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As the heat ebbs and flows from the sun overheat, so does the earth churn beneath. Long tendrils of flame and magma curl up from the hole in the land, trying to taste those who stand too close. The air above the gash is shimmering and hot, bringing tears to your eyes if you venture too close. Everything is hot, almost miserably so, but something in the distance just happens to catch your eye.
Something red.
Something on fire.
In a slightly transparent orb, a furry, feathered creature is curled in the fetal position, surrounded in red, fiery fluid The little circle holds a precious little griffin in side, a little griffin who was somehow pushed out of his nest and rolled precariously to the edge of the gaping hole of magma.
A turtle, a familiar face to few in Helovia, with a large, painted shell sauntered to the orb and carefully pushed it into the nearby grass, gazing at it curiously. His lips turned into a frown, and he nudged it carefully. The earth turtle did not know how to care for such a bright creature - hopefully a generous soul would come and care for the tyke.
Certain tests would have to be performed though, first.
This drop is for a plain griffin with the Molten Dagger ability.
This drop is for unicorns and unicorn hybrids only.
You must have a griffin on your wishlist or a similar companion request.
This drop will close in 72 hours!
It will be a riddle/task oriented only drop without dice.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger
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His journey to the shrine of the Moon Goddess complete, Torleik had set his course to return home - home being as much of a pathetic, bare little cave as he had. The weather was getting hotter and he could barely stand it. Summer was not a set of months he enjoyed in any place where the temperature became even remotely hot, and his black pelt made everything infinitely more miserable. Moving slowly, head down and hooves dragging somewhat, the stallion went on instinct - which meant that he retraced his previous path and invariably ended up somewhere he did not want to be: the Heart of Helovia.
Grunting in annoyance Torleik was about to curve and correct his course but something caught his eye in that fiery pit of hell, that molten maw that made his skin burn and his breath smell of ash and burnt flesh with frightening ease. This something was something that was not present in his prior trip: an...orb of some kind, burning, red. Hot his mind blatantly informed him, as if he did not remember such simple cues.
What intrigued him the most was the large turtle that seemed to be inspecting said orb that...held a creature inside? If his eyes did not deceive him - and they just might, given the setting - there was definitely some sort of being in that turtle's orb. Curiosity, and concern, taking hold, Torleik cautiously put one hoof out. His eyes flicked to the hellish chasm in the earth and his ears pinned straight back to his skull, nostrils flaring.
Could he draw near to that Tartarean pit? Torleik could see the heat rolling off the ground, the way it rippled and undulated in the air and his chest became tight though his nostrils flared. His breath caught in his throat and he took a step back, eyes locked on the molten hole, feeling panic begin to set in. His skin felt like someone had ignited the subcutaneous layer and left him there to boil from the inside out.
There was too much heat.
Too much fire.
The ground was melting it was so hot. The earth itself could not withstand the heat - how in the name of the gods could he hope to venture forth and not perish?
In what was perhaps a divine moment, the turtle moved and nudged the orb, creating just enough movement to break the demonic hold the Heart had on the rabicano stallion. Ears still pinned flat to his skull, his expression showed great conflict within. There was a small creature there, an infant, at the edge of that pit.
Could he walk away with a clear conscience, knowing he had left a defenseless babe to perish? The question was answered in his mind and soul the moment he posed it to himself. Every muscle quivering with the leaden exhaustion of fear, Torleik steeled his warrior's will and doggedly moved forward, slowly, inch by inch, one hoof in front of the other. He focused only on the turtle and the orb, forcing the tunnel vision so that he had any hope of continuing his progress.
A strange sense of accomplishment and perplexing lack of direction struck him when he finally reached the two after what seemed like an eon of effort. Though turtles were common to Helovia, Torleik had not been here long and was not aware how to interact with other creatures. "Hello," he croaked, voice half there and hoarse. Torleik realized he was dizzy and had forgotten to breathe for a good portion of his miraculous travel to this spot. Inhaling he focused on the orb, finding the small creature inside to have wings.
Instinctively, he tensed and took a step back. Wings. The fire. They were responsible for the fire. All the death and the screaming and the crying and...and the...
