Introduction to Soquili:I became interested in b/c pets in '09 when a couple of my friends got me into Sandpaints. The idea of being able to actually breed pets had me really interested. I was pulled into Soquili a little while later by the same friend (-[the Spoof]-), we made a cake together for the Halloween event and when she won Jessamine, she decided to co-own her with me <3! Since then I have accumulated quite a few more lovelies!
Other: She/her pronouns. I've been scarce the past few years, I'm a Nurse and things have been particularly crazy in healthcare, I also had a baby so my only 'free time' is nap time, and a lot of that time I have so much to do I just don't have the time or energy to spare. I hope to come back again someday when life slows down. I almost always check the site daily, even if I'm not visibly interacting. PMs are the best method to contact me, I don't have the attention span for forums and chats. If I have forgotten something or missed doing something, just send me a pm and I will do my best to get that taken care of. I love rping, but I hate basic meet and greets (without any driving force in them plotwise), and I have to admit I am on the slower side for replying - not to mention at this point, I am likely out of practice. I love background plotting and it usually is the best way to get me motivated to post. I love rping dark/twisted/morally grey characters, thus, the Cleaver line was born between myself and my best friend of the last 20+ years, That Artemis <3.
Updated Aug '23
Updates
✪09/03/2019 Dev x Prim "babies" are Dropped ✪03/01/2019 Barnabas White is Dropped!
✪08/24/2018 Jacqueline Sinclair is Dropped! ❤11/04/2017 Raisa is grown ❤10/21/2017 Raisa and Sib's baskets Pop (basket and Foal certs here) ✪06/16/2017 My heart is full! Promoted to Assistant rp manager! ❤06/15/2017 Cameo grows to adulthood! ❤05/31/2017 Cec/Alek baskets pop ❤05/22/2017 Cecily x Aleksey baskets drop ❤04/30/2017 Claudette and Deathbringer's SC breeding baskets are Dropped ❤04/29/2017 Alianora grows, all certs dropped ❤04/14/2017 Lolly and Ery's SC foals drop. Welcome Alianora! ❤03/10/2017 Vervada and Kaiser Won a breeding! ✪03/06/2017 Oak's (Rowan's Familiar) cert is dropped! ❤02/17/2017 Cecily is CC'd in the Vday singles mixer for a breeding with Aleksey! ❤01/07/2017 Talisa's all grown up! ❤12/05/2016 Queen and Vincent's baskets Pop ❤11/24/2016 Queen and Vincent's baskets are Dropped ❤07/15/2016 Solveig and sib's adult certs are dropped ❤07/15/2016 Solveig and sib's grow!! ❤07/03/2016 Solveig and sibs' foal certs are dropped ❤06/28/2016 Coquette and Elijah baskets pop ❤06/27/2016 Auryn and sibs grow ❤06/25/2016 Auryn and sibs foal certs are dropped ❤06/21/2016 Coquette's Belly and baskets are dropped ❤06/13/2016 Elle and Ary Baskets pop ❤06/06/2016 Elle and Ary Baskets are Dropped ❤05/14/2016 Elle's belly is Dropped! ❤05/08/2016 Elle and Ary are CC'd in Sweeny's LL breeding!!! ❤05/07/2016 Vincent is CC'd in the singles mixer for a breeding with Queen ✪04/03/2016 Ellette's items are Dropped ✪03/27/2016 Othello/Turok Cert is Dropped ✪03/25/2016 Selda/Tetra Cert is Dropped ❤03/23/2016 Wisp/Belle Baskets pop! 03/22/2016 Coquette and Lucy cert is ❤Dropped ❤03/21/2016 Selda adult cert is dropped and Belle/Wisp baskets are certed ❤03/18/2016 Selda grows to adulthood! ❤03/16/2016 Belle/Wisp's baskets are Dropped! ❤03/13/2016 Selda's foal cert is dropped ❤03/03/2016 The Inkwitch baskets pop! ❤02/28/2016 The Inkwitch certs are dropped ❤02/27/2016 Inkwitch Crackship baskets have been dropped <3 ✪02/15/2016 CC'd by DNS for a Crackship familiar ❤02/15/2016 Won my first Familiar breeding with Turok in the mixer! ❤02/15/2016 CC'd by Mind in the trickster's crackship ❤02/14/2016 Belle and Wisp are CC'd in the Valentine's day LM breedings!!!! ✪02/13/2016 Idris' cert is dropped ❤02/05/2016 Cerridwen's certs are dropped ✪02/03/2016 Idris arrives ❤02/01/2016 Cerridwen grows ❤01/20/2016 Cerridwen's foal cert is dropped ❤01/18/2015 Baskets Pop! Welcome Cerridwen! ❤01/11/2016 Ignis x Sephia's baskets are dropped! ✪01/05/2016 Won a CYO plush pony conversion Here! ✪01/02/2016 Won a CYO plush familiar conversion here ✪12/21/2015 Laelette's cert is dropped ✪11/23/2015 Won a mare in the New Hire Paid Flaffle ❤11/12/2015 Othello/Atlas and siblings' certs are dropped ❤11/04/2015 Ophelia, Kitten, and Florian Lifemate ❤11/03/2015 Won an extra gift WS breeding for Ignis and Sephia!! ❤11/03/2015 Othello and siblings grow ❤10/20/2015 Othello's Basket and foal certs are dropped ❤10/17/2015p Florian/Ophelia baskets pop! ❤09/09/2015 Florian and Ophelia's baskets drop ✪07/18/2015 Vidia's cert dropped ✪07/14/2015 Vidia and her sister have grown ❤07/12/2015 Aeldra and Siblings' adult certs are dropped ❤07/11/2015 Aeldra and siblings grow ❤07/06/2015 Floran and Ophelia are CC'd in Heart's July 2015 breeding! ✪07/05/2015 *Swoons* DG gifted me Arcadia ❤07/02/2015 Reginald and Chime are Flinging ❤06/29/2015 Aeldra and sibling's basket and foal certs are dropped ❤06/27/2015 Nidra and Barracus' baskets Pop! ✪06/25/2015 Vidia's cert is dropped ✪06/22/2015 Crackship basket's Pop! ❤06/21/2015 Nidra's belly and three purewalker baskets are Dropped ✪06/21/2015 Crackship basket certs are dropped ✪06/17/2015 Crackship baskets are dropped! ❤05/24/2015 Coquette and Cosette's certs are all dropped! ❤05/21/2015 Coquette and Cosette have Grown! ❤05/17/2015 Coquette and Cosette's baskets Popped ❤05/14/2015 Barracus and Nidra FINALLY won a slot in Uta's Breeding on their 36th try! ❤05/09/2015 Jess x Rel WS baskets are Dropped ❤04/01/2015 Won a Tricksters crack ship with Uta! ✿02/23/2015 Ambros' Cert is Dropped ✪02/16/2015 Won Ambros in the Hearts and Hooves V-Day Flaffle ❤12/16/2014 Kingston is all Grown up and ready to cause trouble! ❤12/06/2014 Kingston and sib's Foal Certs are dropped! ❤12/03/2014 Warrick and Conco's baskets Pop ❤11/22/2014 Warrick and Conco's baskets are dropped! ❤10/29/2014 Jess and Relic are CC'd in the Twisted Wishing Star!! ❤10/27/2014 Warrick and Concordia Discors win a Twisted breeding in the Singles Mixer ❤10/23/2014 Demadria and Sibling's Adult Certs are Dropped ❤10/22/2014 Demadria and Siblings have Grown! ❤10/15/2014 Demadria and sibling's bastet and foal certs are Dropped ❤10/08/2014 Vaniania x Ignazio's baskets Pop! ✿10/04/2014 I Co Own Erynion and Losille with LOLTERNATIVE ❤09/27/2014 Vaniania and Ignazio's baskets are dropped ❤05/07/2014 Genesis Rose and Epsilon's Adult, foal and basket certs are dropped ❤04/22/2014 Genesis Rose and Epsilon's adult Uncerts are dropped ✿04/04/2014 Erynion's new cert is dropped ✿04/02/2014 Lolly transfers ownership of Losille and Erynion to me ❤03/30/2014 Vorpal and Sophia's baskets pop ❤03/21/2014 Sophia x Vorpal Baskets are dropped ❤02/29/2014 DD CC's Vorpal and Sophia Rose!!! Preggo cert is dropped ❤02/22/2014 Vorpal and Sophia Rosa are flinging ✿02/03/2014 LOLTERNATIVE and I now Co Own Erynion, Thank you Lolly!! ✿08/16/2013 Spoof and I now Co Own Vincento Sinclair ❤04/27/2013 Claudette and her siblings have Grown <3 ❤04/13/2013 Belle and Laertes' lifemating is broken ❤04/13/2013 Claudette, Desdemona, and Saxon foal certs are dropped ❤04/07/2013 Belle/Laertes baskets Pop! ❤04/05/2013 Belle/Laertes basket certs are dropped ✪03/31/2012 Vorpal wins the February Spotlight award Holy cow! Thank you! ❤03/31/2013 Belle and Laerte's baskets have Dropped Thank you DD! They're beautiful! ❤03/23/2013 Belle's baby belly is dropped ❤03/22/2013 Belle and Laertes are CC'd by DD <3 ✿03/21/2013Co owned Xiuhcoatl with Spoof ✿03/13/2013 Ceres is finished and her cert Dropped! ✪03/10/2013 Won a custom slot for Ceres from