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01-24-2017, 07:48 PM
Ughhh no. Yael can handle sand. Sand is ok, even when it gets into all her feathers and hair, burying itself into her skin and up her nose. Sand is not alive. Ants? Ants are not ok. It doesn’t matter that they’re only reacting to the threat of multiple creatures five thousand times their size! And of course, their taskmasters flee, leaving the foolish, greedy horses to clean up the mess and deal with the repercussions. Typical. Gods, magical spiders, turkeys - it all lands squarely on the shoulders of the mere mortals to figure it out and make it happen.
Imagine if none of these gracious, giving horses had shown up? Then where would these hungry spiders be?!
Out spill a multitude of ants, so much so that the ground almost seems to be moving of its own free will. Some come Yael’s way, and after the first few stinging bites, the golden woman raises up on her hind legs to give the little buggers fewer points of entry. She does this repeatedly, while using her large wings to try and sweep them off her body. Those who are attacked the most (including the children, poor dears) seek refuge in the water, and she doesn’t blame them. What she can do is make sure the ants can’t get to her is keep moving. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Toulouse and Alysanne being swarmed, and moves towards them. Her pain must be considerably less than their own. “Tooloose! Run against my wings, t’at vill brush t’em off! Aleesan? Are you ok?”
She extends her wings out on either sides, inviting them to try her suggestion. But if they had a better solution, that would be ok with her too.
Imagine if none of these gracious, giving horses had shown up? Then where would these hungry spiders be?!
Out spill a multitude of ants, so much so that the ground almost seems to be moving of its own free will. Some come Yael’s way, and after the first few stinging bites, the golden woman raises up on her hind legs to give the little buggers fewer points of entry. She does this repeatedly, while using her large wings to try and sweep them off her body. Those who are attacked the most (including the children, poor dears) seek refuge in the water, and she doesn’t blame them. What she can do is make sure the ants can’t get to her is keep moving. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Toulouse and Alysanne being swarmed, and moves towards them. Her pain must be considerably less than their own. “Tooloose! Run against my wings, t’at vill brush t’em off! Aleesan? Are you ok?”
She extends her wings out on either sides, inviting them to try her suggestion. But if they had a better solution, that would be ok with her too.
yael
Seeking:
[Magic: Earth x Light? | Ability to rudimentarily speak to non-companion animals]
[Restrictions: Must be within a certain distance, and only for a short period of time per each animal]
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Force and magic allowed, no death please
