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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:14:22 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 507: Pop Team Leader: Avery Participants: Briny, Cherche, Ilona, Kristofer, Qimat, Rama, Sahelanthropus, Taeith, Vitriak. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: From many corners of Sedo, come pilgrims to the holiest site. They say God's Landing is the first place the gods touch when they come to Hireath and for centuries it has been seen only by those blessed with wings. Before their departure to Aquore, however, your Sultan had steps carved in to carry believers to the top. You are nearly there (only a little bit away!) with food packed tightly in a cart as Serorans gather to pray once more. Location: About an hour or less from God's Landing Time of Day: Early afternoon Current Weather: Clear sky Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:28:48 GMT -6
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A V E R Y
of Serora
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It was early in the afternoon, when the sun hung in the sky, casting grand shadows across the land, with bright light contrasting the darkness. Light blue shades danced in the sky against the sun, while the weather made the air bitter and the heat slightly unbearable. For the most part heat was the least of their problems, for when night fell was when they would have to deal with the bitter cold of the night, when the sun hid away from the moon.
The journey the group had to make was long and difficult, with some veering off from their usual paths along the river, while others joined from spending time stationary in safer, more habitable areas. Alas, it was debated as if it was worth it or not, but in the eyes of some, it may have been. One of those to believe it worth travelling was Avery. Although he missed his mother and had to leave his family and friends to stay in Osulas, he knew that they would be with one another again soon enough. His worries of leaving them behind however grew slightly more weary with talk of war, and preparations needing to be done in case of such a thing. Avery didn’t wish to believe it to be true, though he knew it was. Troops, from what he heard, had already been travelling out to fight for their country.
With their long journey, they brought along an abundance of food in a cart, carefully bringing it along, leading it to God’s Landing. He felt blessed to be travelling to such a sacred place, thanking Alya silently for the opportunity to be in such a holy sight. May your winds guide us, Alya. He silently prayed to himself, knowing that in due time they would be allowed rest. Travelling was taxing, causing even Avery to become almost breathless at times. At the front of the group he had been helping to bring along the cart, using his own strength and teke to relieve others and make sure not too many had to take care of it, though he did need help making sure it was stable in the back. In his mind he didn’t think it would take too long to reach God’s Landing, though with the conditions the poor pinto was in, and the lengths they all walked, they all needed a break. Even with him silent most of the time, he was struggling visibly as they went along, and knew he shouldn’t push himself too hard. Before long, he slowly came to a stop, letting go of the cart temporarily. “Since we’ve travelled a while, I believe we should rest for now.” He turned his head towards the group, giving a slight smile before letting out a heavy breath. Exhaustion was clear in his face, and surely everyone else needed the rest as well. A short break was needed, though sure enough they would reach their destination soon enough. Physically he didn’t look thrilled, though in reality he was excited to be travelling to Alya’s holy place. With warriors heading off to fight, he couldn’t help but to wish them well on their travels and pray for them, and there was nowhere better to pray for them than God’s Landing.
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Avery is walking silently in the direction of God’s Landing. They’re an hour away from it, and he is getting exhausted from the travels. He decides to stop for now to take a minor break before they continue their journey to celebrate at the holy site.
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Post by leaftail on Dec 15, 2017 22:36:22 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
The day was a clear one, with the sun taking no prisoners as it beat down on the travelers. There was little respite from the heat, but it was something the gatherer was used to. What made today so different from any of her other travels was that she was heading to a place that had previously been off limits to her. The only thing that kept her from the God's Landing was the fact that she was just a mere common horse. She had no wings that could carry her to the holy site, but the new sultan had given his herd a gift. There was now a path up to the top of the site, carved like the steps of her home, Osulas. It was quite an honor to be chosen as one of the first non-winged equines to visit the site, though she wasn't alone.
The small group she was apart of was bringing food up to the God's Landing, probably to feed those praying to their goddess to return. Tae had been marching along the right side of the cart, moving away small rocks and other rocky debris with her blessing to keep the cart moving without any hesitation. Her gift was still new to her and at least it was more helpful now than it had been while she had been at the settlement in Sirith.
All of a sudden, the cart stopped as the group came to a halt, their leader calling out to them. Taeith walked up to the front of the cart, looking at the tired bi-colored stallion who had been the current puller of the cart. She reached into her saddle bag and pulled out a water sack that she had packed before leaving. The soft purple glow of her teke surrounded the sack as she brought it to Avery. "Here, have some water. The God's Landing isn't going anywhere so it should be alright to take a break," she said, holding the sack out with a small smile.
Even though she could feel the itch to get to the site, Tae had to take into account of everyone else in the group. Just because she still had the energy to press forward didn't mean the others were just as tired or if not more than the pinto in front of her.
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 17, 2017 19:57:29 GMT -6
K R I S T O F E R
Seroran Planter
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In all honesty, this had not been his first choice of venture. It was hot as hell, dry as hell, and the desert sands made climbing the rise and fall of the vast Ziuseset nearly impossible with a heavy caravan weighing on his back. Kristofer had agreed to come along on this great journey after his cousin had all but begged him to go - though Avery had a funny way of asking politely. The usually soft spoken stallion had told Kristofer to “get over himself”; he was the only one that truly knew where Kristofer’s hardened heart dwelled. He was fairly adamant about the nonexistence of the Gods - or if they were real, their fantastic ability of leaving their creations to fend for themselves and kill each other over ridiculous bullshit. And yet, Avery’s constant ebbing on his patient had finally led him to crumble beneath the weight of a sense of responsibility - the responsibility to lead his younger sister as his own mother would have, down a path of devotion to the Mother of the Winds and Sky. And Kristofer could not lead her if he himself was lost.