Mind's customized customs Birthday Blowout ✿03/01/2013 Jezabelle Maxes out! ✿02/25/2013 Cecily's cert is Dropped (originally 2/21, moved after flower edit) ✪02/17/2013 Won Cecily from Malhith's "Honey I forgot it was Valentine's day" Flaffle ❤02/01/2013 Ellion and Losille are all Grown up! ❤01/18/2013 Vesper/Ery baskets pop. Welcome to the world Ellion and Losille! ❤01/11/2013 Vesper/Ery baskets are dropped ❤01/05/2013 Vesper's preggo belly is Dropped ✿01/01/2013 Ignis Maxes Out! ❤12/28/2012 Vesper/Erynion are CC'd by Ath e a r t ❤12/18/2012 Warrick/Arabells foals are all grown up! ❤12/10/2012 Warrick/Arabella foal certs Dropped ❤12/08/2012 Warrick/Arabella baskets Pop! ❤12/05/2012 Belinda/Quetz babies Grow. ✿12/01/2012 Barracus Maxes Out! ❤11/22/2012 Belinda/Quetz baskets pop, three cute little colts <3 ❤11/19/2012 Warrick/Arabella baskets are Certed ❤11/19/2012 Warrick and Arabella baskets are Dropped ❤ 11/15/2012 Belinda and Quetzalcoatl's baskets are Dropped ❤ 10/31/2012 Warrick won a slot with Arabella!!!! ❤ 10/31/2012 Belinda won a slot with Quetzalcoatl ❤ 10/15/2012 Vorpal and Veryna are Flinging! ✿ 10/12/2012 Added Akuma_Kessaku as co owner of Aelita Camellia ❤ 10/08/2012 Ignis and Sephia Lifemate ✿ 04/02/2012 Warrick's Cert is Dropped. ✪ 03/30/2012 Won the handsome Warrick from Agneza's Simple is still Beautiful Flaffle! ❤ 03/25/2012 Florian and Cuan reach adulthood! ❤ 03/14/2012 Baskets pop! Two adorable little boys <3 ❤ 03/01/2012 'Bel/Con' Baskets are Dropped!!! ❤ 02/23/2012 Belinda Preggo belly Dropped ❤ 02/15/2012 Belinda won a slot with Conri in the Valentine's mixer for mini's! ✿ 11/21/2011 Vervada's cert is Dropped!!! ✿ 11/17/2011 Vorpal's cert is Dropped <3 ✪ 11/16/2011 Won Vorpal, the Frumious snapper from the Once upon a Raffle! ✪ 11/03/2011 Barracus Won Spotlight pet award!!!(Homg I didnt notice this till a week later -facepalm-) ✪ 11/01/2011 Won Vervada in Sisi's pumpkin Halloween Flaffle ✿ 10/01/2011 Ellette Maxes out! ❤ 07/13/2011 Jezabelle and Laertes Lifemate! ✿ 07/03/2011 Belinda cert is Dropped ✪ 06/29/2011 Got a CC'd semi custom slot from Agneza in aMini-Breed Flash-Freeraffle ✪ 05/25/2011 Won Aelita Camellia in the May flowers flaffle ❤ 04/29/2011 Belle, Sangria, and Lucian have grown!!! ❤ 04/12/2011 'Relamine Baskets pop!!! ❤ 04/05/2011 'Relamine' Baskets are certed <3!! ❤ 04/02/2011 Jess/Relic baskets dropped. Three new bundles of joy! ✿ 03/12/2011 Vesper Cert is dropped ✿ 02/19/2011 Vesper has arrived!!! ❤ 02/16/2011 Jessamine and Relic are CC'd by Nerpin in the Drunken Cupid Valentines Day Mixer ❤ 01/20/2011 First round of Jess babies have grown! ✿ 01/20/2011 Barracus' Cert is dropped off ✪ 01/18/2011 Won my deliciously evil Barracus in the Pure Skinwalker RP contest!!!<--Dream come true!! ✪ 01/11/2011 Won a Semi-Custom Slot from Nerpin in the After Christmas Semi Customs ❤ 01/02/2011 Jess/Dev baskets pop! Hello to Adrian(Spoof) and Sophia Rose (Anii) <3 ❤ 12/25/2010 Jess/Dev baskets are dropped! (Spoof's breeding) ✿ 12/05/2010 Ignis is finished by Mindsend! He's absolutely perfect! He is co owned with Akuma-Kessaku ✿ 11/29/2010 Mindsend takes on Ignis Custom ❤ 11/26/2010 Jessamine and Devicius won a breeding slot in Niloufer's November Breeding Raffle ✪ 03/26/2010 Won my second soquili, Ellette, in the fight club flaffle! ✪ 03/19/2010 Won a Custom slot for Ignis from Chibizoo in her Spring Customs ✪ 11/05/2009 Spoof and I won Jessamine in the Halloween 2009 Bake Off Contest with our lovely and time consuming basket cake ;3
Breedings Current rotation: Every other edited breeding:
Vorpal x Nsia Ceres x Galious
Aeldra x Tamamo Xiuhcoatl x Pillier Chandelle "Pillar"
----Have not won yet---- (In no particular order)
Kingston x Sjokolade (MCCL) (And be blue) Ignis x Sephia - LM (Spoof and Akuma) Demadria x Salubri (MCCL or ticket breedings only) (Kamiki) Epsilon x Dal'Nia (MCCL) (Kyrieko) Selda x PitPat (Kyrieko) Aeldra x Tamamo (~Twilight...Angel~) Ambros x Laelia (Reeve_Tuesti) Arcadia x Themistocles (Ryuukishin) Othello/Atlas x Bitsy (Pandora Talie) Cerridwen x Stolichnaya (Spoof) Solveig x Hemlock (Lolly) Talisa x Sithis (EPF) Vidia x Dominick (DNS)
----Breeding slot----
Jessamine x Relic -(4) Ophelia x Florian -(1) LM -(1) Jezabelle x Wisp -(1) LM -(1)(MCCL) Claudette x Deathbringer -(1) LM -(1)(MCCL) Coquette x Elijah - (1) Vincento x Queen - (1) Ignazio x Dany - (1) Vesper x Erynion -(2) LM - (1) Ellion x Ashaniel - (1) (Thalia) Devereau x Primrose LM (Lolly) - (1)
----Unedited----
Ellette x Aryon -(1) LM(unedited priority) Belinda x Quetzalcoatl -(1) LMUnedited Barracus x Nidra - (1) (Unedited ok)
In her youth, Jessamine was sweet, innocent and ladylike... About 70 percent of the time. The other thirty percent she was overcome by a vicious bloodlust that lasted longer and grew more violent if suppressed. The length of her 'episodes' varied in both in length and severity, and were very distressing for the young mare, who showed no hint of an ancestry that could explain her morbid desires. She felt trapped in her own skin with a monster that could overcome her at any moment. More than once she hurt those who dared to spend time with her, and was hurt in return. Sometimes in self defense, sometimes in fear in disgust. Over time, Jessamine learned to make herself scarce when she felt the symptoms of her bloodlust began to pick at her sanity once more.
Her constant wandering and distrustful nature led to Jessamine feeling alone in the world. Through years of forced isolation, abandonment, and twisted encounter with others as well as the beast within, even her 'normal' self has grown dark in nature. Her deceiving, doll-like appearance functions much as a weapon in it's own right. She has learned to bewitch the small minded with her pristine beauty, distracting them from the small details that hint at who they are truly dealing with; her bright crimson eyes, and well used cleaver. Jessamine learned to partner with the monster sharing her skin, to be the charming, vulnerable lure.
A lifetime of dysfunctional relationships has honed within Jessamine, an unnatural attachment to her cleaver. She views it as much a part of herself as one of her limbs, and much more necessary for survival. Her familiar is the only one allowed to guard it, and no one is to ever touch it.
History: Jessamine is the daughter of Vincento and Jacqueline Sinclair. Through the cruel machinations of her paternal grandfather, who disapproved of his son's mixed breed children, Jess was separated from her parents and siblings. All memories of the time before she wandered into Kawani were lost to her in a vicious attack. Jessamine reached adulthood with no knowledge of her kalona ancestry.
Her eldest children were sired by the Angeni of Allure. As per his namesake, he did sweep her away and for a time she thought was happy. But their relationship was built upon a foundation of lies and deception, and after a time he left her, the quickening in her womb the only evidence of the love she had found and then broken. His abandonment twisted something deep inside her, she coped by surrendering more to her darker nature, no longer wanting to be vulnerable to such pain. She both hated and loved the baskets she bore, as they were a constant reminder that no one would ever be able to look past her darkness. The monster within had no qualms about attacking their own baskets, she tried to keep them safe as best as she was able, but in a fit of maternal instinct and desperation, she abandoned them with a stallion she had known for a mere handful of hours. Following an instinct that this Angeni would give them a better life than she could offer.
