Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jul 15, 2020 16:44:09 GMT -7
Scavenger Hunt 1 !
The first hunt begins...
Welcome to the first WE IC scavenger hunt! In order to participate in this hunt, you must respond to THIS thread with an IC post of the one character you are entering to win the prizes. You will have 5 days from the posted date to sign your character up for this hunt. After this time window, the first riddle will be posted, and no late sign ups will be taken for this hunt. Signups will close on July 20th by 11:59PM CDT/CST.
There is a strange hum on the breeze. This hum whispers of adventures and mystery. This hum comes in the form of a Parrot's cries. The Parrot surfs upon the winds like a proud crimson ship, adorn with vibrant feathers carefully tucked into his frame. He cries and squawks as he glides through the lands of Wild Equines. He beckons to all who will hear his cry, and peer into his mischievous eyes. "Adventure, adventure!" He cries to the winds, for they carry his voice far away. The Parrot ceases his journey among the trees of Unclaimed Hearts. He shrieks "Adventure! Gifts! Glory!" from his bough woven throne. "Come seekers! Come and I will heap wonders upon you!" He squawks to any who will bend their ear. The Parrot brings strange promises on these winds.
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The small, 9 hands to be exact, black overo painted mare had heard the calls of an odd bird, claiming adventure and gifts and glory. She wasn't too sure what this was all about but she was intrigued so followed the voice on the wind. It lead her to a place she knew as unclaimed hearts, though she had never been to this place. As she entered the dappled shade of the trees her gray eyes, as silver and bright as the moon, swept back and forth looking for the strange bird. It didn't take her long to spot the bird, it's colorful feathers standing out in the browns and greens of the trees.
As she neared she could make out the breed of the bird now, a parrot. He was perched high in the branches still squawking his odd mantra of wonder. Mari looked around sure that others would be drawn as she had been to the odd cries of the parrot. As of now she was the only one present and she snorted to herself in pleasure, feeling as if she had won a race. She turned back to the bird and settled down to wait shifting her slight weight tell she was comfortable. Whatever was about to happen was sure to prove fun.
The five year old, twelve hand, seal bay sabino dyed, Caspian, Chincoteague, Quarter and Haflinger crossed pony stud lifted his skull to the skies, bright emerald, viper-like pools looking for anything that might give him a better clue of where he needed to go. The humming, or well, the cries of the parrot overhead, were fading into the distance. :Why don't you follow the bird? It ssseemsss like a good idea.: The little hiss in his ear made the little stud smile as he watched her scaly, slim frame fall from his shoulders, to the ground, then she slithered up and coiled herself around his left fore leg.
"That would be the appropriate idea wouldn't it Liah?" He said as he looked down at his leg as the foot and a half long, brown-green, black spotted and white striped Garter snake with a warm smile as her own eyes met his. Laughing, he looked up to the sky once more, then back down at the snake. "Hold on tightly now Liah. Wouldn't want you being thrown off as I run would we?" As she tightened her coils a little, Nova launched himself after the parrot's fading cries. The bird was pretty fast, but as long as he followed the cries, he'd be in good shape.
Adventure? Gifts? Glory? Wonder? Everything the parrot squawked, was so absurd, so...strange that he wanted to make sure he was a part of it. Following the parrot, he found himself in a meadow, a pretty place, orbs shot up once more, searching for the parrot. :He'sss up there Nov.: The snake hissed again as she pointed toward a nearby tree with her tail, his eyes followed the path and easily spied the bird, his bright feathers sticking out like a sore thumb in the greenery all around him. He smiled and then his gaze fell upon another form.
An onyx and ivory overo painted being, shorter than himself by at least a few hands. He smiled and nickered in their direction as he spoke. "I see I was not the only one intrigued by the oddness that bird was spouting. Name's Champagne Supernova, but everyone just calls me Nova. What's your name?" He asked as he drew himself to a halt near the other, noting that he was in fact in the company of a mare, and a pretty one at that. Trying his best, he softened the viper-like orbs, so as not to horrify the other. He hated and loved his eyes, he just hoped that not everyone was terrified by them.
Standing quietly near the mare, he tipped his towers her way, and let his gaze wander about them, his want to protect every being he came across rising up. No one and nothing would cause this duo any harm, he would make sure of it. He felt the snake uncoil from her spot on his leg and he lowered his muzzle to the ground, inviting her to slither up his facade and back to the point of his withers where she settled and just felt, proper.
Whatever it was this parrot was squawking about, he wanted in and he would do what he could to be a part of it. This was what adventure was. Diving head first into the unknown, and amongst some pretty lovely company at that. A smile claimed his velvets as he waited to see how many others were so intrigued by the parrot's calls to answer them.
Word Count: 581 "Speaking" :Nova and Liah (the snake) conversing: Listening Notes: Pippin and Everyone else, Here's the little snake eyed boy for this adventure. XD!
The Mirror of the Moon lives within the Sunset and the glowing eyes of the Wolf watch over her Healing Heart.
'A Promise That I Keep, I'll Never Share, I'll Never Speak, To My Grave The Secret Goes. The Beating Heart, The Beating Heart, Of The Mystic Creatures Wandered Far. Through These Veins A Wolfblood Flows. Through These Veins A Wolfblood Flows.' Lisa Knapp, The Opening Theme Song of Wolf Blood.
Beneath the gentle sway of a pine tree's branches, the bay colt lounged lazily. His legs - still a little awkwardly long - sprawled out over the exposed roots of the tree. He blew out a heavy sigh as his pale blue gaze turned towards the branches above. It'd been quiet, so far. While he was one to generally get work done, Asmodeus was not one to do it quickly... especially when he was not being watched. At just under two years old, he'd spent the majority of his limited life training among the Helkaer. The colt was well aware that his bite was a bit more than just harmful to the average horse. Supposedly, the strange, circular symbol that he bore on his shoulder would warn others of that. It was all he needed to get some time to himself when out in the open. No one had to know his name or where he was from, nor that he loved to tease his father's vulture with bone shards. That was precisely how Asmodeus liked things.
However, he grew bored oh so quickly.
When the visits with his father had ended, the white splattered colt had grown agitated. Most of his entertainment came from the short visits. There wasn't exactly much frolicking or throwing bones at birds while learning how to become a weapon. Sure, he probably had most of his life planned out for him, but he still really wanted to have fun while doing it. It didn't really help that his age meant he was still smaller than most others and nowhere near as strong as he would be someday. Training wasn't his favorite thing, but it was still exciting to think about how he'd be some badass stallion someday.
It wasn't very often that the bay colt wandered from Oinaze. He was specifically meant to be collecting some form of information. Given that he was young and an unknown face, that sort of thing seemed easy. He didn't fully understand the things he could hear, but he left it up to the adults to see if it was useful or not. While resting beneath the tree, Asmodeus severely doubted that anything interesting would come up... but his harks twitched as a bird cried out above him. With a jolt, he pushed himself up and flicked his ears forward. As his pale gaze scanned the sky, he spotted the brightly colored creature as it flew about and promised adventure. It was way more interesting than hanging out beneath a tree, so Asmodeus was quick to follow after the calls.
As the land boundaries shifted, the colt was surprised to find himself in an area that mares typically came to. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, unsure if he was even allowed here, but quickly reminded himself living weapons could go anywhere they wanted. With a snort, the colt trotted towards where he'd last heard the parrot and only slowed when he noticed the dark figures beneath where it'd landed. Both strangers were shorter than him, which made him wonder why such little kids were out here to begin with. He bristled with embarrassment as he realized they probably were just playing dumb kid games chasing the bird, but that's exactly what he'd done too. Irritated, he snorted again and trotted up to stand directly in front of the tree in which the bird now sat upon. If this dumb bird was going to give out gifts, he was definitely going to be getting one.
Asmodeus Notes: He's about 1.6-1.8 years old rn, around 14 hands tall and not full grown. Biohazard symbol on the right shoulder.
Post by + ebonite + on Jul 17, 2020 16:25:23 GMT -7
Arwen had not been in the land of Wild Equines for very long, but so far, she felt she had picked a good place to be. The lands here were a lot more wild and natural - filled with trees and clearings and lakes and all manners of scenery that she had not laid her eyes on before. Mountains towered in the distance as she roamed through these lands - dubbed "The Free lands" she'd found out. They were named as such because no equine ruled here. Anyone was free to come and go as they pleased and some equines even called these lands home. Arwen felt vaguely relieved that such a place existed, a place free from rulers and rules. For now, she was staying here and exploring as many lands as she could. The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking. She could have never imagined such places in the lands where she had grown up. Her kingdom had been nothing but buildings, drawn up by the hands of other creatures. These places were of nature and Arwen revelled in the beauty of it all. She had never climbed a mountain before or traveled through a rainforest jungle or struggled through desert sands. She wanted to experience it all. However, before she could start up on her adventure for the day, something else pulled at her attention.
It was a bird of some sort, a very colorful one unlike anything she'd seen before. It called through the air, promising adventure and gifts, just what she was in the market for. She did feel a bit suspicious. With everything that had happened to her recently, anything that sounded good felt like a dangerous step to take. However, her curiosity won out over her suspicion in this particular battle. And so she found herself traveling along and following the bird's calls. It took her to a place she'd already been, but had not thoroughly explored yet. The Unclaimed Hearts. All of these places had such interesting names! From what she'd gathered, this place was designated as a spot to find a lover. A pang went through her and she gave herself a shake as she trotted along. A lover was not something she was looking for and she doubted she'd be looking for one for a long time. Hence why she had been here before and had not bothered exploring it further. But if this was where the bird was settling down, then she would see what it had in store for her anyway.
The bird had settled itself on a tree and from here, Arwen got the full view of its colors. She was in awe for a few moments before the realization that she was not alone dawned on her. There were three other horses here. Two of them were taller and one was even shorter than she was. It was odd, being in the company of such tall horses. Her kingdom had all been horses around her height and breed. Wild Equines tended to run on the rather tall side. She'd found that out early on as she marched through the Free lands and marveled at horses several hands taller than she was. Seeing another horse that was around her height was reassuring. She edged into the little group, keeping one eye on the bird and another on the other visitors. "Greetings," she said pleasantly, dipping her head respectfully to the others gathered, including the bird. "I am Arwen," she introduced herself next, hoping that the others did the same. The customs here were different than what she was used to, but hopefully she could get some names out of the others at least.
Post by FennecFyre on Jul 17, 2020 21:09:52 GMT -7
Aryel had been grazing in the nearby meadows when the parrot's cacophony drew her head up from her meal. Curiously, she peered up at the bird through the dark strands of her forelock, before giving her head a toss to flick the offending locks out of the way. She was still getting accustomed to these new lands, and their various oddities, but speaking birds, especially ones with such vibrant colors, wasn't something she had encountered yet. The grullo's ears nevertheless pricked at the bird's decrees, though. Adventure, huh? She wouldn't say no to a bit of that. With a decisive snort, she wheeled about and broke into a gallop, following the scarlet speck as it soared towards the horizon.
