the Rift


[OPEN] A tart trap

Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#1
Larue
If fillies made of lemon candy could sweat, she would be dripping. The small, mischievous filly had been hard at work in the depths of the dark forest— a place that at first had frightened her. But, after her time with the dark vampress, she no longer found the dark and ominous shadows to be scary (well, not as scary, anyway).

Regardless, the trickster had devised her plan while cuddled into her dam’s warm side. Such a place was ripe for naps with impish dreams. And such a dream had been of a pit— a deep one. One so deep that she had nearly hadn’t been able to climb out of it after digging it in the forest. But never underestimate the power of sheer determination in a troublesome young filly. Her haunches had bunched and she had thrown her small, youthful body up and out of the deep hole she had dug.

Lemony skin coated in a fine layer of rich soil, she expanded on the plans of her dream by finding long pine branches filled with thick, green needles. These had been both difficult to find (the young filly thought branches would be easy to find on a forest floor!) and sharp to her soft foal’s mouth when she drug them over her freshly dug pit.

Still, her needle-poked mouth and sore legs were forgotten when she surveyed her handiwork. It was perfection— or at least as perfect as a small, young filly could make it. Pink, dirt-smudged muzzle of pink twitched in delight as her yellow fluff tail wiggled in anticipation— this would be exciting! This was, by far, her most well thought-out plan, yet!

She grinned, bright eyes twinkling, and she ducked behind the gnarled trunk of a nearby thick and old tree. Only the occasional blue glimmer of enthusiastic eyes and glitter of her candy nub of a horn betrayed her presence.

And she waited.

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@Raeden She's dug a small, deep hole and covered it with branches/pine-needles to try and trap something small (hopefully Tin!) in the thicker parts of the forest!


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Banjo Posts: 37
Absent Abyss atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.0
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 4 HP: 62.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Riven
#2

The pale woman encountered on the beach - and of course, the five-tailed pet in her company, had been a rather swell conclusion to a week spent travelling through the vast unknown. No holiday could last forever though, and before long Banjo had found himself trekking once more, crossing the rugged interior of a land that seemed cloaked in endless forest (a stark contrast to the parched outback). One bunch of trees soon became another, and another after that too. It was easy to miscalculate direction, and the inexperienced buck soon found himself walkabout, lost, very disorientated.

C’mon Tilda, I could do with another set of eyes right about now… -

Lean, muscular legs stilled as he paused to peer this way and that. It occurred to him quickly that he should actually have kept Brisa and Hikari as backpacking buddies; their first-hand knowledge would've been beaut. Hindsight was a cocky bastard indeed! Nevertheless, his trade mark grin - big and bold, pulled buff lips tightly upwards and for the sake of his endless imprudence, laughter rumbled in his chest. Life went on, and  it wasn’t all bad. His stomach was full after the previous day spent slothing about in a random meadow, so his heart was happy and he had energy to boot.

Lucky.

The forest he found himself in the midst of this time had no particularly dominant kind of tree - not like the red-wooded, mouldy smelling ones in the first, nor the smooth trunked, tropicana ones by the beach. Green eyes peered upwards curiously, but the thick emerald canopy towered far above and not one trace of the blue heavens could be seen - it was kind of miserable, dark and dank. Banjo had no idea where the sun sat in its journey, he was completely and utterly deceived, almost certain that evening had fallen.

He continued along and began to hum in place of the company he would have preferred.

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree-ee,
Merry, merry king of the bush is hee-ee!

Laugh, kookaburra, laugh,
Kookaburra, gay your life must- -

“BEEEEEE!”


Legs flailed helplessly as the ground vanished altogether beneath, but the quirky creature didn’t fall far - only awkwardly, in a space it seemed intended for some ind of midget body.