In the very depths of her despair, she coupled with another stallion, Relic, one with whom she seemed to share much in common. There was an undeniable connection that terrified as much as it enticed her. The night left her pregnant again, so very shortly after her last ordeal. The first experiment had worked well enough, so she resolved to continue with her plan, managing to give two away while they were still in their baskets, one to the father, and the other to a stallion who could cater to the darker side of her child's nature, but she waited too long with the third. Her daughter Jezabelle was born while Jessamine was out hunting. The instant and innocent adoration of her foal immediately captured her heart and the experience of being loved so unconditionally drove her to extremes. She shielded Belle so well and so fiercely from the world that had spurned her, that she drove her daughter away. This final betrayal broke her so completely that she became a ghost of her former self. Cruel, hollow, the line between herself and her creature became so blurred that she could switch between within the same sentence and then back again. She was a predator, with nothing left to lose.
Eventually, Jessamine was found by her older sister Evangeline. Her youngest children had found each other, their father, as well as their grandfather Vincento, who had arrived in Kawani along with Eva upon hearing rumors that seemed to hint that another one of his children may have survived the cruel attack that had decimated his family. He resolved to build a new home and a new herd where his family would be safe. Jessamine was so very fragile, so very dangerous to those around her, but Eva and Vincent brought her home all the same. There, she was reunited with Relic and their children and given a home where she was allowed to be entirely herself, without judgement. Over time, she and Relic grew their family. Through trial and error, Jessamine became less dangerous to those around her as some part of her began to trust that she was safe, she was accepted, she was home.
About me: Ellette is a fierce and talented fighter but beneath her tough exterior she is kind, loyal, and loving. Despite her youth, she exudes a quiet beauty and an implacable strength of will that will serve her well throughout her life. Ellette is not easily cowed, she stands up for herself and for those she loves. In the face of danger and chaos, she maintains a cool head and fights to harness her strengths and the strengths of those around her. She knows basic first aid from her travels and is experienced in combat situations. She is willing to obey orders but is also able to exercise her own judgement and leadership should it prove necessary. She can track as well as move quickly and quietly through rough terrain.
Ellette is a mare with a somewhat tragic and bitter past. She was traded by her parents at a very young age to serve the leader of a powerful and brutal herd in her homeland. She was to be trained in combat and killing, and to serve her leaders with unwavering obedience. In return, her family would be protected. Throughout her youth Elle was kept on a strict regimen, she grew strong, skilled, and efficient. She never questioned her trainers' orders and they were pleased with her progress. When she reached adulthood, she graduated the training program with the rest of her group and was led into her first battle against another herd who occupied a rich and bountiful territory that her leaders wanted to possess for themselves. But it was no battle, rather a systematic slaughter of a peaceful people and Ellette couldn't find it in her to harm them.
Neither could she bring herself to directly go against her orders and turn on those who had trained her. Instead she fled, deserting her merciless comrades and breaking the covenant between her family and the herd leaders. Out of shame for her cowardice, she exiled herself from her homeland. Ellette found refuge in the Kawani lands and decided to take up employment doing the only thing she was good at, fighting. She worked as a hired guard for traders and other travelers, in return she learned the practical skills her trainers had not seen fit to equip her with, wanting their soldiers to be as dependent on their leaders for survival as possible. It also proved a good way to learn the lay of the land, and after spending so long cooped up and controlled, she had a thirst to explore. Ellette traveled all over the Kawani lands over the next few years and met many exotic and fascinating individuals. One fateful winter, she waited too long to move south and was trapped in a storm while traveling through a forest notorious for its skinwalker population. She encountered another traveler there, a Uni Stallion named Aryon. Not usually one to trust strangers, she nevertheless followed him back to shelter and ended up spending the winter with him. He became her first student in the fighting arts, she taught him everything she knew over those long months, and was sad when the trails became passable again as it meant they would have to part ways. Not long after the weather started to clear, Aryon had a freak accident that resulted in a brain injury which exacerbated his already faulty memory until it was nearly impossible for him to get his bearings in any unfamiliar location, they decided to stay together so Ellette could help him locate his long lost mate, Gypsy Rose. It was a long and arduous journey, both of them suffering many near death experiences. After being rescued by Aryon and Lioth, Ellette was forced to admit to herself that she had fallen for a life mated stallion, dizzy and disoriented from her fight, she gave into that spark and kissed Aryon, the surge of emotions she felt shocking her back to her senses and leaving her feeling ashamed. They both tried to return to normal and forget the entire episode, but the night after they left the swamp for good, Aryon disappeared. Ellette was horrified and heartbroken when she woke up to find her friend gone, blaming herself and her inappropriate advances for Aryon's disappearance, she had no idea that the stallion had contracted a fever while they were in the swamp and had wandered away in response to his hallucinations while she slept. She chose not to track him, feeling deeply that old adage 'if you love them you must be willing to let them go.' She abandoned his trail and met up with Lioth who had been scouting ahead for them. She went north a ways and settled down to try and find something to fill the large hole that had so unexpectedly appeared in her life. She took up teaching again, taking on a blustery angeni stallion named Ignis as her second student and eventually a close friend. Months after Aryon's abandonment, she finally broke down under the strain of her bottled up emotions and sent Lioth out on an expedition to try and track Aryon to see where he had gone off to and try to see if he would accept her apology.
Lioth was gone for a long time in his search, after months of anxiously waiting, Ellette became afraid that something had now happened to her loyal companion. Her guilt was beyond comprehension, why couldn't she have just accepted that Aryon did not want her friendship? To top that off, she became separated from Ignis when they came across a young mare who was being attacked by a skinwalker. She had helped the mare escape to safety while Ignis held off the foe. When she returned to see what had become of the stallion, she had found nothing but pawprints that eventually led away from the clearing and a lot of blood. Buckled under her anxiety and shame, she was a shadow of her former self. Everyone she had ever let herself care for was gone. Nearly two years later, Ignis found her again. He had been gravely injured in the attack but had been healed by the Harvest Goddess. He would have returned immediately to reassure her, but in his foolish youth he had alienated and lost the beautiful Sephia and had spent the time since seeking her out to apologize. Recently, he had made a wish on the magical wishing star, hoping that it would grant him the ability to find Sephia. Instead, it had granted him three baskets. Ignis was in full panic mode, his first experience with fatherhood had been a disaster. He sought out Ellette, wanting her experience and advice to guard his family and find his lost love. By this time, Elle had decided she was well and truly alone. She had been teaching, but in truth she no longer felt the passion for it she once had. Life had become empty and listless and she couldn't seem to reignite the inner spark that had gone out. Her friends' need was something to get her going again, she thought it rather coincidental that a quest for a lost love would be what finally drew her from her inner hell after what the last quest had cost her, but she agreed to come to the mountains with Ignis, she had nothing holding her back. She stayed and guarded the baskets while Ignis flew sweeps searching desperately for Sephia to explain what had happened before their children were born. After weeks of flying day and night, he still had found to trace of Sephia, but he did run into a kind but horribly forgetful stallion named... Aryon. The two spoke for some time, Aryon was on a quest as well to find a lost love, his companion was a hawk who had left some time ago to scout the trail ahead. Aryon was not to leave the clearing, he was not to take so much as a step away from where Lioth had left him. The name of the hawk familiar instantly sparked Ignis' memory, and then he remembered Aryon was the name of Ellette's lost love. He became so excited that he nearly forgot his own quest. The moment Lioth returned from scouting he dragged them home to Elle, to his astonishment, Ellette waited there with, not only the baskets, but Sephia, who had been searching for him as well. The reunion was tear filled, but they barely had time to greet each other before Ignis and Sephia's baskets started rocking back and forth. Three beautiful fillies emerged and it was clear on sight that they were Sephia's daughters. Ellette and Aryon lifemated that evening in a joint ceremony with Sephia and Ignis. They were made godparents to Ignis' three daughters. A short time later, Ellette found herself pregnant and before long gave birth to three boys. The ten of them decided to form a small herd around Sephia as the natural Alpha. Ignis and Ellette function as co protectors.
Familiar: Uncert Name:Lioth Gender: Male Temper: Stalwart Ellette found a young Lioth in the mountains during the winter she sheltered in a cave with Aryon while out foraging for food and supplies. The bird had gotten caught outside in a blizzard, blown into the side of a cliff and broken his wing. She rescued him from what otherwise would have been a certain death, and took care of him until they could find a healer for his wing. He has stayed by her side ever since, he is her scout and protector.
