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Aria Starstone rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:46 pm
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 Lust sighed in the happiest way at the feeling rushes on his tongue, and how delicious they taste. The knowledge gained with them makes the flavor ever more sweet. He heads on, after this, beaming in the sudden comfortable feeling of knowing he was going the right way, making the right choice. When he reaches the plains, he can't help but pause and admire the beauty of it.
Until the voice spoke. He started, and looked around, then down when prompted. He studied the odd little egg, then finally he says "Well... all right then..." And carefully, he slides himself down so that he can use his tail to push the egg up to rest on his head, the horns bracing it. "Help me, please." |
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Lural rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Araucana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:55 pm
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PROMPT 7: Lumpy Bumpy
Fair Thought reaches the rushes and before she knows what she’s doing she’s already dug in, overwhelmed by the sweet smell, the taste in euphoric and with each mouthful the familiarity grows and grows until it’s all around her. A warmth buzzes inside her as the nostalgia looses it’s bitter edge, instead it’s laced with purpose. For the first time since the beginning of this strange journey, she feels like she wants to drive forward.
As Thought leaves the sweet rushes behind her, belly full and content, she looks around and feels at home. Her surrounds are merely the swamp, just like that of which she sees ever day through he travels. Stepping idly through mangrove roots and soft mud, she observes a few butterflies before finding herself at the swamp’s edge, the tall grass of the plains before her.
Without hesitation she steps out from the shade of the swamp. She knows this is the way to go, she just knows.
“Hey, you.”
Fair thought pauses and looks all around her. “Hello?” She calls out quietly.
“Down.”
Startled she looks down to see the kiokote egg. No quite believing it, she leans down and sniffs the egg. “Hello?” She whispers to it.
“If you’re trying to find your way forward, pick me up. I know how to go.”
“Oh dear,” Thought says bewildered. “I’m afraid that’s not a good idea, I might drop you, and you are safe and warm here.”
The egg doesn’t respond again but Thought bids it farewell and leaves to follow her own path.
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StarieMichie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:04 pm
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PROMPT 7: LUMPY BUNNY
She was swimming again, legs pushing through the dark. She refused to flinch at anything that brushed against her hooves. Mouth grim, she tried to ignore the smell, to see beyond the memories that made her melancholy and cold, the ache taking over her bones. Time slowed around her and her time in the water became eternity.With everything falling away, she had nowhere to turn her mind but inward.
...your heart
...your soul
...your eyes
...see...
...seen...
She wanted to close her eyes against these things, but she could not close her ears. The poem, in it's fragments, kept ringing in her eyes, whispering, singing, speaking to her. It wasn't something she wanted to hear. She knew, now, lost in the hazy, melancholy memory with her legs pulling her through the water, where the poem wanted her to go. Somewhere, lost in the feelings that she were the dream's and not her own, there was rage bubbling up inside.
Suddenly, time snapped back into place and she was taken by great hunger. Though she was a creature of blood, flesh, and bone, there was a satisfaction in consuming these reeds and though the smell filled her nose, she would destroy it. Eventually the ravenous hunger abated and the way forward became clear. The answer, the poem, the end remained elusive.
She shook her head, eyes clear, but she was not looking forward to the end that was her beginning for it only had two outcomes.
In a dream she did not trust that it was the one she wanted.
On she walked and the unfamiliarity fell away to be replaced by a strange, uncomfortable familiarity. It was place that she had hidden away and as she walked, so almost expected the soft sounds of breathing to reach her ears and a part of her that she had tucked away wanted to lay down and sleep surrounded by warmth. Lost in her memories, she didn’t realize that she had stepped into the plains until the voice called out to her, ‘Hey, you.’
Everyone seemed to have fallen away and she saw no one.
‘Down.’
Curious. She tipped her head down and there it was, a strange lumpy kiokote egg speaking to her.
‘If you're trying to find your way forward, pick me up. I know how to go.’
She wanted to go alone. She did not need anyone else.
She paused and considered the egg with a frown. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. Finally, eyes sharp, she looked up and bent down to take the egg with a grimace.
She was headed back to the beginning after all.
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Astraea Pandora rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Dis arcanae rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 9:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:23 pm
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 Prompt 7
Still chewing on a few last traces of the delicious rushes, Errant found himself on a familiar, dusty path, lined with tall grasses. In fact, it looked a lot like one of the paths he ran along often...
As he came to the edge of a great plains, he blinked in awe. After so many twists and turns, with overgrowth and trees, it was encouraging to see so much empty space, he thought, filling his lungs slowly. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth, and he pawed the ground idly as he enjoyed the sight of it for a few moments. It was about this time that he heard a small, but demanding voice.
"Who's there?" He replied after a moment, looking around in puzzlement.
