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 Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 1:43 pm
Welcome to the contest! This soquili guest colored by the super talented Tuari is adorned with many clumps of festive mistletoe and finds that he gets kissed by mares all the time! surprised He is very handsome with his grey dappled coat and makes the ladies swoon.
In a paragraph, roleplay that you are him and give hints of his personality. Does he enjoy being a ladies' man or does he want to be seen for something more than his good looks? Is the mistletoe the source of his charm? You can invite other soquili into the RP or create an indian persona if you don't have one.
This ends on December 16th, Saturday at midnight!
Song
The middle of December ain't the time to be alone
It's just too close to Christmas
And too far to go home
I ran in to a friend of a friend
Standing in checkout line
She said, I've spent too much already
And there's gifts I just can't find
I walked her home and when she opened up her door
I'm not sure what happened then
Guess magic took it's course
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe
I woke up, she was wrappin' gifts beneath the tree
She said, I know it's early, so I thought I'd let you sleep
Then she insisted I get up and take a look outside
Hey sleepyhead, it must have snowed at least a foot last night
That's when I saw it hangin' up above my head
She threw her arms around my neck
Laughin' as she said
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe-Toby Keith
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:02 pm
Mares, mares and more mares. It's the only thing thats truly ever on Adonis's mind. Wherever Adonis goes, he always seems to find some mare he is attracted to, or who is attracted to him. Of course, Adonis uses this factor of irresistability to his own benefit, and why shouldn't he? Should he be at fault for being so attractive? It's not just Adonis's looks that attract so many mares, it is also his charismatic and flirtatious behavior. However, whenever he finds someone he truly feels a deep passion for, a true love, the relationship is always so difficult to keep strong. The factor of irresistability, Adonis's blessing, is also his own curse. Adonis, the epitome of perfect, must admit to one single fault. No, its not a fault in himself, it is something else; Adonis blames it on the mistletoe.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:12 pm
Urgh... Again with the mares... All they ever seemed to do was follow him, even to the depths of the forests where there was danger, there was always a mare close by, watching him, waiting for her chance. He knew it was hard for them, he knew that he was just too damn irresistable, he couldn't help it! He couldn't help his genetics, or the way he had grown to be... It was just one of those things... Of course, mistletoe didn't help much! He knew the stories and customs mistletoe had, that the people under it must kiss, but it wasn't his fault it was intertwined with his very being, his very nature! It was as much a part of him as his history and his personality, a constant reminder that he was a dashing Soquili with all the time in the world to find a mate and settle down, but why do that when you had the pick of the whole Soquili female race? Of course he got fed up with the smooches and the kisses, but why give it up for one female? Yeah he got stick from other Stallions, but what did they know about anything? They didn't have the mistletoe, they didn't have the stylish good looks of one Stolmitos! A sigh. It was a hard life for the beautiful, but what did he care? He could blame it on the mistletoe!
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:13 pm
The dappled stallion, graced with mistletoe and ribbon walked through a meadow silently, contimplating on things. Ever since arriving here, he's been having a lot of mares coming up and giving him kisses out of no where, obvioiusly because of the Christmas plant that's attached to his mane and tail. Not like it was a bad thing, it was just hard to not crack a smile from this. "Hey... where are you going? You got more mares wanting to smother you in kisses." A voice announced from behind him. Looking back, he noticed it was Hania, trotting up to him. He sighed, shaking his head, replying calmly. "Yeah... and what of it? As much as I like the kisses, it does wear thin on one's patience." His smooth voice replied. "What are you talking about man? I would love to be in your place." The golden colored stallion replied, trotting in front of the other, stopping him from continuing walking. Rolling his green eyes, the other replied. "I bet you would. But the thing about being Stoic, is you can't show any signs of joy, pain, pleasure, grief and things like that. So when a mare gives me a kiss and I have to show nothing of enjoying it, it leads to annoying questions or feelings of hatred towards one. Understand?" Hania just blinked, but replied, "Then just don't be stoic about things." The other stallion just shook his head, moving off to the side and walking away in another direction. "Nevermind, you just don't understand. I just blame it on the mistletoe"
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:13 pm
Life was grand. Kiss, kisses, and more kisses! What more could a stallion what from lovely mares? Mistletoe asked himself as yet another mare came and gave him some more lovin's. He winked as she walked away. He was sure living the life of any flirtatious stallion. Holding his head up high, proud of his green and white look. Sure it wasn't just the mistletoes that were in his mane and tail that attracted so many. He loved the way the other stallions would glare as mares came and gave him yet more kisses. Indeed, he couldn't live life any other way. wink
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:22 pm
The moonlight seemed to make the stallion's coat seem to shimmer. Chuckling, he licked the "lucky" misltetoe on his hip. Gui grinned as he walked around, trying to find a body of water so he could look at his reflection. Finding one, he looked in alarm as he saw a two-legger. He grumbled, but continued to walk. Pretending he didn't see the human, he kept walking toward the water. Cautiously, he looked into it, fixing a few stray hairs on his tail. Quickly, he washed off his muddy hooves and trotted away into the night, looking for more mares.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:26 pm
He was what all stallions wished to be, loved by all the mares. All but one that was. Why would it be the only female that he ever really wanted to be with would also be the one who didn't fall for his charms.
