Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jul 31, 2020 15:44:29 GMT -7
Scavenger Hunt 2 !
The second hunt is upon us...
Welcome to the second WE IC scavenger hunt! In order to participate in this hunt, you must respond to THIS thread with an IC post of the same character you are entered into the first scavenger hunt which can be found here. If you did not participate in the first hunt, you may still sign up for this hunt but you can only choose one character of yours to win the prizes. You will have 4 days this time 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 August 4th by 11:59PM CDT/CST.
The winds hum and sway as the parrot flies away. All his adventurers would put Unclaimed Hearts behind them. They would be forced back into the fray. The parrot was clever, he wasn't going to let their adventures end so fast. "Adventurers! Seekers! A new hunt begins! I promise you splendor!" He shrieks as he flies over the lands once more. His little party need not be the only ones involved in his adventures. "All souls welcome! Come feast upon danger! Compete with your friends!" He cries as he arrives in the Forsaken Mire. He makes sure he flies somewhere within view of the waters with signs of tampering. He makes sure to arrive where his seekers have been.
"Come adventurers! Come friends! Dance with danger! Possibly meet your end!?" He guffaws as he nestles himself among the low hanging vines of the massive trees.
You have 4 days to reply to this post to enter the hunt.
Even though the colt had set out with no intention of doing real work right away, he had found himself quickly swept up by some insane parrot's game. It'd stirred him from his nap and called him forth to go adventuring. Unable to resist the bait, Asmodeus had trailed after the parrot, figured out his riddle and nearly lost a leg to a monstrous beast. Now, he had a much smaller - dare he say it - cuter version that sat across his back. When the bird had commented that he'd made a new friend, Asmodeus had merely smirked in response. He had no plans for his new little friend, but he was sure he could come up with something. Between the two of them, a single bite could be lethal. Well, once the baby gator was older. Asmodeus was still the owner of a particularly nasty bite that could spread disease.
Before the blood bay colt could gather his thoughts and demand more of a prize from the parrot, the colorful bird leapt from the tree and cried something about them not being done with the Forsaken Mire yet. He had snorted loudly in response, but quickly charged after the parrot as he flew from Unclaimed Hearts back towards the Forsaken Mire. Asmodeus had to slow several times to ensure his new, bitey friend was still on. The little reptile had managed to tangle itself up in the locks of his mane closest to his withers, so things seemed alright. Overhead, he could still hear the parrot calling out promises of adventure and splendor. This time, the bird managed to include the danger aspect. He wondered if he'd be needing to wrestle anymore gators. The first one had been scary enough.
It wasn't too hard to keep track of the parrot as it flew. Between the bright colors and the loud shrieks, Asmodeus was able to locate it nestled among some vines. Again, the colt came to a halt beneath the tree where the bird rested. He huffed and puffed a bit, trying to catch his breath after running around for the third time that day. With a snort, he glanced around and tried to take notice if there were any of those beasts in the waters they were near this time. Asmodeus was glad he'd already been here once now, as the muck around his hooves did not bother him as much as it did before. What did concern him was what sort of mission he'd be sent on now. With a skeptical eye, he looked over the bird perched above his head. "You'll warn about the danger now, but not before you sent us after those monsters the first time?" he called up to the bird, more amused than irritated. He would see just how dangerous this next "adventure" would be. It definitely beat his usual surveillance .
Asmodeus Notes: Reference here. 1.6-1.8 years old, 14 hands, biohazard symbol right shoulder, baby Chinese alligator on back
It seemed only appropriate, Aura mused, that the mischievous riddling bird would send her and the others back to the dangerous mire she decided was best to take a break from. An amused smirk stretched upon her soft, velvet muzzle as the crimson bird leapt from his wooden perch, brilliant feathers splayed, and flew in the exact direction she came from only moments before. True, the bird’s first task almost caused her to lose her face to a giant reptilian creature, but she could not resist continuing his peculiar and exciting quests. And so she set off, cantering after the squawking parrot in a familiar direction. From above, Aura heard him calling out his enticing words for all to hear. "Adventurers! Seekers! A new hunt begins! I promise you splendor!" With a toss of her spotted head, still decorated with the dried blood of an unfortunate deer, the mare’s ivory forelock revealed her bright hazel eyes, which traced after the bird in front of her. The mare quietly wondered how many of the other equines would be willing to continue with the birds dangerous requests.
Large draft hooves traversed rhythmically over the quickly softening ground, indenting the earth and adding fresh mud over what had already dried on Aura’s extensive feathering. Pastel pink nares widened at the spotted mare deepened her breaths, attempting to adjust to the increased effort it took to move her heavying limbs. Ahead of her, a blood bay colt she recalled from the previous group chased after the scarlet bird, clearly interested in continuing to complete further tasks for more rewards. And listening to the bird’s continued shrieks, Aura was confident the new task would be just as dangerous as the last.
