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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:35 pm
The Nightmare Begins...
Diabetia was abandoned as a foal and was found by Plague who did to her exactly what he plans on doing to his own children as they are growing up. He raised her, teaching her most of the tricks that she knows while making certain to remind her at every turn that she was more of a lackey to him than anything of true importance. She, hating the servitude and desiring independence, finally managed to escape his grasp, bringing her to the Soquili lands.
To Plague she is no more than a pretty posession but she is HIS posession. Famine and disease brought him from the land that they had once called 'home' to, ironically enough, the lands that Dia had arrived in only months before.
Their reunion was not sweet. From the moment he found her she was his once again; lackey, servant, slave and mistress based on whatever whim he may have felt. After one particular moment of 'Plague gets what Plague wants' Dia finds herself with foal and this is but one of the results...
Contest Opens: Monday, May 21st 12:30 AM CST
Contest Closes: Friday, May 25th 11:59 PM CST
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:35 pm
Rules // Because Even Chaos Needs Them Sometimes
1. If the only reason why you're entering this contest is because you want a kalona to stick in your sig... This contest is not for you. Now, if you're interested in getting a kalona and RPing it? This contest should be right up your alley.
2. Cuter, Skye, and Tweekend are judging this contest. Yes, this means that they're in charge. No, they cannot be bribed.
3. Any questions that you may have can be posted in this thread where they will be answered as soon as possible. If, for some reason, you don't feel comfortable asking your question in the thread please PM CuterThanYou.
4. No whining, guilt-trips or complaints. This is, above all, for fun... And evil. Lots and lots of evil. twisted
5. This basket is the offspring of a kalona and a mutant. It is expected that this foal (and the adult it grows into) have tendancies towards evil as it is the nature of a kalona to be evil. It is also the nature of the father to be evil even though he is not a kalona.
6. Thee foals will be surrounded by evil from birth and should be roleplayed as such. Please, please, please, no Happy-Rainbow-Sunshine-Daisies entries. I reserve the right to laugh out loud at any entries of the H.R.S.D. nature.
7. The Contest Basket is not to be co-owned or given away to friend or anyone else. Kind of defeats the purpose of RPing for it, ya know? >_>;
8. Last but not least, make sure you follow the Gaia TOS and the Soquili shop rules.
HAVE FUN!!!
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:39 pm
Prompts // The Things We Need You To Respond To You are only required to respond to one prompt. You may respond to both of them if you would like to. We're not going to stop you. Once your response is posted please do not edit it. One of our judges is Guild Crew and she will be able to check to see whether or not you have done so. Anyone caught editing will be disqualified.
This basket contains a colt (boy).Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts? Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:45 pm
Questions // Because.... I like to Pretend I Know Everything? xD;Q. What are the genders of all the baskets?
A. The white basket with black stripes (contest basket) is a colt. The Lollipop basket is a colt as well (named Taint), and the black basket with white markings is a filly (named Torment).
Q: Sometimes with entries like this we're given permission to "puppet" the parents for the purposes of the entry only. Is this allowed? I doubt I'd use it, but I wanted to clarify nonetheless.
A. Yes, you are welcome to 'puppet' Dia or Plague in your RPs, if need be. I would appreciate that their characters keep the same personalities that I've made for them, and a good example of how they act can be found in their Reunion roleplay.
Q: Will the winner have to pay for the basket? If so, how much? I'd like to know how much to keep by in case I win.
A. No, I paid for the bribe breeding myself, and the winner of the contest shall receive the basket as a free prize. <3
Q: Are we allowed to name the colt/stallion for the purposes of the prompt?
A. Yes, you're more than welcome to. (It might make things a bit easier, actually!)
Q: If we plan on doing BOTH Prompts, do we have to post them together in the same post, or can we do them in seperate posts?
A: Yes, please do. This will help us read everything as a whole rather than as two seperate entries. If you entered before this question was asked then you are allowed to enter the second prompt seperately if you wish to do so.Skye wuz here.*gnaws on the Skye who wuz here**smooshes Cuter with luv**is smooshed* x__x
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:59 pm
*Posts because she can and loves on* heart evil
Good luck to everyone participating <3
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 11:57 pm
Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
The stallion was his father's son, there wasn't a doubt about it. He had been taught by his father and was owned by his father. There was no trust, no loyalty and no care between them, at least that was how he saw it. He would obey his father but he would never be loyal to him.
He had only met his mother a couple of times before and not one of the meetings had been nice. His mother hated him and so he hated her back. She left him and his siblings with his father. He wasn't sure that Plague was much of a father though as a father wouldn't turn their kids into possessions. It didn't matter though, his mother would have known what his father was like but yet she still left them. She deserved to be punished.