Aryel's hooves drummed a staccato rhythm against the ground, growing in tempo as the bird drew further away from her. The mare's bloodstock was not composed of horses built for speed, but she was determined not to lose sight of the parrot. Clods of earth were dislodged as her hooves bit into the ground, and her stocky, well-muscled limbs stretched to their limits before tucking back up against her body. She loved to push herself like this, until the wind was whipping her mane into tangles and her heart was beating so fiercely it threatened to leap from her ribcage.
Up ahead, the parrot had finally come to land in the boughs of a lone tree, where a handful of other equines had already gathered. With some reluctance, she let her momentum peter out, as her heavy gallop gradually slowed to a trot, then a full stop. Aryel was exhilarated from her sprint, with sides flecked with foam and sweat. Nostrils flared to pull much-needed air into her lungs as she examined the strangers curiously. All but one, she was amazed to see, were equines even smaller than she was. The other looked to be a yearling colt, nearly-mature but not yet completely free of the lanky lines of a foal. There was an odd mark on his shoulder, but her pondering over its meaning was set to the side as she looked up to the bird, waiting expectantly.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2020 21:11:56 GMT -7 by FennecFyre
Plot with Aryel here! (Open for claiming, but will fight for her freedom)
The leopard spotted stallion's hark flicked backwards as he caught the sound of a birds voice. It was strange because before now he was only used to talking to both Mossaz and Marley. The stallion kept up his pace, moving further and further into the free lands. He tossed his head a little before he found himself catching a glimpse of the bird. It was fast and so pretty in color, he felt like he was in awe of the bird. Harks flicked as he gave out a nicker to his companions and picked up his pace. A smile escaped his muzzle as his flame colored orbs searched the land, harks leading his body in the direction of the bird.
The young stallion slowed to a stop as soon he found himself surrounded by others. Had they heard the words that the bird had spoke? He looked around at the others, unsure if they would have to compete over the treasure the bird was promising. He glanced at the others, unsure of who all he was standing here with. Nobody looked familiar to him so far, but this could be a chance to make new friends or enemies. He snorted lightly and flicked his tail, he was starting to feel nervous until he felt a light bite on his fetlock. The stallions eyes glanced downward for a second, before he felt his lips tighten.
Although Aura entered Wild Equines just a short time ago, the interesting experiences she had here so far made her decide it was a place worth exploring more of. Thus far she only explored within the Freelands, but she soon discovered the size of these lands were considerably expansive. It was an ideal place to seek out explanations to her unanswered curiosities.
Quite suddenly, a piercing cry deafened the serene noises of the forest, which approached Aura from immediately behind her. "Adventure, adventure!”" Spotted ears immediately hearkened to the shrieks of a creature quickly approaching above her, and bright hazel eyes scanned to look for the source of the cacophonous call. In the small clearing of the trees above, Aura saw a glimpse of brilliant feathers appear and quickly disappear as the creature she could now identify as a bird continued off in the direction she was facing. Aura never witnessed such an extravagant talking bird before, and she certainly refused to miss an opportunity to pursue this mysterious occurrence further. She set off into a graceful canter after the peculiar bird, her head held high as she tried to carefully watch the trajectory of his scarlet silhouette from below the forest canopy. Thick curls of the mare’s alabaster mane and tail billowed out behind her, gently caressing the black-spotted hide of her back and sides. She followed after him to a place she had not yet explored in the Freelands. Lush grass blanketed the ground beneath her, harboring clusters of beautiful pastel wildflowers that basked in the sunlight filtered by the trees. A babbling brook trailed along to her right, glittering in the same dappled light. Quite a magical place, Aura thought briefly to herself; one fitting for the mystical circumstances she found herself in presently.
Some distance ahead, the mare saw the bird’s flamboyant plumage once again as he submerged himself under the canopy, selecting one of the trees as his pulpit. Aura slowed to a smooth trot now that she was no longer worried of losing this harbinger of adventure and mysticism. Listening closely, she heard the continued shrieks of the avian: "Adventure! Gifts! Glory! Come seekers! Come and I will heap wonders upon you!" Aura quickly realized she was not the only seeker. By now, a small crowd already gathered near the bird, likely drawn by his fantastical promises just as Aura was. She slowed to a halt, stopping short of the mingling group to quietly observe. Several horses began conversing with one another, many of which were quite a bit shorter than her. She didn’t know what to make of the situation, but from hearing the introductions of the others, she at least now knew she hadn’t stumbled upon an established bird-worshipping cult. It wasn’t something she immediately ruled out--she had seen much more peculiar things, and her imagination did not limit her conceiveabilities. Her curious gaze flickered between the group of horses and the bird who caused this gathering in the first place.
Post by fleabittengay on Jul 19, 2020 15:55:34 GMT -7
It was not often that Sparrow wandered away from the shores of the ocean, but after spotting the red parrot flying through the sky, cawing promises of adventure, gifts, and glory... well, it was a bit hard to ignore. He had been out at Femiet Beach when he'd first spotted the majestic bird, dozing in the hot sands. He hadn't stirred at first, but once the words had processed through his brain, the draft mutt had quickly gotten to his feet and scampered off after the parrot. His massive hooves left impressive dents in the sand as he loped after the bird, well accustomed to voyaging across beaches. His dread-locked mane bounded against his thick neck, brown eyes twinkling with glee. He had not been on any adventures since his arrival here in Wild Equines - or should he say, since washing up on the shores of Wild Equines. He chuckled a bit to himself, picking up his pace once the sand switched to the more solid ground beneath his hooves. The drafty brute's hooves thundered against the terrain, the beads in his dread-locks rattling against one another. He breathed in the last traces of ocean air and then he was entering the rest of the Free Lands, diligently following after the parrot.
It was as he followed the parrot that he began to wonder just where this parrot had come from. He had not seen a parrot around Wild Equines before. He'd seen plenty of them back home and throughout his adventures, but never here. Were they native to these lands? The pirate laughed as he followed after the bird, ears perked forward as he listened to its cawing. He lost sight of the parrot for some time, but he could still hear its voice in the distance. He kept following, not wanting to miss the chance of an adventure, and it was in Unclaimed Hearts that he finally found the bird again - as well as a gathering of other equines. Equines that were all much smaller than himself. Slowing his haphazard galloping to a trot, and then, finally, to a lazy walk, Sparrow flashed the gathered beings a grin. "Bloody parrots are always going on about something or another," he joked, shaking his head before looking up at the bird. "Go on then! Tell us of this adventure!"
Thomasin blinked, her long lashes fluttered against the lengths of her obsidian forelocks as the young mare pushed slumber from her mind. It was early morning, the goat that guarded her was peering from the mouth of the cavern at the sky. Thomasin groaned, lifting her physique from the cold floor. Shaking her finely formed bodice, she moved forward to stand beside Black Phillip. The apex of the horn creature stood in line with her shoulders, and Thomasin wasn’t short by any means. Idly, she nudged the creature, smirking as all she was met with was a grunt of dissatisfaction. Easily, her halcyon gaze followed the red eyes of the billy goat to the skies, catching a dash of red as it hurtled through the atmosphere, chattering away you itself. Thomasin cast her attention to the goat who was already moving forwards. After you... she mused under her breath, pulling her name into a refined arch before pushing forwards.
The pair left the confines of Lachlan Breck, passing the guards with a gentle inclination of her crown. They responded in kind and she continued, following her beloved goat who was seemingly enthralled by the winged creature. The journey didn’t take as long as she had initially thought it would. Thomasin was in peak condition, youth clung to her frame yet where she had once been gangly and gaunt, she was now well muscled and feminine curves took over childish angles. Her mother was the once dark queen Akroma and her father was The Surgeon, she would have been unlikely to have ever come out as something undesirable. Yet, as the goat slowed, so did she, drawing up along side him as they peered into the clearing. Several equines had also seen the parrot and decided to follow. Inhaling steadily, Thomasin drew herself into a somewhat regal position as she moved from the foliage, Black Phillip marching her stride for stride as they fell into position within the group. Her honey gaze scoured the gathering with ease, her features stoic as finally her attention fell upon the parrot once more, anticipating whatever the creature would say next.
Post by The Quiet One on Jul 20, 2020 9:31:59 GMT -7
Life it seemed had settled a little. There was little that went on within the confines of my new home but in a way it was a relief. At least with the peace and quiet I could try and make peace with my demons. There seemed to be something between me and the intriguing beast that ruled over Damballa Isles, but whatever spark there was it was too early to put a name on it. As scarred as I was from previous experiences I wasn’t exactly in a rush to either. Instead I was content to with and see how things turned out. Today there had been an itch to get out and about, something which was rare nowadays since life hadn’t given me much reason to hold onto the adventurous way of my younger self. I was slowly getting there however even if things would never be the same. My pace was kept to a lazy two beat gait as I traversed past the borders of my home and through the remaining dark territories as I set my destination for the freelands. Fate it seemed had other ideas. A sudden piercing cry breaks the relatively peaceful atmosphere immediately drawing my crown skywards.
Multi hued orbs lock onto a parrot who mere seconds later disturb the silence yet again. "Adventure, adventure!” Curiosity stirs driving my pace forwards as I set after the bird. Following him brings me closer to the Freelands until eventually I find myself stepping foot within the greenery of Unclaimed Hearts. Here the bird comes to settle upon a branch and I find my pace falling to a walk. Unused to the more intense exercise a slight sweat sits upon my pelt nasals flaring slightly as I draw oxygen into my lungs. At the back of my my mind I couldn’t help but feel disheartened by both of these things. I needed to be getting out more. Did I feel ready however? With a crowd already gathered I find myself stopping at the back harks perking as the parrot utters yet more words. "Adventure! Gifts! Glory!" Unbidden a scoff slips free under my breath at the mention of glory. I had desperately sort it years ago and look where it had gotten me. "Come seekers! Come and I will heap wonders upon you!" Remaining silent I simply wait a traitorous thought whispering that perhaps this could be some fun.
Please do not steal any of my characters, their offspring or their official mates unless you are willing to plot out some way of my character actually being able to get them back. Also don't meta-game/god mode any of my characters without talking to me beforehand.
Post by R0man Num3ral5 on Jul 20, 2020 18:09:20 GMT -7
The red dun steed had not been in the lands of Wild Equines for long, only just arriving from a land probably not known by most, if any. What had happened to his family and clan had been quite unfortunate, leaving Torgeir on his own for many moons, sad with the knowledge that there was nothing he could possibly have done to save any of them. The purebred Clydesdale knew he had to go on so that his clan could live on through him; there was no point in moping about and every point in making a better life for himself. Torgeir had followed scents and tracks made by other equines that seemed to frequent the path he is currently taking, hoping to cross paths with at least one as his current existence has been a lonely one. It was then that a rather colourful, feathery bird flew overhead, squawking of adventure, gifts and glory. Honestly, all it had to say was "adventure" and Torgeir would have followed the noisy creature, glory and gifts were just a bonus.