The bird was easy enough to follow as his bright red plumage starkly contrasted the blue, open sky. He quickly approached the thickening tree line of the swamp, slowing as he finally descended upon his next throne of choice. Small talons gripped one of the low hanging vines which laced between the towering trees. Relieved the chase was over for now, Aura slowed to a trot, carefully maneuvering her way across the unstable ground. She halted a short distance away from the parrot, looking up at him with curiosity. "I hope you have thoroughly ensured that you rest only among vines and not serpents, little bird." She called up to the psittacine. She watched the loud avian in amusement, quietly watching for other equines that would inevitably join in on the adventurous tasks.
After having brought back his tooth for the bird, Nova had gone ahead and settled beneath a tree to relax a little, when the little pony he had seen upon first arriving came over and spoke to him, saying it was a great time and introducing herself as Mari. They were chatting while others returned with their own prizes for the bird and then, the squawking of the bird resumed calling for a new adventure for them to embark upon. Quickly, Liah settled herself back in by entangling into his mane and then, giving Mari a smile he darted after the bird once more, his heart racing once more. This was quite intriguing.
Tossing his skull, the pony mutt stud enjoyed the feeling of the wind passing by him. :Perhapsss thisss wasss a bad place to sssettle.: The snake teased and made Nova laugh aloud before pausing a moment. "Would you like to find a new place?" He teased back and got a small bite from the Garter snake. :No, jussst give me a couple minutesss to readjussst.: He laughed again and then, felt the snake slithering about before she stopped once again and he then reared and was off once again, he'd lost sight of the bird, but then, a flash of crimson put him back on the right path.
Racing after the bird became difficult then, they were back in the Mire and he had to slow to a careful walk, making sure he only stepped where the ground was stable and he walked carefully along the ground. When the bird landed, it was where they had faced their first adventure. The place was still disturbed from all of the challenges that had gone down. There would be no relaxing here. As he stood beneath the tree where the bird was nestled, he kept a wary eye on the murky water, who knew where the monstrous lizards were at the moment.
Curious what the bird would assign to them this time, the stud stood wary and awaited the next adventure to be sent out upon.
Word Count: 347 "Speaking" :Liah and Nova Conversing: Listening Notes: @all adventurers lol!!
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.
She had been hoping to put the swamp behind her for a while, especially after nearly becoming a crocodile's dinner. Cassian's assertion that the Mire had a beauty of its own wasn't wrong, but she had had quite enough of it for one day. The blasted parrot was still screeching out his call for adventurers, though, and in spite of her weariness, curiosity had compelled the mare to follow him as he took flight once more, although she had grumbled the whole way back.
Soon enough, the cypress trees surrounded them again, and the ground was soft underneath her hooves once more. She would be picking clumps of mud out of her fetlocks for hours after this, she thought with a huff, although it certainly could have been worse. One of the other "adventurers" assembled was a heavyset draft mare with a spotted silvery-white coat, hooves nearly obscured by feathering. She couldn't imagine the kind of time a pelt like that took to clean.
As the equines gathered about the parrot's new roost, she noticed that the yearling colt had a hitchhiker now--a much smaller version of the same beasts they had just gone up against. She gave the baby crocodile a curious glance, then the colt, but he couldn't have possibly been oblivious to its presence. With a slight roll of her shoulders, she turned away to look back to the parrot. Hey, if he wanted to try and train up one of those overgrown lizards, it was his hide on the line.
Plot with Aryel here! (Open for claiming, but will fight for her freedom)
Mari had watched as the dang bird flew about and taunted them each in turn as the teeth where brought froth. When the last of the group had returned she was excited to find out what the prize was going to be. Only for the bird to fly off crying that he would meet them all again, back in the Foreskin Mire. Mari let out a long low growl at the beast, why couldn't he have meet them there, instead of having them travel back and forth. She let out a tired sigh and stood to follow Nova, whom she had been enjoying talking to under the shadow of the trees. As she made it back to mire she heard the voice of the parrot again, "Come adventurers! Come friends! Dance with danger! Possibly meet your end!?" Well now he spoke of dangers? She snorted though even if she had know before she probably would have still done the task. The bird was sitting in a cluster of vines and it obliviously looked as if this area had recently been disturbed. Maybe from one of the others in getting the tooth? She shook her head and smiled at Nova who had gotten here before her but her gray eyes quickly went back to the bird. A thought came to her and she carefully came closer to the birds perch.
