'prance around behind her to tug gently at her hair as he did his own human. Momentarily forgetting about Andre's basket that lay at the path side. Stretching his wings, Shihab stopped kidding around and stood before the human, lowering his head down to her eye level. It really wasn't all that often he had come across a human that wasn't his own or without someone that actually knows the human. This was really all new to the new father. Turning away he stepped over toward the basket nudging it a little, before looking back at the human. Wondering what she really thought of the basket... It was his first with his mate, he had to wonder what she was currently up to.*
*Little Andre wobbled in its basket, trying to catch someone's attention. Anyone's attention at least. It felt lonely off by itself as its father played with a strange two legged creature... Then again, it had to wonder what this creature was and if it would be bonded with one like its father. Whinnying softly he attracted its father back over and seemed to 'coo' as he nudged its basket, settling the young foal... Dreaming about the world outside it's enclosure.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:09 pm
Tigerlily giggled and laughed while she watched him prance around her before seeing him stop right by his basket. She smiled and nodded softly. "Yes, Shihab. I really do love your basket. Your foal will be the most gorgeous in the valley." She bends down and smiled softly at the basket. "Hey, cutie.. Don't be too long in there now.. I bet you are sweet and gorgeous just like your papa."
She then began to play a lively tune with her flute, wondering what the basket would do. She winks at Shihab to let him know that it is quite safe to play music for the foal.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:36 pm
*Andre yiped in its basket at the sudden sounds of another near his woven inclosure. Bouncing a little, its basket nearly falling over onto it's side, creating a mess of legs inside until righted again, but the sound of the flute was starting to make it's young mind spin. Young Andre hoped to understand all this when the day came it could set hoof upon the ground instead of always laying on the padded bottom of its basket.*
Shihab had to nod to the human as he lifted his head back up. Looking about the area, he thought he might have heard something, but merely shook it off, stretching his large wings again. Showing off the tri colors that graced them. After a moment he folded them again, lowering his head to nudge the human again, playfully, feeling foalish as he backed away a little, his long sandy tail twitching behind him. He thought of taking the flute, but wished not to brake it...*
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:41 pm
Tigerlily looked up at him with a smile before helping the baskets right side up with the lid still on. She chuckled and says, "You are still a foal more ways than one, aren't you?" She plays her flute playfully as she looks at him, winking at him. Her black silky hair flew like it was a flowing river behind her as she stood up, starting to dance.
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