Truthfully, he had been struggling with the weightiness of the sudden stillness of the winds in those past few months. So many of his friends had sworn that Alya herself had gone silent, and he did not doubt that - although he swore to them that she had always been silent. Io had slapped him over the head with a densely feathered wing when he spoke blasphemy against the Goddess. “You know not the weight of your own words, Kristofer. You’ve built up walls that the Goddess will not break down for you - your hardened heart is your own damn fault.” Her words had cut his pride like a sharp blade dipped in poison - his bitterness festered amongst his desperation to lead Taline down a good path, and his need to be a good father to his youngest sister was prevailing. And he never would have guessed who had finally broken through his walls to uncover a yearning for something greater… None other than his adoptive sister, Selora. She had arrived in Sedo six months prior, bleeding and shaken up over memories she could not recall. Despite his lack of forgiveness towards her, Kristofer could not help but be concerned for her. Selora was never one to forget a detail, and she couldn’t seem to remember anything that had happened prior to boarding the ship to Sedo with the Talorian emperor and a strange hodge podge of horses, many of which Kristofer recognized as foreigners excluding Selora and Midas, her former mentor. Kristofer had taken his adoptive sister to Eyrin, not knowing whom else to trust. Ila would have been more than happy to help them, he knew, but he knew of no better healer of the body and soul than Eyrin, a dear friend of the family’s.
She had been diagnosed with unresolved amnesia - in simplified terms, Kristofer gathered that some sort of voodoo shit had been placed on her. The fault of the same foreigners that branded her, no doubt. The Talorian emperor was a stranger to him that he did not welcome freely, especially knowing he had most likely headed the decision to have his sister marked like a common steer. Despite all Selora had done to him, despite all the shit she had caused, Kristofer couldn’t stand there in good conscious and watch her walk about confused as to what her purpose in Sedo was, and on top of all of this, her belly was heavy with child - a child whose father Selora refused to disclose. Only two months after her arrival did she give birth to the little filly, not giving herself enough to even recover before she was out and about again to discover the secrets that had been stolen from her. There was one late night conversation he could recall with her, where she had asked him to make the short journey to her home in Osulas where she, his niece, and Selora’s Uncle Indigo resided. The sun had long since hidden itself beneath the horizon when he had arrived, parking his caravan near the door and noticing a waft of freshly baked naan bread pouring out from underneath the wooden door, which was just barely hanging on its hinges. The home had become rather dilapidated in her absence, and it seemed she had little time to fix it up in her stay there. The door had swung open before he had the chance to knock, allowing him to enter before she swung her head looking about before pulling the door closed and bolting the door with a makeshift deadbolt. Although her uncle was a lazy individual, the one thing Kristofer could commend him on was his creative take on just about everything he did. He had no time to settle before Selora looked at him with a very serious, very cold expression. Her voice was hushed as she began to speak in quick sentences, fear and paranoia evident on her face. She had clearly not slept in quite a while. “I must leave here, Kristofer. All I can remember that awaits me in Aquore is the uniting of Ellecyn and her father, and a deep-rooted fear that something terrible is coming. I-I must protect my daughter, and I fear that the Seroran herd will fall, even with the help of the Talorian government. There is a tidal wave coming, brother. I pray to the Wave Mother every morning for a different outcome, but all she shows me through Her Sight is images of death and destruction - to both the people of the sands and of the jungles. The Talorians are not as strong as they admit to your Sultan, they will fall with the rise of the Flock - you must know of their existence. They fight for equality amongst the barbaric rituals of the Talori-” Her eyes seemed glazed over for a moment, going ice cold as she looked past him. Blood dripped from her nostrils as her eyes suddenly glowed in an iridescent array, and her legs crumpled beneath her. Kristofer yelled her name, his own eyes wide as he dropped to his knees to hold her head up. Her body shook and her mouth dribbled with blood, opening suddenly as she turned her head limply to him. An ominesce voice that was not her own filled the room as her eyes looked dead on at him, the same death he saw within his own mother’s eyes glazing over Selora’s. “AND THERE WILL BE A GREAT CRY AMONG YOUR PEOPLE, SUCH AS NEVER HAS BEEN, AND NEVER WILL BE AGAIN. BE WARNED, SAND DWELLER, FOR THE WRATH OF THE FIRE SHALL BRING ITS VENGEANCE TO YOUR SHORES -- BUT THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU, FOR WHEN BURNED, YOUR SANDS BECOME PRECIOUS DIAMONDS. THERE WILL BE MANY MORE LOSSES FOR YOU, KRISTOFER OF SEDO, SON OF ARGUS. BUT STAND TALL, FOR MY SISTER WHOSE WINDS CARRIES HER CHILDREN, SHALL PROTECT YOU.” And just as suddenly as she had sunken to the ground, Selora’s eyes had fluttered before opening, fear making her tremble. “The Wave Mother has warned you, my brother… Do better than I, listen to her. Allow Alya’s graces to guide you.” Kristofer had stumbled from her home in a daze, more confused than he ever had been before. Had this been a message from the gods, or his sister attempting to frighten him again? Whatever it was, it had scared him shitless. And now all of a sudden, after four months of being free of the habit his girlfriend Briny hated so much, he had found himself craving a blunt now more than ever.