"Hey feather face." She called up to him. "If you're going to be sending us back into danger do we at least get to know what to call you?" She snorted and waited to see if maybe the bird would dane to answer the question. She had seen him talk and interact with some of the others so she supposed he could answer her, but she had no idea if he would.
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The spotted temptress cast her attention to the larger stag as he mentioned the injury to her goat. Black Phillip eyed him curiously as well, his breath staggered lightly from the exertion. Aye, sir. I intend to do as such. she smiled, dipping her atlas politely before returning her attention to the horned beast. The wound was deep and jagged yet clean enough, the claret that oozed had already began to coagulate and solidify, dark rubies clinging to the dense black fur of the goat. Phillip shivered as she pulled her touch away from him, eyeing the other members of the clan as they began to arrive, tossing their prizes at the bottom of the timber the bird nestled in. Thomasin turned to the red eyed gaze of her companion before smirking, taking a few easy strides towards the being that had spoken to her. Easily she fell into step beside him, his brawny mass towered her by a few hands yet she remained composed nonetheless. The depths of her honey hued attention rolled over him sideways before she settled in with a hind dagger resting on it’s tip. Wouldst thou suppose it is normal for all feathered rats to spit such drivel or…? she nodded her feminine atlas towards the claret stained bird with a wry smile.
In time, other equines arrived and dispensed their tooth to the bird, yet that was not enough to satisfy the desires of the creature. Once more, he was airborne, feathers flying from his wings as the excitement seemed to consume him. Thoamsin turned to the stallion beside her and stepped forward from him, turning her countance over her shoulder. Art thou coming? she mused, a small smile curling her lips as she moved forwards, the horned goat blowing hard through his nostrils as he cast a wary glance to the stallion. Easily, her gait extended into a gentle duo beat, her nape arched as she moved in line with those that had already made head way towards the new location. The path was well worn and Thomasin could feel the familiarity of the lands as the terra changed below her knives. Black Phillip remained close, his attention on the bird as it soon settled into a tree over the upset waters. The lands were marred with signs of struggle, pools of blood, cut up turf and the occasional dead lizard beached upon the mire. Thomasin remained unphased, coming to a halt behind the gathering adventurers, a wary eye kept on the water’s edge. Shaking her crown, the young princess awaited further instruction, unwittingly scouring the gathering equines for her recent companion, one of whom she hadn’t garnered his name.
Post by fleabittengay on Aug 3, 2020 4:55:49 GMT -7
It would seem he had captured the attention of the pretty mare and her goat. A lazy grin spread across his maw as she addressed his comment about her wounded companion. Aye, sir. I intend to do as such. Her speech was accented. Sparrow was fond of it. It made him miss home, where he'd met various equines on his previous adventures. He had freed slaves - quite the opposite of what a "pirate" was supposed to do - and he had fought numerous battles. He and his crew had been close. But they had also been wanderers. Lovers of the sea, however, they always returned to the coast. The beach had been their home. It had been their safe place. Until it wasn't. Until anger and jealousy and corruption forced them to flee. Sparrow did not know if any of his friends had made it to shore. He himself had very nearly drowned. He would have been lost forever at sea had he not washed up onto the shores of Wild Equines. He was lucky to have made it here. He could only hope that he would one day find a place to call home again. "Wouldn't want the wound to fester," he noted casually, giving a flick of his short but thick black tail.
And then the lovely woman was walking toward him, and the stallion's grin grew wider, his brow quirking as he watched her make her way over to him. She was shorter than him. Smaller. But he didn't mind that, and it didn't seem like she minded the height difference, either. Wouldst thou suppose it is normal for all feathered rats to spit such drivel or…? The drafty beast looked at the parrot and gave a snort. "Aye, every parrot I've met as always been quite feisty," he said with a laugh. And then, suddenly, the blasted parrot was rushing off in a flurry of feathers, declaring more promises of adventure. Well... Sparrow had no other plans today. Might as well continue to follow the parrot.
Art thou coming? The mare asked him and the pirate chuckled, giving a nod before he pushed himself into a trot to follow after the elegant maiden and her goat friend. And wouldn't you know it, they ended up back in The Forsaken Mire! Sparrow let out a great, big belly laugh at the irony of it as he and the other horse approached the growing crowd, all of which he recognized from the previous gathering. "Oy! Birdy!" he called out as he came to a halt amongst the crowd. "You dancing with any danger, or just making us do all of the work?" he teased, no malice in his words. He just enjoyed a good banter - even if it was with a bloody parrot.