He snorted and blinked hard. He could not go down that path in his mind or else he would lose himself again. The babe in the orb, he discovered upon a cautious second inspection, was not one of the winged ones like he had originally thought. It was a strange creature he had not seen before, a bird-feline...thing. Tiny little talons tipped its front feet, attached to feathered legs and breast that peaked in what seemed to be the head of a bird with a sharp and dangerous-looking beak. The back half of the creature was like a lion, with feline paws and a tail tipped in a tuft of hair.
What in the nine hells was this thing?
Curious, Torleik reached down and nudged the orb before his brain caught up with his actions. What are you doing you FOOL? IT'S HOT! his mind screamed and he leapt backwards out of pure instinct, snorting and tossing his head, eyeing the orb suspiciously.
Nothing much seemed to have happened. Torleik regarded the turtle again. Did it understand him? "I...what do I...do with it?" he tried, deep voice cautious, curious and tinged with care. He could not leave this little babe alone to fend for itself, and who knew what other horrifically unscrupulous character would come along, or perhaps some predator who would gobble it up for a quick meal.
No, he would stay and do his best by this little bird-lion. Whatever it was.
[OOC: Torleik's wishlist is for either a hellhound or a griffin companion, so here he is! :3]
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"I'm feeling fire burning underneath my skin now that I'm breathing - I breathe you in."
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Hotaru the Valkyrie Posts: 295
| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Alice :: Royal Hellhound :: Acid
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10-04-2013, 08:45 PM
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Here, she had met Tingal, the kindly beast who would take her to his side only to end up the follower as she pushed through everything life threw at her. He would confess to her, and she would end up here, seeking solitude and an escape from her thoughts. Silver walkers tapped the scorched and scathingly hot earth, memories playing like an old phonograph in her head, every word clear despite the black-and-white movie silenced and sketchy in her mind.
"Is the wittle baby afwaid of some rocks?"
"We have no home. Living in a forest, is for bums. And I'm not a bum, are you?"
"Fine just come down! God's Ru. You always have to make such a big deal out of everything."
She had been so angry that day, though her mind had been so undeveloped and centered on loving her beautiful, perfect twin that she had never felt it. Raeden had pushed her around and made fun of her for so long, but Hotaru had loved her endlessly, from the deepest parts of the ocean and from horizon to horizon. Nothing could have made her stop loving her. Nothing would ever be able to. She may have said horrible, terrible things to her twin...but she still loved her twin.
Because...
"You can do this, Ru-ru. No problemo. You got yourself up there, right? You can get down."
"Common, just come down. We can go do whatever you wanna do."
...sometimes, maybe Raeden loved her too.
Looking back now she can almost see those two little children running around and exploring the hot rocks she stood on now. Like ghosts they ran past her, one skittish and hesitant, the other passionate and fearless. Who is the fearless one now, sister? But it was a bitter thought. Raeden would know what to do about Tingal's confession, about her own frozen heart. Raeden would awkwardly attempt to make her smile, seeing how her pretty pale face had turned so cold and motionless in the past few lonely seasons. She is too young to be so lonely, so hopeless and grasping for something she can't name. But...she doesn't think Tingal has that which she needs. Not right now. It would be wrong of her to try and figure it out at his expense.
His heart was far more fragile and open than hers.
She's sweating, it's so hot, and in her head she imagines Raeden complaining at the fact she didn't look pristine and perfect. It brings a tiny smile to her face. I miss you. But she'd never say it.
Everything is scorching, she feels as if she's being cooked and boiled all at once, breathing is hard, but she keeps moving at a slow, steady pace. Something calls her here, to this place of old memories and childhood dreams. Calls and calls like the broken song of an abandoned newborn, and she is helpless to deny the pull it has on her. Did Raeden ever regret how little time they spent, pleasantly, together?
But...something is wrong here.
The light is moving wrong.
Squinting her bitoned irises, she stops, watches. It continues to do it, flickering off a polished surface that moves at a moderate pace. Clearly it isn't the color-absorbing starch nature of the tall grasses, nor is it the seemingly invisible dark stones at her feet. Curious, even concerned, she moves forward again at a pace brisker than the one that had trailed her throughout her foalhood reminiscing.