Entry Line: Faithofthefallen || Alicorn || Edit Category: Unedited Soquili Species: Alicorn (mockbreeding) Body Build: CC Gender: Female Starting Stage: Basket Concept Origin: Mockbreeding of Ellette and Aryon
WIP Needed? No
~*~ Colors & Markings ~*~ Body: Warhorse, cream and brown like Aryon, dark brown swirly marking. Face: CC (No roman nose), would like Aryon's eye marking Mane: Long style bangs+Curly 2 + Curly(right side only) blue fading to white Tail: Full ringlets or curly 2 syle. blue fading to white Hooves/Fetlocks: CC, warhorse feathered fetlocks Reference Image(s): NA ~*~ Physical Traits ~*~ Horn(s): Original uni horn, CC color Wings: Original style wind wings, brown edged with blue Other Notes:
~*~ Accessories & Edits ~*~ Trading Post Items: Gem feather cape connector without the cape. Tabard with cloth and chain connectors, leg cuffs. colors CC but matchy. (kind of going for a lady knight look so add anything within that theme) Custom Items: NA Reference Image(s) for Items:
~*~ Tag Specifics ~*~ Name of horse: Arya Owner:Faithofthefallen Species Mockbreeding Temper: Valiant Mate: NA Tag Background: CC Tag frame color: CC Tag feather color(s): CC ~*~ Existing Pets ~*~ If you didn't design this yourself (and it's not a commercial cosplay), did you get written permission to use the design?: Yes, Lifemating
About Me: Ignis is headstrong, confident to the point of arrogance, impatient, competitive, and unbelievably stubborn. Despite leading the Harvest Herd along with his mate Sephia, he tends to prefer the uncomplicated silence of isolation. As Ignis is easily exasperated, he tends to bluster a lot, especially at those he cares for, usually when they give him cause to worry.
Ignis is spirited and occasionally reckless. He enjoys the thrill of danger and will often fly complicated and dangerous paths for the pure joy of it. Although he dislikes meaningless conversation, he has a deep and abiding love for life and of experiencing nature that is very well suited for his Angeni heritage. He lives for the thrill and the freedom of flying. His wings are as important to him as his soul.
History: Ignis has a complicated past. He was raised by his father in the heart of the mountains, his mother having died when he was just a foal leaving him with only the soft fuzzy memories of a child to remember her by. His father was a hard and unforgiving stallion, prizing strength and power above all else. He did not tolerate failure, not in his son, and not in himself.
Ignis left as soon as he came of age and never looked back. Despite their kinship, there was never a close bond between him and his father, who pointed out Ignis' many faults at any opportunity. Escaping his childhood home had been a relief. He settled at the edge of a mountain range. The mountain he chose was high enough that he would be safe from most dangers as well as from being disturbed but low enough that the winters were tolerable. He lived there for a year or so, content to while away the days alone, venturing from his cave home only to stretch his wings and navigate the complicated currents and eddies of wind that spiraled between the peaks.
Ignis met few other soquili in that first year. When he did encounter another he was often gruff and critical. Mares, especially were a conundrum for him. He, who had grown up without a mother or sisters, found their seemingly emotional natures unnerving and felt a need to categorize them so they would fit nicely into his view of how the outside world functioned. They were smaller and therefore weaker than stallions, they jabbered at him a lot, and seemed far more interested in mating and babies than he thought was prudent.
Early in his second year outside of his fathers' home, he met Jessamine. A fairer creature he had never met and he found himself spellbound by her beauty and grace and enthralled by her viciousness, so different from the timid quiet mares he had grown used to. Although she claimed to be uninjured, there was blood splattered across her flanks and he insisted upon staying the night to guard her, thinking she must have been attacked. She reluctantly agreed and they spent the night in each others' company. Ignis opened his eyes the next morning, not to the lovely face of Jessamine, as he had hoped, but to two baskets nestled against his side and an empty clearing. There was no sign of the mare that had so enthralled him, with no other honorable option available to him, Ignis took the baskets and carried them away to safety, planning on finding a suitable pair of parents for the foals within.
Following the natural order of things, a few months later a pair of foals emerged from the baskets. Although he felt both trapped and terrified at the prospect of raising and protecting such fragile creatures, Ignis fell in love with the children at first site. He named them Sophia Rose and Adrian. The small family remained sequestered in a safe and secluded grotto for a while until the foals built up the strength and endurance of their wings to Ignis' satisfaction, whereupon they traveled to his cave home. Raising the foals helped mature Ignis to a certain degree but he was still young and foolish, and although he certainly felt a father's ties to the foals, he was not really prepared for parenthood. Once Adrian and Sophia were grown and had left home on their own travels, he picked up many of his old bad habits again.
Following a bitter and emotionally charged fight with his son, Ignis went on a long flight to clear his head, he was struck by the beauty of the moon and stars. His mind was clouded by grief and anger and he made a foolish decision that would drastically alter his life. He decided to try and fly to the moon, he was strong, powerful, courageous. He reasoned if anyone could do it he could and it would be a source of pride his father would never be able to strip from him. He flew high, higher than many other soquili would ever dream of attempting, and he stopped only when his lungs were empty of breathable air and his wings so coated with ice they couldn't carry him anymore. He plummeted to the earth at terrifying speeds, managing to free his frozen wings at the very last minute to save his life but his left wing was damaged horrible when he plummeted through the forest canopy, becoming entangled more than once in the large branches before he fell to the forest floor.
He awoke some time later in a haze of pain to see the beautiful face of Jessamine peering down at him in concern. Ignis begged for her forgiveness and admitted the terrible things he had said to their son the night before. Jessamine refused to accept his apology but he passed out before he could resume his plea. It was only when he woke up the next morning that he saw the subtle differences in this new mare, Jessamine's daughter, still as exotic and untouchable as her mother but without the wounded viscousness that had so characterized his brief time with her mother. Jezabelle.
After a brief confrontation, Belle and Ignis set out to find a healer for Ignis' crippled wing. It was unable to carry him in flight, and his terror that he would never be able to fly again left him even more snappy and irritable than usual. The trip was barely bearable for the pair and despite the reluctant fondness that grew between the pair, Belle went her own way soon after they emerged from the forest, healer less. Ignis' wing had healed terribly, launching him into a dark period of depression and anger that made it impossible for the sensitive mare to deal with him. She left him with a warhorse named Ellette, who had agreed, with some hesitancy after being subjected to the sharp edge of Ignis' tongue, to help him train his mind and body for combat. The pair were both strong willed and hard headed, their student teacher relationship was rocky at best and their training sessions more often than not ended in screaming arguments. Nevertheless, Ellette never abandoned him and Ignis found himself developing a grudging respect for the mare, even the start of friendship.
While traveling with Ellette, Ignis and his mentor encountered a brutal purewalker attempting to prey on an innocent mare. The pair of them immediately launched into action, Ellette escorted the mare to safety while Ignis provided a distraction. He escaped with his life, but was left badly injured once more. Mortally wounded and with fever ravaging his body, he climbed a mountain, wanting to die among the clouds. Instead he encountered a breathtakingly beautiful and stubborn mare, Sephia, who refused to leave him to die honorably and alone. Ignis felt his cold heart begin to stir for the lovely stranger and despaired that he would find someone who could crack his tough exterior when it was already too late. Little did he know that the mare was a skilled healer and was capable of restoring, not only his life to him, but also his ability to fly.
The courting of Ignis and Sephia was tumultuous and complicated, but in the end, they lifemated, and bore three daughters together. During a chance reunion with Ellette and Aryon, the four of them decided to form a herd around Sephia, centered on safeguarding and cultivating the health of the world around them.
Same Breed Variants: Yus ---Templates to Avoid: NA
Throwbacks?: Yes ---Link to previous Generations: NA
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Edit Category: Heavy-->Extreme Soquili Species: Angeni Body Build: Regular Gender: Female Starting Stage: Adult Concept Origin: Original WIP Needed? Yes
-- Colors & Markings -- Body: White,swirly markings on body like Ignis (color CC). light blue and orange dappling on nose blaze, butt, and legs. Face: long eyelashes, BRIGHT magenta eyes. Mane:mane Inspiration, Mane inspiration 2, Color, I want her to have the golden forehead circlet/headdress like Sephia has. white and blue flower bunches on either side of her head above two hair bunches on either side of her head like Sephia/Headdress. gold beads scattered in mane and tail. Tail: Edited, long, something like this but longer and more voluminous with some braids mixed in, matchy with her mane.. Hooves/Fetlocks: fade to orange fetlocks, blue hooves Reference Image(s): If you have any visual References, link them here.
-- Physical Breed Traits -- Horn(s): NA Wings: Angeni wings like Sephia's, pale blue, dark blue, and maybe white.
-- Accessories & Edits -- Trading Post Items: NA Custom Items: gold Leg cuffs and bangles shaped like parents, gold beads, white cloth and gold cloth draped around her body. Add flowers/metal ornaments wherever Reference Image(s) for Items:
-- Existing Pets -- If you didn't design this yourself (and it's not a commercial cosplay), did you get written permission to use the design?: Yes
— Angeni -- Desired Domain: Angeni of abundance, Angeni of Growth, Angeni of prosperity, Angeni of storms
Name: Barracus Breed: Coyote Purewalker Temper: Depraved Found: 01/20/2011 Obtained:Pure Skinwalker rp contest Allignment: He is a cross between Chaotic and Lawful evil. Sexuality: Not capable of love, but kind of bisexual, will utilize seduction as a weapon against either gender with equal ferocity.
About me: Barraccus is the embodiment of darkness; vicious and bloodthirsty, to put it simply, he is an extremely dangerous purewalker to cross paths with.