[Tagged: Scavenger Squad] [Words: 467] [Notes: Special mention for avversaria ] [Timeline: 5 years 1 month, summertime]
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Blinking, a bit dazed, Fadheela frowned. This was not the first time she had lost track of time and found herself who knew where with no idea how she had gotten there. Or why she was there. Or what had happened in between that last moment of awareness and the present. Was it just her imagination or was there traces of blood upon chestnut limbs that had begun fading to gray? And was that the taste of blood in her mouth? Nervously, the two-year-old damsel peered around, trying to take stock of her surroundings in the hopes of figuring out where it was she had ended up. Unfortunately, nothing looked at all familiar. The smell was... unpleasant. Wrinkling her muzzle, Fadheela could not imagine what it was that might have drawn her to this place. She was certain that it was not even remotely akin to her first choice of location to be hanging out and making new friends. Not that she did much of that. She was too busy looking out for her brother to have the free time to be making friends. Aside from these times where she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten here. Or how much time had passed.
'Please be okay, Dev,' she could not help but whisper, but any further contemplation on the matter of her brother and whether he was safe or not was interrupted by some feathered creature's screeching about adventures, new hunt, splendor, danger... and such-like. And swift upon the bird's tail, it seemed, was a bevy of individuals who appeared to be following. Seeking this adventure and splendor the bird spoke of? What was going on? Despite her anxiety over what had preceded, how it was she had gotten to this place and what might have happened or where she was... Fadheela found herself curious about the parrot's rantings. Whatever was going on, it had to mean something, right? A bunch of equines would not just be following a bird at random without reason... would they? Truth be told, she could not say that she had done enough in the way of socializing to even be certain as to what was normal and what was not. Which was probably why she was simply standing there peering curiously at the collection of equines, rather than approaching anyone to seek answers or offering an introduction of her own.
Character;; Fadheela Tagged;; Scavenger hunt participants Notes;; Hopefully this made sense... Timeline;; She is 2 yrs old.
Post by + ebonite + on Aug 3, 2020 22:04:45 GMT -7
With the way the first hunt had gone, Arwen had half a mind to abandon this quest and find something else to do. The cry the deer had made as it was being dragged to its death echoed in her mind, over and over, taunting her. The parrot had been silent to her when she presented the "gem" to him, just as she was silent to him. Now, he summoned them forth on a new quest - back to where they had just come from. Arwen frowned, her brow furrowed. Her displeasure was clear on her face as she traveled with her companions back to The Forsaken Mire. It had the perfect name, in her opinion. Despite her displeasure, she found herself following the parrot. Her curiosity was still piqued. For what the bird was having them do, he better have a damn good prize at the end of all of this. If he didn't, Arwen would hurl profanities - something a lady like her didn't do very often. From the look of the crowd, she didn't think she'd be alone in it, either.
The rest of the horses clustered around the bird, just as before. Arwen did not bother with conversation this time. These horses were focused solely on the quest and so too would she. Maybe after this was all over she could find some time to make some friends out of this. The parrot settled himself on some vines. Arwen peered up at him, her expression still displeased, though she was ready to listen nonetheless. Several of the horses threw quips at the bird, one asking for his name, the other asking if the parrot was facing any danger or if it was just them. Arwen snorted in response and waited for the parrot to speak his next riddle. What dangers would they be facing this time? More dangerous predators? Dangerous terrain? Maybe even finding an actual gemstone?
Post by The Quiet One on Aug 4, 2020 4:53:21 GMT -7
It was a good job that I hadn’t been expecting this treasure hunt to be ending with the delivery of the crocodile tooth. The parrot was clearly insane to some degree. What was mildly annoying however was the fact that the blasted thing wanted us to go back to the reptilian infested swamp. What was the point of making us trek there and back only to have to return the blasted place again? For a moment I was tempted to be done with it however I had enough stubbornness left from my younger days to decide otherwise upon seeing others in the crowd slowly make their way towards the Forsaken mire again. With a slight sigh I follow suit content to trail behind the rest of the pack. I wasn’t in too much of a hurry after all, especially with how undesirable the place was given the smell and bogy terrain. It wasn’t difficult to keep up with the bird or keep him within my sight for that matter. Even if I couldn’t see him I would have certainly been able to hear him with the amount of shrieking he was doing. Did he ever shut up? Probably not. Hopefully after all of this I wouldn’t have to hear him ever again.
Arriving at the Forsaken Mire I can’t help but curl a lip in mild disgust but the accompanying sound that itches to slip free remains trapped firmly within my vocal box. Wordlessly I take my place towards the back once again the lack of desire to interact with the others making me perfectly happy not to draw too much attention to myself. It seems that some of the others have a similar idea. There’s a brief moment of curiosity when my orbs detect that the colt has made a new friend but the observation is quickly discarded. Instead my focus returns to the parrot a sense of impatience creeping in as I await the next clue. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer.
