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Username:[+Katch+]
Soquili Name:Bavo(Male)Olympia(female)
Number of Soquili Owned: 3 (two + two co owns)
Why do you want this basket?: I loooove the parents, they're so amusing together, and much to the surprise of everyone the baskets turned out stunning. On top of everything, the personalities will be sizzling and the color will be wild <3 I would love a Soq with that much snaz XD
What would your future plots be for this basket?
This little one will have SPUNK (with capital lettering and all)
They'll be as fiery and competitive as mum with a arrogant air like dad.
-I'm sure it would be a chore making friends like that, so they'd go out and try anyway! they have to be popular. They HAVE to be the best.
-They wont be as grand as mum with running but they'll find a talent in other things and surpass everyone.
-They always want a challenge. Verbally or otherwise.
-They'll have NO idea how to hold a decent conversaton or relationship without being sarcastic (parental influence anyone?)
Will you be around shop?: YEP <3
Will you RP this basket?: Hellz ya ;D
Prompt: #2
RP Response:

(using Olympia)

" RUN FASTER~!!" her mother shouted at her, Olympia laid her ears back on her skull and grimaced, biting back a retort, and yet she pushed herself further, faster, tried harder. But unfortunately, she didn't seem to be cut out for running. She just WASN'T her mother and she would have to deal with that eventually...right? " FASTERRRR~!!" or not...guh...
Even if she had outrun her bright and particularly obnoxious siblings she was never good enough for her mother. She was the color of bronze, the apple had not fallen far off that tree, but her mom had OTHER ideas, like somehow, with enough training, her coat would turn gold. or something. " Oh for F***'s sake" she spat viciously, slowing down to a walk, despite the spitting and hissing coming from Millicent. " Sorry mummy dear, running just ISN'T my thing" She much prefered contests of wit and word play, having a poisonous tongue could be more useful than running a track ANY day of the week. She flicked her mane hautily, her blue eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. Bring it on.
She had always done as her mother had asked her, run, jump, swim, faster faster faster. "Oh to hell with it...i'm tired" Sure exercise was fine and dandy, but enough was enough, her coat would never change, she would never be "gold" and mummy was gonna have to deal with it.
While she wasn't the GREATEST runner, she excelled in other forms, she was a sharper than a tack, she was quick to challenge when she was ahead and had her mothers flash fire temper. She could take on the world, have others at her beck and call and not give a damn. Her mother respected her for her wits at least, and pushed her to try and be the best at anything she could...but running? not on the agenda of life.
While she had been named Olympia, it was her smarts and her silver tongue that were Olympic. She snorted and held herself high, eyeing her ever bickering parents, she had learned of course, from the best~
"Bring it on"

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Username: Jynk
Soquili Name: Male - Kijani (Swahili for "warrior") | Female - Sloane (Irish for "warrior")
Number of Soquili Owned: 3 -the herd
Why do you want this basket?: Because I love talking to Riri and Lee and, while i have yet to rp with Lee, I do enjoy RPing with Riri. I'd like the opportunity to be a part of their Soq family. Also, the foal is going to be just awesome.
What would your future plots be for this basket? Anything involving their family and exploring more of their personality. I'd like for them to be perhaps warrior-like to take in their parents' personalities of competitiveness, arrogance, and combativeness, but protective of their family and friends. The Soq would have an adventurous spirit and feel the need to roam and explore, perhaps to prove themselves by finding new territories and living a survivalist's life.
Will you be around shop?: You bet!
Will you RP this basket?: Yes!
Prompt: #1
RP Response:
Mother and Father are at it again. Always with the sniping and bickering. It's an act, though. I'm almost sure it is. Sometimes, the way they look at each other betrays them. That little glimmer, that little spark? It's love. It always has been. I don't know why they hide it from others, from themselves, but it's there. When Mother says "I hate you." she really means "I love you." When Father calls her a cow, he really is saying, "You're beautiful."

It takes a special sort of couple to know how to communicate on a level pleasing to them both. Mother's pride and Father's attitude makes it hard for them to be openly affectionate, I bet. I should be so lucky to find a mate that understands me half as well as Mother and Father understand each other, and I hope to find the same passion they have as well. I guess there's a fine line between hate and love, anger and passion. If an argument can lead to affection, how is that a bad thing?

Besides, couples that are overly affectionate are boring, almost fake. My parents are interesting. It's like they have a secret between them, their love for each other. They hide it away from everyone else because, really, no one but them ever need know their true feelings.

