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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 1:16 am
Good luck, everyone. I considered entering this, but after staring at a blank document for almost an hour...I can't click. I guess the foal's family just isn't Novablustyle ^^
< 33 everyone has such talent!
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 3:09 pm
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Foal's Name: Ataya (Cherokee I have a tiny part of Cherokee in me, so I thought why not?)
Foal's Gender: Written as Female
Prompt: # 2 - Your parents haven't said much about dad's rival, Wild Wind, but your big sis, 'Suli told you about the chance encounter she had with him before you were born. She pretty much voiced the same opinion of your parents that he's trouble and not worth looking for. But what you don't know is that Wild Wind used live with your mother and knows your stomping grounds near Evening Night's two-legger.
You're off playing by the family tree near the riverside when a shadow seems to flicker across the sunlight. Before you know it, you're standing right in front of a great medicine hat paint who seems to be sneering at you behind his grin and bi-colored eyes. He tells you that you don't have a hoof to stand on in either the Wind or the Horse races and you're another abomination to your parents' record.
How do you take this? Do you stand up for your family or will the doubt seed take root?
The wild stallion sneered again, his upper lip curling showing his blunt teeth. Ataya backed up for the third time while thinking. First of all, what in the skies and worlds was an abomination? The little filly tried to crane her neck back to see herself. It was obviously about how she looked, she surmised.
"What," she interjected with a nervous stamp, hoping it wasn't that soquili that she thought he was, "Is an abom-nination? Is it because I don't have similar color to you?"
Wild Wind whinnined a hearty and very well condecending laugh at the little horse. This girl was barely out of the watchful eyes, and to have such spunk against him - nasty gnat, half-breed.
"No. It isn't," He blinked, slowly and took a different route to approching this youngling, "In fact it is because of who your parents are, or... at least one of your parents," As he spoke he got closer and circled around Ataya so that she would stay with him and listen to his brainwashing. The medicine hat paint slowly herded her out farther and farther away from familiar ground as he hissed his disgusting racial slurrs. His bi-colored eyes held hers, which looked startling familiar in his. It made his pride of being a pure wind expand, and his hate for his rival bloom. Those eyes were his.
The little foal kept trotting along side, jumping and wide eyed. No! It just couldn't be true. Why? Then what was the reason for her existance but for only a liason of a third time? Was there truly no love for her? Ever Sacrifice had seemed to love her, and her siblings equally, tolerating their sometimes flighty nature in the familial herd. Her father must love her, right?
"It would make sense wouldn't it?" Ataya's head and trusting gaze sagged downward from the onslaught, and she snorted dejectedly. The only sound that pricked her ears as she shook herself was the light pound of hooves in the canter of take off.
"Indeed, you poor b*****d child, fare you well little filly," his breath lasted as the breeze went by. It was then that Ataya noticed that all was not well for she had seemed to not be where she was mintues ago. Her flanks tensed and she swished her tail in angest. Wild wind, that was he - certainly, definetly and absolutely - must be right, it was why he was almost always around wasn't it? The tired young horse settled into the unfamiliar territory to think and mostly moan about her plight; it didn't matter of her current physical situation, but only the foul seeds sown within her mind.
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? Newbie!
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 5:23 pm
.:|I R ENTERING|:.
Foal's Name: Kanuga [meaning 'briar']
Foal's Gender: Male [Though I don't mind if it's female. <3 Name would change if it was.]
Prompt: 2
[[ I chose to RP the foal as wingless in this response. <3 I also tried to have Wild Wind speak as little as possible, since I didn't want to do anything outside of his character. O: ]]
‘Suli had told him to not go looking for that troublesome paint, but it would seem that the exact opposite had occurred. To him, it appeared that his father’s ‘rival’ had come to find him. Staring back into the two-toned eyes of the stallion, Kanuga had only one thought racing through his head.
‘How did I get into this position?’
The colt was panicking now; he knew that he couldn’t outrun the larger Soquili, and he certainly couldn’t fly away- even if he had wings, the adult would most definitely be able to fly faster and longer than him. Everything about Wild Wind was intimidating- his large, feathered appendages, abnormally colored eyes, contemptuous sneer; just looking at him was making the colt begin to wish he hadn’t decided to go play by himself today…
“…abomination.”
The word seemed to startle the colt and pull him from his thoughts; Kanuga hadn’t even been listening to the stallion as he was speaking. The boy had been too caught up in thinking about how utterly intimidating he was. Ears swiveling about towards the larger male, the little colt did the first thing he could think of. Lifting his cranium and puffing out his little chest as far as he could, he flattened his ears back against his skull.