Lucky for him, Briny had ripped up all of his cactus plants - yes, even the hidden ones, and thrown them in the river. The same damn river that they all had been following until maybe two hours before. Avery had said they were only about an hour away from God’s Landing now, and something within Kristofer was making him unbearably anxious. Perhaps it was the heavy weight of the caravan on his back, or the knowledge that many returned home entirely changed after visiting the ancient holy grounds. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that Taline had insisted on tagging along on this perilous journey climbing the slippery sands of the Ziuseset. While she had Cherche hid away in the shade of the caravan with all of his potted flowers and some of their much needed supplies, Kristofer looked ahead of him to see Avery had stopped. With sweat drizzling down his brow, the bay stallion let out a deep sigh, stopping in his own tracks, the strain of the harness making his withers and back ache. He was already irritated with the sun bearing down on his back, and it didn’t help that he was dehydrated and having severe withdrawals. “No shit, kid.” He grumbled at the younger mare whom had offered Avery water. Man, he could really be an asshole when he wanted to be. “You really think your Mother Alya is at the top of this damn mountain, cuz?” Kristofer projected his voice towards Avery, looking to his right to see Briny standing beside him. Another deep sigh exited his lips as he brought his head down to her height, knowing he was not behaving with the best manners. His eyes spoke an apology, although he fell silent. Maybe it was time he shut the hell up and listened for the goddess’ whispers, no matter how quiet they may be.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 20:26:12 GMT -6
The mare traveled close to Kristofer's side, her back heavy with as many bags and supplies that she could carry. She took to carrying the more.. immediate accessories. Lots of water, some food for snacks along the way, and little bits of medical supplies in case anyone needed it; not that she would be able to help in the medical department.. but at least she had the supplies. Resting in her mane was her familiar, Riven, the little lizard obviously annoyed that his sleeping place inside Briny's saddle bags had been occupied by supplies, but found that the sun on his back was pleasing. He kept himself nestled in her hair, breathing softly as he drifted in and out of sleep.
Briny's focus was on the trail ahead, her voice unusually quiet. She was typically a loud, bouncing, bubbly mare, but her heart and head were heavy. She was not convinced that the gods were all that important, no matter how many times Embyrss had praised Alya's name and tried to turn Briny as religious as her. Briny was simply not convinced, and this trip was not helping her one bit. They were trecking through the sand, in the heat, to go look at a cliff. Awesome.
However, that was not the only thing weighing on her mind. War was brewing and her people were fighting in it. Friends, family, those she didnt know, but felt for anyways. It hurt, seeing her world in turmoil. Knowing there was a fight and she couldnt help.
Her gaze shifted to Kristofer, but only for a moment. She hadnt told him of everything on her mind, but she didnt want to bother him. She knew he was going through his own problems as well, and didnt want to be a burden. She could remember her mother always telling her that she was never a burden and should never feel that way, but.. she couldnt help it.
Large ears flicked forward as the caravan stopped, Avery's voice ringing out over the group that they should take a break. Letting out a sigh of relief and wiping stinging sweat from her eyes, Briny pulled her bags over her head and dropped them on the ground. Her brow narrowed ever so slightly at Kris's retorts, her lips pressing together in a half frown as he dipped his head closer to hers.
"Be nice." She said softly before giving him a small kiss on the cheek. She picked a water bottle from her bags and handed it to him with a lopsided grin. "Drink up, i dont want you passing out on me."
Her attention shifted back to the caravan where Cherche was resting, keeping her pale skin out of the sun. Briny trotted to the side as she scooped up a water bottle out of the sand, shoving her head under the blanket to look for her friend.
"Cherche!" She called, holding the water bottle up and wiggling it before her friends nose before dropping it at her hooves. "Dont get dehydrated." Of course, she had to make sure all her friends were hydrated before she even thought of herself.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Dec 19, 2017 12:44:08 GMT -6
 Cherche;Serora | Folk
I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don't know how. I don't know if I can.
"Cherche!"
A shrill voice yelling her name jolted the blankets which Cherche slumbered under. Electic pink eyes, shocked, broke into a wide state. Lanky legs wobbled and struggled to hoist the slumbering horse, Kris' wooden caravan thudding under her unstable hooves. Hidden bits of tucked treasures under the covers, Briny's doing no doubt: half-eaten apples, the blanket, and a water bottle fell out along with Cherche as the akhal teke stubbled out of the protective wagon. Yet her slender, but hefty, figure never met the ground. Something minuscule and squishy broke the mare's fall out the caravan, thankfully, landing on her chest and forelegs.
Her first instinct, of course, was to act as though she wasn't sleeping off a drunken stupor. Cher's sunglasses and hair were a dishevelled mess while her breath reeked of alcohol. Where she hid the liquor is beyond anyone there. The forgiving afternoon sun beat down, warming her pale back. So easily the half hungover mare found herself sitting on her rump like a dog, still on whatever or -better yet- whoever she fell on. "The hell is it?" She groaned, voice still raspy from slumber.
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Post by gutpunch on Dec 19, 2017 18:06:42 GMT -6
QIMAT seroran glass crafter
Besides the herd’s migration to the Oasis, the trip to God’s Landing was the first time the blue taffy roan had travelled outside of her beloved, safe city. Perhaps her nerves would have been calmed with the presence of a designated warrior travelling with them, but of course, anybody with a fighting rank was on Talorian ground or preparing for the war. That knowledge stirred more anxieties in her. She believed that they would overcome, would win. But she truly knew nothing of war. Who really did, especially in a herd priding itself on community? She shook her head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts swirling around.
“Since we’ve traveled a while, I believe we should rest for now.”