Barracus is sadistic, ruthless, and completely devoid of mercy or compassion. His actions are driven by greed, hatred of life in all its forms, and a lust for destruction and blood. He is zealously committed to spreading evil and chaos across the uncorrupted Kawani lands and sees absolutely nothing wrong with taking whatever he wants by whatever means necessary to those ends. Barracus trusts no one and has no value for anyone or anything that presumes to stand in his way. As far as he is concerned, the other races of soquili are playthings and pawns to be manipulated or disposed of at will for his own personal pleasure and gain. They are lesser beings that should surrender to his superior species and fold before his unrivaled will. Believing himself demonic and essentially immortal, Barracus patiently plots and works toward the destruction of all order and society within Kawani for his own sadistic amusement. He is content to bide his time for now, slowly corrupting the younger and more malleable generations, using them as his own little pawns, to spread chaos, destruction, hatred, and death across the land, allowing the Purewalker breed to rise to power, with himself as their leader.
When Barracus feels he has the upper hand (most of the time,) he behaves in a disturbingly seductive and sadistically friendly manner towards his ‘pets,’ if they try to escape he will become quite firm with them, he hates it when his guests abuse his hospitality. Once Barracus has marked a soquili for death he will never stop hunting them. It drives him crazy when those victims he has developed an ‘intimate relationship’ with escape him. They may not see him for years as he has other things and plans that occupy his attention but he will always come back in another attempt to capture them, especially when they are alone and vulnerable. He is not satisfied with granting his prey a simple release, preferring to toy with them, even going so far as to capture and imprison them for sometimes weeks on end, dragging out the terror and pain for as long as possible, relishing every moment spent with his precious 'pets' before finishing the deed. He feeds on their fear and despair as much as he feeds upon their flesh, drawing out their final moments with a lover's attention to detail, a talent he inherited from his father, Zair. For Barracus, those painful and terrified moments he spends with his victims before death are true intimacy. Although certainly capable, he enjoys playing games rather than using brute force to trap his quarry, seducing or luring them away from the group until they're vulnerable before he pounces.
Barracus cannot abide the prolonged company of females of his kind; their scent triggers memories of his mother and slowly provokes him into increasingly intense fits of mindless violence. He may be seduced by a mare and thereby reproduce, as he is still subject to his own anatomy and instinct, but that mare would do well to flee immediately after such a coupling. He can stand being around other male purewalkers for a short period of time, but he is much too territorial to tolerate the presence of a potential rival for very long without violence. He may choose to band together with others of his kind for short periods to oppose a powerful enemy, bullying the weaker members into submission through pure force and raw power and challenging anyone who would presume to tell him what to do at the smallest sign of weakness. He views other soquili species as woefully inferior and weak but prefers to harness and twist the skills of the more traditionally ruthless breeds such as Kalonas, Cursed skin walkers, or their spawn to his purposes, rather than submit to forming a shaky alliance with his peers, as they are much more easily dominated. He enjoys corrupting the innocent and having others submit to his power.
Barracus’ mother was always critical of his accomplishments; awarding him only with jeering insults and contempt for anything he tried to do to sedate her. He was kept isolated, and often mercilessly beaten. As a young foal he fled inward and allowed the treatment to continue despite it being well within his power to end the torment. When he reached his teen years he killed his mother in a fit of rage, although he is still convinced that even death is an inadequate barrier for someone as evil and malignant as she, he is sure she stalks his every move through the dead eyes of his victims, thus he disposes the bodies of his victims soon after he kills them, often tossing them in the same space leaving piles of gnawed bleached bones near his lair as unintentional evidence of his presence. His father was never a part of his life although he does know a few things about him, having met him shortly before their final confrontation with Mergha, which resulted in both of his parent’s deaths.
Familiar: NA Herd:NA
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"Barracus -terrifies- me in the most amazing way. I have loved/been scared of his character ever since Faith wrote up her entry to win him and find myself reading her posts despite how creeped out I get. I think he is a terrific example of what a skinwalker should be and a fitting nominee for the season."
~*~ I want my Skinwalker pairing to have a chance to be CCed! ~*~
-------QUESTIONNAIRE------ It is required to answer these questions to have a chance. I WILL work with you so you can understand where you got it wrong if you do get it wrong so you can fix it.
Question: If someone you wish to breed your skinwalker with insists on all three breedings being together, how would you explain this in story canon? And How should this be handled in breeding forms? Answer: They can't lifemate, so you could either do three fling forms or just give selective permission for all three flings to take place. In canon, even though all three breedings were with the same partner, I would have it be coincidence. I wouldn't have both of them plan to be each others only breeding partners, it would just so happen that they have bred successfully three times.
Question: Do Skinwalkers form family units or care what their family thinks? Answer: No, skinwalkers are evil. They form no emotional ties whatsoever and they don't feel loyalty to anyone, not even family.
Question: If you have a hard time RPing a skinwalker in character, what can you do?. Answer: You can pm a staff member to ask for advice if you want to rp them in character in the shop, otherwise you can rp them outside the shop however you'd like, you just won't get stats for it.
Question: Can skinwalkers be entered into Wishing Stars and if so what type? Answer: A cursed walkers partner from before they were cursed can ask for the foal as a reminder of their love's past self. A purewalker can never recieve offspring from a wishing star regardless of who wishes, the spirits wouldn't grant a wish for something that evil.
Question: Skinwalkers can, on rare occasions, form packs/herds to organize an attack, but they always break apart shortly afterwards or sometimes even before they manage to stage the raid. What do you think happens to cause these breakups? Answer: Skinwalkers are unsocial, evil creatures that don't tolerate companionship for any extended period of time. I would say that since skinwalkers and purewalkers aren't really made for cooperating, they would always be looking for signs of weakness in the other group members to use against them and they would rather be killing and torturing each other than working together so their packs/herds would not function well or last very long. Also, as they have no concept of loyalty they can't organize with each other and thus really just aren't capable of any sort of collaborative task in most situations.
Question: In your own words, please explain the nature of Skinwalkers. Answer: Vicious, merciless, arbitrarily violent and bloodthirsty. I would say they represent destruction, chaos, and evil.
Barracus specifically: Barraccus is the embodiment of darkness; vicious and bloodthirsty, to put it simply, he is an extremely dangerous purewalker to cross paths with.
Barracus is sadistic, ruthless, and completely devoid of mercy or compassion. His actions are driven by greed, hatred of life in all its forms, and a lust for destruction and blood.
About Me: Vesper is very pixie-like. She has a childlike innocence and whimsical effervescence about her than can be both enchanting and disturbing at times. She loves flowers, and tends to refer to them as though they are people, with emotions and personalities. She can often be found out in the garden she shares with Erynion, her lifemate, carrying on animated discussions with the flowers around her while Ery takes care of their more basic needs. Vesper tends to the flower's 'emotional' well being while Erynion handles most of the physical aspect of their care. She often jokes that she gets along so well with plants because she is part flower, hence the 'petals' that grow at the base of her wings. Vesper is incredibly trusting and a little naive, she doesn't really comprehend danger or evil. She had always led a very sheltered existence.
Vesper is not a very talented flyer. She never had any reason to learn, since she enjoys spending most of her time on the ground with her 'friends,' much less a teacher. She can hover and glide with the best of them but long trips are nearly impossible, she is easily distracted by the goings on below her and will forget to flap her wings, wobbling and dropping every hundred feet or so like a drunkard. Erynion has been helping to teach her the basics but even he has trouble overcoming his lifemate's short attention span. She'll often be too busy sneaking adoring glances at the stallion that she'll fly into a tree or fall out of the air all together.
Erynion is the center of Vesper's entire world, their connection is easily the closest and most meaningful of Vesper's interpersonal relationships. She is completely devoted to him, his happiness and well being are the most important things to her. They met on one of Erynion's outings to find seeds and young plants for his garden, he took Vesper home with him for a visit and she never left. It was love at first sight, theirs is truly a fairy tale romance.
Vesper does have rare moments of lucidity, when she behaves like an adult mare rather than an overgrown child. These occur almost exclusively when someone she loves is in danger or pain or at important milestones in her life. Rarely will it occur when she herself is in danger but it has happened in the past. They come and go in short spurts and Vesper often has only a vague memory of what she says and does when they occur. Vesper's childlike behaviors and mindset have to do with traumatizing events from when she was a foal, to protect her sanity, she essentially fragmented her personality, leaving her childlike self in control and hiding her dark memories and the part of her that is mature enough to understand them away inside. The adult part of her is what emerges to take over when the situation requires it, but since that part of her is no longer connected to her waking self, she cannot remember what she does while it is in control.
Vesper (Faithofthefallen) x Erynion (LOLTERNATIVE and Faithofthefallen)
Mother: Vesper (Faithofthefallen) UNCERT pregnant stage: I have one somewhere -kicks PB-
Father: Erynion (LOLTERNATIVE and Faithofthefallen) UNCERT
Co Ownership?:Faith and Lolly Lolly has breeding rights for Ery although in this case it doesn't matter ;D Teepees: Faith's Lolly's Link to Breeding Agreement:here ---Lifemate?: Yes <3 -cuddles them-
RP Approved?: No
Low Luck?: No
list of attempts
Same Breed Variants: Yus ---Templates to Avoid: NA
Throwbacks?: Yes ---Link to previous Generations: Silvera (Ery's Father) Aethereal (Ery's Mother) Lady Requiem (Ery's Grandmother) Legolas (Ery's Grandfather)
About Me: Belle is very elegant, feminine and carries herself with an unconscious grace. Despite her lineage, Belle is not an evil mare, she is very warm, kind, loving, and loyal to those family and friends who care enough to get to know her. She is also protective of them to the point of dangerous ferocity. Jezabelle has never killed for pleasure of for love of blood as some in her family have, but only as a means to satisfy the cravings that are her birthright and thus allow her to maintain control and live a normal life. After years of dealing with the alienation and disgust of those who found her habits strange or disturbing, she no longer has any patience when dealing with squeamish or cowardly soquili who chose to renounce her because of her unusual diet and non-Kalona appearance. Despite this painful rejection, Belle has not hardened her heart towards the world, like her mother and is still open to meeting new people and exploring new places.