“I don’t care.” he replied, voice wavering a bit as he tried to regain control of himself, “My daddy is better than you could ever be.” He knew it was a stupid thing to say, but he didn’t care- he just hoped that he could stall for time. Just a moment, that’s all he needed; then his confidence would surely return, and he could make a break for the teepee and his big sister.
The paint retorted with a snide comment about him being a useless ground-bound runt, but the colt still didn’t care. Such insults were lost on the cocky little boy- his demeanor was rapidly changing from a frightened baby to an outspoken colt. He felt his fear melting away; maybe this would be his chance to stick up for his family line against this… brute of a Soquili. He wasn’t afraid of him as ‘Suli was, but he hated him all the same; this stallion had terrorized his family long enough. Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth to tell-off Wild Wind, a long list of threats and lengthy statements piling up in his head…
Or… maybe not.
Suddenly realizing that he was much larger than himself, Kanuga did the best thing he could think of in the moment.
He turned tail and ran as fast as the winds would carry him.
Some day... some day he would confront that stallion once more.
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? I own one, Ayelen. <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:23 pm
.:|I R ENTERING|:.
Foal's Name: Tato'kala [meaning 'antelope']
Nickname: Could be Tato or 'Kala.
Foal's Gender: Male
Prompt: 2
Your parents haven't said much about dad's rival, Wild Wind, but your big sis, 'Suli told you about the chance encounter she had with him before you were born. She pretty much voiced the same opinion of your parents that he's trouble and not worth looking for. But what you don't know is that Wild Wind used live with your mother and knows your stomping grounds near Evening Night's two-legger.
You're off playing by the family tree near the riverside when a shadow seems to flicker across the sunlight. Before you know it, you're standing right in front of a great medicine hat paint who seems to be sneering at you behind his grin and bi-colored eyes. He tells you that you don't have a hoof to stand on in either the Wind or the Horse races and you're another abomination to your parents' record.
How do you take this? Do you stand up for your family or will the doubt seed take root?
There hadn't been much to talk about when it came to Wild Wind. In the family, he was merely the thorn in everyone's side, always mocking his elder siblings and sneering at his mother and father. They never talked about him, and only mentioned every now and then that he was trouble and it was a bad idea to go looking for him. Of course, Tato'kala would never go looking for such a thing. He avoided trouble as best he could, and instead liked to keep to himself playing near the family tree by the river as often as possible.
And to day was no different.
He was busy stretching and preening his wings, watching as the silver fish leaped out of the water and twisted through the air as they made their way upstream. He loved watching nature more than he did playing. He could take in the sights and sounds of the world and find meaning in everything, though sudden or loud noises often spooked him. Perhaps that was why his parents named him Tato'kala, which meant antelope. He was quite flighty and spooked easily, to say the least. The breeze rustled quietly through the trees, and he looked up, spotting the birds that were singing cheerily above his head. He smiled, and closed his eyes, letting the wind work it's way through his mane and feathers. It felt good to be alone in the wonder of nature.
Unfortunately, his time alone was not to last.
Suddenly, the shadow grew darker, and longer.
Tato'kala looked behind him, wondering if his father had come to sit with him (for the shadow had the outline of wings), and jumped when he spotted the medicine hat paint. He turned around to face him, looking about for his mother or father, and when neither were in sight, he let his eyes slowly wander to the stallion in front of him. He was tall, and could have been grand, if there wasn't a sneer on his face and the cold look in his pretty, bi-colored eyes. "H-hello, sir," he offered meekly, dropping his gaze to stare at the grass that budded around his feet. "Well, if it isn't another abomination." His voice was thick with malcontent and scorn, and it sent shivers down the little colt's spine. "Ah... I'm sorry, sir?" he questioned, glancing up briefly to watch a flicker of amusement cross the stallion's face.
"I said you're an abomination. A freak of nature. A mixed-blood mongrel to add to your father's already sullied line," he snarled, and Tato'kala visibly flinched, casting his eyes down again. "You haven't got a hoof to stand on in either the Wind or the Horse races," he continued, and something clicked.
This was Wild Wind.
This was trouble.