Qimat lifted her head at the words. Exhaustion grabbed at her muscles, weighted her hooves, but the idea that she was going to be one of the first non-pegasi to grace such sacred land excited her, filled her with energy. She had considered travelling to the Sear to pray to her beloved Wind Mother, but this was a more fascinating opportunity. What would it be like to see the world from such a height? Would Alya return to her children, sending strong winds from the heavens? Qimat could only hope.
She pulled herself out of line, walking over to Briny as she offered a hidden Cherche water. Her own saddlebags were filled with some snacks, a few water canteens, and glass figurines crafted specifically for this event. Each were protectively wrapped in paper. She was a little apprehensive about approaching Briny – she had spoken against Kristofer and many others in the assembly, and feared that the mare would view her in a negative light, though Qimat believed they shared the same views. She couldn’t help but be confused that Cherche was sleeping in the wagon, hungover. Why would somebody get drunk before travelling, especially to pray to their goddess? It didn’t really matter, though. They were all going to pray, to support the troops that were leaving to defend their homeland. To support each other.
But before she reached the wagon, Cherche had stumbled out of her shade and fallen onto Briny, causing Qimat to whinny with laughter. “You’re sitting on Briny!” she giggled, lifting her front leg to offer the pale horse help in standing up.
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Post by mcmajestic on Dec 19, 2017 21:58:07 GMT -6
= R A M A =
Seroran Potter.
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(Sidenote: He hallucinated Alya and never actually saw her.)
Rama was conflicted. His mind fluttered with thoughts of Alya, of her beautiful mane, of the precious feathers that adorned her wings, of the determined look he imagined in her eyes. He pictured himself walking towards her, galloping towards her, reunited with the goddess he had envisioned so long ago. He would pray and finally she would come, because he would be closer to her than he’d ever been and she would feel the way his heart beat for her, disrupting the very wind with his love. It would be romantic and magical, and perhaps she’d grant him wings to fly to her whenever he wished. Everything would go just as he had dreamt it would for years.
Except what if it didn’t? What if Alya had grown disappointed with him for not marching out with the troops? He couldn’t prove himself from a sacred place of prayer. He needed to be out in the battle, defending Serora with all his honor. There were times as they walked that he glanced back, debating galloping off to catch up with the nearest round-up of warriors, but he knew he wasn’t fast enough, so he always turned back to face forward and rehashed the same conversation with himself as he had been for hours. Would Alya come to him in something as simple as prayer? Would she bestow on him the love he desired so much? Or would she do it in the midst of battle? It was a question Rama could never figure out an answer to. Every time he thought he had it a new variable would make him question himself all over again. More than anything did he want to prove himself to his goddess, but how? For a long time he believed fighting in her name would be enough, but now, as he trekked through the desert to one of the holiest spots in the world with a screwed-up leg, he wasn’t sure if that was worth believing in anymore.
Which always brought him back to square one.
Just as he was about to begin the entire argument all over again, Avery’s voice echoed in the depths of his mind. It was quiet amidst his thoughts, and so at first he only continued walking, until he realized he was passing most all of his company. Rama paused, blinked, and turned his head only to realize everyone was pausing for a break. It was only then, when his mind began to shut down, that he began to comprehend his own exhaustion, that he let out a heavy sigh as he walked up to Avery, his best friend on this devious trek.
He glanced at Taeith in acknowledgement, glad Avery was getting a rest and something to drink. Although his mood quickly stumbled at Kris’s comment. He snorted, shaking his head at the question. Of course Alya was up there. “Maybe if you were worthy she’d show herself to you,” he muttered, not caring if Kris heard him or not. It was frustrating, how little faith some Serorans had in their goddess. She was always there, always watching, and even if Rama hadn’t seen her in years he knew the time would come soon. She’d feel his love for her and they would unite. Until then, though, he would have faith. Which was much more than Kris seemed to have.
As the group began to settle in for a few minutes of relaxation, Rama shrugged his saddlebag off, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing breakable in there; only a few brushes and some loose paper along with the basic necessities of snacks and water. It was good enough for the trek which was all he cared about for now. “I can take over the cart if you want,” he offered, looking over at Avery and then back towards their destination. God’s landing. A place Alya’s hooves had touched. He could only hope that when he walked off this mountain, he was changed for the better. Because if not, he feared for the worst. |
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Post by kalovantha on Dec 20, 2017 3:30:33 GMT -6
Vitriakgatherer
post 1 - wc: 299Vitriak was trying to contain his nervousness as he brought up the rear. Sure he was tired as hell, only a god wouldn't be really, then again they could probably just will themselves somewhere. Must be nice. However his excitement at finally being able to go somewhere his sire had always told him about? It was why had made sure to put himself in the rear simply so he wouldn't keep going and leave the group behind.
As the group slowed to a halt, the leader calling for a break he sighed softly. He looked up longingly, knowing they weren't that far from the top but still it would take some time. His tail flicked as he found a couple rocks to wedge behind the wheels of the wagon. He for one didn't feel like chasing the thing down the steps that had already been traversed. It was then that he realized that he was more tired than he realized, his eagerness to reach the top had been fending his weariness off.
He watched as another emerged and....promptly fell. Vit's brow furrowed. Really? "Tch." He grumbled under his breath while looking around. Well...seems most had the right idea and were rehydrating and he decided that it might not be a terrible idea as he fished out a canteen from his saddlebags.
His mind wouldn't stop wandering though. He was torn between worry for his herd and the feeling that things were wildly out of control. New sultan? New...everything it almost felt. Not that he minded the chance to finally see something only those with wings could see. Which was quite a good distraction. He'd always been curious, and now it was so close to him. "I don't think we should tarry long. We don't want the food to rot."