It was a shock to him. He was so use to mares being so charmful and loving around him to find one that wasn't and for that one to be the one he really wanted to have around him was just ironic.
He sighed.
He found himself alone wandering through the forest, the green of his mane and tail blending in so well with his surroundings. It seemed to be the only place he could escape what seemed to be an every growing 'fan club'. He had loved it, really loved it untill she came along.
She ruined him.
He couldn't enjoy it anymore as all he thought about was her and how she wasn't interested in him, how he seemed so stuck up and was just well, ugly. No one had called him ugly before but yet she did.
He needed to change, to resist his lust towards those pretty mares that followed him and to be the stallion that she would want, then maybe when she wanted him he could give in to those lustful desires once more and swim amoungst the mares and their adoration towards him.
((I broke the paragraph up because it looks neater and well... its more effective then one large chunk of text but I can change it to one large chunk if you want.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:32 pm
O' how they adored him so. Watched him prance around without know. He was the most glamorous of all, without a doubt. Anyone who passed by him would awe and shout. It was strange how it was though. He saw many like him, vain and mush. But for some reason that not even he knew, propped up mares wished to chase him around. When it came down to it he found out straight. He was Mistletoe, the famous kiss. Confused was he, but in the end it was clear. That even he would want to peck his envy green snout.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:37 pm
"Ooo, ladies - you flatter me," Amadeus winked at another swooning mare trying to single out his attention and to place it on herself. He humored her for a moment, leaning in close enough for her to plant an inexperienced and very wet kiss on his lips. She looked surprised at herself and tugged away quickly, creating delicious suction as their lips parted.
Mmm. Amadeus licked his chops. That was his favorite part - the pull of their eager lips as they parted, the wet sound the kiss made, the bittersweet goodbye. Call him a poet; he loved his job.
Gracing her with a wink of his twinkling eye (her face enflamed to such a point that her [also very attractive] friend voiced concern), Amadeus turned in the circle of squealing, bodacious babes, each of them calling out to him and begging for a smooch. And who was he to deny them? He was Amadeus, the sex[y]-god icon, the inhabitor of every mare's dreams. He even had his own agent - who was leaning against a tree and looking very frazzed at the display. Amadeus tossed his head to release the small boquet of mistletoe that was attatched loosely to his mane, sending it zooming through the air. It landed on the last mare Amadeus had kissed, and there was one very slow moment of silence in which everybody stared at the (blushing) girl. Then everything was noise and shrieks of, "I got it! He's MINE!" as a flood of females crashed into the poor girl.
Amadeus looked surprised, then had the grace to look sheepish when Bird, his (so-called) agent, raised a brow at him.
"This is your fault."
"Mine? I - I blame it on the mistletoe." Cue shining, brilliant smile.
[I think Amadeus means, "Love of.. God," or something, in Greek. Or Latin. D: Get the two mixed up. Anyway!~]
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:39 pm
Whisper soft... A brush of yet another slyly placed mouth on his neck, the sweet scent lingering as the mare that had done so clipped away with a backwards glance as if inviting him onwards. Leuca knew that the plant entwined in mane tail drew them in, bees to pollen. Did he care? Oh he could complain, could state that this outpouring of affection was something unwanted, cry to the world that they didnt see him for who he truly was..but he could not. Every warm press served to remind him of the fortune that he had been bestowed. To be desired, feel the adoration of so many mares. Feel the rain of jealous looks cast at him by the stallions that only wished to be him...whisper soft...