He looked up again, his wings shifting uncomfortably on his sides, and he swallowed the lump that had grown heavy in his throat. "Are... Are you Wild Wind, sir?" The stallion looked somewhat pleased that the colt knew who he was and smiled coldly. "I am," he answered, and the colt tilted his head. "Why do you hate us so, Wild Wind? If... if you're papa's brother, doesn't that make you our uncle?" The stallion snarled at him, and Tato'kala flinched again. "So what if it does? We are linked by blood, but I would never call such an abomination my nephew." Tato'kala was just as confused as he was frightened. "But... why? Shouldn't a Soquili be able to find love in a mare, regardless of their race?" he asked quietly, and the medicine hat paint seemed taken aback. "What would you know of love, little runt, when you're still a foal? You know nothing of the world. You know nothing of what love or pain means. And you certainly don't know what it means to be pureblood."
Tato'kala shuffled his feet, watching the small clouds of dust rise and cloud his vision. Or were those the tears? He couldn't tell. He looked away suddenly, shaking his head. "So what of pure blood? We look the same, you and I, with wings and ears and tails. How can blood mean anything when it does not effect one's heart?" The stallion was getting impatient with him, he could tell, and he glanced back to see that he was glaring violently at him. "You may hate me, uncle Wild Wind (this seemed to infuriate the stallion even more), but I love you. I love you because you are my uncle, and because no one else in the family will. I love you because you are you. And I don't care if you don't love me." With that, the little colt turned around and clumsily bounded over the river, his little wings fluttering as fast as they could.
Yes, he loved his uncle, and he would tell his mother and father that with pride. But his uncle's words hurt, and the love he felt could not shield him from that hurt.
Though the wind whipped most of it away, he cried. He cried for himself and he cried for his uncle Wild Wind.
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? sweatdrop Newbie
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 7:02 pm
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Foal's Name: Kanowayra "wind that walks on four hooves"
Foal's Gender: Male
Prompt: #2
A dark shadow passed near, the small indian red foal, paying it little to no attention. The frogs melancholy song rang through the air, each note hanging on the mist from the rivers side. On the horizon, the sun was busy painting a rich scene before its nights slumber. Kano knew that as night approached, it meant he should return home soon. His mother insisted that he spread his wings, and explore the lands around him. Yet, he knew she would worry if he was out still when the stars came.
Taking a final look at the racing waters edge, he turned on his back hoof and went to set an easy pace back to his family's resting ground. As long as he got there before the sun set, he could feel at ease. Only, that when he turned, he almost jumped out of his skin! Someone had been standing behind him. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "You scared me....." The end of his sentence fell dead as he noticed the crystal blue fire in the eyes of the very large stallion, that peered down upon him. It didn't seem warm and inviting in the least...
"Ahh, another from Tawali and Evers brood." his eyes narrowed. "I could smell the taint from a distance."
Kano shook his head in disbelief as he took a few careful steps backwards, half crunching his body towards the ground as he did. His mind raced with thoughts as to what could be going on, as he looked on. The stallion seemed to gleam at his reaction, but didn't move closer.
"I'll let you in on a secret." The gleam in his eyes seemed to widen, pulling his face up in a most malcontented look. "You don't have a hoof to stand on. Neither the Wind or the Horse races will accept you, not that they should. Simply put, you are another abomination to your parents' legacy."
Then, it all clicked. The stories he had heard, even the description of what he might look like, what Wild Wind looked like.
He immediately thought of his sister 'Suli. The gift of the Wind was passed on to Kano, he also knew that his sister chose not to use her feathers for flight. They seemed utterly problematic in this instant. He might grow to understand more about his sisters troubles.
Frustration fueled the little foal to become angry. Lowering his head, he bellowed out with the most defensive voice his small frame could muster. "I don't care WHAT you say!!" With that he reared round to his tiny budding wings, and ripped out a teeth full of small feathers. More perhaps, than he had meant to prove his point. The sharp sensation flushed to his eyes as he turned around, spitting the feathers at Wild Winds hoofs. He didn't wait to see his reaction. He never got to see the look in the medicine hat paints eyes. Turning as fast as his energetic youth would carry him, he returned home to the safety of his family.
Hopefully.....those small feathers would return. Kano cried the entire trip back. Both for the pain he felt inside and out.
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? Not a newbie. I own five. ^.^
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 1:21 pm
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Foal's Name: Meoquanee (Meo for short.)
Foal's Gender: Female
Prompt: 2
Your parents haven't said much about dad's rival, Wild Wind, but your big sis, 'Suli told you about the chance encounter she had with him before you were born. She pretty much voiced the same opinion of your parents that he's trouble and not worth looking for. But what you don't know is that Wild Wind used live with your mother and knows your stomping grounds near Evening Night's two-legger.
You're off playing by the family tree near the riverside when a shadow seems to flicker across the sunlight. Before you know it, you're standing right in front of a great medicine hat paint who seems to be sneering at you behind his grin and bi-colored eyes. He tells you that you don't have a hoof to stand on in either the Wind or the Horse races and you're another abomination to your parents' record.