Tangerine flames flicker over a shining surface, interrupted only by a few periodical, almost uniform lines. A...shell? And...a gasp escaped her as her eyes fell on a tiny, vulnerable form hidden in an orb of color. Beside it was a large form of coal, clearly another horse, with two horns sprouting in opposite directions on his head. But her eyes were locked on the little being curled inflamed upon the earth. How weak, how defenseless...Hotaru hurried over to the now-recognized creature, a turtle, and fell to her shins without a second thought. Wasn't an obstruction supposed to cool down the area surrounding you? But...the orb it was inside was on fire. Should she really be trying to make it cooler? Shuffling and scraping her knees on the rocks, she removed her shadow from the area she'd cast it over on the tiny creature and looked between the two nearest to her in confusion. Her own skin was burning, but all she could think about was how frail Takara had been, how she as well had been so small in the vast world around her. How fate had treated her so cruelly because of it. Nobody had been there to defend and protect her, inform her of the ways to handle pain. She didn't want to leave the little hybrid to suffer the same.
"Is it okay? Are you all okay? What happened, what can I do?" Gently she queried, but slightly anxiously as well. The turtle was not at blame, and clearly the other unicorn was just as worried, with how he had seemed to look over the little creature in concern, but Hotaru just wanted to take action as quickly as possible. "Is he...she...yours? I'll do anything to help, can you tell me anything? Either of you?" She extended her muzzle towards the earthy turtle the best she could without having to move again, trying to keep her cool when all she wanted was to somehow pick up both creatures and run until they were safely away from the magma making her sweat a river, threatening their lives and health should they take a single step too far in any direction. She directed the question to the other unicorn with the same motion, turning her crown towards him, face determined but unsure as to what to do next.
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
| Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE |
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Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None
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10-06-2013, 11:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2013, 12:03 PM by Ampere.)
A M P E R E
| pegasus | mare | 3 years | 14 hands |
She flew.
The summer sun beat a steady sweat upon her back, guided by the labor of her wings as they struck across the winds, demanding submission to keep her aloft. Most of the time she rode the air currents, but even still the fiery orb threatened to suffocate her, pressing a kiss so warm upon her hide she could nearly hear her hairs sizzling.
It took all of Ampere's will to recall the dreary abyss of an eternally dark winter. As much as she longed for it now, in this moment, she knew she should rejoice in the return of the sun.
She just wished she didn't have to rejoice so much.
It's hot.
For this reason she cut down closer to the ground. The currents that allowed her to glide were trickier in lower altitude, but she thought perhaps being further away from the day lord would be worth it, as if she might burst into flames for flying too high and too close to the sun.
In dropping closer to the ground she spied a glint from below, which directed her electric gaze down. She saw immediately the ornate, painted shell of the turtle, though she could not as quickly discern what it was, and then also the two bodies of fellow horses. Although they were insane enough to be beside a fiery, hellish pit, as if they were numb to the heat wave stroking the heavens everywhere around them and needed a greater source of warmth, Ampere was curious.
She wheeled in the sky to circle around again, squinting against the daylight shine to try and understand the scene below. She was curious, but not crazy - she wanted to know what was going on, but did not want to get closer and become roasted pegasus.
At least, not until she realized the glinting light was coming from another one of those orbs.
Another companion? her mind whispered in disbelief. Was Helovia so abundant in abandoned eggs, or did the land somehow grow rich off this slave trade of infant creatures? Did the supposed gods of Helovia perhaps feed off the bonded souls and drink the tears of the crying babes who's freedom was torn from their breasts?
Ampere wanted to scream.
Instead she ground her teeth together and shot downward, streaking out of the sky like some massive vulture swooping in for a carcass, hungry lions be damned. At some point in her descent though rationality miraculously overcame her impassioned fury. Perhaps it was the scars and scabs along her body trilling with expected agony for her harsh landing that snapped her brain back into intelligent thought. That and the heat had her exhausted.
She would never win the war of this inhorse (inhumane) crime by making herself the enemy, that much she had learned at the deer's drop when everyone turned on her. No, she'd have to play with their rules a bit, at least for a while, until she could amass some amount of sense to deliver to these brainwashed savages.