Belle is a creature of the night in more ways than one. She is extremely photosensitive, a quality she inherited from her mother although it's intensity was honed by her fathers genes, being exposed to sunlight for even a short period of time brings on a splitting headache and intense nausea so she tends to take shelter during the day, emerging at night to feed and explore. As a foal, Belle wasn't affected by this trait, it emerged gradually as she grew older and firmly took hold in adulthood. Jezabelle has a craving for blood. She requires regular foods for nourishment but they are bland and don't fully satisfy her hunger, but she will not eat meat as she finds the texture and taste repulsive. Belle is unstable, If she doesn't satisfy her blood cravings her mental and physical stability deteriorate gradually, she becomes weak and hallucinatory after only a couple days without it. In a sense she has inherited, to a lesser degree, the bloodlust that plagues her mother. The difference is that Belle can stave off the episodes by satisfying her morbid cravings regularly so as long as she has the means to do so, she remains fully in control of herself. She gets the blood she needs either by killing small animals with her cleaver and draining them or by taking blood from a living donor. (Unless she is hunting she carries the cleaver out of sight in one of the pouches on her back) Jezabelle inherited her father's fangs which she generally uses to puncture the skin at the base of the donor's neck although technically any major artery would work just as well. Belle finds the impulsive violence and slaughter that her parents and a few of her siblings indulge in as crude and wasteful. But while she may look down upon some of their actions she loves them, even her mother despite what Jessamine put her through, and always tries to take their eccentricities in stride because of that.
History Jezabelle is the daughter of Jessamine, a mare with no known kalona or skinwalker relatives, who suffers from an uncontrollable bloodlust which drives her to maim, kill, and feast upon her victims; As well as of Relic, a compulsive kidney thieving 'doctor' from the Bloodmoon carnival. Belle and her siblings were conceived in a night of passion and their parents parted ways the next morning. Jessamine discovered herself pregnant shortly after, less than a year since giving birth to her first children whom she abandoned with a trustworthy angeni stallion. Jessamine intended to leave the baskets in separate homes this time around, as it was difficult to move more than one at a time with any amount of speed or stealth, but the plan went awry. To her mother's horror, Jezabelle emerged from her basket the night before she was to be transferred to her new home. Despite herself, Jessamine became attached to her daughter and didn't want to have to give her up. She kept Belle in a small Den in a secluded section of the forest with her familiar, Cleaver, to stand guard while she was away hunting. There Belle remained for the first part of her childhood, her mother returning regularly to bring food and Cleaver hunting while she was away to provide the filly with food and the blood she craved. Jessamine knew that this was no way for her daughter to grow up but her guilt wasn't enough for her to overcome her selfish desire to keep her daughter for herself, safe in their tiny home and far away from any who would steal Belle's affection from her.
Jezabelle escaped her possessive mother while still on the brink of adulthood. Sheltered and inexperienced in the wide world outside of her home, she nearly starved to death fleeing as far from her mother as possible before she adopted the practice of following behind other , larger, predators to scavenge the remains of their kills until she regained her strength. When she finally matured, she was still not much larger than a foal, not an ideal size for a huntress, but she was quick, and like her mother before her, found her disarming appearance to be particularly useful to luring in prey. She experienced some of the same rejection as her mother, feeling between worlds as the regular soquili rejected her for her bloodlust and her meat eating brethren thought her small and weak, her blood diluted and useless. Belle became viciously indignant, going through a rather savage phase where she made her small patch of territory as notoriously feared as that of the fiercest predator.
Two things turned her away from that bloodthirsty path, first, she met her father and sister. Their love and acceptance tempered the terrible rage driven by loneliness and despair. Second, she met and fell in love with the large and honorable stallion, Laertes. Theirs was a whirlwind romance, they were young, and lifemated before they really got to know each other. Over time their differences began to drive a wedge between them and by the time Belle found out she was pregnant, their relationship was rocky and unhappy. She gave birth to three healthy foals shortly before the two decided to break their lifemating, to her intense heartache, Laertes resumed his travels. This time with one of their daughters in tow. By this time Belle had reunited with most of her immediate family, finding them one by one and bringing them together slowly. She had even reopened communication with her mother. Her young niece, Risti, stayed with her to help look after the foals when she had to hunt and she joined her grandfather's herd for added protection upon being introduced to him by her mother and aunt.
Saxon and Claudette grew up and foals were wont to do and began their own lives. Without motherhood to distract her, Jezabelle was hit with the full force of her sorrow over her broken lifemating. It was the first time she had been rejected by someone she loved, rather than a stranger, because of who she was. She began travelling away from the herd lands, she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she needed to find her center again. She met and befriended a stallion named Wisp during her travels, they had plenty in common and he didn't flee in disgust when she revealed her rather unusual diet. They planned to meet again soon and feeling better than she had in a long time, Belle returned home. When she arrived, her family informed her that Claudette had gone missing. Frantic, Jezabelle rushed to where Claudette had last been seen to try to track her down, she found evidence that her daughter had been viciously attacked right before being attacked herself by the skinwalker Howl. Their fight was long and bitter and although Belle managed to escape with her life, she was severely injured and nearly bled to death while trying vainly to return to Vincento and the rest of the herd to inform them of what had befallen Claudette. She knew she couldn't possibly reach the herd before dying of blood loss, she stopped to rest and to attempt to tie a tourniquet, she nearly passed beyond the point of no return. A medic named Risk happened upon her and managed to patch her up, she took a long time to recover physically, but her real wounds were more than skin deep. Belle began experiencing flashbacks and nightmares about her attack, unbeknownst to her, Claudette had survived, albeit barely, her attack by Howl and was by now recuperating in the graveyard with Cethin Deathbringer and Grave. Belle felt sure her daughter was now dead, if not from the attack, then by now from her injuries, and felt if only she could have reached help in time, that Claudette could have been saved. She blamed herself for the loss of another of her children and the evil and terror she had experienced during her encounter with the skinwalker made her question her own goodness as she also had hunted, although she no longer needed to kill, she had killed in the past, and feeling what her prey must have felt plagued on her mind much longer than the wounds plagued her flesh.
Belle was headed down a dark road, the madness that runs in her family began to prey upon her mind in opportunistic hunger, she began to seek out danger and darkness. She began feverishly training, planning on facing the skinwalker that had harmed her and her child and exacting revenge. In the midst of her internal struggle, Wisp reappeared. His words and strong influence began to drag her back from the brink of madness. She became more lucid, albeit her thirst for vengeance remained. Their love blossomed and was a balm to her torn soul. Wanting to test her newfound skills, Belle tracked down a skinwalker. It was the wrong one, but it was deadly, despite her training, she found herself woefully outmatched. In that moment, fighting for her life, Belle felt the new lives within her move for the first time. She realized she was pregnant and was no longer putting just herself in danger, she was risking the lives born from the love shared between her and Wisp. She escaped, barely, with only a few minor wounds and returned to Wisp. They lifemated and in the due course of such things, Belle gave birth to their first offspring together. Although Belle was still wary around her mother, she finally returned home to the herd to present her younger children and mate to her grandfather and Patriarch, Vincento. He welcomed Wisp as an honorary member, free to come and go in the herdlands, and they were happy. Belle, surrounded by those she loved, began to heal from her daughter's death in a more healthy manner.
Name of Soquili and Link to Image:Jezabelle Link to Teepee:Teepee Do you remember when your Soquili first maxed out? March 3013 Links to RP(s) that show how the Soquili has grown over time, proving his or her development into an Elder:
Under Lock and Key (Jezabelle x Jessamine) Jezabelle emerges from her basket to a shocked Jessamine, who had not yet found an adoptive parent to give her away to. Jessamine realizes for the first time, how strong the bond is between mother and child and decided to hide Jezabelle away from the world to protect her innocence and to shield her from a world that could not accept her.
Children's games Belle x Gideon An unfinished rp, I put it in here because the first post goes into the relationship that develops between Belle and Jessamine. Jessamine, who is nocturnal hunter, leaves for extended periods of time when her violent fits overcome her, she doesn't want to accidentally harm her daughter. Belle is left in the reluctant care of Jess's owl familiar, but as Cleaver is also nocturnal, Belle is able to sneak out during the daytime to experience life outside of her den, and to try her hand at hunting for herself. Jessamine has cultivated Belle's fear of the outside world, assuring her that it is filled with monsters that will attack her if given the chance, thus Belle always arms herself with a stout stick to defend herself with when outside the safety of her home. It scares her to be out and about, but staying cooped up in the den with Cleaver and her mother is an intolerable alternative.
