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Post by aliyaah on Feb 1, 2024 22:27:43 GMT -7
Singles Mingle 2024 signups close February 15th Word has spread across the lands of a Singles Mingle Event happening in the Freeland of the Unclaimed Hearts. All equines of at least two years of age are welcome to attend and mingle with others. Will romance bloom? Will friendship prevail? Or will new rivalries arise? To join, post IC in this thread which will serve as the central gathering thread for all equines. Once you post here, you will be paired up with two other characters to have individual threads with. If you and your partners are able to complete your thread, you will earn prizes! rules- Roleplayers may participate in both the Singles Mingle event and Couple's Retreat event, however, you may only receive the GP prize for completing one event (ex. If you successfully complete both events, you will still only receive 10 GP).
- All players can join a total of one character. This character must be at least two years of age.
- You must post here to this central gathering thread first. After your character is posted here, you will be paired off with other characters for an individual threads.
- All players will have a limit of five days between posts to reply. If someone fails to post within the five days, they will be disqualified from that individual thread and will not earn their prizes.
- In order for a thread to be marked as complete, players must post at least three times each. You will only earn the Completed Thread prize once.
- If your partner fails to post and is disqualified, in order to complete that individual thread and earn the Completed Thread prize, you will be required to do one more post to wrap up the thread. You will need to do this post within ten days of your last post (so five days after the five day limit your partner had).
- In addition to the prize for completing the thread, there are also bonus prizes that can be earned. These bonus points can only be earned once, meaning you cannot earn the same bonus in both individual threads.
- This event is included in our Completionist Award! You must complete this event to earn this award. You either need to complete this event OR Singles Mingle for the award; you do not need to complete both.
prizes- Completed Thread:
- 10 GP
- 50,000 WE Points
- Any tier 1 item from the store
- Bonuses:
- Include seeing other non-equine creatures attempting to woo each other: 10,000 WE Points
- Your character discusses past relationships: 10,000 WE Points
- Your character discusses the weather: 10,000 WE Points
- Your character uses a cheesy pick-up line: 10,000 WE Points
- 1000+ word post: 10,000 WE Points per post
- Post at least 5 times in a thread: 2 GP per thread
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 9, 2024 4:38:41 GMT -7
x LADY MARMALADE A mingling event for the singles of Wild Equines had been announced and it had captured the curious attention of the young chimeric Cambion. She had never done much in the way of flirting or wooing or courting others, nor had anyone ever really given her any of that sort of attention. Then again, she was still quite young so she did not find any of that surprising at all. However, this event was said to be open to those that were her age and older, so Mar had figured she would go check it out. It was in one of the Free Lands, Unclaimed Hearts specifically. How fitting, she thought as she approached the area that would be used for the event. She had spent much of the previous day and morning getting herself prepped and ready for a day of mingling with the other singles of Wild Equines. Her palomino and smokey black pelt was clean and pristine, despite being on the fluffier side for the cold weather that still lingered in the realm. Her mane and tail were free of knots and tangles, with the cream ends of her tail just barely touching the earth itself. She looked pretty, despite her tall, muscular frame. She was hoping to capture at least one other equine's attention. Not that she expected anything serious to come from this event but, hey, you never knew who you were going to encounter! That in mind, Lady Marmalade inhaled the mixed scents of several equines and then let it out with an excited snort. Her movements were fluid and graceful as she walked toward the event's determined area within Unclaimed Hearts. She wasn't really actively trying to get anyone's attention, but she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was here, either. One way or another, whatever happened, Mar hoped to as least make a friend during her time here for the event. Someone that she would be proud of to introduce to her mother, even as just a platonic relationship. Mar was tired of the discrimination she often faced, having been born a Cambion. After all, it wasn't something she could just change about herself! And it wasn't as if she was actively trying to harm or kill anybody. She would never do anything like that! Singles Mingle Event 2024 385 | ProfileVery excited for this event! 2 years 6 months
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Post by JUNI! on Feb 9, 2024 11:55:59 GMT -7
baroness of the shores ,
want for nothing.