She especially knew there was no hope teaching them anything when an orb was in their sight line. They all began to grovel and drool nearly instantaneously as greed crept into their conscious and eradicated everything else.
Ampere knew she would have to win the orb.
And if she didn't? Well then she could beat the shit out of them, and hopefully, the sense into them.
Smiling to herself and all her cleverness Ampere's wings shot out to her sides, gently dropping her to the ground near the two already assembled. She landed neatly, her wings folding tightly along her back as she began to walk towards them.
She realized then the colorful thing she'd seen from above was the turtle's shell, which brought a quizzical tilt to her head, very bird like with it's angle and sharp movement - she'd never seen a turtle like it before. Although, Ampere was not one who had seen many turtles in her lifetime.
Resisting the urge to be snide as she caught the end of Hotaru's desperate plead, Ampere settled in beside the caramel unicorn, visibly taxed now that the full effects of the heart were being felt. A white lather had formed on her neck and in other less, noticeable places, and her sides heaved in tempo with her nares. Her throat ran dry so she swallowed, but did not say anything at all, which was perhaps for the better.
Ampere wasn't yet well learned on lying or deceiving. In fact she was just impressed she was managing not to talk at all, which was a feat in itself, albeit aided by her dry tongue.
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The turtle looks up at the three who arrived, starting with the first. He tried not to judge the book by its cover because the cover had strange markings that spoke of darkness and not the light from which this child had emerged. Even though the earth turtle was a staunch friend of the God of the Earth, he appreciated the light for what it did for the land. The Sun and the Earth existed in a beautiful symbiosis, but the Moon Goddess was an entirely different magic all together.
Perhaps it was shortsighted-ness that brought his dislike of the dark, but either way, he would try not to be so prejudiced against the stallion who nearly burned off his whiskers trying to nudge the orb. At least the massive male had the humility to ask questions. "I believe its parents must have abandoned it when they moved nests," the Earth turtle rumbled thoughtfully. "Someone will have to take care of it, but that someone is not me." He grunted. "I am too old for children."
The turtle looked as the mare approached, and he waved her off with a click of his beak. "I am fine, but this babe needs a caretaker." A final pegasus approached, and he nodded to her in recognition, rewarding her silence with silence. He respected quiet - it was a luxury most of the time.
"I suppose we will have to see which of you deserves to care for this fireball," he grumbled. "The egg is yet young. Go to a nearby land - one this is your favorite, and bring back a prize that you think it would enjoy to eat, play with, whatever. I need to know that you will care for it properly."
[[You have 72 hours to create a thread in another board describing your character gathering/picking up/forging/etc (or requesting a craft item be made). Then, write a response here to drop off the gift IC!]]
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
| Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE |
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Feeling victorious after she had a mouthful of dead grasshoppers, a bellyful of water, and a leg...ful of mud, Ampere kicked back into the sky and in a few flaps had the Thistle Meadow at her back.
The act of flying back to the Heart after enjoying the cool atmosphere of the river took all the will power that Ampere had left. With every stroke of her wings she could feel the temperature increase. The wind blew hot across her face, as if a dragon were exhaling on her and she was so willing to fly into its molten mouth.
The sweat the bath had cleansed her off returned as if it had never left, matting her mane to her nape like moldy straw and leaving salt streaks across her coup like some malformed brindle.
She landed with great effort, huffing and puffing, grunting and groaning the whole time.
If she didn't convince this turtle to give her the orb so was going to kick him into the fiery pit, Sparta style. In fact she just might either way.
"PEER" she mumbled, spitting out the wad of grasshoppers. A few body parts clung to her tongue and she anxiously used a wing to scrape them off.
"Food!" she announced simply, a smile beaming across her lips, portions still freckled with legs or wings.
She stood for a moment, almost expectant before the turtle, but then recalled something else as her legs began to itch.
"And a home!" she cried out, stomping her legs and scraping her hooves along her limbs. The mud sloughed off with wet plops and left a cooling kiss along her skin, though it dried far too quickly in this hell. She was silent for a moment as she worked the clay-like matter into a rough circle. It was nothing like the nest of her foalhood, but she had never tried making one before to be honest.
