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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 12:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 12:52 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 2:42 am
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: Dea and #Teddy# Who are you entering with? Xara Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response: If you would have asked me before what I wished for, it would be for my family to be okay. Thankfully, for the most part, the spirits have heard my request and I have my parents and one of my sisters back. I even have a brother that Serenity brought into the mix named Kagehoshi. My sister and I also have mates, I don't know what I would do without my beloved Zatarra. He and Fiorella act as my eyes, allowing me to see things that I haven't since the fire. I love my brave knight so much, his poetry makes my heart flutter every time I hear it.
My current wish I hope the spirits will answer is that I want to have little ones. My sister and her mate already one batch, now Aiyana is pregnant again. Kagehoshi and his mate also have grown children as well. I want to be able to raise children with Zatarra, hearing the happy laughter of small voices. It saddens me that I won't be able to see them, but I know my Heart will describe them with all the beautiful language as he can muster. I know he will see for both of us and they will be deeply loved.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 5:07 am
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: Wasteland Wyvern Who are you entering with? Asphodel Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response: Del sighed as he meandered around the forest, his half invisible paws barely disturbing the pine needles littering the ground. He was very good at moving without making much of an impact on the world, something he prided himself on. The day had proven to be a long one, another fight with his estranged son had driven his stress level through the roof so he decided to seek out his favorite tree, a ponderosa pine deep within the herd territory. This tree was special to him and he often visited it for a sense of calm and peace but also for the special uses he made of its bark. The tree came into sigh rather quickly, and he smiled to see its scratched up old trunk, bearing the scars of his sharp claws. He looked up into the branches and silently thanked the gods of nature for putting this tree here. Carefully he reared up and hooked his claws into the bark and scratched deeply, then got down and dug his sensitive nose into the scratched and weeping bark and there it was. The scent of butterscotch, though he didn't know the word for the smell. It was sweet and tantalizing and he loved it. It made all the ills of the world go away and he was happy for just a few moments...
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 11:40 am
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: ~Latonia de la Courtel~ Who are you entering with? Teleri Lindai Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response: "Well.." The white mare murmured, shifting on her hooves. "I am not sure there is any one ritual or approach that I would say I take in this matter. Truly, I would dearly love to have many children, to raise to follow their own dreams. As such, I have certainly wished on many stars, and prayed to the spirits. I have made trinkets to be left in the wild places, to curry good favor with the spirits. I have even had those that I court wish, and be granted, favor from the spirits or stars or any that may be listening. So far two children have arrived to me, and more still are on the way. I love them dearly, and whichever power that gifted them to me should know it has brought me great joy."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 1:28 pm
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: Uta Who are you entering with? Lothorien Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response: Lothorien wasn't a superstitious soquili, but he he did have many rituals, particularly during the spring months when he needed to ensure the perfect time to plant. The stallion would often rise early, and check to see what the day might bring; was there any dew on the leaves, was the air heavy with saturation, or the skies full of clouds? Sometimes, though, he would speak to the spirits for a bountiful harvest, or perhaps to ensure that the flowers might bloom. While Lothorien knew of the angeni of the Kawani, he also believed in woodland spirits and had proof of their existence; otherwise, how would Laureat and he have three beautiful foals? If nothing else, the stars would listen to those who prayed. If they could grant soquili life, than Lothorien also believed they might grant floral life as well. Quietly, usually early in the morning, before the rest of his family might rise, the stallion might whisper a quiet prayer of thanks and hope for his little garden. While the land might not be truly his, he believed it was his duty to tend and care for the flowers, and encourage growth, and life, for all those who passed throug.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 2:08 pm
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: Phail Ninja Who are you entering with? Tinsel Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response:
Every morning I do the same thing. Every single morning. One single sprig of pine needles, placed outside wherever I happen to be nesting. It is a symbol, that I am alive, that I survive, that hope still lives on. To whom? Well, to my family, wherever they are... See, long ago a devastating hurricane came and swept me away, and I awoke, wings battered and broken and utterly alone. But Sakura rescued me, healed me back to strength. I still have no idea where I am, where I came from, who I am. I do remember pine needles, though... their fresh scent, always a comfort. And so I leave it out, in the hopes that one day... well. No, that is silly. My family won't simply just find me. But it brings me joy, and luck, and hope, and so every morning I do it. Perhaps it is silly, or just wishful thinking, but it makes me feel less alone. Yes, that is why I do it. It makes it home.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:46 pm
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I wish I May, I wish I might!