How do you take this? Do you stand up for your family or will the doubt seed take root?
"He's trouble and not worth looking for." 'Suli ended her long rant. Meoquanee had heard those same words out of her parents mouths. So she blinked slightly at her sister after the tale.
"That's what you call a bedtime story? I coulda' told myself that one." Meoquanee said with slight distaste. She watched her sister stroll off. Meo turned to her imaginary friend and stuck her tongue out. "Don't look at me like that Angelo! You know that was a pointless story." She smiled when, of course, Angelo agreed. She cast herself to the ground after hearing her father call out: "Nap time!". Meo closed her eyes and ruffled her little wings. (Which were useless because she could not yet fly.) She had decided to sleep farther away from her family today so she could whisper secrets to Angelo. But her plan changed when it suddenly went dark. "Angie, what are you..." After peeking one green eye open she discovered it was not her invisible friend standing over her. It was not Daddy, not 'Suli. Now both green eyes were wide open and Meoquanee stared up at a huge paint with multicolored eyes. What? He couldn't possibly be here. She was dreaming or something. But Meoquanee knew she wasn't.
Meo blinked at the stallion she knew to be the one and only Wild Wind. She decided right away that she would not take his rubbish. "You're blocking my sun Wild Wind!" She complained.
"So the abomination knows my name? How lovely." he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He sounded much different then she'd thought he would. "I take it you've heard about me?" He looked down on her as if she were dirt and eyed her miniature wings as he spoke.
"We just heard another story about you. Didn't we Angelo?" she asked her friend and turned to her right. She nodded. "I know, me too.....Angelo says he doesn't like you." Meo snorted and looked back at the stallion with repulsive hate. Wild Wind only smirked in return.
"This just proves how much of a mistake you are. Already talking to no one." His face twisted into an ugly sneer and his eyes narrowed hideously.
"Angelo is twice the stallion you'll ever be." Meo glared back into those horrible eyes. "Why are you here anyway?" she asked.
"Just to pay your mother a visit and to remind your father that they've both once again poisoned this world and the skies with their offspring." He looked up at the clouds.
"The skies look fine to me. The only thing that would ruin them is youuu!" she teased.
"You don't know what you're talking about. Shut your lips, they don't deserve words you nasty little half breed. Someday you'll realize that you and your entire family are trash and nothing better." And then he strutted away. Before poor little Meo could express another feeling.
She stood there and quietly allowed his toxic words to sink in. 'Your entire family are trash and nothing better...' His last statement forced her eyes to sting and water relentlessly. "No. Big girls don't cry." she told herself. She looked down at the ground and pushed the dirt in circles. After she'd gotten a hold of herself she snorted. "I'm not pouting Angelo, stop saying that. We'll show him. Someday he'll find out that he's the abomi...abomi-nate-on." She smiled and kicked up some dirt after bucking awkwardly.
"Oh 'Suliii! I have a story for youu!"
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? Not a newbie, I own two and co-own one.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 5:28 pm
.:|I R ENTERING|:.
Foal's Name: Wikeli
Foal's Gender: Female
Prompt: 2
Wikeli curiously prodded a flower with a hoof. It bounced back right into place. Confused, she sat back on her haunches and stared at the flower intently, attempting to will it to stay bent. Her ears flicked as a shadow passed over the sun. She looked up to see a wind paint horse standing in front of her with a sneer on his face.
Scared, Wikeli's ears flattened back and she took a hesitant step backward. She shied away as the wind told her she was an abomination, how she didn't have a place in the horse world or the wind world. This must be Wild Wind. She thought in realization, cringing away from his harsh words. She had heard this from other winds before, but none of their words cut into her heart so deep as those of Wild Winds. Wikeli had always been in self doubt, her mother a ground, and her father a wind from the proud Flaxen Wing family.
Wild Wind's words hit home, and she almost cried out in the mental anguish that she felt. It hurt, it hurt bad, but she wasn't going to let this proud wind scorn her and her family. She walked forward and stuck her nose in Wild Wind's face. She planted her hooves firmly on the muddy ground of the stream, and said in a cold, harsh voice, "I am not an abomination. If anyone is, you are." She almost backed down as Wild Wind raised an eyebrow in disguest, but continued on,
"I have a home in both worlds. I am free as the wind blows, and also bound by the ground. I have a choice of what world I want to live in." She narrowed her eyes, "You don't Wild Wind. You're stuck right where you are, and you can't do a thing about it." She felt a little apprehensive about the way she had mouthed off to this powerful wind, but he deserved it.