“Bloody what?!” he half-shrieked, confused, stunned and equally amused by this entirely unexpected predicament. His knees were under his shoulders (claws tickling the chest sunk upon them), and above, his neck was bent awkwardly upward, so that his whiskered chin peeked just over the rim of the hole. His thick, brawny tail lay above ground on the opposite side like a limp snake, and his legs dangled within, suspended by some ill luck, just above the moist soil at the base of the pit.

What a sight he was!



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Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#3
Larue
Furry, pale yellow ears perk—was that humming? The impish filly had to bite her lemony lips to keep from squealing in anxious glee— someone was coming! Holding her breath as well as her lips, she hunkered down in her hiding place behind the tree, vibrating with excitement but otherwise keeping as still as a filly possibly could (which was still, but not that still).

CRASH!

The delighted squeal she had been holding in burst out as jumped out from behind the large, gnarled roots. Bright eyes wide and glittering as they just caught the end of her victims fall. Her skipping bounds faltered momentarily as she realized that this was a lot larger prey than she intended for, and indeed creature in her trap was half-sticking out of it.

Still, she snorted delightedly and resumed her frolic towards him once she realized that he was still trapped—or somewhat stuck— in her pit. “Caught ya!” Her playful, giggling, cheeky young voice sang out in satisfaction as she pranced towards the stuck stallion. Drawing closer, she her brightly colored gaze grew curious as she eyed the tail that awkward stuck out of the hole she had dug.

She stopped behind him, small rosen hoof tapping the thick and muscular tail, “What’s that?” her pert voice questioned. Circling around to the front, she began to dissolve in a fit of giggles as she saw just how stuck her victim was in her trap. “You really did fall for it, huh?” her lilting, high voice came out between tittering laughter.

She stopped right in front of the man’s awkwardly craned head, splaying her spindly legs in order to drop her lemon-tart muzzle right in front of his. “So, who’re you?” she asked a delightfully conversational question as her eyes danced with impishness, watching the corks bob about his face.
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Banjo Posts: 37
Absent Abyss atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.0
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 4 HP: 62.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Riven
#4


In the chaos of the moment, the thundering pulse in his ears and choice words spewed from dumbstruck lips all distracted the sound of the juvenile squeal from nearby; her impish delight was lost well amid confusion. Toes were straining with every inch of their worth to find the soil at the base of the pit, any traction which might aid his escape. All at once though, the tiny trapper’s questioning voice was there behind him, then above, and from beneath the chaos of jerking corks Banjo’s mossy-green eyes widened upon her bright young face up close. “You little devil, haha!...” he laughed loudly into the dirt, wedging an elbow awkwardly above ground at last.

“I did ha… but the real joke now’s gettin this ol oaf out!”

The sound of her sheer, bubbling pleasure, could do naught but pull a softer smile into his expression - the hole was not the only snare he’d fallen victim to. “Names Banj, kiddo. What’s yours?” While she loitered in his face, the horsaroo pressed with all his might the thick mass of his tail into the far opposite rim of the hole. It gave him leverage enough to gouge those formidable toenails into the wall beneath his breast instead, and finally (though barely minutes had passed), Banjo began a clumsy, staggered ascent.

Stinking like the grave he’d emerged from, soil stain splashed across various limbs, the buck emerged and sat back against his tail (curled underneath), to study the pastel-coated ankle biter. On all accounts she resembled something irresistibly cute, innocent and … wait, was there a sweet smell about her? Lifting a brow curiously, he dropped again to stand square upon brown, clawed hands. “So how long’d it take ya to dig out that?” he asked, gesturing towards the wickedly deep forest feature with his whiskered nose, “…better get it covered again quickly, eh? Before anyone notices.” Turning slowly (fore-quarters first, hind-legs after), he began to gather new branches for her to relay atop her masterpiece.

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I am so embarrassed that I overlooked this. Sorry ): She is completely gorgeous @Larue

Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#5
Larue
Small ears had perked, drinking in the ’choice words’ her trapped prey had spewed when he fell into her pit. These words were new words, they had a bite to them and were unlike any words her parents ever spoke.