The stallion snorted and walked through the forest shaking the thoughts from his head, he hadn't seen his mother for so long he doubted he would see her again but then one never knew what tomorrow could bring.
He moved slowly through the forest, he was in no rush and wanted to meet someone, anyone. He wanted a fight. Fighting was fun, it was a time where he could imagine he wasn't fighting a poor soquili but his father, he could pretend that he was slaughtering that bully. He would fight back one day and get some sort of freedom.
He looked up as a flash of pink caught his eye. Sickening. It was probably one of those good for nothing soquili that made him sick just looking at them. They all seemed to pair off, all 'in love'. Pathetic. The world had gone mad, making those stupidly happy babies running about, oh how he would love to hear the crunching of their bones in his teeth. A smirk crossed his face as the thought flickered through his mind.
It wasn't a regular though. He recognized her instantly.
"Mother." He spat.
He turned away to ignore her but then turned back. He hated her and he despised her. She had left them to endure their fathers torture. She could have done something about it.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, everything inside him wanted to attack her but also he wanted to hurt her and not physically that wasn't bad enough. He wanted her to be guilty, to feel the pain that she had left them to feel. He wanted her to be tortured and to make her never forget it.
He wanted to attack but he held himself back, a smirk on your face. He had to plan this, he would find her again one day.
"Not today Mother." His voice was deep. He laughed and turned around. He looked over his back at the sweet shape of his mother. She was a disgrace to the Kalona species, it was disgusting. He would make her pay, one day, he would make her pay.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:21 am
Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts?
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:27 am
Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts? As the mare attacked, the colt stood perfectly still. Not even an eyelash was bat by the sudden rush of power and hatred she'd shown. The scent of a sickening sweet smell was caught by his nose as Diabetia drew close, a little too close. Though he had full confidance that his own father would not tolerate this, so merely observed for the time being. Raising a curious eyebrow as the larger body of Plauge blocked her attack, he gave a small snort and a flick of his tail. Not in the least bit moved from it all. What kind of reched creature was this? He was a bit surprised that this mare hadn't eaten him right out of the basket! Though he did have to give her some sort of slight admiration for the ferocity she'd shown. Watching closely, he made out every detail he could see from around Plague of his so called mother that he could. The pink hair with candy pieces. Pink and white body which equally expressed sweetness. Disgusting. Though her face. The look on her face and the hatred in her eyes would forever burn a permanent image in the young colts mind. Not one of fear, but perhaps to drive him towards the future where he might return that same deathly gaze to her and let him strike with a swift hoof as she had tried to him. The colt inched a bit back to get a better look of the confrontation of his parents. The way his father put his mother back in place was quite intreguing and it made him start to realize that perhaps ALL females were to be subodinates of his own gender. Another little useful tidbit to keep locked in his memory for future times when he was big enough to overshadow the mares and grind them into the ground. Shuffling his hooves in the dirt. He was starting to grow very impatient and disgruntled, wanting to return home. Having lost interest in the confrontation and meeting rather quickly as he had observed and learned what seemed to be the more important lessons it would teach him.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:51 am
Quote: Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? It was dark, the kind of night where the moon doesn't even show face, the shadows deep and total in their cover of the solitary figure that moved below. It was from this lone creature that the terrifying noise of earlier had come, he had never been able to whinny normally, so he did what came naturally. He screamed. His ironic markings could hardly be seen in this light, his only defined features being the flash of his eyes and fangs as they caught what there was of ambient light in the world. All too often those fangs and eyes were the last thing others saw. Life had not been kind to him, and as a result he had not been kind to life, his father's son, he had showed no inclination towards hygene or gentleness, his mother's teachings only serving to reaffirm and nurture the seeds of darkness that took root in his heart. However, he maimed others and shunned what friendliness others offered him, not because of what his parents had told him but because of what he wanted to be. His ambition and pride were boundless, no creature could call itself his match, no living thing was his equal. No living thing, at least, except his father. The dark creature had made himself known often in his son's life, a looming prescence in all of his early memories, an obstacle to be dealt with. One of these days he'd make his father pay proper attention to him, make him treat him lon even terms and not as a student to be taught but simultaneously trodden underhoof. To show his worth he made it his duty to be the nightmare in every soquili's mind, the darkness that they could never understand. He would shake the foundation of the other Soquili's mundane little world at every opportunity and remind them to fear what they could not understand. His name was Disaster and he intended to live up to it. He had come to thise place tonight however, with a purpose. Memories clung to every tree's branches like spiderwebs in his mane. He could taste the childish games that he'd played here with his siblings, learning to fight and behave with cunning from the day he was born. Sometimes he pondered how things would have been had things been different, would he have come back at all to see her. Would he be the same individual? Would he have so much blood on his concience, or at least, what passed for a concience in a world no better than a bug crushed under one of his monstrous hooves? He shifted, more like a panther than an