She turned back to Wild Wind, hearing him fly off. Wikeli looked down at the little flower she had been prodding earlier, and in a wonderful moment of realization, she said softly to herself, "It doesn't stay bent just because I want it to, it has a life of its own. It bounces back up because it has the will to survive." A determined look plastered itself on the little filly's face, and she said aloud, "Well if this little flower can do it, so can I. I was right, I do have a choice, but actually I have two." Her face lit up.
"I can choose to live in the world of winds, or the earth of grounded, but I can also choose to let myself be rolled over by winds like Wild Wind, or I can bounce back up no matter what happens." She ran home to her family, eager to tell them about her meeting with Wild Wind, the wind blowing in her mane, and the ground thumping as her hooves met it, her two worlds coming together.
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? 4 (and 1 more on the way)
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:09 pm
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Foal's Name: Nuni Lecetu (Lost Way in Lakota)
Foal's Gender: Male
Prompt: 2
“And that’s what happened when I met Wild Wind.” ‘Suli nickered with disdain as Nuni sat down listening to her tell the story of when she met their father’s rival. Nuni had been absorbed in the story, soaking in every detail he could. This Wild Wind guy sounded interesting. Not nice, but interesting.
“That stallion is nothing but trouble. You don’t go looking for him okay?” She scorned, seeing the curious look in Nuni’s eyes.
“Aww…but sis!”
“No buts!” She nickered in a finalizing tone. “Now, go play. Mom wouldn’t be too happy to find out I’ve been lecturing you all day.”
“All right…” Nuni glumly said, walking off to the family tree, his designated play area.
The river absorbed Nuni. His eyes peered into the rushing blue liquid, watching the small fish jump out in a instinct set rhythm. When one jumped out, Nuni would occasionally give a little whinny, and the fish would immediately dive back into the water, creating a splash that flicked water droplets on his face. Nuni would giggle, and shake his head to get the water off of his face and out of his mane.
As he was about to repeat this process, he saw a shadow in the looming over him as he was about to whinny. Out of curiosity, he turned around, only to meet the face of a stallion much taller than him, and grinning with a sort of sarcastic pleasure.
“A…are you Wild Wind?” Was the first thing to pop out of Nuni’s mouth. He just matched the description that ‘Suli had given him so well. Bi colored eyes, a grin that looked false, and the markings of what the tow leggers called a pain hat.
“Well, aren’t you smart? For an abomination that is.” Wild Wind jested, tossing his head up. “Yes, I am Wild Wind, your father’s rival. And who might you be, little abomination?”
“My name is Nuni Lecetu, and I’m not an abomination!” Nuni nickered, glaring at Wild Wind. ‘Suli was right about him; he was nothing but trouble.
“Yes, you are an abomination. Don’t try to deny it, little monstrosity.” Wild Wind sneered. “Your parents made the foolish mistake of loving each other. Had they just stayed within their races, the world wouldn’t have little monsters like you running around.” He nickered, voice growing hateful. “But no, they had to be different. Not conform. And now, you pay the consequences. You can neither truly walk in the path of the Wind nor the Horse. You are equal to neither of them. The Horse detests you, for you are blessed with the genes of the Wind. And the Wind despise you, for you carry the cursed genes that ground you.” Wild Wind continued, spitting at the word ‘Horse’. “And who’s to blame for this? Hm? Your parents, that’s who.” He finished, sneering at the young colt. “Now go along, run home to your disgraceful mommy. And tell her about this little encounter if you want. It’s not like she will do anything.”
Nuni wanted to protest to the things Wild Wind was saying, but his voice wasn’t coming out. He choked up every time something was about to force itself out, making a small gasping sound. As soon as Wild Wind told him to leave, Nuni ran. He ran as fast as his small legs would carry him, all the way to where Evening Night’s home was, which was where his mother was. He ran to her, and collapsed into her, sobs heaving his small body.
“Mother, why did you and Father create an abomination like me?”
Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? Newbie
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:56 pm
.:|I R ENTERING|:.Foal's Name: Newadi’Woyi (Sky Phoenix in Cherokee) Foal's Gender: Male Prompt: #1
Feeling very full of himself, Newadi’Woyi trotted away from Doda after his flying lesson. He and Doda had been practicing takeoffs and landings until his wings ached, and how all he wanted to do was lie down somewhere—preferably in the shade—and take a nice long nap. Doda had gone off with Etsi and the two of them had been nuzzling a bit too much for his taste, so he’d gone off to seek some respite and shade in the most comfortable and secure place that he knew: under the family tree. He felt quite safe there, and well connected to his family, since both Doda and ‘Suli’s feathers were attached to the tree, floating in the breeze, a visual tie to home. There were always exciting things to see near there: butterflies flitting around in dazzling hues, twittering songbirds trying to out-sing one another, squirrels angrily chattering at an invade and chucking acorns down upon their head. Yes, so perhaps it was not the most peaceful place that one might come upon, but it was a forest, so what was to be expected? No forest was ever completely silent, for that was the mark that some sort of danger had passed through recently.
But Newadi’s musings on the serenity of the forest ended as soon as he reached the family tree and saw that his shaded spot was occupied by none other than his sister ‘Suli. She was apparently dozing, the calm peace of sleep erasing any lines of sadness from her face that Newadi sometimes noted when she was awake. She looked tranquil and comfortable in her position, and Newadi was loath to disturb her. I’ll just find another place to nap, he thought with a sigh, turning about to creep back the way he had come.
But Newadi was a tired colt, and tired colts aren’t particularly graceful, not with their long legs. His mistake was letting his left front hoof brush against a small bush in his path. He didn’t stumble or say anything, but that slight noise was enough to wake ‘Suli, who startled until her eyes focused on Newadi and she realized that it was her little brother. ”No need to leave, little brother,” she said kindly, stretching her neck out and rearranging her legs to make more room for both of them in the shade. ”You look as if you could use a good rest under the family tree as well. It’s called the family tree for a reason,” she continued, smiling. Newadi could no more refuse that infectious smile than he could refuse to chase after a particularly bright butterfly, so he trotted back towards his sister, eyes sparkling, as usual, when he was with her.
But as he moved toward her, Newadi noticed something that he probably wouldn’t have paid much attention to before this long flying session with his father. ‘Suli’s wings looked much weaker than Tawali’s, as if the muscles were slowly wasting away because they were never used. Her gorgeous red-and-white feathers even looked wilted, as if they needed a good rush through the wind to bring back their vibrancy. She needed to be doing the same take-off and landing exercises that Tawali made Newadi do in order to keep her muscles strong enough to bear her in flight. But Tawali had never mentioned that to his daughter who was still at home, at least to Newadi’s knowledge, and, come to think of it, ‘Suli spent most of her time with Etsi, who was a Grounded. Had he ever seen ‘Suli fly? Newadi thought back on his life (which wasn’t too long, so he didn’t have too much to think over) and finally realized that he had never seen his sister take wing. Run, yes, but fly? No.
Newadi pondered over this mysteries as he walked until, as he lay down next to his sister, nestling against her flank, he asked the question in a way that only foals do: bluntly. ” ‘Suli, why is it that you never fly? Do you think it’s not fun?”
”Not fun,” ‘Suli whispered, muscles tensing against his side. ”Well that’s an interesting way to put it.” Following this murmured comment came a long explanation about how she hated flying, how when she was young she had always wanted to stay behind with Ever instead of going out to learn how to fly with Tawali, how she much preferred to run instead of soar, how she wished she could simply give up her wings so she could stay by her mother’s side without their encumbering weight instead of soaring to the clouds. Newadi cocked his head during his sister’s long speech, feeling confused. How could she not love to try and outrace the wind, to dart up to kick at the clouds with her hooves? How could she not imagine herself joining a flock of migrating geese or staring at the earth as if it was a patchwork quilt seen from above? Not that Newadi had done all these things, but he had listened to Tawali talk with glowing rapture about the joys of flying and could imagine himself, all grown up, with strong, powerful wings, red as river clay, flying about on a whim, following the eddies and flows of the airborne currents to wherever they led him.
Wherever they lead me… But then he thought of Etsi, sweet Ever Sacrifice, his loving mother, and sighed to think of leaving her. How could he ever do such a thing? How could he abandon himself so completely to the Wind side of himself that he forgot the Grounded side? He could not leave his mother like that, could he? Suddenly all of Newadi’s perfectly sculpted plans were thrown into confusion as he imagined flying off over the mountains and the forest, leaving his mother behind on the ground, where she would firmly stay forever. He could fly, but he could walk as well, could he not? But wouldn’t that be to forsake a part of him that was what defined him as Newadi’Woyi?
”Etsi must be very brave, to wait behind on the ground while Doda flies off like that,” he said finally, unsure of how else to respond to his sister’s outpouring of her soul.