where she was from, a singles mingle event was a sordid freak of nature. adora was curious to see how populated the event would be, if at all, and wondered if she’d recognize anyone. she had taken her time getting to know sunset shores since being named as its leader thanks to the light queen, it was time for her to do something for herself — at least that’s what others had told her. the palomino mare sighed to herself then, shaking her crown as she was approaching the border of her destination. with a swift lean back, adora slowed to a halt, examining the area with a few flickers of her ears. the silence indicated she might be early, or maybe she had well missed it (wouldn’t that be a funny thing?). after collecting herself, adora picked up a trot to continue on her way. distant chattering caught her attention, and the mare swung herself in a large circle to come in from the gatherings north side. breaking through the clearing, adora’s cerulean eyes scanned the other horses strewn about, taking in the festivities with an open mind. she had well quelled the nerves that pooled in her chest, still morbidly curious on what this event could offer her in the end; this life had been lonely thus far, and she’d been graced with a few old friends from her past but still felt so haunted by the others. as she stood, a few others welcomed her into conversation, and her attention fell to them in wait.
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Post by medilic on Feb 12, 2024 17:33:02 GMT -7
Salem was curious about this whole event going on, while he didn't care much about companionship, he did find the idea of leading someone on was particularly fun. After all, he still had carnal wants, and seeing a pretty lady or stallion flushed because of him was quite attractive. His sly smirk gave way to the mischievous thoughts within him as he contemplated the idea of ensnaring someone, maybe even being lucky enough to find one naive in the acts of courting. The idea of causing innocent prey to become flustered and stumble over their words causes him to become amused. He would try his hardest not to let his teeth mark another's flesh of course, at least until they asked. He wouldn't judge.
The Cambion would smirk to himself, and he began heading into the freelands. Ebony coat glistened in the sun as the muscles below stretched as he moved, he was a looker and that wasn't just him being prideful. Black eyes scoring the other singles that had already arrived, he could see pairs already looking at each other through half-lidded eyes and wooing one another.
Salem stood off to the side as he looked over everyone, so far, he noticed a few very pretty ladies. His sharp gaze lingered on a particularly captivating palomino lady who stood out amongst the rest, black eyes tracing every contour of her body as if trying to memorize it. Then onto another taller, more muscular beauty; her two-tone coat was very interesting to him. He turned his head away from them and turned towards a smaller lady who had approached him with a particularly nervous smile, he could only smirk back and dive into a conversation with her while he waited for the main event to start. His eyes still looking around at any newcomers or anyone lucky enough to catch his interest.
While he harbored little intention of getting to know anyone genuinely, he remained accepting of fleeting conversations and thrilling interactions; After all, why should he resist the temptation others flesh and words could offer?
Words: 346 words Tag: For the singles mingle event <3 Info: 5 years, 18.hh, Black Notes: Don't know how well I'm playing his character yet, but I think I'll do better in actual threads <3 (: LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by + ebonite + on Feb 12, 2024 20:37:22 GMT -7
avitas He was restless. Every day he was restless. He woke up and felt the need to run the entirety of the Dark Woods borders until he exhausted himself back into sleep. His thoughts were chaotic and angry and he just needed something, anything to do. It had been over half a year since he had returned to Dark Woods after being held captive. And his mind and body knew it. So he craved anything for a distraction. Anything than thinking about what had happened. He'd gone to a race out of the Freelands and during it and even afterward, his head had been the clearest it had been since his captivity. He wanted that again. That distraction, thinking about something else, actually looking forward to something instead of waking up and wondering if this was going to be a good day or a bad day. So, when an event like a "Singles Mingle" had been announced, he had immediately decided he was going, no excuses. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to be do at a Singles Mingle - relationships had never really crossed his mind until the race, but it was an event and he was going to it. In truth, he would have gone to the event no matter what it was about. If it was something he could use to distract himself and to maybe get out in the world more, he was going to take it. Perhaps he should have gotten some advice before he headed out, but he threw caution to the wind. He told his mother where he was going and then he left. He thought he caught a smirk on her face as he did so and that alone made it worth it. Seeing his mom back to her old self again helped him feel better as well. Perhaps something more could come out of this than just a distraction for himself. As he made his way toward the gathering place in the Freelands, though, he couldn't help wondering what exactly he was supposed to do. During the race, one of the stallions there had propositioned several of the racers to come back with him to his land of Trembling Shadows. Avitas he been sorely tempted, but had decided against it. His mind couldn't get past the idea that he might get captured again. After all, he didn't know the stallion. And no one would know where he had gone. He couldn't risk that again. He couldn't go back. So he had gone back to Dark Woods. But it had always haunted the back of his mind. So, he supposed this event would also give the opportunity to learn more about relationships. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was talking, getting to know each other first. He could do that. He entered the gathering, looking around at the others that were currently there. Only three others aside from him. A stallion and two mares. Idly, he knew immediately that gender didn't play a factor for him. He was content with anyone. One of the mares was a palomino paint, the other black and gold, and the stallion was black. He nodded in greeting to them all and settled himself in, wondering if anyone else was going to show up. At least they were an even number to be paired up, he supposed. Though maybe with a crowd this small they would all take turns talking? Perhaps he should have felt more nervous than he was, but honestly, this seemed easy compared to the ordeal he had gone through. Talking to strangers was a breeze compared to surviving torture at the hands of a cambion. profiletimeline 2 years, 4 months notes lul when he notices there are two cambions in the crowd... :')
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Post by A z z y on Feb 12, 2024 22:37:40 GMT -7
K a s h m i r Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been
The polished mahogany and ivory nomad maneuvered easily over the terrain in which he had situated himself in since his arrival in these lands. Kashmir had no home, no due north, no guiding star and to an extent, he much preferred it that way. For the time being, at least. He had caught wind on the hushed utterance of a mingle of the single equines of these lands on the lips of excited maidens. They cast their eyes over him, but the way he looked at them, truly looked at them, seemed to make even the most steadfast of woman quake. As they trotted off giggling, the dashingly handsome stallion merely shook his atlas, those hungry oceanic optics of his trailing their swaying rumps until out of sight. Soon to be out of mind, no doubt. Having always had a particular charm with the opposite sex, Kashmir doubted not his prowess, but his ability to maintain focus upon one damsel in distress alone. With so many dazzling creatures that had merely crossed his path since arriving in Wild Equines. It wasn't uncommon for Kashmir to take his time, to bask in the sun no matter how weak its warmth, to smell the flowers no matter how shrivelled and cold under the grip of winter. Despite the allure of mares seeking companionship, he was a beast of leisure, he enjoyed stretching moments out for as long as feasibly possible. And so, as he vigorously shook himself free of the dust that had settled upon his hide, he refocused his attention upon the path the two giggling babes had taken. His nape was held in a gentle, regal curve, his muscles sliding beneath his polished hide like silk over flesh as he strode languidly on. His bloodline had gifted him with a perfect confirmation, one that was both athletic yet comforting. His features were a mixture of the finely chiselled Ahkal teke, with the soft eyes of the andalusian. He was, for all intent and purpose, incredibly handsome. And he knew as such. His lengthy walk was almost a swagger, a quiet confidence oozing from him as he entered the clearing where this event would take place. There were several in attendance, but only a few caught his attention. Two mares were present, as were two stallions. One a brooding black beast, engaged in conversation with a mare half his size, the other a younger chap, slightly more bolder with his presence. Kashmir quickly appraised the mares, one dipped in black and gold hues, the other of a softer gild with ivory patches dashes across her hide. Both equally interesting in looks, but the stag said nothing as he took his position a comfortable distance beside the younger stallion. A small smirk tugged at his lips, the depths of his cerulean gaze sparkling as he flicked his obsidian cords against his hocks, studying the group with quiet intrigue. Ooc/ first post awfulness but Kash has arrived! "Others speech"Kashmir's speechlink to ref
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Post by faeriiefox on Feb 13, 2024 13:10:17 GMT -7
As the sun shone over the Freelands, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills, a figure emerges from the shadows, her steps hesitant and cautious. Anwen approaches the event she had heard about with a mixture of trepidation and hope, her uncertainties palpable in the way she holds herself. She was unsure if this was the right place for her to be, and if she even had the right to try and feel better, but at the same time she didn't want her past to win. Her past weighed heavily on her shoulders, a burden she had carried with her like a shadow trailing in her wake ever since she left that place. The memories of her abusive father and the pain he inflicted upon her still lingered, casting doubt upon her worth and her ability to find happiness.
