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01-22-2017, 07:30 PM
The Dark Forest irked the strange calf. The trees were so…random. There was no order. And the ancient bark was rough, just waiting to scrape her coat or snag her feathers. Feathers that, at the moment, were gleaming and perfectly in place.
With hesitant steps, the small filly wove around the trees. She was looking for her twin-calf. Though she had followed him to the Throat to be with family, it sometime seemed that Rak spent more time with other parts of their family outside of the Throat than with her in their new home.
So, she started off in search of him—but instead found a gathering of others. And some talking spiders. Her brows rose, eyes wide—and though she didn’t particularly appreciate the spiders, themselves, she did appreciate their webs. "Webs nice." They were so clean, organized, and symmetrical! That, alone, inclined her to help the arachnid family… But everyone gathered thus far was doing so many things… However, a few ants were escaping in their own trail. But what could she do? All she had was her clay…
With trembling limbs, she dipped her shoulder and let a clump of ever-present, wet clay plop to the earth, interrupting some escaping ants’ path. An alarmed, fearful snort left her white-snip nostrils as her body shook ferociously. Wide eyes stared at the offensive, shapeless mount of grey clay that successful stopped the ants—
But then they started to go around it. With alternating clay plops, snorts, and shaking, the strange filly continued to block any escaping ants.
With hesitant steps, the small filly wove around the trees. She was looking for her twin-calf. Though she had followed him to the Throat to be with family, it sometime seemed that Rak spent more time with other parts of their family outside of the Throat than with her in their new home.
So, she started off in search of him—but instead found a gathering of others. And some talking spiders. Her brows rose, eyes wide—and though she didn’t particularly appreciate the spiders, themselves, she did appreciate their webs. "Webs nice." They were so clean, organized, and symmetrical! That, alone, inclined her to help the arachnid family… But everyone gathered thus far was doing so many things… However, a few ants were escaping in their own trail. But what could she do? All she had was her clay…
With trembling limbs, she dipped her shoulder and let a clump of ever-present, wet clay plop to the earth, interrupting some escaping ants’ path. An alarmed, fearful snort left her white-snip nostrils as her body shook ferociously. Wide eyes stared at the offensive, shapeless mount of grey clay that successful stopped the ants—
But then they started to go around it. With alternating clay plops, snorts, and shaking, the strange filly continued to block any escaping ants.
esinakh
Summary : Drops clay from her back (passive magic) to stop any ants escaping the others' plans.
Seeking: [ Magic: EarthxWater (U) | Can craft sentient (within reason) clay items. ]
Refusals: one
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