"AND WAIT" she called out loudly and excitedly again, as if this were a timed event and her score depended on her ability to remember the three basic needs of every babe.
"I know where water is," she announced proudly, almost smug as she leaned back onto her haunches and eyed the turtle with blue passion.
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A simple thing really, so why is it so hard? -- Thistle Meadow
Ampere's gift is:
- food in the form of dead grasshoppers
- a nest in the form of drying mud
- knowing where water is!
her face = :D :D :D
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT |
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10-10-2013, 04:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2013, 05:00 PM by Torleik.)
Small quest completed, with help, of course, Torleik cast a concerned glance towards the sky. It had been nearly two full days since he had left to retrieve the gifts for this strange and abandoned babe and he worried the Earth Turtle would no longer be there. Perhaps someone had made it back before him and had been awarded the orb already? That would be...highly disappointing. As long as it doesn't go to the damn Pegasus, he growled in his head, thinking on the blue, winged mare. She had said nothing when she arrived and had kicked off the ground to the sky more quickly than either he or the other ground-bound mare had left to complete their quests.
The fish in his mouth was beginning to taste truly horrid and Torleik knew that it was likely going bad more quickly than usual under this oppressively hot sun. That was irksome, but as frustrating as a spoiling fish was to him, he knew that bringing fresh food was not the point. The babe would not be hatching the moment they all returned; the point was to show knowledge, indicate he knew what to feed the thing and that he could obtain such food.
Torleik snorted. He'd like to see either of the other two bring back a fish. He doubted the females even knew how to fish in any manner. His thoughts drifted back to when he was but a small child, gangly legs and stunted horns.
"Father, why are you taking the fish from the water?" he had asked, curious to see his large sire performing such an act.
His father had turned and smiled, looking up at the sky. "We fish for the birds in the sky, to pay them for their services." He nodded towards the rocky coast. "And we fish for tusked ones on the coast, so that they might guard our eastern borders."
Little Torleik had been confused. "But...can't they do that for themselves?"
"Yes, son," his father chuckled. "But we have little else to give them in trade or barter. Most of the thing we use or need they do not, for they live more for the water than for the land. So, our great-great-grandfathers learned from a wise raven how to tempt the fish with worms so that we might snatch them from the water. The raven, pleased with our ancestors' skill, taught their sons, our great-grandfathers, how to cast nets into the water and catch many fish at once. Grateful for the raven's wisdom, they repaid him in an abundant harvest of fish. And we have fished ever since for the birds of the sky - for they taught us how," he rumbled, pressing his muzzle softly to Torleik's tiny head in affection.
The dual-horned stallion of the present noticed his pace had slowed with the thoughts of his past, and he wearily picked up his feet. The ache in his chest for his family, his home - when would it go away? His father and mother, the stallions and mares of his village...he missed them so much. This place, Helovia, it was not home. Every new area he discovered reminded him of this and only widened the chasm in his chest.
That was why he needed to rescue this little babe. This thing, whatever it was, had been abandoned and had no home, no family, no place in this world. Torleik knew this pain and wished to shelter this poor, defenseless little creature from as much of it as he could. Gem-littered ground told him he was close and the rabicano stallion pushed through the tall grasses, eyes narrowing hatefully as he saw the blue Pegasus bitch had already returned.
And with what, grasshoppers and a mud-daubed nest? Torleik eyed her with scorn and wondered where the other mare was as his approach turned highly cautious. He still had major qualms about this molten hole in the ground and despised coming near it. But it was not quite as difficult this time, and he was relieved to see that the Earth Turtle and the babe were still there. So his slow steps brought him near, and he set down the fish on the ground, near the orb.
"I have returned," he said, reaching back for the mechanical nest attached to his back and mane. It released when his teeth clamped on it, and he set it down in front of the turtle. "It is foolish to think that a child can be raised wholly alone, so I sought help. I had a friend who is versed in mechanics craft this nest for the babe so that it might have a place to sleep." He paused. "In my time, I have noticed birds enjoy sparkly, shiny things - I thought perhaps since the creature looks half-avian, it would enjoy the gems on the nest." He moved it around with a hoof, showing how the stones sparkled when they caught the sunlight.