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Username: Mei silja
Soquili Name: Resa (Swedish for journey)
Number of Soquili Owned: 0 I own no familiar or anything at all from soquili (Not for the lack of trying of course)
Why do you want this basket?: Cause it be a pretty spotted baby and the family personality is brilliant.. Also the third prompt drew me in because it sounded so fun.
What would your future plots be for this basket? I want him to learn all about his parents lives and find out about the bet! (Wants to know the bet himself)
Will you be around shop?: The shop thread sort of scares me.. so many people and its like a wall keeping everyone else out. If I ever get a soquili I will try again to go to the threads.
Will you RP this basket?: Of course I will!
Prompt: 3
RP Response: They were fighting yet again, it was always like this ever since Resa could recall. Oh they fought about different things, but this one was often said and made him and his siblings stop to listen. Flamgay is what their mother often call’s their father when fighting, all because one of his markings happens to line around his eyes. Resa thought it was a lovely marking and made the blue stand out on his father, the only other color he had aside from the orange black and white markings he had everywhere else. Today’s fight looked like it would last all day, really what was their problem? His siblings were laughing, distracting Resa from his thoughts and silent watching of the heated argument over running now.

Quiet suddenly his siblings said, “Resa, we dare you to go and tell them you’re gay!” The two laughed wildly and Resa just stared at them without believing what he just heard. “You want me to go up to them and just say I’m gay, are you nuts?!” That was like signing a warrant to be yelled at the rest of his life, after all if their mother called their father Flamgay for a simple marking; what would she do to him if he said he was gay? “Come on chicken, you know it would be fun. You never take any of our dares.” They were mocking him he knew it, but it was true what they said. He was not so hot headed as their mother, or as daring as their father yet he would dare to do things they didn’t only because he wanted to.

He had on occasion teased an older stallion with his age to make him chase after him. Resa loved the feeling of the wind caressing him as he ran, none he found could catch him and he tempted even the two legged to chase after him on their captured and empty eyed mounts that were once his kind. He dared to do this because he could, because when he ran he felt free of everything. However a dare from anyone was something stupid, they dared only because they would not do it themselves. Resa looked at his siblings, glaring angrily and stubbornly before he gave a firm nod. “Fine, but you two owe me if I do this.” They nodded hurriedly, both looking shocked he accepted but Resa didn’t care.

Walking past his siblings he went to find the lake that was not so far off, might as well make sure he was squeaky clean to help make this work. To tell the truth he did not know why he accepted the dare, when really he never had before but to tempt their mother in a race; one he lost horridly to as a foal. If he were to guess, it would be to find out just why his mother cared if their father looked as he did. The stallion couldn’t be gay; after all he helped make them with her didn’t he. In the lake he walked chest deep into the water then submerged himself briefly so when he surfaced and shook he was free of dust and dirt. Getting out Resa found a bunch of long green grass and with a huff he lay and rolled in it.

Ok, now to get this dare of the road! Trotting back to his family he almost rolled his eyes to see his parents still arguing and his siblings standing there like sheep watching him. Keeping his easy pace he walked up to both his parents who were standing almost nose to nose; but they did stop and look at him. Now that he had their attention he didn’t know what to do! Swallowing he almost excused himself and took off saying never mind as he ran. “Umm, well I couldn’t help but over hear you both arguing.” Again he added mentally. “I just wanted to tell you both, I’m gay and there is nothing wrong with it mom!” Ok now what?

“I have known I’m gay for a long time and you keep calling father flamgay is not making me feel any better.” Great he was rambling; this was not going so good. “Father looks brilliant and I’m glad I have his markings and you should be glad he picked you to be with.” He looked back to his siblings to see them laughing and he set his ears back turning back to their parents now glaring. “I’m proud of whom I am and I even have someone I like and I plan to go with him! Not only that but he hates running and I plan on stopping!” Snorting he stuck his tongue out then left to rejoin his two siblings who were grinning like foxes. Tail held high he swished it behind him like a proud flag, though as he stopped he groaned as he heard both his parents arguing who made him gay.
“I dare both of you to make them think you were eaten, I bet they can’t argue about that!”

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Username: Ishtanballa
Soquili Name: Russle
Number of Soquili Owned: 2.5- Deirdre (Co-own), Danari, and Ellial
Why do you want this basket?:Because it is filled with so many entertaining possibilities RP wise that I don't even know where to start. xD
What would your future plots be for this basket?Some ideas that come to mind:
I'm the best!!- He/She competes against siblings to try and gain the favor of their mother.
What's gay?- Russle quests to find out the meaning of gay
My talent is...- Russle seeks out older Soq who might able to help him find his special talent
Will you be around shop?: Yes 8D
Will you RP this basket?: Very much
Prompt: #1
RP Response:

They were at it again.

