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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 11, 2019 14:58:56 GMT -6
Owain
Itty bitty Slugbutt
Seven was a sanctuary, for now, helping the little hippocampus to settle down by nuzzling him and pressing against his body. It made Owain feel safe as the storm raged on, even if the violently brewing weather did make his ear-nubs feel sore. He lowered his head and took some time to rub his 'nubs against his forelegs, barely invested in the conversation.
kra-Kah-BOOM!!
Owain not only squeaked in a high pitch but catapulted from Seven's side out of fear, his little heart beating rapidly in his chest. He stood on stiff legs with ear-nubs pointed up stiffly, and his slug cape hugging his body tightly, crimson eyes WIDE. Instantly the kids were being herded into another room, one that lacked the overhead glass and Owain, terrified of the storm, sought Arethusa's side for protection and comfort, leaning against her legs, trembling. Seven wasn't old or large enough to protect from this threat.
He had just popped open his mouth to beg the adults for some kind of comfort, eyes brimming with nervous tears even if Linnea's low voice did ease him a little (it reminded him of his sister's gentle prayers), when a GHOST popped out of the wall, slamming its terrifying hooves into the floor with another-
KRA-BOOOOOOOM!
Owain screamed at the top of his tiny lunges and flew from Arethusa's side, seeing terrible things spilling from the wall and transforming. Stiff foal legs brought him sliding to a halt underneath Mirko, the guardian, panting heavily with fear, but certain that a guardian just like his father, was the right equine to be with. And then, slowly, he realized that the bodies popping out of the wall weren't ghosts, although he recognized none of them, certainly not the odd feathered hippocampus.
"I want my mommah, " he sniffled softly, and his tone suggested a full-on tantrum building.
Word count: 308 | Post: #4
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Post by perfectkawa on Feb 11, 2019 15:37:52 GMT -6
MIRKO
Talori | Guardian
Post 4 | 713w
Mirko was glad for the company of the little unicorn, who slowly worked his way into believing the guardian's words about finding a game to play as a proper distraction. The suggestions were good, too- though Mirko himself wasn't particularly skilled at playing games, he still enjoyed them, even as an adult, and had loved them as a colt. The mention of Find the Pearl brought a genuine smile to the stallion's face, as he was once again reminded of his little sister, and the ways they would entertain themselves as kids. Serenity was, of course, better than him when it came to mind games and, well, really anything that required a certain level of intelligence, but he loved playing with her all the same, because he just loved spending time with her. It was the same for his friends, now- though they didn't play games anymore, being too old for that, they still found ways to do things together and share one another's company, a welcome light in the growing darkness of the world. He would do anything for them.
Speaking of which.
He had opened his mouth to praise Seven and affirm his suggestions, but the clatter of hooves and clash of lightning had his head quickly swiveling to meet the appearance of the newcomers, ears pressed flat against his skull. Immediately, he recognized Faris, arguably one of his closest (albeit strangest) friends, and the arrival of the pegasus was nothing short of relieving, though still definitely confusing. There was a hole in the wall behind the tapestry? Enough to fit several full-grown horses? That was reason enough to be concerned. He became vaguely aware of a little hippocampus-shaped bundle clambering beneath him as he stood to attention, but ceased his movements at the sudden reshaping of the conparis, wide mixed-colored gaze unable to move from the other as he suddenly sprouted fins alongside his wings, writhing on the floor like... well, a fish out of water.
What in Cascade's name-
"Faris!" the guardian shouted, taking only a small step forward before offering a glance to the little colt below him. He could offer few comforting words, his own mind racing with everything that was going on, but stopped to press his chin against the top of Owain's head- definitely not a texture he expected to feel, ever, but that was the least of his concerns. "We'll find your mother when the storm has passed," he murmured, awkwardly scooting the young hippocampus forward with his leg before shuffling in the same direction to continue standing over him, while still being close enough to the conparis to be of some help. Not that he had any idea how to help.
Once again, Linnea's words were the last he expected- sure, the group must be here for a reason, but Faris had just grown fins for Cascade's sake! Guardian or not, he could hardly care less what had driven them here! His gaze sliding over the body of his friend, Mirko was reminded of a conversation he'd previously had with the other stallion, back when they'd discovered Kingston's new appendages. The gods had taken what remained of the florist's feathers, but Faris' were spared, and suddenly everything that had once made even the slightest bit of sense just... didn't. "Well," he began, lips quirking into the smallest of smiles as he reached his head down, closer to the sort-of-pegasi's level, "I may have joked about you getting fins, too, but you still have your wings... the gods made good on that decision, at least. Do you..." The stallion cleared his throat and lowered his voice, meeting Faris' red eyes. "Are you okay? Do you still... have legs? I can carry you if necessary, but you aren't the smallest of horses, Faris. I'd really rather avoid it."
Maybe it wasn't the best of times to be cracking jokes, but Mirko wasn't entirely sure how to process what had happened- this was the third transformation like this that he knew of, and the reaction just came naturally at this point. In retrospect, he figured panicking would just set off a chain reaction among the younger horses in the room, and that was the last thing he wanted, so that was a point in his direction.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 16, 2019 14:12:16 GMT -6
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Xyliana
Talori l Geminus
"I have no idols. I admire work, dedication and competence."
Reference l Playlist l Moodboard
A small sigh of relief escaped Xyliana's lips as Cel's judgmental spirit opened the large, stone door before dissipating once more. "Lets go!" She half shouts, having lost much of her patience with her companions. Faris takes the lead, and Xyliana can't help but be mildly frustrated by it. What if there was another danger ahead? Sending the conparis in first seemed like a terrible decision. "Is that really the best idea?" She mutters, just a bit too late as Faris was already making his way down the dark corridor. Quickly following in after him, she snorts softly, not liking how this day was going one bit. The journey down the long hallway was rather uncomfortable, as the close quarters made for a rather tight fit that Xyliana found unnerving. Thankfully they seemed to reach the end rather quickly though, with Faris reaching and pushing aside a familiar tapestry from the temple before stepping into the well lit room. As the pale hippocampus followed in behind him, a blinding bolt of lightning hit the temple, setting the mare on edge. As her eyes attempted to readjust to the normal light of the room,her body tense and ready for action, the first thing she noticed was the children. All of them seemingly staring at the same thing. Following their gaze, she quickly realized what they were all staring at. Faris.
The conparis had somehow become a hybrid creature, possessing the wings he'd been born with, but now granted fins as well. Xyliana stared in disbelief for a moment, rushing to Faris's side. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, unsure of what to say or do. "Can you shift? And if now, how can I assist?" She added, trying to remain calm.
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Post by foalish on Feb 16, 2019 20:40:47 GMT -6
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 19, 2019 10:27:10 GMT -6
20 AP and 20 CS to Seven, Belle, Xyliana, Faris, Tzilia, Lydia, Linnea, Mirko, Owain, and Tegan |
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