Moving at a bouncy trot, Torgeir wandered into the lands known as Unclaimed Hearts, green eyes looking for the parrot that had claimed to bring excitement into his life. It wasn't long before a large group of equines, that he assumes followed the birds calls as well, came into view. The group consisted of rather small equines, followed by mid-height equines and a fellow that seemed to be around - perhaps even taller than - Torgeirs height. The eighteen-hand gentleman slowed to a walk as he carefully joined the large group, taking more of a liking to the smaller equines while eyeing the one with viper like eyes and a snake settled on his withers with a childlike curiosity. Forgetting his manners, he quickly addressed the group in hopes that maybe someone will talk to him and join him on this adventure. 'Guid day a', a'm Torgeir' he said in his strong Scottish accent, deep but friendly as he smiled warmly at them all.
CharacterTorgeir Words 340 Comment First Torgeir post, wanted to get something up quickly so I don't miss out :3 Translation 'Good day all, I'm Torgeir'
Please PM me the form: [b]Location:[/b] which land can you find the item in? [b]Item:[/b] What is the item in question?
The parrot, satisfied with his wait, begins to spin his riddle to the soon-to-be adventurers:
Many came and stood beneath the bough he made his throne upon. A squawk and cackle escapes his hooked beak. It is easy to see the smugness bristle from his small, colourful frame. He dances atop the branch in anticipation, hardly paying attention to the words that fall from the lips of his participants. "Yes, yes adventurers you shall be! I have a riddle for all of thee!" He cries while rustling his feathers until his frame rounds. With one swift motion, he leaps into the sky and lets out another cry. "Adventurers! Seekers! Hear my words! Come one! Come all! Answer my riddle, and receive your prize!" He shrieks and dives toward the 14 hand Bay Splash equine. The parrot reels himself backward, splaying his feet until he lands atop the stag's head.
"Tell me! Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?" He cries as he bounces from the head of the Bay Splash, and onto the withers of a short pale mare. He dances with his wings splayed atop the withers of the pale mare for a few moments before continuing to deliver his riddle. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!" He cries as he leaps from the small pale mare and onto a massive equine who expressed distaste with his very existence. "Swashbuckler, where is your ship? Have patience marauder or I'll give you a snip." The bird addresses the piratesque stag.
"Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams." He shrieks and catapults himself into the sky. The parrot quickly nestles himself into his bough-woven throne. "Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!" He cackles into the sky, his feathers rustling in the breeze.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jul 25, 2020 16:22:37 GMT -7
First Hunt !
The hunt begins
All participants were able to solve the Parrot's riddle! In order to proceed you must POST AS A REPLY TO THIS THREAD with your character's response. Please make sure you include these specific topics in your post: HOW they solved the riddle, WHERE they went, WHAT they got, and bringing that item back to the parrot. The correct location was: Forsaken Mire. The correct item was: An crocodile/alligator tooth.
The parrot sits atop his bough woven throne with a sly smile on his face. "Well!? What are you waiting for?" He shrieks as he hops atop the boughs as though they are a trampoline. "Go! Go! Hurry!" He caws out once more, splaying his wings wide.
The painted female listened to the riddle of the claret hued bird with a brow arched over her honey hued gaze. Her lobes danced upon her atlas as the bird seemed to dance between the equines, sprawling on some, nipping at others. Thomasin briefly considered taking the bird from the sky and handing it to her horned compaction to do as he saw fit, yet the notion was quickly quelled as the riddle delivered and the hunt began. Silence seemed to fall between the group of beasts, Thomasin looked to the goat who was already making his way back through the foliage. Without faltering, she turned and followed, her slender limbs extending into a gentle duo beat as she hissed for the creature to slow down. Giving the impression they had solved the riddle already when in fact they actually hadn’t may not have been the best option in the long run.
Slow down, wretched beast. she mused, a sly smirk tugging on her kissers as her enamels tugged at the coarse black hair of the goat. Black Phillip bleated his response, the beady crimson gaze of the goat bore into her momentarily before he slowed his chase. What was it he said about the wetlands? Thy creatures bore reptilian tongues and will hiss and bite? In her haste to follow the goat, the riddle had become almost blurred. Shaking her crown, a gentle sigh escaped her mug as she considered the riddle once more. And thy gem we must return? Sharp and dangerous, the reptilians will writhe and bite... Thomasin looked to the goat with exasperation, the competitive nature of the young princess was beginning to show. The horned goat continued to watch his friend, knowing but unable to communicate it, waiting for the penny to drop.
Hold thy tongue, Phillip. Thy judgment is not needed. The mires are the only wetlands near to us...we would be foolish to assume otherwise. The goat smiled, watching as his equine companion took flight, his own shorter limbs animating to keep up with her. Thomasin knew the route for she had travelled it before, albeit unintentionally. Soon, the track began to soften, where there was once rock and rubble there was now pools of murky water and sodden turf. Thomasin slowed, picking the trail delicately, testing each step before committing to it. Black Phillip admired her dexterity yet was aware that she had not yet worked out what the gem was or how to extract it.
Thomasin slowed, drawing to a halt as her golden lampistras scouted the location. A miasma seemed to cling to the lands, rolling over it and blurring her vision. The waters also seemed to shift as creatures moved beneath the surface, their own beady eyes fully aware of the two meals that had wandered in. Black Phillip took a protective stance over the temptress, his nostrils flaring as a single cloven hoof pawed the swamp. No harm would befall her, he would see to that. Dost thou have any inclination as to what gem the winged rat hinted at? she smirked, a chuckle escaping her as she looked to the goat. A solemn nod was offered from the beast as he brushed past her, a single nod of his chin was given. Thomasin followed the direction of the gesture, her gut knitting as her attention fell upon a large crocodile. It’s teeth poking from it’s closed jaws as it viewed her, a guttural snarl rumbled from within.
Thomasin sighed heavily, shaking her crown in amusement as she looked to the goat. To simply approach the lizard and take its enamels would be suicide at best, that much she was certain of. Yet, the goat had an idea. Stabbing it’s horn into her shoulder, she jumped back slightly, her harks pinned as the goat moved forward into the water, causing a significant splash as he waded into the swamp. The crocodiles saw the shift, and they too slid into the water, several of the largest crocodiles advanced on the goat. Thomasin watched with horror, fear filling her as the thought of losing her beloved companion ricocheted within her. Yet the goat was sneaky, as one crocodile moved in on him, he butted the snout of the beast with considerable force, leaping from the waters and driving his horned skull down. There was an audible crack and blood began to fill the waters. Another crocodile approached from behind and received a kick for its troubles, the black goat spinning out of the open jaws of the beast as they clamped down on the injured crocodile instead. Soon, several serpents writhed and fought, marring the waters red with claret.
The goat stood beside Thomasin, drenched and bloodied, a sizeable gash lined his shoulder but he would heal. His plan had worked, and in the midst of the writhing, snapping demons, a single tooth was thrown to the feet of the painted woman. Thomasin blinked, a genuine fear incarcerated her as she looked to the lizards as they fought, driven to lunacy from the blood of their own. Gently, Black Phillip nudged her, pulling her attention down to the tooth on the turf. Bastard creature! Thy risketh thy own head for this? Be thankful thy jaws of the serpents lashed you for I would have doneth worse... she snarled, both in jest and severity as she picked up the bloodied tooth in her enamels and tucked her crown to her bosom.
Thomasin shoved the flat plain of her dome forcefully into the hide of the goat, moving him into step before her so she could keep an eye on him. His step was sore but as they moved from the mire, her worries lessened. The foolish beast could have been killed all in the name of competition. Thomasin pushed the idea from her mind, her fair extending as they wound back through the undergrowth towards the claret bird once more. Silently, she hoped she would not be first yet as they approached, she could hear no signs of her wishes being granted. Breaching the clearing, Thomasin looked to the bird and spat the tooth at the bottom of the tree he sat in, a brow arched as she turned her back on the parrot to tend to her companion’s injury. The goat batted away her attempts, his own attention held by the parrot. What did the creature have in store for them next?
OOC// word vomit.
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2020 11:19:15 GMT -7 by avversaria
Post by fleabittengay on Jul 26, 2020 3:57:26 GMT -7
It would seem that most of the equines that had gathered her today were quite small. Little ponies that he could very easily trip over if he wasn't paying attention. He looked around at them all with lazy curiosity until his gaze finally came to rest on another equine around his size, just a little shorter. The other equine that caught his eye was a pretty maiden with a black goat at her side. Sparrow quirked a brow at her and the goat, grinning charmingly at her. Always the flirt, how could he possibly resist a woman for regal and pretty? Of course, his attention did quickly turn back to the parrot, his ears twitching lazily upon his head as he listened to the bird continuing to caw and screech. "Yes, yes adventurers you shall be! I have a riddle for all of thee!" It cawed and Sparrow chuckled, shifting his weight as the sun beat down on his bay roan brindle hide. He was starting to sweat without the soothing ocean breeze to cool him off. Adventurers! Seekers! Hear my words! Come one! Come all! Answer my riddle, and receive your prize!" The parrot flies, landing on top of some poor bastards head that had Sparrow laughing. "Tell me! Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?"
Ah, a riddle. Sparrow did enjoy a good riddle. He was already thinking, trying to come up with an answer as the bird hopped from one equine to the next. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!" And then the parrot was flapping its way onto him and the pirate nickers, giving himself a shake as if to - almost playfully - dislodge the parrot. "Swashbuckler, where is your ship? Have patience marauder or I'll give you a snip." The beast laughs again, a big belly laugh. "My ship is long gone, I'm afraid," he says casually, seeming to be unbothered by the question. "Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams." The parrot takes off into the sky again, settling himself into his little nest of sorts. "Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!"
And now... now Sparrow has to figure out what the riddle is. He stood there for a moment, pondering, his face scrunched up in thought. And then it was like a lightbulb went off in his head and he gave an "aha!" as he looked up at the bird. "You little devil," he said to the parrot as he laughed, winking just before he began to trot off in the direction of The Forsaken Mire. He weaved through the Free Lands, humming to himself and seeming in quite a jovial mood even as the land turned more swampy beneath his hooves. Now, he just had to figure out how to get the item. He could see the large reptiles in the marshes, watching him, waiting for him to make one wrong step and become a tasty meal for them. "Not today, you oversized lizards. Not today," he murmured as he continued to walk through the mire.
It took some time for him to find what he was looking for, not that he knew he was exactly looking for it. The long-dead corpse of a crocodile. The smell was something awful, but, hey, at least he didn't have to worry about the thing eating him. Approaching with confidence, he leaned down and inspected the still intact skull. He used his teeth and muzzle to test the teeth to find one that was particularly loose so that he could remove it. Once found, he gripped the sharp item in his teeth and yanked it out. The tooth came free, but the skull also detached from the rest of the body, rolling twice. Sparrow watched with morbid fascination, keeping a careful grip on the tooth in his mouth. Sorry to disturb your peaceful nap, he thought to himself, prodding at the skull with a large front hoof. Had he not been running out of time, he would have inspected the skull further, but instead, he turned around and began to head back to the gathering place.
He was not the first to return, but the second - or, technically, the third, if the woman's goat counted. He strolled past her, letting his eyes linger on her for a moment. Once he was standing in front of the parrot, he spat out the tooth to join the mare's collected gator tooth, a cocky smirk on his face. "There you go, birdy," he snickered, backing away and back over toward the mare. He took up a spot beside her and her goat, resting a hind hoof lazily on its tip. He saw that the goat was wounded. "Might wanna get that checked out," he said, though he didn't sound all that concerned, really. He honestly just wanted an excuse to speak with the maiden.