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 21, 2017 23:39:26 GMT -6
As each of you settle in for a brief break, you seek out water and refreshments before making the final push to God's Landing. With the winds brushing the sands again, are you hopeful that she might hear her people this time? Or are you beginning to think hope is futile--something like this journey. While Serorans on a whole consider most other Serorans family, you don't quite know everyone here.
In the desert, something watches...curiously. And waits.
As if on cue, upon Vitriak's comment, the food cart rustles. There's a shape in there somewhere, but you can't quite tell the size due to the canvas and the angle. Within moments one of you (you all can decide who!) plucks up the nerve to go look but there's nothing there. At least, not anymore.
Hey! Welcome. Let's play a game:
Rules:
You can speculate and look around and try to figure out what's going on.
Please don't make up any "clues" that aren't included in the game blurbs. It's fine if you find things you "think" are connected but be aware they may not be.
I'll post a new clue/prompt/blurb every three posts or every day - whichever comes later.
Have fun!
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Post by littleredloup on Dec 22, 2017 23:52:29 GMT -6
Ilona post #1 ~ wc 447 The sun was blazing hot against Ilona’s skin as she continued walking with the rest of her group. Though she only had a few bags to carry, they hadn’t taken a break yet and she was beginning to get both tired and thirsty. Before she could ask for a break, Avery let go of the main cart and told the group, “Since we’ve travelled a while, I believe we should rest for now.” Ilona let out a thankful sigh before halting and muttering out a quick thank you to Alya. Looking ahead of the group, she thought about her first reaction to being picked to go to God’s Landing. She was ecstatic to say the least, jumping in excitement and getting ready as quickly as possible. She’d always wondered how she could be closer to her goddess and this gave her that chance, both literally and figuratively. She hoped that with their journey to God’s Landing, Alya would see that even in her absence, they were devoted to her and prayed to her in hope of protection during the war. Ilona felt privilege to be with some of the first common horses ever to set foot on God's Landing and was thankful that their Sultan had given them the opportunity. To be honest, she hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings as she was in her own thought bubble, but when the pale mare that used to be in the cart fell on Briny, she couldn’t help but laugh along with Qimat. After a few seconds, Ilona was able to rein in her laughter, though she let out a few giggles here and there. Once she could control herself again, she began to dig through her bag in search of her water jug. She carefully maneuvered the jug out of the bag with her teke, not wanting to case a crack in the many glass figurines that we’re tucked in her bag. Speaking of figurines, she thought to herself as she glanced at Qimat’s bag, hopefully we can get there without them breaking or cracking.Ilona was was to busy focusing on getting out her water to pay much attention to the conversations around her. Something about going before the food rotted, she thought to herself, when the the cart near to her began shaking. Looking up in shock, Ilona saw something moving around in the cart. "By Alya's wings!", she shrieked, stepping back out of shock. Taking a deep breath to try to steady her nerves, she turned to look at the group before speaking in a small voice, "What do you think that is?" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 0:21:22 GMT -6
The mare didnt expect what came next: her pale friend stumbling drunkenly out of the cart, unable to find her footing and landing right on the little buckskin hippocampus. The air was knocked out of her as she was shoved into the ground, her leg tilted awkwardly beneath her mass from attempting to catch herself, but failing. Riven darted from his nest in her hair to wriggle into her bags, convinced that this time, he would fit. He was not putting up with any more of these shenanigans. Coughing and sputtering, Briny kicked out her legs at Cherche, careful not to hit her too hard. "Get off!" She giggled, wriggling beneath the mare as she shoved her away. She would have never been able to do it if Qimat hadnt helped.. not that Cherche was heavy by any means, but because Briny was weak.
Pulling herself to her hooves and shaking out her curly pelt, sand dropping to the ground, she fished for the water bottle and shoved it in Cherche's face. "Water." She said sternly, but couldnt keep the smile from her lips at the amusing sight of her friend. "Drink it." She reached out and corrected Cherche's sun glasses, but knew her mess of hair was a lost cause.
Her attention shifted briefly to Vitriak as he spoke of not wanting the food to rot, but her gaze did not linger long. It was the sound of the food cart behind her rustling that caused her to nearly jump out of her skin, all four hooves off the ground and a surprised squeak emitting from between her lips. She did not hang around to see what caused the noise, as the moment her small hooves found sand again, she was darting to hide behind Kristofer.
As she got a grip on her breathing, the smaller mare dipped her head down and glanced from under the much taller stallion's belly, her ears back and golden eyes wide as they settled on the cart. She could see the shadow of.. something in the cart, but that didnt make her feel any better. Ilona's asked what it was.
"Someone go look." She piped up, but her hooves stayed planted firmly in the sand behind her boyfriend.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 24, 2017 14:00:38 GMT -6
Sahelanthropus
The Folk
Sahelanthropus had woken early in the morning, his bright and cheery self. He had set about to do his days work before joining up with the other band of crafters and merchants, his own backside saddled up with various clay pots he himself had made, filled with various things from grain to spirits and even one that was filled with special coloured sand. The food and spirits were for those who had already made their way to the grand new staircase earlier in the morning. The beads were to offer to Alya and perhaps leave around God's landing. Sahelanthropus had never done anything like this, so he was ready for anything!
As they set off, Sahelanthropus had spent most of his time with Qimat, chatting to the mare and just enjoying her company. He didn't really know any of the others aside from their names and though he was usually bubbly and ready to meet anyone, he hadn't exactly felt like doing so this time. This journey had a strange air around it, both mystical but kinda of scary too. Only Pegasus had ever been up to gods landing... maybe there had been a reason for it? what if it like, exploded or something! or Alya came down and smited everyone!.... smited? or was it smote? Alya's feathers he didn't know! The nearer they came to their destination the more Sahelanthropus stayed back, chewing his own lip and sometimes on the beaded necklace he had. It was a nervous habit, a bad one at that too but he couldn't help it.