equine, his movements calculated, tail flicking behind him, a metronome for his thoughts. "Mooother" he crooned mockingly, his tone low. He respected his mother in the same way he respected his father, however he'd never be so weak as to show such a sappy and sentimentalist thing externally. She heard him from a good distance away and recognised the voice right away, it's similarity to the voice of the stallion's father turning her stomach. Disaster stepped into veiw, grown now into the adult his foal years had overshadowed, wearing each traumatic moment, each scar, each wound as a badge of honour. He was still alive and would stay that way, the lines of his posture proclaimed. He met his mother's eyes, seeing the indifference mingled with fury there along with something else, something unreadable. There would be no words spoken between them other than parting words, too painfully similar in their appearance and experiences and at the same time grown much too far apart. He felt as though it was somehow his fault, that he'd been responsible for not even recognising his own mother's thoughts anymore. He frowned darkly, his eyes looking cold and harsh. "I will make both of you proud." he snarled, baring his teeth and pawing the ground with a hoof. "I came here to tell you that, though you don't care, I know." he hissed through his fangs. "But you will, oh you will." He didn't want to hear her reply, didn't want to give the chance to deny what he aimed to do. He had come here to tell her this, it was all that he owed her, now he had to go back into the darkness alone and forge a path of blood and infamy without help from others. "You will hear from me again in the voices of others who speak in fear of Diabetia's son, Disaster. In fearing me they will fear you more because no matter how much you wished it was otherwise, I am your son. Plague is my father. I stand in dark shadows and seek my own chance to shine." He cackled loudly, rearing up onto his hinds and kicking the air with his forelegs dangerously before launching into a run in the opposite direction from Diabetia, who merely frowned and shook her head at he son's little outburst as he went without even listnening to what she had to say. Disaster had always been like that, he listened to what was in his opinion, the only voice worth listening to. His own. The shadows seemed to dance round about him as he charged through the forest like a thing possessed, woodland creatures moving away from the demonic thing that careened through their home, trailing the stench of disease like a battle standard. He tore open the silence like a wound as he threw back his head and let out another rattling cry. They would fear him, he would make sure of it. It starts tonight.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:23 am
Foal: Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts?
Opening his eyes into bright daylight had been horrible. Standing had been a test of patience he didn't have. Walking had been one of the most painful expierences of his life , and meeting his mother was a hell he hadn't been able to dream of. Father had said they were going to meet her but he'd said nothing more about her that that. He had expected someone with the same dignity, the same everything, as his Father. He hadn't expected a snarling, out of control mother. He had no idea what mothers were suppose to be like but he was convinced this was not it.
He'd scrambled back from the first snap of teeth almost too slow. He'd been able to feel the air move as her jaws crashed together right before the end of his nose. His Father's legs had taken up the space quickly enough to keep a second lunge for him from getting anywhere. It seemed like this mother creature didn't want to touch Father. Father, who had been the entirety of his world so far, was keeping the nasty thing away from him. No, Father would not keep the nasty things away from him without reason and he would not do it twice. If she came at him again he would get out of the way himself or he would die by her fangs.
Once he was steady on his legs again he looked up at the impressive expance of his father standing him and the mother creature. That would be him one day. No, he would be better than that. Father would stand for nothing less and he understood this already. He would become better than the creature that stood before him or he would be killed without remorse. If he was not strong he did not exist and the only way to exist would be to be able to withstand all that Father threw at him and that meant being stronger.
Shaking his head he stepped around his Father's legs and looked up at the creature that was still snarling. She was ignoring him for the moment, far more intent on the bigger danger, but that would be to his advantage. He could watch her as she ignored his existance he could learn what Father had brought him here to learn. He could watch both of them though he knew Father knew he listened. If Father didn't know he was stupid and would come to his own sorry end in time. Father was not stupid, not yet.
Adult: Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
He had expected the exact look on his mother's face that he was greeted with as he strolled toward her. It was one his Father had described perfectly from when he'd come upon her after a long absence. It was one he'd wanted to experience himself one day. He had been dreaming of the chance to see it. There it was; that perfect look of complete disgust and slight terror that had been discribed to him in vivid detail. He knew his mother wasn't truely afraid of him, no she'd be smarter than that at least, but he knew she was frightened of anything that Father could have created. Father had twisted and warped him into the perfect weapon against her as he'd grown and poisioned his mind killing any love he might have once had for the white and pink mare.
"Hello Sweetness ...... Father tells me i should be a good son and pay a visit to my poor mother"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:49 am
Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
Just like Father-the spawner of this colts body and ruler of his wretch mother. Just as the pink colored form that was his Siress- he was surprised at her reaction. He did not balk and he did not scramble away-but rather watched with a pleased face-at his fathers reaction. Protecting the very thing his mother despised. Me He thought, snorting at the sharp teeth of his Lady Mother. Looking up too his father- a smile across his muzzle-showing his growning fangs-he laughed.