Anwen's gaze drifted nervously across the crowd as she entered the gathering, her heart fluttering with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She longed for companionship—for someone to share her hopes and dreams with, to help her navigate the complexities of life—but she was feeling woefully unprepared, unsure if she's worthy of it. Even if she knew that that was just her past talking, deep inside. Her fathers voice was still echoing in her memories. Trash. Lowlife. Waste of breath. Amidst the chatter and laughter of the equines around her, Anwen felt small and insignificant, a lone figure adrift in a sea of pretty faces.A part of her yearned to meet someone who would see past her insecurities, someone who would understand the scars that still lingered beneath the surface.
As she tentatively made her way through the crowd, Anwen's gaze catught on a few very handsome stallions, but her eyes quickly turned away as she made her way to stand at the edge of the meeting. For a fleeting moment, she dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd find someone who would understand her pain, someone who could offer her the companionship her soul longed for, or at least some kind of friendship if love skipped over her.
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Post by Indi on Feb 14, 2024 16:03:21 GMT -7
Padmè's Legacy stumbled, nearly falling at the distant echo of a familiar name. Had she imagined it? There were moments that the buckskin sabino damsel felt uncertain of the world around her. All the things she had once taken for granted... almost seemed unreal now. And family... the beloved family she had been struggling so hard to reunite with... what if that had been the worst, most cruel figment of her imagination above all else? Rationally, she knew that made no sense, knew her memories of her dear father and wonderful brothers had not been anything her tormented mind had conjured up in a vain effort to escape the misery endured for what felt like a thousand lifetimes.
They had to be real. They couldn't be figments of her imagination.
Could they?
Perhaps it was little wonder that, with such turmoil in her mind, Padmè unconsciously found herself drifting closer towards the source of the voice whom she was almost certain had uttered her brother's name. Either to confirm that she actually had heard any such thing or else... dare she let even the smallest seedling of hope spring forth? She could not help herself. When initially she had scented a grouping of equines along the path she had been traversing, Padmè had altered her path to evade them altogether. She had no idea who any of them were or why there was a group of them or what their intentions might be. Given what she had only recently escaped, the risk of encountering literally anyone flooded her with the kind of fear that almost overwhelmed the compulsion to find out if someone had spoken her brother's name.
Mismatched blue and green pools darted rapidly, keeping track of any sign of movement, harks swivelling almost obsessively to ensure this was not some trap and even now someone was sneaking up behind her...
The image was suddenly so powerful that for a moment Padmè was forced to halt and give the land behind her a long, careful scan just to reassure herself that no one followed. Her tormentor had no reason to follow; he had bored of her and sent her away, albeit with threats of horrifying awfulness if she so much as whispered to anyone what he had done. As if the evidence was not written across her hide. Shuddering, she drew a slow breath and, releasing it, once again the buckskin sabino turned her steps forward towards where she had heard someone speak of Ares Nune. She just wanted to see her family again.
Was that too much to ask?
Up to this point, the group of equines had been kept from her view by vegetation. There was no way to know any details about the gathering, aside from it being a mixed grouping. And that one of them maybe knew... something. However, edging around a particularly thick clumping of bushes, Padmè found that for the first time since hearing the voice speak her brother's name -- probably... hopefully -- she could now see the individuals present. And found herself hoping they could not see her.
One could be forgiven for not looking their best... after all, even if her tormentor had no interest in pursuing her, she would not put it past him to perform one last twist of cruelty. So... on the run, avoiding any and all potential dangers as possible, there was hardly time to be worrying about appearance. And it undoubtedly showed. Especially in contrast to a gathering of equines who likely put careful thought into their appearances before arriving at what, Padmè realized, must be some type of event.