As the riddle ended, Nova heard a hiss in his ear, as he felt a tug on his tresses and felt the undulations as Liah slithered her way up his ebon tresses and whispered into his ear, :We need to go to the Forsssaken Mire. We need to get a sssharp tooth from one of the crocodilesss that linger there.: Turning his snow blazed skull to look back at the snake he smiled as she stuck her tongue out at him and then wrapped her slender form between his ears like a crown as he smiled again. "Let us go then huh Liah?" He said as he pivoted and charged into the trees once more.
Picking up a good canter, he made short time to the dangerous grounds of the Mire. Coming to a halt as he heard a hiss nearby, he tested the ground beneath his flints. "Now the question remains, how do we get one from one of these monsters?" He mused as he felt the snake slithering down his forehead, lifting a front limb out in front him he watched her drop from his snout and wrap around his leg. :Well, I'm not sssure on the way we ssshall get one. I jussst know we can't sssimply asssk one to give usss one.: The snake hissed as the pair of them found themselves being eyed hungrily by crocs not to far away in the waters of the Mire. Nova snorted in annoyance as he began to brainstorm with the snake.
The easiest way to get one would be to find an old or dead one and snatch one from there, but there was neither adventure nor danger in that idea. He also couldn't just wander into the water and try to get one to bite him, he'd likely end up as dinner on that one. Lifting his bright emerald chasms up, maybe if she were willing, "Liah..." he didn't even finish his thought, :Jussst get me up there.: She hissed as she uncoiled from his leg and slithered back up onto his facade and to his ear. He started to pick his way cautiously over the soggy ground.
He made sure not to twitch his ear too much and kept an eye on the crocs that were lazily following them along the edges of the Mire. When he reached a heavy, thick, though beginning to fall apart, branch stretching out toward the water, he put his ear close to it and felt the snake slide her way from his ear to the branch when she was there, she smiled at the stud. :Tell me when.: She said and Nova chuckled as he looked out into the Mire, the crocs were still looking at him. He smirked, "I'm gonna draw their attention and then, I'm going to run up around that branch and hope they jump up to try and get me, and if not me then they try and get you and by grabbing your branch, hope they break a tooth free on it." He said to the snake.
Understanding the plan, he watched as the snake found a small bit of the big branch where she could wrap her tail around and secure herself while hanging upside down, then he nodded and moved to the edge of the Mire, reared up and splashed his forehooves into the water, once, twice, thrice and then he found himself darting away from the water's edge from the loud snapping of jaws. He ran to the rise beside the tree where Liah was and watched. The first ones that had caught his movements were lost when their meal ran away, but a bigger, older monster was interested.
"Get ready Liah." He said and watched as the snake dangled toward the water, the croc swam up and leapt upward, the first snap of his jaws barely grazed the bark on the tree, the next time, he grabbed hold of the branch, close by the snake and locked his jaws on it. Nova heard the branch crack, saw bits of it flying, around then, a big splinter of the wood struck the seal bay stud on the chest and left a cut, but nothing that wouldn't heal. His biggest worry was for Liah, for as the branch had broken, she had gone flying with the branch. When the crocs were gone back into the murky water the hunt began for his pet and their prize. He looked around as he moved cautiously.
"Liah?! You all right?!" He called out and fell silent as he picked his way carefully over the soggy unstable ground, toward the bit of the branch she had clung hard to. :Yesss, I'm fine.: He heard to his left as he shifted and moved a bit more quickly he found the snake, coiled up tight around something on the ground. He moved closer and then, he lowered his facade and allowed the snake to get back to and around his ears, the tooth held carefully in the jaws of the snake. As Nova watched her uncoil, he noted she had some missing scales, but she to would be all right.
"We did it!" He exclaimed as his heart finally slowed down its racing from the spike of adrenaline. :We did. I'm jussst sssurprisssed that the old croc actually took the bait.: The snake hissed around the tooth and they both laughed aloud, then the sabino stud trotted back out from the trees and toward the multi-colored ruby parrot in his tree. Noting that it seemed they were to be the third ones to solve his riddle and succeed as he dropped the tooth with the other two already at the foot of the tree. "Well that was definitely a heart pumping time." He called up to the bird and smiled as he settled into the shade to relax. That was a bit more adventure than Nova had expected, but he wasn't gonna complain. What would the parrot have in store for them next? Nova was ready for it.
Word Count: ~1006 "Speaking" :Liah and Nova Conversing: Listening Notes: @everyone, Here you go! .
The Mirror of the Moon lives within the Sunset and the glowing eyes of the Wolf watch over her Healing Heart.
'A Promise That I Keep, I'll Never Share, I'll Never Speak, To My Grave The Secret Goes. The Beating Heart, The Beating Heart, Of The Mystic Creatures Wandered Far. Through These Veins A Wolfblood Flows. Through These Veins A Wolfblood Flows.' Lisa Knapp, The Opening Theme Song of Wolf Blood.
Mari watched as slowly others arrived as she had know they would. She was surprised when the first after her was a pony, taller than her, but still considered short to the rest of the world. He came straight to her and proclaimed his name Nova. He had strange snake like eyes and she tilted her small white faced head as she gazed it before movement at the stallion withers pulled her gray eyes to that and she spotted a snake curled up between his shoulder blades. She blinked in surprise but before she had a chance to say anything to the pony more equines showed up. More of the giants as she had been expecting, some even of the draft height and build and Mari felt truly dwarfed by them. But also more at her height had wondered in, she gazed at them with wonder. The last time she had seen any of her kind had been her parents and they where now dead and she was alone. The suddenly the bird that had called them here launched skyward and Mari snapped her attention back to the parrot and the reason they where all gathered as such. She watched as he flew and swooped and landed on a few gathered as he seemed to sing the riddle. She tilted her head and listened, feeling at a loss for a moment. She was new here and knew nothing of the kind of lands that peppered the world of Wild Equines. "Get yourself together." She chided herself under her breath. She may be new here, but she wasn't stupid and she she knew this land would most likely hold much the same as from where she had come from so all she had to do was think. There was several key words to the riddle. Wetlands, hiss and snarl, reptilian tongues, Razor sharp, bite and twirl, lived somewhere hot and green.
She thought about the kind of wetlands she knew, then added in the fact of them needing to be hot and green. At first a jungle came to mind but she quickly dropped that idea. A jungle was hot and green indeed but could it be counted as a wetland? Probably not. Swamp? She went over the words again and slowly nodded her head. Yes that had to be it. She knew there was such a spawn here. Called the Forsaken Mire she believed. As Mari thought she saw a few slip off already. She too quickly turned from the gathering and started off in the way the others had gone, and the way towards mire she hoped. As she trotted slowly over the land she thought about the next part of the riddle. At first her mind turned to a snake thinking about the companion that the pony had kept close. But she quickly dropped that idea, snakes could be dangerous but nothing about the riddle really screamed snake at her. No it pointed to something much more sinister. A crocodile of the swamp lands. But the riddle couldn't mean for her to bring the dang bird a while crocodile. Could it? No the riddle had spoken of a dangerous gem. Maybe a scale? She shook her head. The most dangerous a gem a crocodile held where its teeth. So the dang bird must want a tooth from the crocodile. Mari grimaced at the thought but spoke aloud to give herself confidence. "It'll be a piece of cake." She had come to the edge of the mire and came to a stop on the border looking in with concern.
This was no place for someone like her to be. Aside from the fact that of the dangerous animals that lived here the ground itself was a danger to her small form. Sinking mud and hidden pools and pitfalls. She danced in place at the edge of swamp before taking a deep breath and surging forward the lure of gifts and prizes over taking the panic at being in such a dangerous place. Now how was she supposed to even find a tooth from a crocodile. Finding a broken off tooth was her best bet as Mari had no desire to face off with the living beast. She didn't have much confidence she would come out on top of that encounter. But as she ventured deeper into the mire she became less certain she would just find a tooth laying around for the taking, and if there was such a gem it would be dang hard to find in all the mud and water and plant growth.
She came to a stop beside a large pool of muddy water and peered in. How was she supposed to even do this? A tooth was impossible to find and she wasn't sure she wanted to find a crocodile. Suddenly she saw a rippling movement in the water and blinked in surprise as a scaly head rose above the murky water. Well she found her crocodile. He saw the jagged line of teeth crowning the huge maw of the beast. How was she supposed to get a tooth without loss of life or limb? She paced back and forth on the edge on the pool, the eyes of the crocodile tracing her movements. She made sure to stay well back from the edge of the water as she thought. Could she bate the creature to lunge and bite into something of her choosing? Something hard that could catch the teeth and maybe cause the beast to loss a few getting free? Or maybe she could somehow close the jaws of the creature and kick a tooth free? Mari let out a long sigh and stopped her pacing to glare at the crocodile. "I don't suppose you'd just give me a tooth?" She asked the creature and it course didn't answer her.
Mari looked around and spotted a large log near by. It had many thick branches sticking out at odd angles and she thought maybe if she could get the crocodile to lunge and bite the thing a tooth could get broken off. It that didn't work she's have to figure out a different way, trap the thing so she could kick the crap out of the head or something. Well she would think about how to do that if it came to it. Right now she dragged the log over to the edge of the water, setting it so that one end was inside the pool. Then she inched over so her front hooves where also in the water. The crocodile eyed her before fully dipping under the water. Mari tracked the movement of the creature, watching the ripples of water as it came closer. At the last moment she spun and leaped away. She heard a crash behind her and felt the log getting pull under. Again she spun around and with a scream that she thought was pretty might bellowed at the creature. "Oh no you don't!" She reared up and slashed at the retreating snout. Once, twice, three times. The crocodile let go of the log and hissed at her before sinking below the water and vanishing from view.
Mari waited a full minute before creeping forward to look at the log. At first she saw no signs her plan had worked but as she nosed the thing over her heart leapt as she saw the perfect tooth embedded in the wood of the log. "Yes!" She exclaimed and pulled the thing free with her own teeth. Humming a tone to herself Mari turned from the pool and started the trip back to Unclaimed Hearts and the waiting parrot her prize held tightly. When she returned she smiled and set own prize down on the ground before the tree that held the bird. "I got you your tooth bird." She called up to the parrot. Then she turned and saw the pony with the snake laying in some shade near by. Nova she thought she remembered him saying. She sauntered over to him, laying down near by and gave him a wide smile. "That was thrilling." She said in way of greeting. "I'm Mari by the way." She smiled again and settled in to wait for the next task the parrot would have for them all.