When the group finally came to a stop, Sahelanthropus unceremoniously dropped his back with a loud groan, his hindquarters soon following after as he sat down in the shade, mouth opening widely as he yawned. The sudden chill that shot up his spine sent goosebumps all up and down his body, his ears quirking forward and his hair puffing up for a moment before he shook it off and shrugged. Hearing the others chattering about their food cart, Sahelanthropus quickly jumped and moved forward past everyone, ears flicking and a cocky grin on their face "It's probably just a snake or somethin'" they spoke, quickly grabbing the cover with their pale pink teke and moving it aside. Looking around at the various pots, Sahelanthropus shrugged, looking back at everyone else "I don't see anythin'"
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Post by leaftail on Dec 24, 2017 19:56:01 GMT -6
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Just as she had offered Avery water, Taeith's ears pinned back as she listened to the words of the older Kristofer. She rolled her eyes in reply, not wanting to comment back. It wasn't her place to argue with those who didn't believe in the Gods; that was the job of someone with more patience than her. In her heart, she knew they were real. Her proof was the visit from Kaia almost a year ago, so she could never deny their existence. For all she knew, Kristofer probably hadn't received a blessing from any of them which left him blind.
Waiting for Avery to take a sip from the water sack, she took one after him while watching the others of their little group interact. Briny kept the gruff stallion in line, something Tae appreciated. They should all get along if they were going to be traveling together for some time, she thought. The gatherer's gaze moved on to Cherche, who had fallen out of the wagon and onto poor Briny just moments after Tae's thoughts. She winced as the pale hippocampus landed and hoped the two of them were okay. Qimat, the interesting patterned mare, joined them soon after to help. Tae looked over to Rama as he said something that she could not quite catch, though he almost seemed just as annoyed at Kris' words as she had been. Taeith gave Rama a sympathetic look as he approached Avey.
Her ears swiveled forward as Vitriak made a comment about the food in the cart rotting, and shortly after something strange happened. Tae watched as the cart rustled, as if something was inside of it. She jumped back, surprised and unsure if there had been a stowaway they weren't aware of. Ilona let out a shriek, which made Tae jump again, totally caught off guard by the mare. Her heart pounded in her chest as the cart came to a stand still, leaving everyone in shock and confusion.
"Someone go look," Briny called out, and Tae looked around at the others, wondering who would volunteer themselves to check the cart out. What if there was a dingo or some other predatory animal that snuck into the cart when they weren't looking? Luckily, Sahelanthropus volunteered himself to check the cart out. Taeith held her breath as she waited to hear what might've caused the shaking. The unicorn looked back at them and announced "I don't see anythin."
"What? How could there not be anything in there? The cart couldn't have started to shake on it's own unless..." her voice trailed off for a second, remembering the incident in Sirith. "Unless there was a tremor or something, but I didn't feel the ground shake." Taeith looked under her hooves as if to check to make sure that the ground was indeed there, before glancing at everyone again.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 26, 2017 23:48:37 GMT -6
Lemon's announcement is met with proper incredulity. You all saw the cart move, right? It seems silent now, though, perhaps waiting. Maybe you really ought to get moving on? The sun is starting to round the top of the sky and there's quite a few people waiting on you and these supplies at God's Landing. Reluctantly, you chock it up to this journey getting to you and start gathering things up again.
And then--the cart rustles again. Frustratingly, checking again results in more of the same nothing. The heck is happening?
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 29, 2017 22:30:16 GMT -6
A V E R Y
Gatherer | Serora
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The sun cast against his coat and beat down on all the rest just the same as they stood there on a small break. Avery took a deep breath as he looked back at the rest, glancing over to Taeith, who offered a sip from her water sack. The pinto nodded politely towards her, smiling softly to thank her. Delicately he grabbed the sack with his teke, taking a sip, enough to cool his insides, before giving it back to the tobiano. He looked towards his cousin as he spoke up, the sound of doubt in his voice. Ignoring it for the moment, he nodded his head at first as an answer. Surely their Wind Mother would be there, if not anywhere else. "She will be there, Kris." This was all he said, since he was sure of Alya, and his heart was set on the hopes that she would come back soon. Life without their goddess was dreary and empty, and he only wished that she would come back to them.
A thump sounded by the cart in the back of the group, which made him glance back to see the pale hippocampus land on top of Briny. Cherche was her name, and she seemed to him to have some troubles, though he didn't wish to bother her or anyone else with personal questions. Others were laughing when she landed on top of the buckskin hippocampus, which seemed not to mind much. He merely smiled, chuckling slightly under his breath. Supposedly it was a brief moment of happiness.
His head then turned over to Rama, his best friend, which had been slightly irritated by his cousin. The comment he had grumbled almost raised Avery's brow, though he did not question his friend. However, a tense atmosphere was something they all didn't need, even with frustrations and different views. "Now now, Rama. Each and every one of us," The bi-colored stallion looked over the group, making a statement for him and everyone to hear, though at a soft tone. "is worthy of the Wind Mother. May her wings guide us." He did not wish for any fighting, or any strife on their way to the landing, a place where they were to celebrate and pray to their goddess, to pray for their brothers and sisters out fighting a fight in which he never quite understood the reasoning for. With the next comment Rama spoke, he merely shook his head, not wishing to put any pressures on his friend, or harm his limbs for that matter. Since his friend had a limp he could not allow himself to let the graying stallion injure his leg any further. "No need, my friend."
