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Patrick At first Patrick's efforts with the appropriated, clever stick do seem to be making headway for him. This approach isn't doing anything about cutting off the torrent of incoming ants however. Those that make it past the other horses continue to find the young unicorn. Eventually he has as many swarming up his legs and across his back as he did to begin with. For a short time the colt attempts to ignore this, still stubbornly scraping at his belly with that stick. It is not long before the biting sets his hide to twitching uncontrollably though and red welts from the initial round of bites are now visible in some places as well. "Arrr...urgh...gah..." Again he is reduced to stomping and dancing about gracelessly. Finally the boy gives in and executes another vigorous roll which has pretty much the same impact as it did the first time. Just as he is getting back to his feet again the onslaught, except for the itching of course, stops. This lull is sudden and suspicious... Turning his head, with ears flattened in distress, he peers warily over his shoulder at the ant hill and the other horses who are still nearest to it. Sure enough, the ants are retreating but something new has come into the picture. This something is big, ant-like, winged and not especially friendly looking. Before the insect warriors have even completed their retreat the flying creature begins an air assault on the unfortunate equines below. Patrick is distant enough from the front line that he has a few moments to gape during which nothing new happens to him. Then several "bullets" from the unnatural hail storm ricochet off a nearby tree and pelt him in the rump. This, at last, is too much for the boy. With a squeal he turns and flees to the water where he pushes his way in among the others. Wading out to the middle he ducks down until only his eyes, nostrils and the flat of his face are visible above the surface. From there he watches the scene in unmistakable misery. such big eyes you have |
Summary:
- Patrick continues his ant scraping off/crushing attempts with no better luck than before
- is developing welts from the bites
- gets pelleted with a few ice bullets
- flees to hide in, and watch from, the water
No prior refusals.
Seeking (assuming I've got it classified right):
[Magic: Earth x Light | Telepathic communication with other horse-based creatures.]
Restrictions: to be decided by staff
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