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Post by FennecFyre on Jul 28, 2020 19:42:30 GMT -7
She was not the last to arrive. More horses soon came, following the parrot's cacophony. She let her eyes roam curiously from one to the other, but it was clear that the parrot remained the center of attention. Once he had gathered himself a sizeable herd, the strutting bird again repeated his promises of reward and glory, causing the grullo mare to snort. He'd better start explaining it then, if he wanted to keep his audience. Fortunately, he soon stopped his squawking and hopped off the branch, flapping his way among the assembled equines with a riddle, and a challenge to find the object he described. As he returned to his perch in the tree, Aryel set her head to the side in puzzlement. Hissing wetlands and biting rivers? A razor-sharp gem? As she mulled over the riddle, picking apart each phrase for any possible clue it might contain, several ideas came to mind. Somewhere hot and green, but with lots of water. Her thoughts almost immediately went to the place Cassian had called the Forsaken Mire, the first region she had traveled through upon arriving in these lands. Hot and green it had certainly been, though that still left the matter of what "gem" the parrot described. She couldn’t imagine any sort of precious stone being found among the mud and swampwater, until she realized with a start that the bird wasn't talking about an actual gem. Razor-sharp, with tongues flicking over it...a tooth! And what creatures lived in the swamp and hissed? Snakes, of course!
Others seemed to come to the same conclusion, and the grullo mare soon joined the small band of equines galloping back towards the Mire. As they crested a hill, the swamp was laid out before them, and the herd began to disband, each breaking away to search the swamp for their prize. It wasn’t long before Aryel had left the meadows behind her, and was walking under the shadows of the cypress and mangrove trees once more. To tell the truth, she wasn't all that glad to be back in the Mire, with its clouds of swarming, biting insects and muddy ground that cloyed and sucked at her hooves, but at least this time she wasn't trailing a rope to get snagged on everything. As she traveled down a thin trail worn into the dirt, she scanned the underbrush, both searching for a serpent and simultaneously wondering how the hell she could be expected to bring back a fang of one. The simplest solution, she knew, would be to kill one and pull out its fang, but the idea of killing without cause left a bad taste in her mouth, and if she was bitten, well, failing the bird’s challenge would be the least of her worries. With a huff, she stopped and looked out over a stretch of still, muddy water. A log lay half-submerged in the mire, its knobbly surface coated with algae. She shuffled down the muddy banks to give the water a sniff, finding it pungent but not sickly-smelling, so she dipped her muzzle to take a quick drink,
Then the log came alive and lunged at her.
With reflex born of instinct rather than conscious thought, Aryel threw herself to the side, forehooves lifting off the ground as her hindlegs propelled her away. Teeth crashed together scant inches from her side; had she been a heartbeat slower, she would have been caught in those traplike jaws. The mare stomped and snorted as the "log" hissed softly, and backed up towards the murky water it had shot out from. Under the muck coating its body, she realized it was in fact a massive reptilian creature with long, broad jaws, lined with jagged teeth. Having lived her life thus far in landlocked plains, Aryel had never seen a crocodile. Her father's herd never traveled, nor did they socialize with outsiders beyond rare occasions. Her mother's herd was slightly more worldly, but if one of her herdmates had ever mentioned crocodiles in recounting their travels, it was an old foalhood memory lost to time. The closest approximation she had for this creature were the little rock-lizards that scurried across the pebbly ground of the steppes, but those were barely the size of this thing's toe. No wonder this area only saw the occasional horse passing through--what sane equine would live in a place with giant reptiles lurking in the water?!
Yet as she stared at the creature, its jaws still hanging open slightly as it floated in the water, her eyes were drawn to its teeth. Conical and varying in size, they gleamed sharply against the dark water. Realization came to her in a flash.
It wasn't a snake she was looking for, she realized. It was this beast.
Well, she had found the answer to the parrot's riddle, although she had half a mind to pluck its gaudy feathers for sending them after such a dangerous quarry. Now, she needed to figure out how to get a tooth and live to tell the tale. Getting it to bite something seemed like the most obvious solution, but she needed something sturdy enough to not splinter into pieces, something she could have it bite and then pull back.
It wasn't hard to find fallen branches in the mire, although selecting one that looked thick and sturdy enough for her needs took some doing. She eventually settled on one that was closer in form to a small log. As she grabbed it in her teeth, the tastes of mud and swampwater made her grimace, but she hefted it up off the ground and began carrying it back to where she had seen the crocodile, relying on the thick muscles of her neck to keep it steady as she walked. Thankfully, the creature hadn’t moved, though she could tell its beady little eyes were watching her as she worked out her plan. She set down the log and adjusted her bite so she was gripping the end of it, rather than the center. Then she dragged it to the water’s edge, eyeballing the length of the branch compared to the distance between her and the croc. With a grunt of exertion, Aryel reared up, bracing her neck under the branch’s heft, and then came back down again.
The other end of the branch crashed into the water right by the crocodile’s head, if not right on top of it. The beast thrashed in the water, its hissing rapidly growing into a thunderous bellow as it swung its jaws towards the offending object. Unlike a horse, the log made no attempt to evade its bite, and it locked its teeth into the wood. If the other end hadn’t still been clenched between her teeth, Aryel would have grinned. Stubbornly, she dug her hooves into the mud and locked her knees, much like she would have done to sleep while standing up. Come on, you big bastard. Worry it a bit, then let go so we can both be on our merry ways.
Then the crocodile started to roll.
The mare was pulled sharply to the side as the croc gave a violent thrash of its tail and twisted its body, suspended belly-up for a moment before it was coming down again. One tug from the beast had told her that she couldn't hope to match its strength so long as it was in the water. To lock her legs and try to beat it in a game of tug-of-war would have only resulted in her being thrown to the ground at best, and pulled into the water with it at worst. Reluctantly, she let go of the branch and scrambled backwards from the water's edge. The croc rolled the branch a few more times, breaking it in half, but when it realized that there was nothing edible about it, it released it, jaws still agape as it let out an irate hiss. The shattered branch floated half-submerged in the water, slowly drifting with the current. It lay out of her reach, and there was no way she was about to wade through the water in pursuit of it when there was an irritated crocodile not ten feet away. It took more time to find another, smaller branch with a suitable hook-shape to it, and use them to pull and prod the broken pieces of log back towards dry (ish) land. Once she had reclaimed her broken lure, she nosed it over, hoping that her plan had worked. She was not disappointed. There, its yellowed gleam embedded in the woodd, was a single tooth.
Gleefully, Aryel pried the tooth from the waterlogged bark and pouched it in her cheek, taking utmost care not to swallow it entirely. She was glad to leave both the marsh and the crocodile behind as she galloped her way back to the parrot's tree.
Several others had already returned with their trophies. With her tail flagging proudly, Aryel trotted to the pile of teeth, and spat out her collected fang to join them. "This 'prize' better be worth it," she said, looking up to the bird, "because this tooth's former owner sure didn't want to give it up."
Last Edit: Jul 28, 2020 19:43:29 GMT -7 by FennecFyre
Plot with Aryel here! (Open for claiming, but will fight for her freedom)
It became apparent that the parrot's calls had been heard from far more than the group of kids who'd already gathered. Asmodeus was unsure what to think when another few child-sized equines strode up and then Lazmet, who he lived with. The colt flicked his harks back, not wanting to deal with being caught outside the herd slacking off. If he was questioned, he'd just announce that he'd simply infiltrated this group of incredibly short equines and was gathering information. A noisy parrot promising adventure was something to take notice of, right? It wasn't something he saw around before. To his relief, no one really tried to speak with him as more and more gathered. One red dun stallion did seem to speak, but Asmodeus couldn't understand much of what he was saying. Instead, the blood bay colt kept his attention on the parrot. The colorful bird continued to swear adventure would be occurring sometime soon. It claimed to have a riddle and the colt snorted in distaste. He wasn't that great at riddles. Games weren't really something he'd spent a lot of time on. The closest he got was when his father had told him stories, but those didn't involve silly riddles.
A flurry of wings startled Asmodeus and he took a step back, looking up as the bird leapt from the tree. "Adventurers! Seekers! Hear my words! Come one! Come all! Answer my riddle, and receive your prize!" the parrot cried and dove straight towards him. The colt managed to hold his ground, not wanting to balk in front of all these strangers. He hardly expected the bird to just plop down on his head, but sure enough, little parrot talons secured a perch on his crown. "Tell me! Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?" the bird questioned before diving from the colt's head to the withers of another short equine. Asmodeus furrowed his brows, not sure where the bird was going with this. What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? There were many things that hissed and snarl, but it sounded like a specific place. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!" the parrot continued to taunt the crowd with his riddle, even dancing atop the pale mare before moving on. "Swashbuckler, where is your ship? Have patience marauder or I'll give you a snip." the feathery fiend threatened one of the few actual adults gathered and it earned a laugh from Asmodeus. At least he knew better than to try to talk to the strange bird. "Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams." the bird shrieked and flung himself back up into the air as he retreated to the tree. Asmodeus hesitated as he mulled over this part. A razor sharp, dangerous gem with a hissing owner? It had to be some sort of tooth. The bird had said something about reptilian tongues flickering over before. What other sharp thing could a reptile's tongue flick over that belonged to them? A claw, maybe.. but Asmodeus definitely thought it must be a tooth with all the mentions of the river's bite. He straightened up, looking proud of himself as he'd at least figured out that the bird wanted a tooth of some sort. "Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!" the parrot seemed to urge them on, though apparently they would have to search alone... but where to go? Some sort of wetlands, that much had been given to them immediately. Wetlands with rivers that had some sort of reptile that bit. What was that last part? It had to be "hot and green" too, which just made Asmodeus think some sort of gross jungle or swamp. His harks flicked forward from their usual resting place on his skull as he realized he might actually know a place. There was a swamp in the freelands, one that was gross and muddy and nearly impossible to walk through. It had rivers through it and Asmodeus hadn't ever really explored it before. That seemed like the best bet for somewhere hot, green, full of rivers and wet. "Well!? What are you waiting for?" the parrot cried and startled Asmodeus from his thoughts. With a snort, he turned on his haunches and set off towards the place he knew as the Forsaken Mire.
As the colt drew close to the bog, he slowed and eyed the area with suspicion. Apparently there was something here that would hiss, snarl, bite and twirl. A reptile... he tried to think hard on what sort of reptiles he knew. There were obviously snakes and lizards - which could be venomous - and turtles that would snap and bite whole chunks off a leg. He didn't think it would be a turtle, unless maybe a snapping turtle from the river? Those had beaks, not really razor sharp gems. A snake fang maybe, since snakes were famous for hissing. He wasn't too sure how many river snakes were around. Although, given the gross, algae covered pools of water around, he wouldn't be surprised. Asmodeus continued to pick his way through the more packed down areas, staying more in the mud than the water. His mind continued to roam what memories he had of animals as he kept walking, the sweat now covering his sides from the blanket of humidity. His thoughts derailed briefly as he observed the slow moving swamp around him, thinking back to a story his father had told him. When his father was young, he'd explored a very hot swamp which he said was green all over. The trees had green moss hanging, green ferns were all over the mud and the water was green. The mosquitoes were awful and the algae clung to him from whenever he'd swam. His father had recalled seeing a monster lurking beneath the water's surface. It was large and he said it would twirl once it chomped down on something living. The whole thing had seemed ridiculous then, but the colt's eyes widened as he realized the monster from the story sounded an awful lot like something that would be hissing, snarling, biting and twirling in a swamp river. His father had sworn it was real - an "alligator" - he'd called it. Asmodeus stopped fast and flattened his ears, glaring around the swamp surrounding him. Supposedly these things could swallow him whole and if that's what he was hunting, it was not going to be easy.