Slowly, he looked down. On the one hand, he believed in sentience before birth (after all, how else would one know one's name?)...but a talking egg...well, that was a first.
When he didn't immediately reply, the egg continued...did it talk more quickly, as if to convince him? With a small shrug, Errant didn't even have to think about his decision; helpful or not, he could hardly leave an egg lying about unattended...even if it was a strangely vocal one. Decision made, he moved onward, taking the egg with him. |
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Vashtya rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:24 pm
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Vashtya Prompt 7Still chewing on a few last traces of the delicious rushes, Errant found himself on a familiar, dusty path, lined with tall grasses. In fact, it looked a lot like one of the paths he ran along often... As he came to the edge of a great plains, he blinked in awe. After so many twists and turns, with overgrowth and trees, it was encouraging to see so much empty space, he thought, filling his lungs slowly. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth, and he pawed the ground idly as he enjoyed the sight of it for a few moments. It was about this time that he heard a small, but demanding voice. "Who's there?" He replied after a moment, looking around in puzzlement. Slowly, he looked down. On the one hand, he believed in sentience before birth (after all, how else would one know one's name?)...but a talking egg...well, that was a first. When he didn't immediately reply, the egg continued...did it talk more quickly, as if to convince him? With a small shrug, Errant didn't even have to think about his decision; helpful or not, he could hardly leave an egg lying about unattended...even if it was a strangely vocal one. Decision made, he moved onward, taking the egg with him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 5:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 5:52 pm
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Prompt 8: The Cougar and the Crane
Fleeing a sky filled with furious feathered serpents, some of them your own doing and some due to the other kin on your path, you stumble your way into a flower patch that is, at first, surprisingly serene. None of the plants speak, here, and the screeching sounds are left behind.
It is a moment before you notice the battle. A cougar, stalking and circling and attacking a crane, who somehow keeps dodging out of the creature's claws and teeth.
There is no betting here, but you find you can't quite look away. As you watch, the battle fills you with a slow, seething fury of your own, frustrated with your path and all the choices you've had to make, until it bubbles up and you can't stop yourself.
You turn to find a kin you loathe beside you and, with a flash of pleasure behind your eyes, you lash out -- a mirror of the cougar attacking the crane, gnashing teeth and stomping feet.
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OOC INFO:
This an elimination prompt! You must reply to the prompt by writing your character in a rage, attacking a kin from your character's past. There's no choice to be made, aside from you choosing who will fill this role in your characters' vision!
When you post, please also roll a 20-sided die. In past events, this die has been used to put some members back into the running, even if they choose the wrong fork, so it is to your benefit to do so!
You have until January 16th at 11:59 PM EST to complete this prompt and join in the event [but, realistically, I'll probably accept entries until around noon on the next day. XP].
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THE FOLLOWING PARTICIPANTS ARE STILL IN THE GAME
Everyone who took the wrong path but rolled over 7 was kept in the game.
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OK....GO!
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Aria Starstone rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 6:10 pm
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His eyes widen when the egg cracks, and the serpent attacks. With a startled "AIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MOTHERFATHER.", he takes off running, his tail high, his eyes immense.
When he gets to the patch, he takes a slow, deep breath, pleased by a chance to relax... So that when he notices the cougar and the crane, it actually kind of pisses him off right off the bat. Not even HERE did he get a break. What the hell was WRONG with this place? It wasn't, he knew this, a product of HIS mind. Perhaps some pieces, but as a whole? No, he was sure whatever this dream was, it wasn't his doing on the whole.
This made the fury that bubbled up win even easier... And when he turned, and saw Arctic Waste, a Kin he'd met and seen through as sort of... a dark, twisted mirror of himself, which made Waste something he hated with a passion... Well, a smile, of a sort, twisted across Lust's face and he lunged, his fury winning with ease. He slashed with his horns, he kicked and stomped and tried to bite. It was a relief, he thought, to let his fury out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 6:16 pm
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The egg quickly proved itself bulky and difficult to maneuver. Finally, it fell to the ground with a sickening splat. But instead of a broken kiokote, what slithered from the eggshell was a feathered serpent, larger, larger, impossibly large. It wrapped itself around his leg and bit into his neck while he watched in horror, and then it whispered "goodbye" into his ear and swooped into the sky.
Murkcrow watched it go while his limbs slowly grew leaden, and he realized then that he had failed whatever quest the Swamp had set for him. He felt something very much like relief, that the Swamp wasn't calling him after all - and then his eyes snapped open and he woke with a jerk. Alone, nestled against a massive dead tree, as always, and snake-bite free.
The lines of a poem suddenly floated into his mind, and he laughed out loud.
Little playful foal,
Come singing home,
Strong healthy buck,
Comes singing home.
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