She liked them. She’d remember them. And use them later.

Grinning at the thought, she rose her head slightly as the man wedged an elbow out of the hole she had dug. Her grin faded slightly, realizing that he was not going to be stuck for much longer— well, at least her trap had worked! On a victim much larger than she intended! (Johnny’s optimist hadn’t entirely missed his daughter).

Banj?” her brazen voice repeated his name, the expression on her face clearly conveying just how odd she found his name, “I’m Larue and you didn’t—“ but her pert declaration that she hadn’t answered his question about his tail was promptly cut off as his large, sharp toenails suddenly emerged from the depths of her trap and landed squarely on the earth in front of her.

She couldn't stop her loud gulp— those claws were as big as her leg! Turquoise eyes widened in her pink-tinted face as she glanced up into his strangely shade face, “What are you?” There were equal parts awe and trepidation in her voice, though it was clear she was trying (and failing) to hide it beneath nonchalant curiosity.

Her head jerked to the hole as he gestured and asked about it, and her tiny chest puffed up with juvenile pride, “Oh, not long at all! And I did it all by myself!” Her shock at his nails and build was quickly and easily replaced with boastful grins with chameleon-like ease that only children can master.

Her grin spilled over to delighted giggles as he began to re-cover her trickery with branches. And he was bigger, so he could get even larger branches. But wait, those claws could dig it deeper— “Hey, uh— Banj?” in her youthful excitement she grasped for his name, “D’you think you could dig it deeper?” Her bright eyes glittered with excited anticipation.
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Banjo Posts: 37
Absent Abyss atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.0
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 4 HP: 62.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Riven
#6


Banjo paused his childish endeavour briefly to stretch his long body, whiskery nose to the very tip of his powerful, curved tail. It seemed he hadn’t avoided war-wounds in Larue’s little game, and muscles that he didn’t even know existed, screamed protest through his shoulder. He eyed her quietly through the process, watching, because she was small, undoubtedly nimble, and there was no saying what other traps and tricks she had in store; of course there was gentleness in his expression most notably, because she was inescapably endearing.

“I’m a…” he began to answer while his mouth held not more matter to feed her mischievousness - but he paused. Was this the first time he’d actually labeled himself something (well aside from the consequence of his folks’ devious one-night stand)?

“A… a horsaroo of course!”

Of course!

His own pride dimmed momentarily as the sound of her puny (but uncannily loud) voice cracked the still silence. “Yeah?” he answered promptly, settling into a comfy posture post-stretch. He chuckled softly at the bright, overly excited embodiment she was.

“Deeper?! Whadya think I’m a flamin wombat girlie?” Banjo grinned down at the little creamy filly, utterly flattered that she might figure him to be in some way useful - there wasn’t anything at all handy about having half of one thing and a bit of another pumping through your bloodstream. He laughed loudly thereafter and agreed, “reckon I can, yeah!”

Seizing the opportunity to flaunt his masculine brilliance (a little lady like Larue was no match, clearly), the boomer shuffled over to her pit and glanced in - wariness born from experience pulled back his broad shoulders. Green eyes slipped via the kid one last time to wink suavely, and then very slowly he used the opposite wall to lower his front half in… down.

Digging the dirt was a piece of cake - Banjo nailed that, but how the hell he was going to get it all out to make it deeper was beyond him. “Errrr… Squirt, chuck us a… um… oh god no… How was he going to get himself out, again!. He coughed (spluttered a little), pretending that all was well down there, but it really wasn’t, and to add fuel to the fire, a fluttery little cockroach had slipped down from the hole’s brim to join him and the smelly dirt. Leaning on his left hand, the bronze buck swiped at the pest, but it was a quick little sucker and he had to bite his tongue hard to save from squealing.

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Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#7
Larue
“A horsa-horsaroo?” her young voice stumbled over what, exactly, he was. It sounded neat, and he certainly looked interesting. But, despite now knowing what he was, she didn’t really, truly actually know what he was. So her bubblegum face cocked, poofy and lemony forelock shifting over her questioning eyes.