Avery let out a deep breath, lowering his head for a moment. All the commotion wasn't something he was use to, though surely he could handle it all and lead the way to the landing in due time. The sun however was lowering ever so slowly in the sky, and would likely be gone in due time. As Vitriak spoke up to speak, he glanced to the stallion, a look of agreement in his eyes, while his smile had faltered minutes before. He felt as though holding such an expression for so long only lost its meaning, though his eyes spoke a million words and held much more meaning than a mere expression. "Indeed, we should-" His voice was cut off by a shuffling in the food cart. Any and all thoughts were stopped short by the strange movement. What in Hireath was that? The stallions curious eyes moved to look at the others, who were just as surprised as he was. Such a strange phenomenon as this intrigued him, yet he kept a healthy distance away from it. He watched as Sahelanthropus moved aside the cover, only to show nothing but the pots inside of the cart. It all was strange, but intriguing. Before the covers were thrown off his automatic thoughts were to it being a snake, or some sort of desert animal that sneaked inside the cart and scurried around. That theory, however, was falsified by the lack of anything other than the original contents being inside, which were suppose to be there. Taeith's comment also brought more questions to what just happened. He glanced to the ground as well, though the stallion was entirely sure that there had been no tremors.
"Yes, that is... rather odd." He figured after a bit of silence, that they should leave. "I believe we should get moving." With that he began to strap the harnesses of the food cart back on, covering it back up again with his teke. Just as he had packed up and was ready to go, another rustle shook the cart. Avery turned his head, craning his neck so he could look back. Again, a surprised expression fell upon his face. He took off the harness and went over tentatively, slowly pulling away the cover with his teke. There was nothing there. This had to have been a sign, for this was not normal in any way. It was unnatural, something that had to have been done by and external force. Silently he thought of a quick prayer, closing his eyes only for a moment, furrowing his brows in thought all the while. Alya, Wind Mother, I pray this be a sign from you. Guide us, mother, we are listening. Then, he lifted his head, looking upon his friends and herd mates one last time before turning back and strapping himself into the harness once more. "We must go, I feel this is a sign. Come now, we should move before daylight fades." And so he began to walk, tugging the cart behind him and forcing himself forward. Even with the heat of the day, his exhaustion was slightly lessened from the brake. By now he was determined to reach God's Landing. He was determined to reach the top, to pray to his goddess with sincerity and convictions like no other, to hear her call again. His optimism for a brighter tomorrow pushed him forward, hoping nothing more than to feel her winds wisp through his mane and flow through his lungs like they did before she left, before the air felt empty without her.
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 31, 2017 19:31:12 GMT -6
K R I S T O F E R
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They were freaking out over some damn wind moving the canvas cover. All he noticed when all of this started to happen, was that Briny snuggled close to his side, her eyes wide and staring at the cart. As Sahelanthropus moved the cover the first time, Kristofer rolled his eyes into his skull, shaking his head. “It’s just some damn wind.” He had commented sourly, but of course everyone ignored him. This whole quitting smoking thing was not treating him or others well; it didn’t seem to know how to play nice.
And then it had happened again. This time he looked over, his curiosity picked. He moved to close the gap between him and the cart, but his cousin made it first, removing the canvas to once again reveal nothing. This was getting repetitive, and very, very old. And then came Avery’s blathering about it being a sign. Kris rolled his eyes again. Even if Alya existed, she seemed to have run off in the last few months, leaving her “precious children” to fend for themselves. In all his bitterness, Kristofer stuck out his tongue at his cousin’s back, speaking under his breath, “It’s a sign from Alya, oh we must go now! Meh meh meh meh meh meh!” His tone was entirely mocking, his lip curled and his voice thrown high but sounding nothing like Avery’s level-toned tenor. But yet, they would walk on without him. So he hiked the harness’ straps tight on his shoulders and belly again, and followed behind the other cart, that had presumably been a sign from Alya that they had to walk another thousand miles to the middle of nowhere. Great.
He looked to Briny, knowing full well he looked about as grumpy as anything. His eyes felt dry from the sand whipping at his face, and his mouth was parched. Oh and not to mention the damned caravan weighing in his back. “Cherche, on or off. I’m not stopping again.” He spoke up, his eyes rolling dramatically as he looked to the white hippocampus, then looking away to look at the path ahead, his whole body tense. Whatever is up there, I hope you have a good reason for all of this.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 22:12:21 GMT -6
Long ears poked up from over Kris's shoulders as Briny heard the all clear from Sahelanthropus. Kris claimed it was from the wind, but Briny didnt think so; it certainly had rocked like something was in the cart, but she wasnt going to say anything. The last thing she wanted to do was to go against him when he was already grumpy. Her lips formed in a pout as she stepped out from beside Kris, edging her way closer to the cart so she could swipe up her bags from the sand.
"Yeah.. maybe just the wind." She said, though her tone made it obvious that she was unsettled. Briny was a mare that was spooked easily, but the others didnt seem to be too bothered by it.
The mare jumped once more as the cart rustled beside her, catching her off guard as it had before, but this time she didnt dart off to hide. Her heart raced in her chest as she scrambled a few steps away in surprise, spinning on her heels. This time, she had not felt even a breeze in her mane. "That was not the wind!" She huffed, but turned to ignore it. If the others didnt seem worried... she wasnt either..
"Maybe its just on unsteady ground." She said, more for herself than for the others.
