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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on May 25, 2018 21:01:51 GMT -7
It'd been a very average day for the colt, maybe even boring. All morning he had been instructed to fetch herbs along the top ridge near where his cave was. Apparently, mother figured that if him and his sister stayed near the ridge, they couldn't be seen from the rest of the mountain. Large rocks and boulders wrapped around the path and offered enough coverage. If anything did happen, Alastor knew by heart to hide behind the ridge or make it back to the cave. There were several planned meeting spots along the mountain for him and his family. Originally, the colt had really not been too concerned about it, but then Vesuvius had to make a comment. His sister went on about how that meant there were bad things they were going to have to hide from in the world. She said that someday, they wouldn't have their mother anymore and would have to rely on themselves. This frightened Alastor and he immediately became far more wary of the world around his little mountain cave. Perhaps, his mother's fears were real things, more than just the monsters she told stories about. Ves did say they were just stories, but she said the truth was far more frightening. Alastor really wasn't sure what to think. He just stayed boxed up on top of his ridge, looking out over a lonely mountain. Occasionally there were strangers who would wander by, lower down on the slopes. He wasn't allowed to go visit them. Him and Ves would stay in their cave and make up stories about the visitors. One great, big stallion had been a King, or maybe a knight? Alastor did like the idea of a knight. They were supposed to be strong and able to keep others safe. Maybe if he had a knight, then he could go roam around safely. The thought cheered him up a bit during his herb gathering. Someday, he'd find a knight.
Shrill cries stole the colt's attention away from the prickly plant he was attempting to grab. His legs splayed out in surprise and he snapped his head up, ears flicked to the sides in alert. The agonized cry of a foal tore at his ears yet again and sent a cold shiver down the boy's spine. He froze up, bright blue optics widening with fear and worry. What was he supposed to do? His mother was down the mountain, somewhere he wasn't allowed to go. He couldn't exactly go fetch her! "Ahh! No, no!" he stamped his hooves and tossed his head as he tried to figure out what to do. Reaching his mother was out of the question, but maybe Ves would know? Yes, she was bigger and smarter than him. If anyone knew what to do, it was going to be Ves.
The colt nodded quickly to himself and shot off back along the path to his ridge. He couldn't help but let his wide gaze travel down the slopes, seeking out the source of the cries. Alastor really didn't expect to see anything, convinced the phantom sobs were just the same as any invisible distress signal. It only took a second to prove that he was wrong. A coppery form lay sprawled out across one of the slopes adjacent to his own ridge. A stranger invading his safety. The sight nearly made Alastor stumble and he did hesitate long enough to try and focus to see what it was. It looked like a foal, almost.. Long, spindly legs with soft tuffs of hair for a mane and tail. The child let out another distressed call and Alastor felt himself come to a halt. He couldn't just leave this foal alone, it must have been terrified! Maybe he could find its mother, or help it up to see his own mother.
Without much thought, the colt quickly trotted and slid his way down the slope to the next path where the copper foal lay. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a filly and that her foreleg was coated in blood. The sight made his stomach drop, but Alastor remained vigilant. "Hello? My name is Alastor, I'm here to help you!" he offered, trying to keep his voice gentle to not scare the foal. It didn't seem to work particularly well, as the foal jolted and gave a sharp cry as that hurt her leg even further. She didn't even give Alastor a second look as she began to struggle to get up. "Mama! Mama!" she shrieked, her voice only cut short by more sobs that raked her body. The girl's shrill calls made Alastor's ears ring. "Hey, no! Shhhh, it's okay! Shhhh!" the colt tried his hardest to soothe the frightened filly, but this girl was nothing like Ves and all his social skills had been developed by his sister. Although, the filly's harks did twist in his direction finally. She peered up at him with greenish-blue eyes, similar to his own. There was fear and pain written clearly across her features, but she seemed to regard him with caution instead of the fear. Alastor tried to relax his stance, wanting to appear smaller and more foal-like than his growing body currently appeared. It seemed to satiate the filly, as she lowered her head back to the ground with a defeated sigh. "..Mama is gone. I can't find her," the filly cried softly, her voice quivering. She seemed to pause for a moment, taking a few shaky breaths as she appeared to prepare to deliver another line. Alastor stood silently, watching her carefully and waited. "Big kitty bit her.. a rock bit my leg," the filly seemed to try to explain what happened and Alastor was starting to get an idea. He'd heard about large cats that were bigger than even foals. They would drag children away and eat them, if parents weren't careful. The colt swallowed hard, looking around quickly. If a big cat was here, it wasn't safe to stay around. Though he wasn't quite sure what she meant by the rock biting her. The colt turned back to her, feeling much more on edge so his focus immediately went to her leg. The skin was scraped and it seemed part of it was just missing, but nothing more than a gash. The filly seemed to pull back a little as he drew closer, looking uncertain. Her large eyes ensnared Alastor and he knew that he had to get her out of here. "I can fix your leg, but we have to go," Alastor tried to say gently, though the alarm had crept into his voice. "Try to stand, okay? I can help," he offered, moving to the other side of the girl.