“Yes,” ‘Suli said after a long moment, craning her neck around to look at him with one green eye. ”Now you see the double-edged sword that it is to be a Wind and love Groundeds. Vidia was so very brave, wishing for wings as much as she did and never saying anything to Doda or Etsi. Though I was never the brave one, was I? I had the wings, but I did not use them.” She sighed, then stood up, forcing Newadi to rearrange himself so he didn’t fall flat on his face. ‘Suli smiled sadly at her younger brother, then turned around and trotted off into the forest, leaving him completely alone with his turbulent thoughts.
But Doda has always returned to Etsi, he thought, trying to console himself. And it’s easy to see how much he loves her. He gave her his feathers to wear so he’d always know where to find her. He probably couldn’t bear to be away, save for the fact that he has so long been a wanderer and a rogue. And Etsi knows what he is and loves him for it, just as he loves her for what she is. That’s probably why they love each other so much; each one accepts the differences of the other and holds them even tighter in their heart because of that. I can’t not be what I am, since that disgraces the union that is my Etsi and Doda. If they hadn’t loved each other so much, I wouldn’t have been born, which just proves that I have every right to be a Wind and wander and still want to return to the Groundeds. The important thing is just that I return, I guess, and that I celebrate what I am without flaunting it. Yes, that’s it. I can’t be like that horrid stallion Wild Wind that Etsi and Doda hate, who flaunts the fact that he is a Wind in front of everyone without care for how they feel. I’ll just be myself, Newadi’Woyi, with a Wind father and a Grounded mother, and wings to boot. I just wish I knew how to make ‘Suli happier with all of that. She’s just as brave as Etsi and Vidia, sweet Vidia who I never knew. She has to live with the wings and the fact that when you look at her you think you see a pureblood Wind, so she has those type of expectations to live up to. Any other Wind would probably ask her about the lack of muscle in her wings and I'm sure she wouldn't enjoy explaining that to a strange Wind.
His decision made, and his heart considerably lightened, save for how he could make ‘Suli happy, Newadi stood up from his shady resting place and stretched. He was feeling much less tired now, though his wings ached a bit from using all those muscles in ways he hadn’t quite expected. But all aches vanished in a moment when an electric blue butterfly darted right past his nose, waving its wings in what could only be thought of as a taunt and a challenge. Newadi dashed after the butterfly, jumping and trying to catch it, all worries momentarily forgotten, for he was but a young colt, and there was only so much he could keep in his mind at one moment.Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? I am a new one to Soquili. heart
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 4:20 am
Wow! I go out for ONE night, and y'all turn up!!! Some amazing entries here!! I'm so excited to get this judging underway! You've no idea how happy you have all made this little family with your wants to be a part of it!
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:22 am
.:|I R ENTERING|:.Foal's Name: Uletsuyasti Adanata (means Brave Soul) nickname: Suya Foal's Gender: Female Prompt: 2 She looked up, water dripping from her soaked body, tiny malformed wings hanging limp and soaked at her sides. Giving an unsteady shake, long stilt-like legs spread wide, she giggled to herself and pranced out of the shallows and over to the family willow. She had snuck out of the teepee while the fest of her family were sleeping. Though she had intended to go find her father, Tawali, she hadn't got past the lake with the willow standing like a sentinel before the urge to frolic had taken her over. Uletsuyasti Adanata was small for her age, smaller even than her siblings who weren't big themselves. She had over heard their teepee mates one evening, discussing something called a premature birth and how it had made them all smaller. She wondered what it was, but had soon forgotten as she fell asleep. The pale filly stopped just outside the softly swaying branches of the willow, red mane and tail a bright splash of colour against her almost purely white body. Lifting a white-stockinged leg she stepped forwards, intending to go inside and look at the four feathers she knew lived there, wanting to see if she could reach them yet. Suddenly a shadow fell over her, causing her to startled and spin round, nearly toppling on her overly long legs. Tiny wings flared out from her body, revealing their premature feathers. The wings belonged to a newborn, tiny and undersized even on the small filly, but where her wings were tiny, her large ice blue eyes were filled with spirit and life. "Hi!" She quipped, ears pricked forwards with childish curiosity and boldness. Yet the playfulness in her expression faded to one of suspicion. "Your that wind that sis 'Suli told me about..." Her expression darkened as the strange stallion spoke, though her eyes kept wandering to the feathers in his hair and the coloured wings at his side. Suddenly she shorted, her own puny appendages flaring in a mirror of Wild Wind's