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 Aug 4, 2020 16:54:49 GMT -7
It has seemed that slowly and quietly, Torgeir was making some sort of friendly impression on some of the other equines that have joined this hunt. After dropping her tooth off for the bird, the spotted gypsy damsel had come to stand beside him, grinning at him with a bloodied maw. It was only polite to smile back, she seemed like a nice lass, though seeing the blood that is splattered against her pelt, Torgeir couldn't help feel some concern as to if she was injured. The red stag wasn't given much time to dwell on it, however, as the squawking beast began spouting it usual nonsense about adventure, but this time it at least mentioned danger. The mention of danger would have been helpful the first time, at least then Torgeir could have at least known he was going to run into beasts that may want to eat him. Hearing they weren't done with the Mire had the Clydesdale gent frowning, not looking forward to going back where it was muddy, stank to the high heavens, and was filled with the very creature whose tooth he had to collect. As the others began to leave, Torgeir followed the spotted lass, not too closely, as he headed back to the Mire.
Nose wrinkled as the familiar scent assaulted his nares, frowning once more as he looked up at the parrot as it nestled itself on some low hanging vines. Torgeir had the urge to reach up and shake the vine the bird sat on, just to make it a little uncomfortable for putting them through this for its own pleasure. He didn't though, Torgeir is, after all, a gentle giant and a gentleman. The gathering was quite large as it was before, but this time it seemed they had a new equine joining the hunt or just a bewildered mare that may be confused as to why so many equines are chasing a bird. The thought had a quiet laugh vibrate his throat as he came up beside the Gypsy mare, offering her a polite smile, hoping he wasn't making her uncomfortable by picking her as his companion during the downtime of the hunt.
CharacterTorgeir Words 364 Comment I am FREEZING!!! Why did I leave to post this till the morning ;-; Translation
[b]Location:[/b] which land can you find the item in? [b]Item:[/b] What is the item in question?
Pronunciation of Firairi: Fee ray ree
The parrot ruffles his feathers as the adventurers begin to gather, and there is a new face among the crowd...
There are familiar faces that appear before the parrot once more. The pirate, the mare with the goat, and even the colt with a small alligator in tow. Among the crowd of familiar faces, he spots one that is new, the equine does not speak to him as they join the gathering crowd. One mare calls out a demand for his name, he cackles in response. He is firstly surprised that anyone asked, but more surprised by the fact that nobody asked until the second hunt. They threw themselves into the danger and adventure without knowing anything about him. The first to join him in the clearing grumbled about him not warning of danger before. "Well, perhaps... perhaps you should not listen to everything you hear. You trusted me, and ran off and could have lost an ear! Yet here is the second adventure, and you only now thought to ask my moniker. How crass." He scolds the crowd with his good-natured humor.
The pirate joins in making demands, and asks if he will join in the danger. "Oh yes dear pirate! Of course! Of course! After I give you my name of course... I am Firairi, the call me of sorts. The jeers and jabs you throw have not been the worst thus far. Now you! Now you! All you must share, your names with me! Go on! Throw air." He shrieks with excitement. He leaps into the air, having heard the warning that he should hope no serpents clamber down the vine. He dives and circles the head of the leopard spotted draft mare. "I have quick eyes, harbinger. What's this, a sour of adventurer? Careful you don't spoil the whole bunch." He cackles as he flies back to the vine.
"Enough play, it is time to begin. Remember, remember now make no friends! You'll find the next item in a rather large pool. Inside you'll find something smooth and weathered, not unlike a pearl. There is no shell with which to hide, only deep waters where mares and foals confide." He spins for them a riddle that is more coherent than the last. "Give me your answer, and will join you adventurers on your hunt."
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Aug 10, 2020 10:13:16 GMT -7
Second Hunt !
The second hunt is afoot
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: Iosis Lake. The correct item was: A smooth rock/stone.
The parrot studies them as they contemplate his riddle. He smiles to himself as he hops quietly from his vine deeper into the mire. He continues these movements until he can no longer see each of his seekers. Still, he climbs higher and higher to ensure he will not be detected. After he reaches the tops of the trees, he takes flight high above the world of the equines. The parrot flies to his destination without a word spoken to anyone. If he is to participate and keep his promise, he must not let them learn the answer by leading them to it. The parrot arrives, and is pleased to see no familiar faces gathered at the lake. He dives, and dives, and dives until he is submerged beneath the cool, clear waters of the lake. When he emerges from beneath the waves, he holds in his beak a smooth, round stone from the sandy lake bottom.