Blood and gore really didn't concern Asmodeus, growing up where he did. His first instinct was immediately to chase down the first beaver he saw lumbering around and give it a quick end with his hooves. The rodent was gross and fat, but it seemed like it'd serve as bait for some monstrous lizard. Asmodeus carried the beaver by the tail and searched for a nice waterway that might contain a beast. After some time, he managed to come across an actual river that he'd noticed a few fish surfacing to grab a bug or two. A monster would only live where there was fish to eat, so it seemed like a good place. His thoughts immediately turned to how to wrangle a tooth from a beast he'd only heard of. He supposed he could set a trap for the gator. He had the bait so he could try to lure one wherever he wanted. For another moment, the young equine stood and looked around for what he could use. There was damage all around still from the flooding and it only took him a few moments to locate a fallen tree that was resting precariously over another stump. Just a nudge and it would come toppling down, perhaps on top of his new friend. It seemed like a good enough plan. The colt made his way over and plopped his beaver down on the other side of the fallen tree, just away from the water's edge. He moved back a few yards to where the high end of the tree remained propped up, ready to push it over. There, he waited. Then waited some more.
A lot of time seemed to be passing and not a lot of action happening. The blood bay colt grew a little concerned with his plan, deciding he needed more bait. He left briefly to hunt down more rodents or whatever he could find. Another beaver and a squirrel fell prey to his hooves. With his new prizes, he returned to his original site to find a small lizard gnawing on the beaver. "Hey! Get off that!" he sputtered, dropping his new bait. The little reptile turned to stare at him and merely blinked before returning to gnaw some more of the meat off. It wasn't really like anything he'd seen before. It seemed to have armored scales and a strange, stunted looking head. Whatever it was, it was eating his bait. "I told you to-" he began to snarl at the little reptile, though a loud splash and massive hunk of scaled something flung itself out of the water at them. The colt stumbled back and nearly toppled over as the beast lunged for the beaver and much smaller, though slightly different version of itself. Asmodeus's eyes widened as he watched the beast grab hold of the beaver and attempt to drag it back into the water, only pausing as it got caught on a vine. The creature rolled violently and it clicked then for the colt that this had to be that monstrous alligator he'd heard of. He stumbled to the side and slammed into the downed tree, which fell immediately and startled the gator by pinning it. Asmodeus had to act fast, he lunged towards the gator which was now thrashing. He spun around and kicked out his hind legs, hoping he was close enough for his hooves to even connect. He felt the thud and then the brute force of a skull against his leg, tripping him as he tried to get his hooves back under him. The colt fell forward onto his knees, but managed to scramble up in time to avoid the gator's teeth. It snapped and hissed at him before returning its energy to thrashing under the tree. All the movement forced the tree to finally roll more and freed the beast, which spun around towards with water with more speed than Asmodeus could have imagined. He stood there for a moment, utterly dumbfounded by what had just happened. Only the gleam of something pale in the mud caught his attention. Speckles of blood dotted the white bone, but it was very clearly a tooth. "Yes!" he cried and dove for the tooth, grabbing it before the bog could reclaim it beneath the muck. He straightened up, very pleased with himself, only to realize there was still a pair of eyes watching him. The small reptile from before, barely the size of his foreleg, had perched itself atop the newly deceased squirrel. It stared at him, then began to pick at the rodents. Asmodeus snorted and rolled his eyes, ignoring the baby that probably had lured the larger one in anyway. It could have the beaver and squirrel for all he cared, he didn't need it anymore. He began to walk away from the river, eager to get away from the beast, when he heard scuttling in the brush behind him. Asmodeus spun fast, but narrowed his eyes as the only thing he saw was the tiny reptile staring up at him. With another irritated snort, he took a few steps backwards, but the creature only followed him. He glared hard at it for a moment, then turned and began to walk again, deciding that it would give up eventually.
That was not the case.
Each step Asmodeus took through the muck to get back to the field he'd left the parrot in, there was the noise of the small creature struggling to chase over the branches and leaves. It was making him incredibly paranoid, considering he now knew the huge alligators lived in this area. Finally, the colt caved and turned to face the baby. It stood there, watching him. He rolled his eyes and lowered his head to poke at it with his muzzle. The thing didn't even hesitate to crawl up his nose and tangled itself in his forelock. The colt nearly balked, but he kept himself calm and managed to slowly raise his head and get the creature to crawl down towards his back. Once it was settled over his withers, it seemed content to simply lay there and stare. Asmodeus wasn't really sure what to do with it, but he didn't want to waste anymore time. With a snort, he struck out to return to the area where he'd last seen the parrot.
It seemed as though others had been quite a bit faster than him and had already returned by the time he arrived. There was a growing pile of teeth that (to Asmodeus's relief) matched the one he had gathered. The colt spat out his own gathered tooth at the base of the tree into the pile and cast a glance up to the parrot as he moved over towards the side, away from the others gathered. He glanced back to the baby reptile still perched on his back. It hadn't really moved, just seemed to be relaxing now. He still wasn't sure what to do with it, but maybe he could bring it home to eat intruders or something.
Asmodeus Notes: The baby gator he grabbed is a baby Chinese Alligator lmfao
The stallion looked around with his flame colored orbs searching over the others as his muzzle was held tight. His eyes landed upon another, one that looked some what familiar to him but he was some what unsure of it. He wanted to move towards them, but something held him still. A squal and a cackle came from the birds beak, causing his head to jerk in the direction of the bird. "Yes, yes adventures you shall be! I have a riddle for all of thee!" the bird cried out while rustling his feathers. The bird soon lept into the sky and cried out again. "Adventures! Seekers! Hear my words! Come one! Come all! Answer my riddle and a receive your prize!" the parrot shrieked before diving at a small bay splashed equine before landed upon the stag's head.
The bird was sure strange in Lazmet's mind, but he was always up for an adventure. He figured that he would have learned his lesson when he tried to stop the flooding with Kerowyn and failed. The birds cries soon rang out in the air again as he moved to another equine, "Tell me!Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?" he said as he landed on a short pale mare. The bird began to dance for a few moments before he continued to speak. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!" he said before he lept from the pale mare to another tall equine before he told the other. "Swashbuckler, where is your ship? Have patience marauder or I'll give you a snip." the bird told the tall stallion before he continued on. "Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams." He yelled out, before throwing himself into the sky and landing back onto his throne. "Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!" the bird cackled into the sky as he ruffled his feathers.
Lazmet stood there for a moment as he let his brain think over what the riddle was. The stallion watched as the others soon disappeared every which way while he lowered his head to consolation with his companions. He spoke very little to them, before they headed off towards the free lands. He had only been to one place where the reptiles where rather large and hard headed there. Harks flicked as his hooves soon turned from a thud to a loud thunder as he moved along at a fast pace. Upon entering the wetlands, the stallion slowed down his pace. He was not interested in fighting with a full sized gator, so he would have to find a juvenile. The game of play was easy when you had two growing cats at your side. The fight with the juvenile gator was easy as the ambush was done rather quickly without any injuries other than a couple of scratches. The stallion figured he had time, so he took time to have a snack before heading back towards the others.
Blood and mud was splattered upon his body and the bodies of his companions as he moved to return to the bird. The stallion almost dropped the peice of snout that had a handle of teeth within it, blood and saliva dripping out of his muzzle as he walked along. Soon the stallion found himself looking at the others and walked before the bird and dropped it on the ground. "Best I could do." he told the bird with a little bit of a smirk. He could have had one of the cats pull the teeth out of the flesh of the bird, but he was just in a hurry to get back.
Post by R0man Num3ral5 on Jul 29, 2020 22:47:02 GMT -7
The crowd did not seem to care about who spoke unless it was the squawking beast, leaving Torgeirs friendly hello unanswered. Was it because of the excitement the bird promised or his accent or even because he is a stranger to these lands? Torgeir tried not to dwell on it, after all, he had been his own company for some time now and these equines were rather different from where he came from. Large red and white head moved as he eyed the bird as it's squawking began again while it fluttered about before landing on another's head, "Tell me! Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?" It soon bounced off the bays head and onto a cream mares whithers before rattling off again. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!", He cried as he leapt from the mare to a stallion that stood taller than himself. "Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor-sharp. The owner will hiss and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams." The bird shrieked and catapults itself into the sky before landing and nestling itself in the boughs of the trees, "Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!"
Torgeir contemplated what the bird was screeching about. Wetlands, hissing, where this creature lives, danger, reptilian tounges roving over, rivers bite, dangerous gem and razor-sharp. It did take Torgeir some time to figure out that he needed to find a swamp and that the item he is after, is a tooth. The creature, however, took him a little longer to figure out as there is a few reptiles that call the swamp home, though not many of them twirl. He suspected at least a crocodile or something like it is the creature with the tooth he needs. If only the Scottish Clydesdale knew this place was well as the others that seemed to have dashed off before him, clearly knowing where they were going. With a flick of his antlered scalp cover head, Torgeir headed in the same direction as most of the others went, though they all speared off in slightly different directions. Using his training as a child and having to survive on his own which meant travelling a lot, he knew that once the ground became spongy and that air became pungent, humid and hot, that he had reached the swamp.
Nose wrinkled as he sunk into the mud with every step - not enough for him to struggle or become stuck, just enough to be annoying - unhappy that his white feathering that covered his hooves was turning brown and sticky with mud, causing them to stick against him. "Ah juist washed they" he grumbled to himself as he lifted up his front left hoof, inspecting the caked-on mud. Torgeir pressed on, determined to get this trinket the bird called for, looking for anything that was large, scaly and with a big toothy grin. As he stepped closer to the water's edge, a low rumbling hissing growl erupted beside him, causing Torgeir to stumble away in sudden shock, merely missing the Crocodiles snapping jaws. Once regaining his footing, Torgeir spotted the creature, brows furrowing as he scolded the beast, "Wha dae ye think yer!? creeping up oan ithers lik' that 'n' scaring thaim hauf tae death! ye shuid be ashamed o' yersel'." The creature hissed back before sliding back into the murky waters, keeping its gaze on Torgeir as it did. A heavy sigh left Torgeir as he regained his composure then all of a sudden his eyes widened, realising the beast just slid away with the trinket he needed. "Come back 'ere ye yellow-bellied lizard!" Torgeir called out to the muddy swamp, though he knew his call was in vain.
With a snort, the red-dun carefully walked along the edge of the water, green eyes looking for another one of the scaly beasts or at least a skull of one. Not that he was even sure of what he'd do if he did have to get a tooth from a living Crocodile. The Scottish lad didn't want to harm one of the creatures to get what he wanted, but if one tried to attack him again then it would be their fault then if they ended up losing a tooth. Torgeirs mouth opened as a surprised yet happy laugh came from his vocals, bouncing like a young colt toward the skull that laid bleaching in the sun. On closer inspection, a lot of the teeth seemed to be planted firm in the skull, Torgeir gently nudged and was pleasantly surprised to find that one of the teeth must have fallen out, either when the creature died, or recently due to whatever cause. "Aye! ye beauty!" he proclaimed before gingerly picking up the tooth with his own teeth, holding it carefully as to not crush it. Please with his trinket, Torgeir trotted back in the direction in which he has come from.