Another kiss - this time he followed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:39 pm
The sprig was getting wilted. With a snort, the large male lurched his head backwards just to be sure of his assumption. Sure enough- the small, gentle, [and totally masculine] pieces of adornment flecked briefly across his eyes, before sliding back down in the wafts of his mane. Dry and stiff. Well, this wouldn’t do at all! Not after he had so meticulously chosen the other three sprigs. Had it been any other time of year, he probably would have let it dry. There was nothing wrong with dried mistletoe. In fact- the person he had once learned the trick from almost always insisted on the superior quality of the dried. But how dare he be caught in the middle of winter sporting a half dried and water parched talisman? The mares would surely giggle. Not that he didn’t mind them giggling. Just not at him. With a grunt, the male slowly trotted forwards, his eyes scanning the treetops for any good pieces left. It wasn’t just the mares that giggled. Fool males seemed to like to have their own scoff of it- but he didn’t care. They just didn’t see the magic of it- and by old Christmas himself, there was magic in it! Women couldn’t get enough of it. “Hayden-!” They’d say, and he flared his nostrils in pleasure at the thought. “What do you have in your hair?” And then he would reply quite simply- “Well my darling- why don’t you come see?” And before you know it- the magic kicks in, and you get a kiss. Simple as that. It was a one two punch. And he'd never been more pleased in himself for fully taking advantage of that poor old shaman to gather his magic secrets. [ What did an old man need with mare kisses anyways? Hah. ] He was unstoppable with these things- and the more he could put on, the better. Ignore the rashes he got from accidently touching the berries! And, well- the deliriously bad poisioning he'd gotten after accidently eating it. But even then- it hadn't been hard to charm a pretty lady uni into granting him a healing kiss. [Well, so he said the story went, anyways.] The results were hardly to be dismissed. ...But by gods, he couldn't stand to have one wilting! [ Who knew what the mares might read into that, after all! ] Wth a flick of his head and arch of a brow- he was off. There were sprigs to be found!
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:40 pm
Damn this mistletoe. Why did it not just go away? One day he'd take it off and the next it would be right back on. What's worse is it's meaning. Kissing? Who wanted to spend all their days kissing really? Not this stallion, oh no. But blast it all that he was cursed forever with this weed like plant that cling to him like a leech.
Giving a slight sigh, he wandered aimlessly. Steering clear of any gatherings for the moment. His lips had become sore and now they were just plain numb. He tried to get some feeling back into them, but alas, there was no remedy for his condition. Though the thought of kissing too much made him wonder. Was there really such a thing as too much kissing? Of course. There had to be.
Perhaps if it became more commonly known they'd name it after him. How interesting and yet drab that would be. To only be known for some kind of disease that was linked to too much kissing. Then the reputation of him kissing every mare he came across because of this mistletoe would spread far and wide. And many would come to stare at the stallion with the ever numb lips.
Then what? Would mares want to know what it was like to be kissed by him? Feel what it's like to have his tingling lips touch their cheek when he couldn't feel the smoothness of their skin? Damn them for even thinking such a thing! Who would want to kiss with numb lips? No one. That's who.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:42 pm
Arh...what a great way to live. Being kissed by all the beautiful mares, who could complain right? Mistletoe didn't exactly complain...he loved the ladies! He wasn't adorned with such attractive mistletoe for nothing. He was the dream package. Handsome, smooth and seemingly sweet. What could ladies find more great then him? The clumps of mistletoe made them crazy. Though there was a downfall. He found it hard to become good friends with anyone, the guys he'd met got a tad jealous or annoyed and most of the girls acted plain silly around him. What is the point of being so damn good looking when you don't have anyone to laugh about it with? *cough* or brag too... ^^" Yes, it seem there is more to him then his looks (but not a great deal by the sounds). Maybe we could blame it on the mistletoe, but what about the horse underneath it? wink
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:42 pm
Snow was falling, and lightly sprinkled the clearing around the stallion. In his view were mares, running around with their eyes closed, trying to find him. The dapple smiled at the thought of all of them chasing for him and troted away some as one mare came along side him. It was a game, who ever cought him would win a kiss, many kisses infact, since he seemed to be covered in mistletoes. The games always could've been easily won, but seemed drawn out for the fun of it. He stoped as one mare tried to cut him off, only to be bumped into by someone else. Turning his large head, he looked to see who had caught him. "Mistle, I've been looking for you." He had to look down to find her dark hair and bright green eyes. It was Tala, the young girl who took care of him, and tied things in his mane and tail. "Well, she won." He said with a chuckle as he lowered his head to her. Tala hugged his muzzle as Mistle nuzzled her. "hehe, Mistle, that tickles." She said before she took a gentle hold of his mane and they walked back toward the teepees, laughing all the way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:50 pm
((*broken in half so it wouldn't be too long* sweatdrop ))
All that glitters is not golden, nor is all that is loved in legend the treasure those that idolize it might think. Tell me, you people that are drawn to my mistletoe, you people who adore and admire its seductive and romantic properties; do you not realize what it is that you are swooning over? A parasite, a murderous plant that exists purely on the life-force of those trees unfortunate enough to be overtaken by it. Pretty and attractive it appears, but that beauty comes at the expense of the host that is inexorably sucked dry and left for dead by the pretty little plant.
Tis strange to realize that I could find my alter-ego in something as fragile as a sprig of greenery, yet nothing could be more appropriate.
Come to me, my pretty mares; kiss me, worship me, and swoon over my beauty; delight in my mistletoe, bound by legend, and feel loved...for you will learn soon enough that you should have known better than to give in to a parasite. Yes, my pretty little mares; know that you will never leave, never be able to get away, never be able to be free of me, until the day comes that you have nothing left to give, either to me or to anyone. You should have known better than to believe in magic, or in the innocence of such a pretty...little...plant.
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