He flies out from the water and nestles himself atop the trees nearby, his stone is dropped at the base of his tree. Firairi preens himself atop his new throne as he awaits his hunters to retrieve their item.
Watching the crowd gather for the mischievous crimson bird’s next presumably high-risk task, it was at this point that Aura noticed the Clydesdale stallion also decided to continue with the adventure. She was quietly pleased that he had; she hoped she would have the opportunity to learn more of his origin and unusual attire. Delicate speckled ears harkened towards him as he approached, a soft, deep chuckle escaping from him--whether from an internal thought or an unheard joke, she was not certain. He offered her a polite smile, stopping next to her. The spotted mare gazed curiously at the draft stallion, hazel eyes now taking a moment to observe him while they awaited the parrot’s next riddle. He was adorned in several pieces of jewelry, nothing like she had ever seen before. Around his waist and front leg she saw unusual wrappings, the one on his leg appearing to hold a massive tooth. What creature could that have come from? Had he acquired it on his own? Perhaps then he had no troubles with their first quest. Connected to his waist wrappings hung a small wolf pelt. Finally, Aura met the green eyes of the stallion, his face partially masked by the skull of a deer. She was quite enthralled by the appearance of this stallion—where had he come from, and what life experiences led him to earning such unusual attire?
”Is hunting other creatures a frequent pastime of yours?" the mare asked, head tilted slightly, motioning her soft nares in the direction of the brute’s attire. Her tone was simply curious, with one spotted ear perked towards the sooty red dun brute and the other swiveled carefully to the side to listen for any more shrieks from the parrot. Sure, the stallion seemed polite and friendly enough, though the mare could not deny that an equine adorned with miscellaneous animal anatomy had potential to be violent. Yet she showed no signs of apprehension nor discomfort towards the stranger, only a genuine interest in the stallion’s response.
By now, the rest of the crowd had gathered for the next adventure. Aura noted the same equines as before, including a newcomer. Several of them continued to banter with the mischievous bird, including a short overo mare who asked the bird for his name, and the pirate stag who inquired if the avian would be accompanying the group this time. From atop his perch, the parrot acknowledged the marauder draft stag and the rest of the crowd: "Oh yes dear pirate! Of course! Of course! After I give you my name of course... I am Firairi, the call me of sorts. The jeers and jabs you throw have not been the worst thus far. Now you! Now you! All you must share, your names with me! Go on! Throw air." With a shriek, Firairi dived from his hazardous perch to circle the ink-spotted mare’s head upon hearing her concerns. "I have quick eyes, harbinger. What's this, a sour of adventurer? Careful you don't spoil the whole bunch."
”On the contrary," She called her disagreement up to the cackling bird amusedly as he returned to the vine, smirking and raising an invisible brow. ”Merely a concerned one. After all, what adventures could be had if we lose our mischievous conductor?" After a brief moment, she spoke once more to the bird, humoring his wishes to know her name. ”Aura." The hint of a smirk on her lips, she turned her feminine head to gaze briefly at the Clydesdale stallion next to her after she spoke, a subtle implication that the information was also for him to have. Turning her attention back to the scarlet bird, she listened intently to the psittacine’s next riddle.
"Enough play, it is time to begin. Remember, remember now make no friends! You'll find the next item in a rather large pool. Inside you'll find something smooth and weathered, not unlike a pearl. There is no shell with which to hide, only deep waters where mares and foals confide." A rather straightforward riddle, with seemingly no danger, despite the fact that the parrot finally warned them of danger this time around. Perhaps the parrot decided he would take it easier on the adventurers after nearly killing them with his previous task. The mare’s freckled head tilted slightly to the side, light hazel eyes flickering off in thought. Perhaps the avian spoke of an item from the Crystal Pools? She recalled no noticeably large pool during her visit to the canyon, though several of them were lined with smooth, clear crystal. Then again, Aura did not see many mares with their foals in the hot springs either. She did, however, see several mares with their little ones splashing along the shores of a rather massive pool while passing through a nearby forest, close to the mountain range. The draft mare decided this would be her best option.