As Torgeir neared where he last saw everyone gathered, he noticed that everyone that had left before him had also returned, before him. Carefully he weaved through the crowd as he made his way to the already growing pile, grimacing at the snout that someone had put in the pile. Not wanting to get close to the snout, that already stank of rotting flesh, Torgeir dropped the tooth he had collected into the pearly pile. "Thir's th' tooth ye wanted ye silly doo. Whit does a doo need wallies fur anyways?" Geir questioned though knew he probably wasn't going to get an answer. He turned away from the bird as he moved some distance away - though still close enough to see and hear what's going on - to make room for any others that wished to add to the Birds toothy pile.
CharacterTorgeir Words 1011 Comment First Torgeir post, wanted to get something up quickly so I don't miss out :3 Translation 1. I just washed those 2. Who do you think you are?! Creeping up on others like that and scaring them half to death! You should be ashamed of yourself. 3. Come back here you yellow-bellied lizard! 4. Yes! You beauty! 5. There's the tooth you wanted you silly bird. What does a bird need teeth for anyways?
Post by + ebonite + on Jul 30, 2020 0:01:53 GMT -7
Arwen waited then, her gaze flitting from one horse to another, trying to appear calm while she observed her surroundings. None of the equines present uttered a greeting or introduction toward her, which she found rather rude. The giving of names was a sign of mutual respect and helped to establish trust between strangers. Withholding a name either meant you had something to hide or you did not consider the other equine your equal. Arwen breathed outward, trying to flush her frustrations out with her exhale. Perhaps it was different in these lands. She did not know how it could be, but she could not get herself riled up. Especiallly when the adventure hadn't even begun yet! She shifted her weight from side to side and watched more horses join their little group. The vast majority of them were taller than her, including several that towered almost double her height. She felt herself edging just a bit closer to the other short mare in their group. Maybe with a bit of luck, the two of them could work together? She cast a hopeful glance toward the mare, but her staring was cut short when one of the taller horses began to speak, 'guid day a', a'm Torgeir.' Arwen felt herself beaming at the fact that someone else had intruded themselves - or at least that's what it sounded like. The stallion had a thick accent that Arwen was not used to hearing. However, she felt more intrigued by it than anything else. Where had he come from? Was he from around here or was he a stranger to these lands as well?
Another one of the stallions spoke then, another tall one. Arwen resisted the urge to frown at all of these freakishly tall beasts. 'Bloody parrots are always going on about something or another,' the stallion joked. Arwen was intrigued by his words. So this bird was called a parrot? And he'd seen one before? She felt the need to question him further, but she would have to save her curiosity for after the hunt. 'Go on then! Tell us of this adventure' The stallion urged the parrot. The cremello brindle looked expectantly at the parrot and the bird began to dance, 'Yes, yes adventurers you shall be! I have a riddle for all of thee!' With one swift leap, the bird took to the sky, its dazzling colors catching the rays of sunlight. 'Adventurers! Seekers! Hear my words! Come one! Come all! Answer my riddle, and receive your prize!' A riddle? Arwen's brow furled. She was quite good at riddles and word games back home, but that was because she had grown up there. Not only was she familiar with all of the places that she traveled to, she had also been educated on past events. Here, she knew nothing. She had just began exploring. The bird dove on top of a colt's head and continued to bray, 'tell me! Tell me! What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl? Who is it!? Who is it!? Where do they live?' He took to the skies again, this time coming her way and landing on her withers. His feet were rough on her skin, but he was there only seconds before he took off again, singing, 'reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!' His next target was the stallion who'd named him a parrot. 'Swashbuckler, where is your ship? Have patience marauder or I'll give you a snip.' Arwen chuckled a bit, despite herself. What an entertaining creature. Would he be staying after this was over or did he have other riddles to tell? 'Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green. Careful now, I don't want to see any teams.' No teams? Well, there went the idea of working with the fellow short mare. 'Get going, get going dear seekers! Try not to die!' The bird cackled, flying back to his tree.
Arwen quirked a brow, processing what she had just heard. The entire riddle seemed ominous. It was in the wetlands. Something that made the wetlands hiss and snarl. Something that lived in the wetlands, most likely. What wetlands were around here? There had to be several, given how diverse this place was. She tried to think, tried to remember what lands she had passed through already. There was one that she remembered... it was by a mountain. She'd noticed it and gone right past it because it looked unpleasant. She was not a fan of mud or swamp. But that was apparently where the parrot wanted them to go. To the marshland and to a river, which is apparently where the creatures lived. Dangerous ones. Ones that hissed and bit and twirled. She had no idea what he was talking about, really. They had a few other animals live among them back in her old homelands, but nothing with sharp teeth that lived in swampy rivers. She sighed. Well, she would just have to figure it out.
She began her trek out of Unclaimed Hearts, following the line of horses already exiting. It was a bit hard not to have teams when they had all started in the same place and were after the same thing. Perhaps she could also sneakily observe what creatures the other horses were going to find too. This creature had a razor sharp gem. A part of their body, perhaps? A claw or a tooth? Scales, even? She trotted along, her pace brisk as she sorted out her thoughts. She could see the familiar mountain in the background and soon enough, the familiar scent of mud and decay greeted her nostrils unpleasantly. She snorted and made her way into the swamp. She didn't know what the name of this place was, but it was an unnecessary detail right now. Her mission was to somehow pull something off of some deadly creature that could easily kill her. She was beginning to wish she was much bigger now.
Her hooves sunk into the ground as she walked and she had to resist the urge to turn back and go the other way. She was going to complete this task. She wouldn't let some mud get in the way of that. She gave herself a shake and went toward the nearest river. Immediately she saw the creature that she was supposed to fight. Large, scaled, its head poking out of the water, eyes staring unblinking. Arwen's body went rigid, instincts pumping her body full of adrenaline to flee. She ignored them. She crept closer to the shore, but not too close. Her steps were small and determined, her gaze never wavering from the creature staring back at her. Unfortunately for her, it was not the only creature lurking in the water.
It came unexpectedly at her, the splashing of water being the first thing she heard. Adrenaline and instinct took over then and she sprang backwards, barely avoiding the snap of the monster's teeth. She continued to edge backward as the creature crawled out of the water after her, though it seemed slow and clumsy on land. It was a short, stubby thing, covered in dirt-colored scales. It's long row of teeth gleamed at her through the gloom. That had to be the gem that the parrot was talking about. What could be more dangerous than grabbing a tooth right from a monster's mouth? The monster gave up its pursuit quickly and sank back into the water. Arwen was breathing heavily, her heart racing. How the hell was she going to do this? She could not face it head on. It would win easily, especially in its watery domain. She had to bait it somehow. Give it something to bite on that she could grab later to see if it lost a tooth in there. That, or she would have to try to find a dead one somewhere. She was sure they were around, but she didn't know how much time she would have to finish this. What if the last one back got eliminated? The very thought was enough to drive Arwen into action.
She searched the surrounding area and found nothing but sticks. Perhaps a thicker one would do. She walked along the edge of the bank, keeping a mental note of where she'd been. However, her searching was interrupted by the startled cry of another animal. Arwen's head shot up, aimed toward the river. It was a deer. And a very unfortunate one at that. It had wandered too close to the river - or perhaps it had intended to cross it. Now, it was being dragged by one leg toward the river. Arwen did not want to watch, but found herself watching anyway. The deer let out one last pitiful noise before it was dragged under. Whatever happened next was covered up by violent splashing. Arwen shuddered, the tingle running down the entire length of her spine. That would not be her first choice of death. The splashing subsided after a while and the water grew calm again, now covered by a crimson tint. The atmosphere had become sullen. Arwen idly picked up the thickest branch she could find and went back to the scene of the carnage, her mind numbed.
Taking the steps toward the river felt like moving in a dream, her legs on autopilot. The beast charged for her again and snapped at the outreached branch. Arwen held on for a few seconds before she let the branch go slack. She knew she was not strong enough to play a game of tug-of-war with the beast and she had no intention of losing any of her teeth. When the beast realized that it was eating tree and not meat, it let go and slid back into the water. Arwen drew the stick back toward her and found her prize - a tooth still gleaming with blood remnants. The struggle with the deer must have helped to work it loose. Arwen felt a wave of near remorse at the fact that another animal had to give up its life to give her such a prize - but perhaps it had been destined to happen anyway, regardless of whether or not she'd been there to see it. Perhaps in this way, the deer had given something in its final moments. It had helped a total stranger.
Arwen took the journey back then, the branch clutched in her jaws. She wasn't about to put the tooth of that beast in her mouth, especially not when it was covered in blood. The familiar territory of the Unclaimed Hearts rose before her. Most of the other horses had made it back already. Her heart thudded in her chest, but she pressed on. At least she had completed the task. She eyed the pile of teeth in front of the parrot, some new, some old, and one that still had part of the animal's mouth attached. She resisted the urge to retch. She did not want to know how that had happened. She dropped the stick in with the others, rolling it with her hoof so the tooth stuck outward. She glanced up at the parrot, waiting for him to say something next. She had no words to say right now.
timeline first thread with her <3 notes -word vomits everywhere-
Post by The Quiet One on Jul 30, 2020 5:22:50 GMT -7
Only one other appeared after my own arrival, although I found myself paying little attention. A part of me had somewhat hoped that a ivory and obsidian hued beast would make an appearance, however it seemed that I would be left disappointed. When the parrot finally decides to get to the point I listen intently my mind toying with the clues given as they caress my harks. The hot and green reference paired with the reference to wetlands has my mind turning towards the Forsaken Mire. Confident enough in my conclusion I set off subconsciously falling behind other who have come to the same conclusion as I mull over what the item could be. The mention of hissing had my mind turning to a reptile one that was large enough to thrash about given the parrots references to twirling and whirling. A crocodile. The only thing sharp about them was their teeth. The thought has a lightbulb going off my pace picking up slightly in response as the item sought becomes clear. It does not take long until I find myself approaching the marshy terrain my frame coming to a standstill as my orbs sweep over the terrain carefully. There were certainly enough crocodiles to choose from.
With mild interest I observe some of the others attempt to retrieve their own item each individual attempting a different strategy. Some prove to be more elaborate then others. In little mood to show off, or exert myself for that matter, I find myself following the path taken by the bay roan brindle hued male previously dagger cautiously picking their way across te sodden terrain as I keep an eye on the lingering crocodiles within the vicinity. I had no desire to be their next meal. Reaching the location where the brute had previously lingered my gaze is quick to spot the decapitated remains disgust stirring as the decomposing stench fills my nasals from the other remains lingering in the vicinity. Eager to get away my attention turns to the task at hand a sense of satisfaction stirring upon noticing a lone skull lying upon the ground. With sure strides I approach it my crown lowering to properly inspect the remaining teeth left for one that would prove fairly easy to remove. One looked fairy loose but I would need to wedge the skin in between something to get the leverage needed to remove it. A quick glance around has me spotting a tree with a sturdy brank protruding from the main trunk and what seems to be an ideal angle.