Russle simply stood back and watched as his mothers words ripped through the air like tiny bullets, only to be deflected from his father's bullet proof vest made of goading words. This was a common occurrence amongst his family. So common, that he knew nothing else.

A crowd began to gather as his mother's mouth fired off more bullets at a rapid pace, his father's words causing her to become more incensed. Whispers began to buzz through the words as others watched on with what looked like shock. Words such as "hate" and "spiteful" rained down upon his young ears, stirring up confusion within his young soul.

Hate? Spiteful? Was this how others saw his parents? Were all of them honestly that blind?

He turned his attention back to his parents, trying to see what the others saw. He could not. All he could see was the game.

The game between mother and father, where one tried to best the other with words. This game is what made their relationship so flexible. They did not need to worry about something as silly as hurting the others feelings. They just needed to worry about coming out on top. If their relationship were any other way, if dad were to whisper sweet nothings to mother, or if mother acted as elegant and flirty as other mares, they would grow bored with each other.

The war of words raged on and the crowd just continued to grow. Their whispers turned into an incessant buzz that fed the growing anger inside him like gasoline. Before he could stop himself, he let loose some bullets of his own.

"Would you all just mind your own f***ing business?!"

Silence laid claim to the land as he found all eyes upon his small frame, including those of his parents. More whispers fell upon his ears as the crowd began to part. Soon he was left with just his parents and siblings, as things had been before it all started.

Amusement gleamed in his father's cerulean eyes, and if he wasn't mistaken, for the briefest moment, he saw it reflected in his mother's yellow ones. But if it had been there, it was quickly gone as his mother lashed out, "What are you three doing just standing around?!"

Young lithe muscles tenses in expectation for the that they knew would follow.

"Get to running!"

Russle shot off with his siblings, their young legs propelling them forward into their daily training. At his back, his parents once again started the game.

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Username: Divena
Soquili Name: Shyrn
Number of Soquili Owned: Blossom
Why do you want this basket?: The parents remind me a great deal of a couple of my own characters X-D and I think it'd be fun to play with that kind of background.
What would your future plots be for this basket? That would depend a great deal on how well it gets along with its parents and siblings. I usually prefer to allow personalities and plots come to me as I go.
Will you be around shop?: Yes
Will you RP this basket?: Yes
Prompt: 1
RP Response:
I've seen other families. Loving families. Ones where the parents truly cared about one another, told each other so every chance they got. The children were often disgusted or annoyed with their folks' open displays of affection. I've even caught glimpses of family meals. Of the mother watching over her children while her mate guarded them from predators. It was a disgustingly homey picture, when all was said and done.

To say such a caring scene didn't fit my family would be an understatement, if not a bold faced lie. I mean seriously! I couldn't think of a description that was further from the truth if I tried. Every opportunity my mother got, she ripped into my father and the poor sod seemed to enjoy it. I swear, he's a masochist. That had to be the only reason he tolerated her attitude. And yes, I am being polite there. I would never call my mother what she is. After all, she is the one who gave me life. That little tidbit deserved at least some respect. Probably.

Even when I was nestled safely in my basket, I could hear them screaming at each other. Sometimes I was afraid to leave the safety of my little confinement, for fear I'd emerge to find my mother and father bloodied and dead from having killed one another. Then it would be up to me to raise my siblings.

Not that I'm overly responsible, mind you. I would have much rather left all of the serious thinking up to anyone else. Even my dysfunctional parents. But hell, a foal's gotta do what a foal's gotta do, right? Eh, that's neither here nor there. When I popped my lid, the folks were still there. Of course, the fear that I'd wake up one day to find they'd killed each other never quite faded.

Mother seems to believe that Father's in some sort of closet. That seems to be a great source of her irritation with him. Well, that and he has the most annoying habit she could possible imagine. One that he seems to refuse to give up. You know the one I'm talking about. Breathing.

Personally, I think Mother's too high strung. She doesn't seem to like anyone or anything. Except maybe me and the sibs, but she seems to barely tolerate us. Father? Yeah, he's a sucker. Or a masochist. I'm not really sure which. I mean, why else would he put up with her crap day in and day out? It's sad, really.

But you want to know the kicker? The one thing that makes the least sense of all? Yeah? Well, here goes. And I realize this might prove me to be as insane and dysfunctional as my parents. Brace yourselves for this...