It was agonizingly slow to get the filly to stand again. With each movement, she gave a soft cry and more tears fell down her coppery cheeks. Her forelegs buckled beneath her the first few times and she did finally stand, with wobbly legs. It lasted only a moment before she tried to take a step and went tumbling down with a sob. The girl struggled and writhed on the ground, looking like a pathetic meal for a mountain lion. Alastor grimaced and lowered his head down to prod at the filly. "Come on! You can't give up! We're almost there, you just have to walk!" he tried to urge her on, again nudging the filly to try and get her to her feet. The girl sucked in a deep breath, then lurched up to her hooves with a loud sob. There was fresh blood trickling down her foreleg and Alastor knew it'd be an open invitation. He glanced hopelessly back up the mountain, trying to see his cave which seemed so far away now. If he was older, he knew it'd be no problem. Yet here he was, barely even bigger than this filly and struggling to help her up. He was running out of options. As he scoured his thoughts, a sharp squeal nearly made him jump out of his skin. The filly next to him had her eyes pinned to the sky above and Alastor tensed, jerking his head up. A dark shadow circled above them, but hung on only momentarily before swooping up the slope. "Its gonna bite! Hide me! Hide!" the filly squealed and nearly stumbled forward in her panic, but Alastor managed to take a fast enough step to help her regain balance. He cast his gaze back to the sky, eyes focusing enough to pinpoint the detailed feathers dictating their intruder as a hawk. It was a much more welcome surprise than a mountain lion, all things considered. The bird swooped along the slope again, seeming to chase some unseen prey. Alastor shook his head and returned his attention to the filly, bringing his maw to her neck to try and nudge her on. "It's a hawk, it won't eat you. Come on, you have to walk," he tried to urge, but the filly was frozen.
Sudden, she gave another little squeal. "Look! Hawk went away!" she sounded outright confused, gaze searching the sky above. With a groan, Alastor turned his gaze back to the slope, wishing this damn hawk would just go. The hawk returned to his sight and the colt's ears flicked up at full attention. The clever bird had dipped in between a large rock on the path and one of the cliff walls. As Alastor stared harder at the shadowy place, he realized it was some sort of crevice. Even better, it was close to them. "There! We have to go in there," he urged the filly on a bit more seriously this time, giving her a soft nip to the neck to get her moving. The filly squeaked and stumbled forward, having to lean heavily on Alastor to stay upright. She took pained steps and they were agonizingly slow, but the girl did manage to move up the slope. With each rock skittering out from beneath unsteady hooves, the filly forced herself higher. What should have taken only a few seconds felt like hours. The two finally reached the crevice, which Alastor realized was a big bigger than he'd imagined. It would do, though.
The filly seemed hesitant to approach the dark, gaping crack in the mountain. Her ears fell flat against her head and she hesitated as Alastor tried to urge her into it. "It's so dark..! I don't like it," she whined, though was easily motivated with another nip to her side. Alastor aided the girl in her last few steps into the crevice. The cool air enveloped them both and the darkness was almost comforting. The girl pressed up against the cave walls, resting hard against them. The scent of blood was still heavily hanging in the air. It was sickening, but Alastor knew this was better than outside. He just had to keep up a brave face. With a gentle sigh, he turned towards the filly. "It's going to be okay..! My mom will be here soon, she can help your mama," he tried to sound hopeful. It was true that his mom could help a lot of others, but thinking of his mother having to hang around a mountain lion infested area made his stomach sick. Maybe there was some sort of way he could warn her?
Alastor began to poke around the rocks near the entrance, trying to find a way to wedge himself next to them to remain out of sight but be able to stick his head out to yell. The filly grew increasingly nervous at his actions and a tremble spread through her little self. "Careful.. Rocks will bite you," she warned quietly, her voice shaking just as she was. The girl's honest concern drew Alastor's attention back to her, but he overestimated the distance he had between his thick head and the cave wall, smacking right into the sharp stones. He yelped, stumbling to the side in reflex. The cave seemed to have other plans as his jostle had been enough to loosen just a few rocks. The sharpened stones tumbled down, pelting his head and neck with rubble. The colt flinched hard as he felt the jagged edges cut into his skin and he nearly fell back on his rump. The rocks stopped quickly, but he felt a bit dazed with his head smacked around. "Ugh," he groaned and shook his head, glancing back to the startled filly who held an unsaid "I told you so" on her lips. "I know, I know, the rocks bit me," he huffed and cautiously moved towards the mouth of the cave again. He winced as he carefully avoided the rock he'd smashed his head into before. They were high enough and with enough cover that he really didn't think they'd be visible to any big cat on the slope. The only sensible thing left to do was call for help. "Momma! Help! Help us, mom!" he called out, wincing an eye shut as blood began to trickle down his head. Well, this was even better. Alastor glanced back to the filly, who was standing, but seemed unsteady. He just hoped that his mother would get here soon.
ooc // Alastor - 2196 words - @ username Notes: Alastor will be just shy of being a yearling for this scenario. (1.5 years real rp time) The cuts he receives to the top of his head and along his neck will scar over and remain on his hide. It will be noticed similarly to when someone has a scar in their eyebrow. Scenario: Two - Most Pitiful Thing Bonuses: Hawkeye, Verbose Loquacity, Young Blood, Just a Scratch, Multiple Characters, You Talk too Much, Bonus Go-Getter
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Post by + ebonite + on Sept 10, 2018 19:56:46 GMT -7
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30,000 - Complete Entry 3,000 - Hawkeye 7,000 - Verbose Loquacity 10,000 - Young Blood 12,000 - Just a Scratch 20,000 - Multiple Characters 15,000 - You Talk too Much 6,000 - Bonus Go-Getter 3,000 points - 500 Word Bonus 4,000 points - 800 Word Bonus 5,000 points - 1,000 Word Bonus 3,000 points - 1,500 Word Bonus 4,000 points - 1,800 Word Bonus 5,000 points - 2,000 Word Bonus
Total: 127,000
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