”No friends," The spotted femme mused aloud, a hint of light-hearted disappointment in her words. Eyes of light honey, greens, and blues glancing back over her shoulder at the draft stallion next to her as she turned towards her next destination. ”A pity. I wish you success.” Though Aura was perfectly fine with independent travel, she admitted it would at least be nice to continue a conversation, particularly when they would be traveling to the same destination anyways. Yet the crimson bird decided to follow them this time, and the last thing she wanted was for the fiery bird to accuse her of cheating. Flicking her thick, silvery white tail, the mare set off into a fluid, airy trot in the direction she last remembered seeing the large pool she believed the parrot alluded to. The soft, muddy ground beneath her slowly began firming as she exited the mire, transitioning to lush, tall grass mixed with the occasional patching of soft, pastel wildflowers. Directly ahead of her, she could see the peaks of the distant mountain range, nestled behind a stretch of forest. Between the forest and mountains, Aura was nearly certain she would find the large body of water, and within it, the item Firairi desired. Thick meadow grass transitioned to a shorter, mossy bedding as the light draft mare maneuvered her way through the dense pine forest. Aura breathed in the pleasant wooded air, once more wishing she had the time to stop and enjoy her surroundings.
Finally--and quite suddenly--the towering trees cleared to reveal the lake, drawing Aura to a halt. For a moment, she stood still, taking in her surroundings. It was nearly magical, Aura thought, how she could experience such drastically different, beautiful landscapes in such a short period of time. The diversity within this new land fascinated the mare, and her wanderlust urged her to continue exploring as much of Wild Equines as she could. Until then, she would participate in this unusual bird’s equally bizarre requests.
Aura picked her way to the shore of the water, accompanied by the sound of large pebbles shifting under her large hooves. As she continued along, she noticed the smooth, colorful stones made up much of the shore. Stopping at the water’s edge, Aura found sure enough that the bottom of the clear lake was lined with thousands of the smooth rocks, ranging in size from tiny pebbles to rocks nearly the size of her hooves. Scanning the bottom, she gathered that Firairi desired one of these stones for the second task. After all, they were all uniformly smooth, subdued by the powerful hands of water and time, and lacked any shell. In the meantime, the leopard spotted mare decided she could use this opportunity to wash off all traces of the mire and first gruesome task. She slowly entered the lake, clouds of dirt immediately dancing around her hooves as each one entered, briefly obscuring the clear water. Finally, her thick feathering began returning to its natural alabaster hue. Continuing into the shallow lake, the dried deer blood covering her front body also dissolved into the massive pool. The cool water embraced the mare’s spotted feminine curves, providing her relief in the warm summer day. Looking at the lake bottom, Aura began searching for the rock she felt the bird would be most pleased with. Stones of various colors lined the bottom, ranging in earthy shades of various reds, purples, oranges, greens, and grayish blues. She contemplated the best color for Firairi. Red and orange would certainly match his brilliant plumage and fiery personality, though a blue, green, or purple stone would complement him quite nicely. Peering through the water, she finally made her selection. Holding her breath, Aura dipped her head under the water’s surface, picking the stone up gently between her lips. She raised her head above the surface, and in one quick, fluid motion, she tossed her head back, thousands of crystalline water droplets flying into the air and catching the sun’s light. With the motion, her thick forelock and mane flung back out of her speckled face, which was finally also free of any evidence that she witnessed the gruesome death of a deer earlier that day. Within her mouth she held a bright orange stone, mottled with flecks of a grayish blue. The colors of the wet rock were beautifully saturated, deepened by the water that still clung to it. Content with her selection and now-clean bodice, Aura exited the water.
Slowly, she began scanning the coast. The other horses had well arrived by now, though she was looking for the crimson bird that promised his participation. He had disappeared from the mire well before they had, and likely had a much faster journey to the lake. Scanning the tree line, she sure enough spotted the conspicuous avian. Smirking, she trotted up to Firairi’s new perch, and sure enough found a single rounded stone at the base of the tree--proof that he kept his word. The spotted mare added her stone to the pile. ”So you did participate." She called up to the bird, playfully teasing. ”A much safer item to retrieve, at least. " Aura moved away from the base of the tree, stopping a short distance away to allow others to contribute to the pile of stones.