But before she could ask more (such as awkward questions of how, exactly, a horsearoo came to be) he was acquiescing to her request of improving her trap! “What’s a wombat?” thous she did manage that question, “You sure know some weird words, Banj.” But her mercurial attention again shifted, happily watching him end his stretching and descend into her hard-dug pit.

She busied herself topside, sweeping away the dirt Banj heaved up with small, needled branches to hide the evidence of their trap from warier travelers in the woods. Her tiny, candied body vibrated with excitement as she diligently swept. Every so often, her bright eyes would peer into the steadily deepening pit, glittering with anticipation.

And her final peek over the edge, ears perked, she realized just how deep he’d made it. Could he get out? She thought about leaving him in the newly deepened hole—but the thought was short-lived, even for her youthful mind, because if she left him then there would be no way to trap someone new.

So she scampered away, small hooves dancing gleefully as she located one of the larger limbs he had begun to drag over the trap. “Hold on, Banj!” her call was muffled as she tried to fit her tiny, teacup muzzle around the thick, sappy pine branch. With some tiny grunts and snorts, the lemon drop filly finally plopped an end of the tall, thick limb into the hold.

Looking down at the horsaroo, her tiny tail twitched in accomplishment as a broad smile covered her bright face, “Get out, quick! What if someone comes?! We gotta cover up the hole!” Her pert voice was anxiously delighted as she rushed her new partner in crime.
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Ru'in Posts: 39
Outcast
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 0 - Birdsong
Odd
#8

In the days of Plato and Socrates, philosophers were often chastised by having their heads in the clouds. This was a slight meant to imply that their eyes looked too often skywards and where not fixed on anything happening the world - that is, of anything useful or realistic. But there was also a more literal basis of this tale. Once upon a time (don't worry, this is a very short tale I assure you), there was a philosopher with his head in the clouds. As he was walking regarding the stars, he fell into a big pit and therein died. Too bad, so sad. The end. (Told you it was short).

While Ru'in wouldnt' have considered himself a philosopher (though he'd happily don the title of tinkerer or engineer, he was often looking at things, clouds and stars among them.

Today, the mutant boy was studying the way the wind moved through the boughs of the thick evergreens that grew in the deep woods. His magic roughly approximated a shift in energy, that was, he could transfer the potential energy inside of something, so it's kinetic form. But since he wasn't familiar with what amounts of potential energy things held, his attempts at using his magic were clumsy. Rather than trial and error, the boy observed the world in great scrutiny.

As was the case today.

Now, the hole that Larue had created could have been a giant pit with no cover, could have had a hoard of alligators inside waiting, or could have been a portal to another world for all Ru'in knew or noticed. His bi-coloured eyes were studying the trees, and instead of looking where he was going, he merely followed where the boughs parted above him, which allowed him to keep his head tilted all the way back as he moved, so that he wouldn't miss a thing.

But he did.

The giant hole in the ground.

The mutant boy stumbled, his head snapping backwards painfully, as his long three-toed legs scrambled to collect himself. But because gracefulness had never been a pillar of science, it was not a skill Ru'in practiced or prided himself on having. Romina was graceful, and he left that delicate art to her. Thus, he fell to the very bottom, covered in shale and dirt, and took several moments to right himself.

The tusked creature looked around, staring at walls of dirt in a 360 degree circumference around him. There was no expression on Ru'ins mutated features, no sign of distress, fear, or even surprise. It was as if he fell in holes often.

Hole. He thought astutely, and then proceeded to state perfectly still, allowing his body to turn to stone.

Clearly he couldn't climb out of this pit, and there was no one in sight when he was conducting his observations, thus shouting wouldn't help. Best he conserve energy until someone naturally stumbled upon him. So, he let his body begin to turn to stone.






RU'IN USED TURN TO STONE.


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