Shadows of the Past Jezabelle x Ignis Having reached adulthood, Jezabelle made the painful but necessary decision to escape from her mother in order to pave her own way in life. By now, she has figured out that she is an outcast. A soquili that appears normal, but has an appetite more suited for a Kalona, just like her mother. She also can no longer venture out into the sunlit world as the light hurts her eyes. Trying to live life to the fullest and be true to herself, she was honest about who she was and what she ate with those she met and tried to befriend, but was continuously met with rejection, fear, and disgust. Other soquili hated and feared her in the same way they feared the Kalona, more so even, because she could pass among them without raising an alarm. The Kalona would not accept her because she did not bear any Kalona characteristics and those she had met scorned her. Trapped in between, and lonely, Belle begins to wonder why she and her mother are the way they are. Mulling over this, she is walking through the forest she has been forced to take refuge in when an Angeni named Ignis crashes through the trees near her. Unable to move the unconscious and gravely injured stallion to safety, she instead stands guard over him until he can wake and move himself. When he finally does awake, he calls her 'Jessamine.' She corrects him. Ignis is the adoptive father of Jezabelle's two elder half siblings, although she does not know this, so he feels protective of her as 'kin of his kin.' Belle is curious about how he knows her mother, but overwhelming that is her relief to meet someone who was showing her some kindness and respect. To her horror, her bloodlust, denied for so long, rears its ugly head when she is overwhelmed by the scent of Ignis' blood. She tries to send him away from her, but he refuses to abandon her when he can tell she is distressed. Her control splintering, she attacks him as he tries to convince her to tell him what is wrong but despite his grave injures, Ignis is more than a match for her. He quells her attack almost as quickly as it was launched. Belle thinks he is about to kill her, but, understanding her cravings more than she did, he instead offers her a taste of his blood willingly to help her regain control and promises to explain how he knows her family once he has gotten treatment. She decides to lead him to the edge of the forest and help him find a healer. (They do end up becoming separated before she ever finds anything out)
Darkness Within Jezabelle x Douglas Grifon Jezabelle is alone again and has turned down a path towards becoming as bloodthirsty and violent as her mother in her bitterness over how she has been treated for something she cannot help. When she denys her bloodlust to try to be 'normal,' it builds up and bursts out of her in violent episodes that leave her with little to no control over her behavior. Ignis taught her that if she gives into it when it rises, she can maintain her control and sanity at all times, so she has really given into it. Belle is tracking an animal she managed to wound (Belle wasn't trained to hunt effectively at this point and was clumsy about her kills). Unbeknownst to her an unstable stallion named Douglas Grifon has also picked up the blood trail, he comes upon her when she has just found the kill and startles her. Elegant and viscious, Jezabelle is not amused by his odd behaviors, thinking, not inaccurately, that he would very much like to steal her kill. Douglas accuses her of trespassing in Mahapadma territory and challenges her to a fight. Belle knows she cannot win, she is smaller, weaker, and less experienced at fighting, but her sister Sangria taught her to coat her weapons in a paralyzing venom, and she figures if she can get enough of it into his bloodstream, she can escape. The roleplay was never finished but I believe it is important because it shows one of the mentalities she went through as she was learning to deal with her differences from others.
Why would your Soquili (IC) choose the Elder path? ICly, Belle would not actively seek the path to eldership. She does not see herself as a leader, rather she assumed the role to help her family and found herself to be good at it.
Why have you chosen the Elder path for your Soquili OOC? I have chosen Belle to be an elder because she is very near and dear to my heart, her character speaks for itself when I roleplay her and I feel that even if she does not see herself as a leader, she is a leader in the eyes of her family and herd.
About Me: Aelita is very similar to a dryad. Although she is not physically or in any way literally connected to the tree she has connected with, she experiences almost unbearable psychological pain and depression when separated from it. She loves the wild beauty of the tree and the forest around her. Her favorite season is spring, when the tree's pink flowers blossom. She is a happy mare, laughing, whimsical and passionate, unconsciously embodying the rapturous joy of life that is the spring. Spring time is the natural mating season of most animal and plant life and Aelita's amorous personality reflects this aspect of the season too. Aelita has the nearsightedness of youth, she reasons that because she is beautiful, she must be significant, although what she signifies and to whom is not clear to her yet. She is somewhat vain, perfectly content to while away an entire day admiring her reflection, she appreciates the beauty of others as well, and especially of the forest. She enjoys the company of other soquili, provided they don't try to make her stray too far away from her tree, she gets a little unreasonable at that point. Because of her close ties to her tree, she is not fond of axes or fires in her section of the woods. Lita enjoys the attention and admiration of stallions but finds she appreciates the company of other mares more as they tend to offer more conversation wise. Males are pretty and useful when she needed someone strong or when it came time to have baskets but females were trustworthy companions and friends. She is highly passionate and empathetic about nature and prefers to spend time with those of a like mind. Although generally peaceful, Aelita's horn is a deadly weapon when she, or more importantly, her tree is threatened.
History: Aelita never knew her father. He left when he found out her mother was pregnant and never returned. Lita's mother was forced to raise her daughter by herself but she couldn't take the filly everywhere with her. Often, she would leave Aelita alone to play in the shade of a massive dogwood tree in the center of a bright and beautiful grove in the woods while she went off by herself on some errand or another, one day, her mother never came back. Lita stayed there for a the rest of her childhood, at first because she was unsure of where else she could go and eventually because she didn't want to be anywhere else. She developed a deep connection with her tree, perhaps her attachment was the misplaced affection leftover from the memories of her parents. The tree never left her alone, it sheltered her, and although she wished it could provide conversation, she began to appreciate the timeless profoundness of its' silence. She ventured a little way away from her tree to find food and water, but otherwise she kept it company. She began to experience a deep psychological pain when separated from the tree for long periods of time, a loneliness and anxiety that proved far too much to bear for anything but the necessities. Aelita is amused and fascinated by strangers, so she happily allowed a pair of passing two leggers to build her a sturdy shelter around the trunk of the tree to shelter her from winter and the worst of the spring and summer storms, it meant that she never had to leave the tree alone, for Lita was sure it felt the pain of their separation as keenly as she.
About Me: Belinda was raised in a herd of pixies, purity of their bloodlines was highly valued among the members of her herd. Her mother and father both appeared to be full blooded pixies, they had a high status in the herd and both were highly respected, but when Belinda was born, the only child with a tiny spiral horn sprouting from her forehead, it raised embarrassing questions about their families history. Belinda and her siblings certainty looked like their parents in coloring and physical characteristics, so there could be no question about their legitimacy, the entire herd was spooked by Belinda's ghostly colored eyes and the skull like mask that didn't seem to come from any member of her family. Belinda's parents and siblings were never openly hostile towards her, but even as a foal, Belinda felt unwelcome among them. She was different, and that clearly was a problem. She never quite fit in with the others her age, and she felt that her family blamed her personally for their fall in the social hierarchy of the herd. On the brink of adulthood, Belinda left her herd in the middle of the night, never once looking back. She loved her family, but they made it clear she would never be accepted as one of them, while that was painful, she was nonetheless excited to escape the suffocating sadness of her childhood. She knew there were other herds out there who weren't as narrow minded and who could accept her for who she was rather than hating her for not being who they wanted her to be.
Belinda had scarcely entered adulthood when the earthquake shook her homeland and opened the passge into the kawani lands, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to escape her previous life and find a new beginning, she volunteered to migrate there along with a vast majority of others at the request of the elders. Upon arrival, still reeling with culture shock and in a desperate attempt to assimilate into this new society, she took part in a quaint local custom that seemed to celebrate love and fertility, both topics that made her uncomfortable, to her intense embarrassment she had gotten carried away in the heat of the moment and wound up pregnant by a stallion whom she had met only once. The father, Conri, was an adventurous free spirit. Not one to be tied by bonds of family or love, so she let him go. She couldn't ask him to stay with her and the children, their personalities were too different, a future between them was impossible to contemplate, and she didn't want to feel bound to a stallion whom she would probably only see a few times throughout the year. After the usual amount of time, Belinda went into labor, the experience was terrifying for the young mare, she had never been close to her mother, or any of the older females in the herd she grew up in. She had seen pregnant mares during her childhood, but they almost always went away with the midwife when their time came along, and came back with their new baskets in tow. Alone and in pain, with no one to help her understand the natural process she was going through, she somehow managed to give birth to two healthy colts and place them into their baskets to finish their development. Although proud of her accomplishment, Belinda was at a loss, she suffered through intense bouts of postpartum depression and often resolutely began to walk away from her two children before being chased back by horrifying thoughts of their being accosted by some evil soquili. After a few weeks of this, she decided that her best course of action would be to track down Conri and leave him one of the baskets anonymously, both of her children would be safer that way. It took her quite a while, but she was able to manage it. Soon after, the basket she kept popped open and she met her infant son, Florian. For Belinda, it was love at first sight, she took him with her everywhere, taught him as best as she knew how, and did everything she could to keep him safe and whole. But she was a young mother, inexperienced and alone, it wasn't long before Florian, ever the adventuresome foal, began to periodically wander off on his own, reducing Belinda to fits of panic as she tried to track him down. One day after over a week of waiting for him to return, she realized that the only son she had left was lost to her, it was as she had always feared.