What to do now? Silently vanishing back into the undergrowth and hoping no one had noticed her certainly held vast appeal. Except... what if there was never another opportunity to speak with someone who might know her brother and could help her reach him at long last? Steeling herself, Padmè quietly edged a little nearer to the gathering. The crowd felt enormous. It felt like all eyes were zeroed in on her. She kept her mismatched blue and green gaze downcast, though she was still listening carefully for any voice to match the one that had pulled her into this mess in the first place. Character;; Padmè's LegacyTagged;; Event attendees ^_^ Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 4 yrs old
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Feb 14, 2024 23:19:13 GMT -7
Zeitgeist Oderint dum metuant Ashen daggers cut into the snow- and ice-covered earth with each stride the devilish ghoul took in his journey to something that had been called “the singles meet and greet” or some other lame shit or another. Is this what the mortals did in their spare time? During a war? They looked for something as trivial as… love? Baffling. Pathetic. Frankly, it was laughable to the heathen. The thought alone caused his lips, which had been hooked down at the edges into a displeased frown, curling up into a twisted grin. His lips wiggled as they fought to hold in a mocking laugh, which instead was released through his nares, which quivered as each push of air from his lungs escaped them. But was it just the nature of simplistic mortals to just want to be in love? He did not know. He had never had the urge, in life or in death, to be plagued by such a contractual emotion. To have your heart commanded by another? Why would anyone want that? The corners of his lips turned down with disgust at the thought. Whoever it was for, it could not possibly be for him. Milky white orbs blinked and his white auds twisted forward for a moment. He had thought he heard something but could not hear over the sound of the crunch of the snow and ice beneath his muscular and fit form. As his figure slowed to a halt, the snow beneath him groaned and compressed loudly under his figure. The enigma raised his dome, massive black antlers rose from his temples towards the sky, and he stood stone still as he listened. There. His milky orbs narrowed as his lips twisted into a maniacal grin as the sound of others speaking had found their way into his swiveling radars. A deep rumble escaped his chest and he hummed his satisfaction at finding this little gathering. Suddenly, his statuesque figure rolled into motion as he strode in the direction of the sounds of merriment.
It did not take the hellish beast long to find the area of which was called “unclaimed hearts”, supposedly the land of which equines could be claimed by others. Was it a coincidence that an event hosted to find love was in a land that was named after hearts with no one with a death grip on it? As amusing as the thought was, Zeitgeist soon found himself at the edge of the lands, looking out over the equines who had gathered there. A few stallions, but he was more interested in the woman folk. His gaze found them easily, and interestingly enough, they were either golden or some form of gold and black, or gold black and white. Zeitgeist found himself puzzled, his brow furrowed, as he wondered if they were sisters. But on a second thought, would it truly matter? It would not be the first time he had wooed sisters… his brows rose and his face grew indifferent. It would not matter. Children were children. He needed to create more cambions. He could have cared less if they were by sisters, cousins, or mothers. He inhaled and sighed as he prepared himself for an entrance. Once more, he lifted his head and arched his neck handsomely. Just before he stepped forth into the limelight, his formidable set of antlers vanished from his skull, and then he stepped forward. He inhaled, puffing his chest slightly, as he morphed his hellish form into that of an attractive, ever-so charming, uniquely marked mortal. His soulless chasms drifted from each equine, bestowing an enchanting smile toward them as he passed. As he strategically passed each mare present he slowed, as if they were the most beautiful thing he had ever encountered and offered a wink to each. As he passed and his façade could no longer be seen, the mask dropped to show his displeasure and annoyance with a frown and narrowed eyes. He lashed his inky black tassels against his hocks to show his displeasure. However, as the beast found a small area away from others, he rounded to face those in attendance and that charming expression and a soft, warm smile appeared once more on his lips. How long could he keep up with this excruciatingly annoying performance? Time would tell. He would do his best to keep it up, at least until he got one of the unlucky ladies alone…
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Post by aliyaah on Feb 16, 2024 18:19:28 GMT -7
These sign ups are now closed!
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Post by aliyaah on Mar 26, 2024 15:02:24 GMT -7
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