Picking the grasses out of the nest with his teeth, he popped the button on the side with his hoof and watched the nest morph into a bird-like toy, then pressed the one on the other side to make its wings flap about. "It is also a toy," he stated simply. Torleik returned the machine to its nest form and put the grass back. "As the avian part looks to be a bird of prey, I brought back a fish, assuming it has a carnivorous nature."
Torleik took a step back and gazed almost wistfully at the orb, then turned his attention to the blue Pegasus mare. The hate in his eyes was unmistakable. Pegasi were not nurturers of life, but takers of it. This bitch was not fit to have this small babe - it would die in her hooves, he was sure of it.
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Torleik's gift:
- a nest that is also a wind-up toy
- a fish for food
- ALL HIS FEELS AND LOVE
Torleik's face towards Ampere= >:-[
All were retrieved in this thread: Set Down the Blueprints and Get to Work
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"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection."
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Hotaru the Valkyrie Posts: 295
| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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10-10-2013, 07:23 PM
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Her mouth is bleeding, and hurting, but she is triumphant and tired when she returns, hardly able to breathe through all that's in her mouth and the unbearable heat of the Heart in Tallsun. The others have returned before her, but she does not feel embarrassed. She has tried her hardest, done her best, and that is all she can possibly do. Dragging her hooves tiredly beneath her, she slowly lowers herself to her knees beside the little one again, ignoring the exuberant words of the electric-blue mare and the dark, quiet stallion. Releasing the branch and two vines she lay her gift before the little creature of flame, tipping her crown until the tip of her horn touches the earth and using her foreleg to slide the degu's body off her tiara. Blood is left in a smear along her horn, sticky and smelling of iron, but she has never been like her twin in the area of care for appearance and physical perfection.
Sighing she leans back, tottering unsteadily to her hooves, and gives a smile to both her competitors. "Best of luck," she says softly, and closes her eyes briefly, tired. When she has regained her head, relaxing slightly but still ready to be judged, she turned her dual eyes to the turtle and presented her own gift verbally. "A degu, a diurnal rodent of the woods for the feline tastes it may or may not prefer. Blackberries and huckleberries, summer blooming fruits eaten by birds of various sizes. Strawberries, healthy and full of vitamins, and larger to fill what the other two cannot." A single leg moved to brush the tip of her hoof against the round-leafed branch of the huckleberries.
"I do not bring a material toy. If it were my bonded...I would not want it to leave my side, would not want to be so bad a companion to him or her that they would need to amuse themselves alone. I give the branch of this tree which bears food, to play with and tempt the chasing instincts of a feline, to teach it to hunt in a way I cannot perfectly imitate from its mother." Giving a little, awkward smile she withdrew, wondering how she would be found and decided upon. There are three, but she does not know if her odds are favorable. After all she is younger, less experienced. Would she not be chosen merely because she was not as advanced, as wise? She hopes not, because she is lonely, but her heart can trust only those who will love her back. She has so much to give to the little one, but it is the turtle who would be the deciding factor of this challenge, this competition. And oh Gods it's hot, hot, so hot, but all she could think about was if the little newborn would be well-cared for, whomever it went to. Both the mare and the stallion seemed...decent enough, though she was slightly intrigued by the pegasus beside her and her reasoning for being so silent until now. At least it would be safe, with three suitors for its heart standing loyally at side.
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*An entire vine of blackberries
*A branch of huckleberries, for play and food
*A cluster of strawberries
*A dead degu for meat
Blooming Time
Hotaru
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A smile slowed parted the lips of the turtle, as he looked towards Ampere, who had returned first. The mare's enthusiasm was evident by the look upon her face, and the energy that seemed to exude from her rather avian form. With a slow nod, he looked at the items she had brought. She seemed to have carefully considered the basic needs of the youngling -- would she perhaps be the one to take the child?
As Torleik came next, the turtle slowly turned towards him. This dark one - what had he brought? The turtle listened with delight, as the unicorn mentioned that the nest, also served a purpose as a toy - and that he had sought help in concocting the item. It was one thing to be able to sustain the child physically, but another to provide for it mentally. Further, his network might prove useful.