own motion. "Yeah right! I am not this.. aboma-whatsit, or anything else for that matter! I am Suya and I AM a Wind!" Her tiny wings flapped helplessly at her sides, though if that was comical, the expression on her face wasn’t as the stallion spoke again. "BAH! You wana bet? When Im grown I will thrash you, Mister! I will be as fast as Etsi is on the ground, but in the air! I will make you eat those words.. wind!" She spat the last, deliberately saying 'wind' without a capitol. Tiny ears were pinned back, expression set in serious lines and a true challenge filled her shy-blue eyes. Eyes so like her mothers yet there was her father's wild spirit within. "You hurt my family. You made Vidia leave and you upset 'Suli. I wont let you get away with it!" She hissed, meaning every single word with a certainty born of youth. She had grown up with whispers of what had happened to her older sisters, and had guessed why it was that Vidia had left. It had something to do with this stallion and she didn't like it! "Don't you dare forget me.. wind. I will come find you when I am big, and beat you!" Tossing her small head in the air, blood red mane flying, she turned her back on him and scampered away. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, a panicked thumping that matched the akward beat of her hooves. But something warm and comforting filled her chest.. pride that she had stood p to the family's nemesis... and hate. Hate for what he had done to her family. Hate for the pain he had made her parents suffer.. hate for breaking the family apart. Yes, she hated, and it felt good. So, so good. A tiny smile touched her muzzle as she galloped back to home. She would get revenge for all of them. Soon. Are you a newbie to Soquili/How many do you (co)own? I own one soquili, Cloud Runner.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:25 am
XD There... hope thats ok. Took a while to read all the rps. lol Glad I got to enter though, its such a fun family. I wanted to go with a different temper to the older siblings, hope she sounds ok. XD *had fun*
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:25 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:59 am
.:|I R ENTERING|:.
Foal's Name: Kimama Satinka(Means Sacred Butterfly Dancer) Kimmy for Short
Foal's Gender: Written as Female
Prompt: 1
Kimama Satinka looked up at the sky expectantly. She wanted to see her father, Tawali, flying past. She wanted to fly with him but she rarely saw mom or Uwoduhi'Suli ever fly with dad or any other Soquili. Kimmy wanted to fly. She wanted to be in the sky with her father. She could go anywhere the sky or her parents let her, but she seemed drawn to her mother’s side and was stuck on ground. Kimmy liked being by Ever Sacrifice’s side. It must be the love that radiated off her that drew Kimmy.
Determined to feed the hungry curiosity side of her, Kimmy trotted over to Uwoduhi’Suli. Kimmy’s trot was louder than an elephants and was hardly graceful. She ended up in an odd walking trot trying to stay upright. “’Suli!” She cried out to her older sister who was grazing by a tree. ‘Suli looked up at her name even though she knew the caller was Kimama Satinka.
“What is it Kimmy? You know I will not fly for you.” She replied to the usual question that escaped from Kimmy’s lips whenever she was around ‘Suli.
Kimama shook her head. “No I know you will not fly. But I…I…” she cut herself off. How could she ask such a personal question? She should not be entitled to know her sister’s choices. She was older and wiser, unlike Kimmy who barely saw anything except by her parents' or siblings' sides.
‘Suli looked expectantly at her sister. When she thought that she would not continue, ‘Suli started to much on the grass again. When her mouth was empty, she looked into her sister’s eyes. The wheels behind them were turning. “You should just ask the question. It will bother you until you ask later. What could it possibly be?”
Kimama Satinka took a deep breath and let the question pour out, not pausing until all of them were out. “Why do you stay on the ground with mamma? You have wings and you should be flying right? Don’t your wings work? What happened to them? Are you not allowed to fly when we get older? Is that why you do not fly?” Kimmy was panting at the end of the questions.
‘Suli looked at her sister through the questions. All of them a simple eleven word answer. “Simple Kimmy. I believe I am a Grounded stuck in a Winged body.”
Kimmy looked at her in disbelief. “You think you shouldn’t have wings? But, they are so pretty! I want to fly. Oh! Thank you for answering my question ‘Suli. I’ll leave you to your grass now.” She did her odd trot away back to her lookout spot. To have wings and not use them. It seemed a waste. It was unfair. Why did those who had wings sometimes hate them? It would be a great way to travel. Maybe something personal caused ‘Suli to hate her wings so. Maybe it was because Vidia could not fly and she was close to her. Whatever the reason was, Kimmy would never knew, she promised herself to be happy with her body and let ‘Suli do what she wanted.
Kimama Satinka knew it was wrong to want Uwoduhi'Suli’s wings so she plopped down in the grass and kept her eyes on the skies hoping for her to have the chance to fly.
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