"She don't like me very much I think." He said too his father, looking too the pink Kalona in a despising way. How had she managed to not slay her own children in an attempt to destroy his fathers legacy-his spawn from growing into adults. Her own boy child-despised as much as she did him, stared at her and begged her to bite into his flesh-let father get upset with her. Course, his father seemed to change his opinion often enough-he just might let mother tear holes in this colts hide.
Let her-the color of blood was very exciting.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:25 am
Quote: Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? Black wings beat at the air sending a lofty breeze through his mane. The damned creatures below him, Soquili, were mere splashes of colour like psychedelic ants. A scowl slipped into his face as he glided over the lush, forest canopy. The stallion hadn't yet eaten and, seeing a small clearing, tucked his wings neatly into his body to give him a more streamlined shape and dove into the open space. His movements were graceful, some would even say elegant but there was also a power behind everything he did. It was unspoken and seemed to radiate from his form. Birds immediately stopped their many songs and sat on their respective branches, most likley defecating in fear. They knew a hunter was in their midst. Lucky for them he wasn't in the mood to go after birds. They were a waste of his time. Lucian held his head high in a proud, arrogant way, his eyes narrowing as he opened his senses to try and capture any lingering smell, perhaps if he were lucky he'd find a deer or two. The male nearly did a double, take but settled with blinking a few times. He bared his teeth slightly, a look of distaste on his face. ' Mother.' He thought as he followed the scent. He had yet to see her but the stench of sugar mixed with the sweet tang of blood and femininity drew him ever closer. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had found his mother, and now, she'd pay dearly. As soon as he caught sight of the garishly coloured female he stomped his hoof to get her attention. A dark, scathing look etched his features. "Mummy dearest?" He called, his voice dripping with honey and laced with venom. Without waiting for her to acknowledge him he strode over to her. To hell with the chirade! He'd deal with her straight away. "You don't deserve to be placed among the kalona race." He said darkly, his eyes narrowing. "You never wanted me." He began, stating the obvious. "Because you were a selfish b***h and a coward." He hissed as a sick and twisted smirk slipped onto his face, his fangs glistening. His eyes gleamed with a hungry, predatory look. "Mmmm...you look delicious." He purred, wanting nothing more than to bite her neck and collapse her windpipe. She wasn't there for him, in fact she left him for dead so he may as well return the favour. He began to circle her slowly and watch her every move. All of that meat and flesh just begged to be ripped off her bones. How sweet would her blood taste? He had yet to find out, but if he had his way he'd know without a doubt. He had no care for family or that she was his mother, he only saw her as an annoyance, a whipping block, and a food source. He had his father to thank for that. He knew he'd pay dearly for taking away Plague's plaything but at this point he didn't care. He thought he was almost as strong as the mutant, if not more so. Ah the cocky young male's mentality. It would either make him or be his undoing.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:25 am
Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts?
The small colt stared as he watched the candy pink beast lunge forward with as much malice as a black widow spider. Her wild eyes, heavily blackened with sorrow and anger, never left contact with his. His heartbeart only skipped once when his father let out a loud whinny of disaproval; that was enough to put the out-of-control mare back into her place. She stared with poisonous look;how dare he steal her only affection away.
Nightmare was all she had...And now, she was second best in his eyes because of ...him., and he loved it.
A wild grin crossed his lips as he strode over with pride to his father her sickening sweet poisonous fumes still lingered as she stared on in disbelief, walking shamelessly to the shadow of a large wheeping willow tree. His loathsome...evil...twisted...father was keen on forming a nightmarish bond with his...'offsping'. The young sadistic wanted to be just like daddy;He loved the attention his father showered upon him, doing cruel deeds simply for approval. Soon enough, he would try to plot his own plans behind dear ol'daddys back, erasing Sugar'momah out of the picture forever, he hated competition. But how should he do it? It would need to be...perfect...Something to make his father even prouder, to distract him from the fact that his own son was sick enough to kill his mother. So now the process of formulating the perfect plan begins, the malice grows within his heart while he keeps in the graces of his fathers shadow, with a steady eye to monitor his beastly emotionally obsessive mother until the right momment.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:36 pm
((Sorry to interrupt all the wonderful entries, but I've got a couple of questions:
1: Sometimes with entries like this we're given permission to "puppet" the parents for the purposes of the entry only. Is this allowed? I doubt I'd use it, but I wanted to clarify nonetheless.
2: Will the winner have to pay for the basket? If so, how much? I'd like to know how much to keep by in case I win.
I think that's all for now - thanks in advance. ^^))
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