As the colt settled beneath the tree where the parrot sat, the others from the last little adventure filtered in as well. His harks twitched as he listened to a few question the parrot as well and he glanced up to watch the bird. He wasn't sure where the feathery fiend had come from to be so bold. "Well, perhaps... perhaps you should not listen to everything you hear. You trusted me, and ran off and could have lost an ear! Yet here is the second adventure, and you only now thought to ask my monkier. How crass." the bird scolded them and the colt snorted loudly in response. Maybe they'd all be dumb to follow some bird around and do his bidding, but the parrot had promised adventure, not danger. Asmodeus debated calling him out on this, but the bird seemed distracted by the pirate. Firairi, the bird claimed his name was. It sounded strange, though Asmodeus thought on it for a moment and he'd definitely heard stranger names just in the equines around him. "Now you! Now you! All you must share, your names with me! Go on! Throw air," the parrot demanded their names in return and that gave the colt a pause. He wasn't sure if he should be sharing his own identity out here. Of course, he didn't really know the others to begin with. That was information he was trying to collect. He caught a name from one of the others in response, Aura. The big, spotted mare who seemed close to the oddly dressed stallion. He debated for another moment, then finally chimed in with his own name, "Asmodeus." His answer was quiet enough he figured not everyone would hear it, but he was certain this damn bird heard everything anyway. "Enough play, it is time to begin. Remember, remember now make no friends! You'll find the next item in a rather large pool. Inside you'll find something smooth and weathered, not unlike a pearl. There is no shell with which to hide, only deep waters where mares and foals confide," Firairi chimed in with the next riddle. The bay colt was quiet for a moment, thinking hard on it. At least it was obvious this time that they'd be going somewhere with water. A rather large pool could mean many things. There were many freelands with water in them. Crystal pools came to mind right away, followed by all the ocean lands. The last bit held the hint that Asmodeus clung to. "Where mares and foals confide" meant maybe somewhere more specific. He immediately thought of Dimato Meadow - though only foals could go there. The Open Plains were another foal place, where they could find new mothers? Mothers and foals confide, but no water... Iosis Lake! The answer hit him like a sack of potatoes and it seemed obvious then. It had a huge lake that was shallow enough for foals to play in - his father had brought him before. It had the water and the mother/foal aspect, that seemed good enough for him. The object he was a little more unsure about. Something smooth, weathered and shell-less. If he was going to a lake, he figured he would be able to find something worn down from the water there? Perhaps a piece of driftwood or bone... both of those could be pearl-like. A rock too, he figured, had the water worn it down over time. He wasn't completely sure, but before he could decide, the bird leapt from the tree and flew off. It had said that it'd be joining this time, so Asomdeus hoped that he wouldn't have to run back to the Forsaken Mire in that case. He glanced back to the small alligator on his back, though the creature seemed to be dozing. "Guess you're going for a ride again," he remarked to the gator, who blissfully ignored him. With a snort, the colt turned and picked up as fast of pace as he risked with his newest addition.
It was a little disorientating to try and find Iosis Lake from the Forsaken Mire. Asmodeus had to backtrack some to figure the path out, as he'd never really bounced between freelands, only gone in from one direction or the other. It didn't help that he had a little gator to keep balanced on his back with each stride and a few times he had to stop to help reposition the angry, little reptile. It settled for a wide spot across his rump and was able to stay there as he picked up a canter. Asmodeus had to recall just about every memory of traveling with his father that he had to find the lake, but he was pleasantly surprised when he came across it before he thought he would. The wide, shallow body of water was still familiar and he halted beside it, panting. The lake itself was massive, so he figured the others were likely around or already there and he wouldn't be able to see them yet. It also meant finding the dang bird would be way harder. Whatever, he hadn't been given a specific time limit. The colt snorted and stepped into the water, though he loved the chill of it. He splashed around a bit to wash the muck off his legs from the mire. The baby gator slipped from his back and began to swim alongside him, looking a bit like a crooked tree branch floating. The two waded in deeper and it became obvious what sort of thing the parrot had wanted now that he was there. The bottom of the lake held smooth rocks that had been worn down with the passing of the water. Asmodeus had nearly stumbled over a few as he eyed them. He had to wait patiently with each step for the lake's silt to settle again as clouds of dirt followed his each step beneath the water. The bird had wanted one not unlike a pearl, so Asmodeus waded through the waters until he managed to spot a pale, nearly white rock. He thought it might be bone at first, but as he dipped his head beneath the lake (much to his irritation once water got in his ears) the weight reassured him it was a rock. He picked the rock up in his maw and waded through the lake, eyeing the shoreline as he searched for the bird. Finally, he spotted a flash of red in one of the trees and turned to look at his gator who was circling him at a much faster pace than he could wade. He whickered the best he could with a rock in his mouth and bent his knees some to lower himself more into the water. The baby reptile seemed to understand and swam back onto his withers. It laid there and snapped at a piece of his mane that looked reminiscent of a drowned rat. With his new pal on board, Asmodeus stepped out of the water. He treaded carefully, eager to not kick up any further muck onto his legs. Upon approach of the tree, he realized the spotted mare was already there and there were a few stones at the base of the tree. With a flick of his soaking wet tail, Asmodeus waltzed up to the tree and set down his pale rock with the others. He glanced up to the bird, one ear flicked back. "Next you'll tell us these were poisoned. Not dangerous enough," he mused and stepped away to the side to drip more water off in peace.
Asmodeus Notes: Reference here. 1.6-1.8 years old, 14 hands, biohazard symbol right shoulder, baby Chinese alligator on back