With a nod to both, the turtle turned to the molten mass that was the small creature. "Awaken child." He mused warmly. Shreds of fire slowly bled from the roundish shape, as wings began to slowly open, revealing the small creature previously curled so tightly around itself. He smiled graciously to the blue mare, before turning to the darker stallion. "Your resourcefulness will prove useful - but your insight into the mental needs of this ward, are well received."
Slowly, the griffin unfurled, bits of flame and molten spew dripping from its glowing wings. With a cry, it moved towards Torleik.
As Hotaru arrived, the turtle turned towards her, with a fatherly sigh. "Your efforts are appreciated young one, but you have come too late. The care of a child requires ingenuity, but also the ability to manage your time."
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
| Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE |
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The turtle gifts the orb to the unicorn.
Ampere's features crumble in an instant. The heat suddenly seems overwhelming and she sways, her wings drifting out to steady her.
She doesn't understand... she did everything the turtle asked, and first even. She provided for the animal all its basic needs - the rest it could learn as it aged. Play? When it hunted it would play, as all predators do, of which the grasshoppers were surely better suited. How would the small, pecking beak she saw on the griffon's face be able to rip apart those fish? Perhaps a different kind of gryphon could manage, but this one resembled more of a song bird.
If Ampere knew one thing it was her birds.
She snorted derisively, casting a loathing glare to all the parties involved. She had played by the rules this time and still lost the creature to the grips of selfish enslavement. If she had more strength left in her she'd harangue the unicorn and take the egg for herself here and now. The combination of the dizzying heat and her emotional rejection however had her unable to do anything more but stretch out her wings and gently stroke the air.
"A mistake," she murmured softly to no one in particular.
The blue and black girl turned away, the dried grasses of the place beginning to spark as her emotions spilled over into her magic, destructive and chaotic as it consumed the surrounding plant matter. She moved into a swift lope to gain speed, her feathered limbs beating up and down in a rising temp until finally her hooves lifted from the ground. They kicked briefly at the air as her muscles continued her stride, then tucked up closer to her body as the wind stole her higher. The electric storm in her wake, scattered around the Heart, merged into one mass of ebbing, blue energy. It shaped itself into a griffin, flying up to twist around Ampere briefly before fizzling out in the sky as tears sparkled off her cheeks.
What do turtles know anyway her heart whispered to keep itself from breaking.
Whenever it threatened to shatter she filled the cracks with a hardening hate.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT |
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The turtle gifted him the griffin - as he should have. Torleik would have kicked the impudent and stupid Pegasus for her petulant and incorrect thoughts, had they been vocalized.
A songbird? If Ampere knew her birds, she would know that the tiny, but curved, sharp beak visible within his little griffin's egg was certainly not that of a songbird. She had no idea how wise it was, her decision to neglect challenging him for the egg. The blue, winged-horse would have been introduced to violence the likes of which she had not seen before.
Murmuring his thanks to the Earth Turtle, Torleik gently used his hoof to push the still-hot egg into the nest he had brought, watching it come to settle after a few moments of rocking. Picking up the nest in his teeth and placing it on his back, the dual-horned stallion gave a small bow to the Earth Turtle and turned an acrid gaze to the bitch who dared speak that his charge of this small, defenseless creature was a mistake.
The stallion was not one to judge overmuch, or hold a harsh grudge, but her words bored into his skull and ignited a hate within him that was cold in its intensity.
He would repay her for those words.
A disdainful, haughty expression twisted a sneer onto his face as the over-emotional, unpredictable, unfit-to-be-a-parent Pegasus began to warp the world with her magic as she fled in a fit of childish rage.
He snorted. "Mm, a mistake indeed," he muttered to himself, turning away. Torleik bowed his head once to the other mare who had come late, respecting her effort. He hoped that perhaps she would find a creature soon that she could care for. She seemed to have a good heart. "Do not give up," he said softly. "One day, you will be on top."
Pleased, but also somewhat worried - could he really take care of this small, helpless creature that was so unlike him? - Torleik trudged away from the fiery pit of hell in the center of Helovia. He was a parent now, in a sense. Strange to think it...
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"Only a fool thinks himself wise."
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