Username: Summer Raaven Who are you entering with? Blessita Link to the RP you're using: n/a Prompt response: Blessita looked as if the world was happening all around her, and she cared not to join - her hair a mess, her coat somewhat dirty, her expression blank - reflecting on her life had become taxing; the emotions poured out of her, and nothing could quite make much sense. But, as she had been told many times, it was good and healthy to put everything out in the open. With a deep breath, and rather reluctantly, the mare closed her eyes, and let her mind take her back to the horrid events of her past.
Before Gigi -- before she and Umo were able to have kids -- Blessita used to practice all sorts of methods to improve her fertility. She'd wish upon the sun, the moon, and just about every other object that had a deeper meaning unto itself. She'd make offers to the heavens, being for forgiveness for whatever crime they thought she had done. She'd eat special berries -- most with probably no real special power -- in hopes that the sweetness would somehow magically make her womb grow. She even on occasion forced Umo to do a ritualistic dance. He constantly complained it would never ever work despite how good he was at dancing, but he'd never fail to please her. He'd do whatever it took to see that smile on her face, and if it meant dancing goofy dances in the woods, well....a noble sacrifice. She thought fondly on the memory of his swaying back and forth, once they were able to collect enough stones and boulders to make the 'circle' seem as legitimate as possible. He'd shimmy, laughing a little, knocking the stones out of their carefully placed spot, and she'd half-heartedly scold him, just happy to be there with him. None of it ever really worked, but the mare refused to give up hope -- just in case that one, special time, it did indeed work. Umo had once suggested they sacrifice a small animal -- a sort of life for life type deal, but Blessita had looked at him appalled, and that was the end of that idea. Life was a precious gift, she told him, and no matter how she wanted life to grow inside her, to take the life of another to get there was....unacceptable.
Shortly after Umo had left to take care of personal business (and to go find them a healer, but....Blessita suspected it was much more than just that), she had heard a rumor of a special star that appeared only on a certain night. This star could grant wishes, if picked, and so with all her might, she wished. She wished for a child to call her very own. She wished that Umo and she could be parents to a very special little foal, and she closed her eyes and begged. And this time, her begging payed off. Giorgia was gifted to her, and oh goodness was she elated. It was certainly puzzling at first, considering Blessita hadn't gotten big with child, nor did Gigi quite look like either she or Umo, but....it was a child! A living, breathing child that called her mommy! She was happy! Well...almost so. Umo had not yet returned, he had not yet seen the product of their obsessive wishing -- and Gigi had not yet met her father. They were a family, of that Blessita was sure, but they were not yet together. So instead her joy quickly once again turned to sorrow, and she began to beg and pray to the heavens to bring back her mate. And although her daughter could see her, she cried.
Looking back on it all now, it was probably her fault. If Blessita hadn't been depressed over the absence of her mate, Gigi may not have grown to hate him. She may have been excited, if Blessita had whispered happy, wonderful thoughts to her, but instead....it was all sorrow. Once Umo did return, months and months later, it was too late. Gigi's hateful seed had been planted, and everything had started to fall apart. She never really tried to fix it -- Blessita, that is, because she had been so blinded by finally having her family back.
Now, she was no longer a mate. No longer a mother. No longer the once care-free, loving mare she used to be. She had had to learn to reshape herself, and although the growth she experienced since the incident felt more like torture, she did it. She learned to live with the pain, with the regret.
For a little while.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 6:40 pm
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