I think they love each other.

Incredible, right? Impossible, even. How could two people who clearly hate one another soooo much, actually love each other?! Well, sit tight and I'll explain. My theory's quite simple, really. So simple that it took me years to realize.

There's a fine line between love and hate. You've heard that cliche, right? I heard it a lot growing up, but it didn't quite make sense until I thought real hard about it. As much as Mother seems to despise Father, and as much s**t as Father takes from Mother, you would think that they would have abandoned one another a long time ago. You might even say that they would have, but for the children.

And I would say you're wrong. I think it's real, genuine, deep love that keeps them together. If they'd truly hated each other as much as they seemed to, then not even my siblings and I would have been enough to hold them together. As selfish as my parents are, I don't think they would have been so altruistic for us, without having some alternative reasoning.

But Mother IS high strung and, well, a b***h. And Father seems to like that side of her, which is just as well. I think they're a match made in heaven, personally. I couldn't imagine a more dysfunctional personality to fit with them and, after all this time, I couldn't picture them apart.

Maybe it's my own battered way of comforting myself from a traumatic childhood. Whatever. I like my illusions so leave me to them. Besides... sometimes it was fun to watch the sparks fly. Life at home was certainly never boring.

There's just one thing that keeps me up at night. One thing that scares me to the core of my being and fills me with an unshakable dread.

They say boys always end up falling for their mothers. eek

(replace boys with girls and mothers with fathers if it's a little girl ^_^)

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Username: Selalusia
Soquili Name: Female- Aurélie, Male - Rezar (meaning golden and golden ray)
Number of Soquili Owned: None... oxo
Why do you want this basket?: It's preeetty. And Razi and Millicent seem like a very entertaining pair to be around and rp with. Also because I want a Soquili >.>
What would your future plots be for this basket? Probably upsetting Millicent by pretending it is lazy and cares nothing for being the best. Eventually runs off on it's own to train and become the "best" at something. Returns home and proves to it's mom that it is worth something. Stuff with Razi would be mostly when it's still a foal because he/she soon realizes that Razi isn't so quick to mess with foals. So would probably try to mess with it's dad knowing this.
Will you be around shop?: Yeah... of course
Will you RP this basket?: Yeah! I want a Soquili so I can rp
Prompt: 2
RP Response: (foal is male in response)

"Be the best! Beat everyone else down! Faster, faster, faster! .... Where does she get off? Stupid b****..." Rezar huffed as he stamped his little hoof. "Running is a sh** talent, if you ask me. What good will it do me to out run everyone else? I don't care what she thinks!" He laid down with an aggravated sigh and grumbled softly to himself. "Millicent may not accept me, but what does it matter. I don't care..." He scratched his chin on his leg. "Who am I kidding? Of course I care what she thinks. I care what both of my parents think. It isn't so hard to stay in dad's favor. But my mom.... she's insane. She must be! I think the only way she'll ever come anywhere close to loving me is if I become the fastest in the land." He laughed, snorting and throwing his head back. "Like that will ever happen!" He looked at his bronze colored fur and sighed. No, he'd never be the best at anything. He personally thought the bronze color was a nice color. And he thought his mom was beautiful.. though he'd never have told her that. But it was what the color implied that bothered him. Third place... definitely not the best, and definitely not acceptable to his mother dearest.

Rezar rolled onto his side to look up at the clouds as he continued to think. Suddenly his eyes widened as an idea hit him. He rolled back over and smirked to himself. It was a good plan he thought. The best he'd yet come up with. The only thing he was very good at was pissing off his parents. So.. why not excel in that? He laughed to himself at the thought. "Then once they think I'm a total screw up, they won't expect so much from me. I can train in secret..." He stands quickly and runs in a circle. "Then once I'm sooo good... I'll show them! I'll show her!" He laughed and reared up on his hind legs, only to lose his balance and fall over.

He looked around quickly to make sure no one had seen him then stood once again. "Alright...so all I need to do is make Millicent think I don't care about what she thinks. I don't want to run, I don't want to be the best. I just want to play and have fun." He looked around again, then attempted to frolic around playfully. "See.. I can pretend to be one of those happy-go-lucky types that Millicent hates so much. I'm a lazy a**...and I don't care what she thinks," he tried to convince himself. He finally stopped his prancing and tried to stand as tall and as proud as he could, letting the sun's rays shine down on his silky coat. He felt proud at the idea he'd come up with. He looked down at his bronze fur again. The sun's rays shining off it made him look almost golden... almost.