She spent the next few months in constant travel, combing over the area where Florian had been lost, but to no avail, there was no sign of what could have happened to him. For her own sanity, she took that as a good sign. Surely if a kalona or skinwalker had caught up with her errant child, they would leave behind some evidence. After nearly a year of searching, Belinda gave up her wandering search, Florian had inherited some of his father's nature clearly. She reassured herself that he would find her again when he was ready or able. She took up residence in a secluded little grotto a few miles away and returned to that spot every seven days to check for signs of his passing.
Alone again, and lonely, Belinda again took part in the local ritual, this time enjoying a tryst with a kind stallion names Quetzalcoatl. The next morning, he fled, both of them embarrassed at being caught up in their emotions. Him to return to his family, and her to return to waiting for her son. By this time, Florian would have been grown and she was starting to give up hope that he was out there, but she felt she owed it to him to wait for him. Not long after her fling, she began to experience very familiar symptoms, she was pregnant. Again. And alone, again. She had nothing but a name to go by to find Quetz and this time, she didn't even try, but much to her surprise he sought her out. By then her pregnancy was obvious and she told him he was indeed the father, he invited her back to his herd with him and after some consideration, Belinda decided that would be for the best. She felt awkward and embarrassed at first, but the Yectenua herd was like a breath of fresh air to the mare, she adored Quetzalcoatl's family and after spending some time getting to know him better, they both realized that their feelings for each other ran deep and strong. They lifemated and raised three happy and healthy (albeit a tad bit strange) children together. Belinda still has not found her son, but for the first time in her life she feels like she belongs and is welcome, she remains faithful that Florian is out there somewhere and that someday their paths will cross once again. Until then, she means to live her life to the fullest.
About Me: Vervada is an attractive, slender mare with long black hair and dark crimson eyes. When hired as an assassin, she is both thorough and subtle, often using easily dismantled traps to contain her victims and poison to finish them off, she disposes of them by feeding their remains to her spiders. As she has a very in depth knowledge of making poisons and how they work, she need not be present to finish her contracts which also helps her maintain anonymity.
She is a quite mare by nature and has developed particularly acute hearing as well as sense of smell to compensate for her rather poor vision. Being part Kalona, Vervada requires flesh and blood to supplement her diet. If forced to hunt she uses the diluted powers of her race to help her catch her prey, inducing sickness and muscle aches that slow it enough for her to catch it. This is only useful against small prey and induces only the mildest of stomach or muscle discomfort if employed against a full grown attacker such as another soquili, the attempt would also exhaust her to the point of collapse so she prefers to using her other skills when hunting large prey.
Vervada feels a strong kinship to spiders, they suit her nature perfectly. Quiet, clean, graceful, and they don't bother her with pointless chatter. Before joining the dark brotherhood, she often left the remains of her kills unburied to attract flies and draw in the spiders. Their gossamer like webs stretched across nearly every surface in her home, she would often lay back and listen to the soft music of the spiders playing their webs for hours on end, indiscernible to the normal ear but to Vervada, as clear as a birds' song, and even more precious.
History: Vervada's mother was a beautiful full blooded Kalona, her father a handsome stallion who was immediately smitten. They were together for a short happy time before her mother found herself pregnant. She then began to act strangely, lashing out against her mate and growing more and more reclusive. It came to a peak the night of Vervada's birth when, crazed with bloodlust, her mother killed the stallion who had sired her two children.
Vervada had a relatively normal childhood. She was never very sociable but then again, neither were her mother and brother. They enjoyed each others quiet companionship while going about their own business and pursuing their own interests. She learned about the events that occurred on the night of her birth from her mother when she felt her children were old enough to bear it. Although surprised, Vervada didn't feel much different after the revelation. People died all the time, her sire was a stranger to her, his death was barely a ripple in her life. Her brother, on the other hand, was sickened by their mother's actions. He had always been more passionate than his female relatives and simply couldn't relate to them. He took more after his father in both looks and temperament, he thought his mother heartless, his sister cold, and over time they drifted apart. Her brother left home when they were nearly grown and Vervada soon followed suit. Although she loved her mother in her own strange way, she preferred solitude and desired a place of her own. She has not contacted anyone in her family since then, and to be honest, wouldn't know where to begin looking should she desire it.
For quite a few years she lived a solitary existence tucked in the deep corners of an ancient forest, where the massive trees grow so closely together that barely any light could penetrate. This made no difference to Vervada as she has never relied much on her poor eyesight and was well able to navigate her home with the use of her other senses. She captured prey by coating the sharp edges of stones and branches placed about her home with a paralyzing neurotoxin and after eating her fill she fed the remains to her spiders.
Vervada has never been a stranger to death but it was quite some time before a speaker of the Dark Brotherhood was able to track her down and offer her a place among their ranks. She was initially hesitant but ended up finding an unexpected home among this strange and secretive group of assassins. She was a skilled killer and her in depth knowledge of poisons lent all of her jobs a certain finesse that impressed her superiors. She moved up through the ranks quickly and now finds herself in the position of Speaker, recruiting new members and distributing contracts to her dark brothers and sisters in the name of Sithis and the Nightmother.
Name: Vorpal 'The Frumious Snapper' Breed: Mutant Kelpi'Suti Temper: Unhinged Found: 11/16/11 Obtained: Staff's Once Upon a raffle Uncert|Adult Cert
Without rest or pause—while those frumious jaws Went savagely snapping around— He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped, Till fainting he fell to the ground. "The Hunting of the Snark"-Lewis Carrol
About Me: Vorpal is the illegitimate child of a Shadow Ulun'suti and a Kelpi stallion. Abandoned at birth, he has no memory of his parents or family and believes that he was sucked into Kawani after the destruction of his home world, which he refers to simply as 'Wonderland'. Vorpal is not evil but he is a naturally dangerous stallion to cross paths with, he is nocturnal, more due to his personality than to any physical objection towards the sun, he simply prefers dark and gloomy places. Vorpal is often childishly cruel although he somehow maintains a strange sort of twisted innocence even in his cruelty. Despite this, he is reasonably intelligent, in a depraved sort of way and enjoys coming across new acquaintances. He is rarely angered and behaves in a warm, friendly, albeit slightly creepy manner towards any soquili he deigns to start a conversation with. Still, be warned, while he may seem kind and genuine one minute, it is entirely possible he will try to lure you into a deadly trap in the next, without losing an inch on his too wide smile.
Vorpal extracts much entertainment by luring unsuspecting soquili and kawani into potentially life threatening situations, or getting them lost in his twisted and nonsensical section of forest. He can be difficult to get to know, evasively cunning in his ability to sidestep questions about himself on a personal level, and more than a little deranged. His advice, when offered, is often cryptic, unhelpful, and vexatious to unravel and he loves twisting other people's words to his own benefit or amusement. He spends the majority of his time in a swampy area within the densely wooded tum tum tree forest, the canopy is so thick it is a world of perpetual twilight. There are many wandering nonsensical paths that weave and turn through the twisted trees surrounding his home, which are covered with unhealthy looking glowing mushrooms that provide just enough light to see by
He enjoys Swimming, darkness, eating the glowing mushrooms, scaring people and playing tricks on them, making shadow puppets, frightening people with his shadow puppets, seducing ladies with his creepy awkwardness, spying on people lost in his forest, singing, making up crazy stories
Abilities: He can create small transparent shadow creatures with his power, they cannot move or speak on their own but Vorpal likes to project them onto a solid surface and has been known to have extended conversations with them while they last. If Vorpal stays in an area for an extended period of time (a few days to a week) the shadows gradually become deeper and darker, this is something that happens passively because of his shadow Ulun'suti ancestry. He cannot control it, but it does draw on his strength, thus he usually never stays in one specific area for too long. He is carnivorous, preying mostly on small animals. His swirly, shadowy coat breaks up his body in the darkness, rendering him nearly invisible at night and allowing him to sneak up on prey, or whoever else he has a mind to with relative ease. In contrast his golden eyes, horns, and claws glow in the dark so he will often camouflage them with mud when he is hunting. Vorpal's tail is too thick and heavy to allow him to fly with ease but his powerful leathery wings allow him to glide for short distances. He is an excellent swimmer, he uses his wings like paddles to propel himself foreword swiftly and his tail allows him to navigate gracefully with skill and precision. He loves the water and will often lurk in murky ponds, rivers, or lakes with only his the top of his head breaking the surface. He can hold his breath longer than most soquili although not quite as long as a full blooded kelpi, his strange, constantly whirling eyes allow him to see both in the dark and underwater. Vorpal is nocturnal by choice, the sun dries out his fins and he doesn't blend in as well. There are rare occasions when he will move around during the daylight hours but it is not his preference. He can usually be found in dense forests and swamps.
Throwbacks?: Yes ---Link to previous Generations: NA
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Entry Line: Veryna (Naggeela) x Vorpal (Faithofthefallen)
Veryna (Naggeela) x Vorpal (Faithofthefallen)
Image of mother: Uncert Image of father: Uncert Unedited?: No Low Luck?: No Lifemate? No Co Ownership?: NA RP Qualified?: No Teepees: Faithofthefallen's Throwbacks?: Yes Link to previous Generations: Dragoon Xanti Breeding Agreement:Breeding Agreement