With a slight sigh born from mild annoyance the skull is gingerly clasped between my pearls and carried across to the tree spotted. It takes a bit of faffing around and re-arrangement to get the positioning right, but eventually I find a good enough angle to ensure that the skull is tightly wedged within the gap. Satisfied that it will not budge pearls get a good grip on the largest remaining tooth before my cranium jerks back to give it a good hard pull. It loosens but does not come completely free. Another hard tug and the skull gives up its prize. There is little time to feel any form of satisfaction the sound of movement behind me causing my frame to whirl around on the spot just as a hiss fills the air. A split second is all I have to leap to the side out of the way of the jaws of a lunging crocodile. With the tooth still clasped securely between my pearls I make a hasty retreat occasionally having to sidestep out of the way of a threatening reptilian. By the time I return to Unclaimed Hearts the majority of the gathering have already returned and presented their prize to the vibrant hued parrot. Wordlessly I approach the pile of teeth and dump it amongst the others before retreating once again towards the back fo the crowd.
Please do not steal any of my characters, their offspring or their official mates unless you are willing to plot out some way of my character actually being able to get them back. Also don't meta-game/god mode any of my characters without talking to me beforehand.
The draft mare observed her surroundings curiously as more equines gathered to heed the rhymes of the squawking crimson bird. By now she counted eleven others, including a goat, who seemed to accompany one of the equines. Some of the horses were less impressed by the bird’s suspense. "Bloody parrots are always going on about something or another. Go on then! Tell us of this adventure!" Aura’s attention fixed upon the grinning draft stallion who spoke. He appeared unfazed by the speaking bird, which Aura now knew was called a parrot. Initially, the bird appeared so exotic and foreign to her, she imagined it was a rarity. Had the stallion encountered them often? The brute appeared well-traveled and jovial enough. Perhaps he would tell her more of his adventures and knowledge of mischievous, talking birds.
Ink-splattered lobes swiveled towards the winged gatherer as he bellowed another squawk upon his arbor throne, continuing his cheeky riddle. The parrot unfurled his brilliantly colored feathers, gliding down from his perch to jump upon several of the equines and warn the pirate-esque heckler. Bright hazel eyes followed the bird’s unpredictable path, and Aura contemplated the words he spoke.
"What makes the wetlands hiss and snarl?" Immediately the mention of wetlands reminded the spotted femme of the mire she traversed through not long ago; it was the only place in the area she knew of that matched this description. Perhaps this was the location the bird spoke of. Hiss and snarl? Freckled brows raised as she mulled over the bird’s riddle. "Reptilian tongues rove and flicker over me, you'll take a dance with danger and stay awhile. Watch out! Watch out! The rivers bite!" Clearly now, the task at hand was not going to be a simple one. What danger lurked within the mire that the mare did not notice before? Aura’s imagination did not quite limit the possibilities of what she should be looking for. "Find for me this dangerous gem. Razor sharp. The owner will hiss, and bite and twirl. Careful not to get caught up in the whirl! Find where they live, it's hot and green."" Barely before the clever bird finished his shrieks, the mare turned, propelling herself into a smooth canter towards the Forsaken Mire. Aura felt confident now about what she needed to find.
And so she set off, to find the elusive, treacherous, gem-hoarding, tap dancing swamp monster.
It made sense, really. During her last visit, the mare experienced the symphonious music of the amphibious and invertebrate creatures within the mire. Of course there would be a creature who found pleasure dancing and twirling to the sounds. But what gems could the beast have? She knew not, but figured it would become evident when she stumbled upon the creature. The spotted mare quickly noticed that the rest of the equines must have reached the same conclusion. The small crowd headed towards the wetlands in near-unison, all determined to accomplish the identical task separately. How many gems could this jigging swamp monster really have?
The mare felt the ground softening under her feathered hooves as she approached the wetlands, separating away from the rest of the group. She slowed once she reached the start of the treeline into the mire. Large, moss-covered bald cypress trees towered over her, surrounded by small, pneumatophore kingdoms that threatened to trip the mare if she failed to be careful with her footing. She headed slowly into the swamp, towards the edge of the large, winding river. By now she could once again hear the melodious songs of the unseen creatures inhabiting the mire. Scanning her surroundings, Aura found no immediate signs of a large, dancing monster. Perhaps the beast still lurked in the water? Cautiously, Aura approached the stretch of water. The surface looked as still as glass, mirroring the surrounding landscape perfectly. Certainly a dancing creature would cause more movement in the water?
Puzzled, Aura became temporarily distracted by a small deer wandering towards the water’s edge off to her left, ducking carefully over and under thick vines and tangled overgrowth. The animal stopped to cautiously look around, ensuring no predators managed to sneak up behind it. Once it felt safe, the deer lowered its head to the water for a drink. Aura stared at it quietly while mulling over the best direction to continue her search. Within a split second, the water in front of the deer erupted as a massive reptilian beast lunged out towards the doe, jaws open wide to reveal rows of glittering ivory teeth. The deer managed to spin on its haunches, but in its movement, it entangled itself within the vines it managed so delicately to avoid just moments before. The reptile seized its opportunity, hissing as it climbed out of the water to pursue its prey for a short distance and latched on to its meal. Aura watched the morbid scene unfold before her, only meters away. "The owner will hiss and bite.." She muttered to herself, tilting her head sideways in mild confusion as the monstrous animal attempted to pull the deer into the water. "But I thought it was supposed to dance..?" Before she could finish her words, the beast began to violently twirl. In its own spinning rage, it too entangled itself within the thick overgrowth. The creature hissed again as the vines continued to wrap around it and its prey with every spin. Clearly, this was the creature Aura was looking for. And looking at the sharp ivory teeth of the creature, she realized this was the gem she needed. Taking the opportunity at hand, the spotted mare moved closer to the chaos. In the beast’s relentless attempts to maintain a hold of the struggling prey, it must have knocked one of its glittering teeth loose. Laying in a small pool of blood only a few feet away from the twisting beast was a tooth. Quickly, Aura reached down to seize the prize she was after. Just as she grabbed the denticle, the beast noticed her presence. It snapped at her, missing her face by mere inches as it was stopped only by the entanglement. In its movements, the giant lizard managed to spray the mare with blood, staining the white of her front body crimson. Hazel eyes stared into the mottled green, slitted glare of the reptile. Oddly, the mare felt fascinated to be so close to such a dangerous predator. Glancing at the deer--or what was left of it, at least--she realized that very well could have been her. Backing away slowly, Aura turned her back on the carnage, her ears flickering backwards as the sound of the thrashing beast continued behind her. Tooth held between her teeth, the mare trekked her way out of the Forsaken Mire, more cautiously than she had entered now that she knew what lay hidden under the waters. As beautiful as it was, Aura decided it may be best to avoid the place for a little while.
Nearing the initial gathering spot, Aura counted the same number of equines as before they parted. So none fell victim to the jaws of that reptilian beast, at least. And judging by the pile of teeth that lay as an offering in front of the riddling parrot, Aura concluded there were many more of those monstrous beasts than the one she encountered. Despite leaving the mire unscathed, the blood splattering Aura’s front body might’ve implied otherwise to others that first glanced at her. She showed no signs of distress, however; in fact, she appeared perfectly pleasant as she picked her way gracefully through the crowd, gently adding the bloodied tooth she acquired to the pile. "I would not call that a dancing creature." The mare said quietly, her tone thoughtful and informative. She turned, picking her way back through the crowd, and stopped next to a handsome large draft stallion she recalled from earlier, who spoke in a manner she could not quite understand, but seemed friendly enough. Perhaps he was a newcomer to these lands like she was. Offering the stranger a small smile upon her bloodied face, she then directed her attention back to the bird, awaiting whatever other morbid assignment he may have.
Aura's thoughts "Aura's words" "Others' words"
tags: All! Small interaction with R0man Num3ral5 | word count: ~1380 | notes: ~word vomit~
Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jul 31, 2020 15:19:45 GMT -7
...The First Hunt Sleeps
All the participants have retrieved the items! The next hunt will take place in the Forsaken Mire.
The parrot peers with glee at the participants beneath his tree. The pirate has indulged him with playful banter. "Not much of a sailor then with your feet bone dry. Not a devil, not I. Though I may be red, that is a far cry." He retorts when the pirate calls out that he is a little devil. The humor is not absent from the Parrot's words. Red feathers ruffle in anticipation as the seekers set off to gather the teeth of the ferocious creature. He promised them adventure, and he delivered. The first to return is the horse with the black goat. It is clear to see they have flirted with danger. He remains quiet as he waits for his adventurers to return. The parrot stares wisely at the goat. The pirate is next to return with the tooth. Red feathers stir with a breeze blowing through. He leaps into the sky and circles the head of the pirate once more, then he hovers over the first adventurer. "Clever he seems, you make a good team."
He shrieks and returns to his wood-woven throne. The third to return is the one with a snake companion. The bird hops with excitement at the slow growing pile of teeth. Next was a mare who presented him with the tooth somewhat disdainfully. "Why thank you, horse!" He shrieks and guffaws with glee. Another adventurer was close on her heels. They claimed the prize should be worth the effort. "What's this!? What adventurer are thee? Adventure is danger! Adventure is free! The worth of the gift is up to you seeker, not I. I am here to give you a prize!" He proclaims while feigning indignation.
Next comes the colt, and he is not alone. The parrot hops up with a look of bemusement. He soars toward the colt, and circles his head. "What's this? What's this? Have you found a new friend?" He cackles in rhyme once more. His steady wings carry him back to the branches. Another young equine approaches, this time it is the leopard like equine. He drops a bloodied mass among the pile. The parrot is silent for a few moments until the youth proclaims it was the best he could do. "The best? You're having a better day than that poor fellow! Next time! Next time! Be a tad more mellow!" He shrieks in response to the leopard coated equine.
Next is the man who speaks in foreign tongues. The red feathered bird peers at him carefully as he approaches. He asks what the parrot needs these teeth for, or so he assumes. "Ah ha! A scholar my adventurer be! With these teeth, oh no, I can't say. A magician never gives his secrets away!" He guffaws to the strange, towering man. He is no magician, but he can at least pretend. The next to arrive is the small pale mare. She does not speak, nor does he. He simply nods his approval to the small dame.
Another mare is quick to follow, and she is just as quiet as the previous mare. The parrot watches her approach with glee. He now awaits his final seeker. She does not disappoint him, nor with her words. He claims there was no dancing. "What's this!? "What's this!? No dancing you say? Do they not move through the water, sashay and sway? I'll bet, I'll bet they gave you a twirl. Tell me, tell me is that not dancing in a kind of morbid way? Ah, but adventurer, I claimed that danger would offer you a dance. Did he not? What a poor partner you say." He shrieks and leaps into the sky.
"Be careful! Be careful! Better keep me in your eye! Best no to lose me as I fly by! Did you think you would be done with the Mire today? Oh no! Not done! Adventurers come fly!"
The following characters have won their prizes: (list can be found here)