Her brow quirked as Avery claimed the rustle of the cart was a sign from Alya, a chuckle leaving her lips as she strapped on the last leather of her saddle bags. "After she has been gone for so long? That was quite anticlimactic." She scoffed. She would think that if a god disappeared, they would come back with a little more.. moxy, at least.
Her golden eyes shifted to Kris as he looked to her, a small smile forming on her lips. He looked tired, to say the least, and as bad as she felt for him.. she would not be able to pull that cart for him, as much as she wanted to. Instead, she stuck to his side, ready to follow the rest of the caravan and keep her eyes locked on the restless cart.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 2, 2018 23:01:23 GMT -6
With all of you watching the cart you are absolutely sure nothing crawled in there without you seeing it. You're being extra attentive this time and are pretty sure you can hear a soft pop before the rustles start again. As you dash to poke your head in the cart, you think you hear it again before you once again find the cart empty. However, this time you find evidence of the intruder. Vegetables have been nibbled on indiscriminately and a turnip has been positively gnawed.
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Post by kalovantha on Jan 3, 2018 1:04:45 GMT -6
Vitriak Folk - gatherer post 2 - wc: 258 Vitriak was getting annoyed with all of the hassle. First the cart would rattle, they'd stop and check it and nothing. Two others, that he wasn't even sure on the names of but recognized from the herd, had investigated but brought up nothing. Nothing! How was that even possible? Vit had a sneaking suspicion that maybe some in the group were blind. Not that he would voice it. Bickering and fighting would only serve to slow them down and the top was looming ever closer with each step. The top he so desperately wanted to see. Though this blasted stoaway wasn't helping matters either. Then it happened. Vitriak was all but certain that he had heard another noise before the rustling started, Vitriak didn't waste any time in shoving his head into the cart, intending on grabbing the culprit but there was.....nothing? The grullo stallion snorted angrily and lashed his tail. However he briefly caught a glimpse of a gnawed turnip and his irritatation grew as he pulled it out of the cart with his teke. "So we're not losing our minds." He looked over the rest of the group. His brow furrowed after a moment. What in the world could even do this? Herbivore if it was choosing to go for a turnip over horses right? He stared at the turnip, wondering if maybe he could tell what sort of animal had eaten from it however he came up with nothing and looked at the group. "Anyone good at identifying things from their teeth marks?" He asked curiously. |
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Post by gutpunch on Jan 3, 2018 22:49:13 GMT -6
QIMAT seroran glass crafter
The food cart moved and some of the clay pots containing food rattled, gently clinking against each other. At first, Qimat ignored it, instead focusing on the heat of the sun against her back and the cool trail the water left in her throat and esophagus. But then Ilona shrieked, grabbing her attention. She watched Briny rush over to Kristofer, hiding herself from whatever threat might be lurking in the cart. With one ear perked and the other resting against her skull, she quizzically stared at the cart as Lemon moved to unveil their supposed stowaway. “A snake wouldn’t cause that much noise. It’s too hot for them in the day,” she commented. Snakes, among other creepy crawlies, had been an interest of hers since she was a foal. She wouldn’t consider herself an expert, but she definitely knew enough.
She hummed as her friend revealed that there was absolutely nothing in the cart. “Weird,” she said, but choked the rattling up to a mysterious wind caused by Alya. Personally, Qimat hadn’t felt the slightly bit of a breeze, not since their beloved wind mother disappeared, but who was she to question her goddess? As Avery began to readjust the harnesses and strap himself back to the cart, she gave a small jump when the food cart moved yet again. She stuck her head down towards the cart as Avery moved its cover with his teke. Once again, nothing was there. With her brows furrowed, she shook her head and stepped away, allowing their leader room to continue their journey.
While she fell back into line, Qimat thought on the disturbances. Maybe there was a snake in the cart, but it had slithered into one of the food pots in search of cooler temperatures. She wished she could do the same. Though she worshipped Ignacio -- in secret, of course -- she was not a child of fire. She worried her white patches would allow her to end sunburnt. Crawling into a dark place seemed relaxing, and she was slightly jealous of Cherche for being allowed to take space in one of the carts. She thought of Avery’s words, that it was a sign from Alya. If not a snake, then it had to be a sign. What else could it be? Kristofer’s opinion argued that it was just some wind. No, there was no way it was just wind. Surely they would have heard it cause the tarps and any other fabrics to flap, or felt the comforting breeze comb through their coats. Maybe Alya was assuring them that she was there, just not in the way they were used to.
Perhaps Alya was returning, but not the Alya they knew.
The mare rolled her eyes at Kristofer’s mutterings. She hadn’t heard them, but she could see his grumpy expression and his mouth move and she knew he had to be saying something negative about the trip or Alya or even both. She snorted, trying her best to bite her tongue. Enough words had been spoken at the sultan’s meeting -- there was no use for bickering or debate here. Qimat desperately wanted to tell him to turn around, though. It was her opinion that nonbelievers shouldn’t be on the pilgrimage to God’s Landing. Hell, it had the word “god” in it! Briny must have dragged him along for help. Maybe she looked up at him with her big eyes and begged. She was cute, so she could understand how Kristofer would have trouble saying no. Still, it was irritating to hear such negativity.
With her teke, she tightened the straps of her bags around her belly, securing the figurines closer to her. She didn’t want them to rustle, too, and break.
Pop!
Qimat lifted her head to look at the cart in front of her, just in time to noticed Vitirak shoving his head into the cart, unbothered by how the caravan was still moving. At first, the brindle mare had thought she had imagined the noise, and was glad to see that somebody else seemed to have noticed it, too. The gnawed turnip was lifted into the air for everybody to see. No, it was definitely not a snake causing the ruckus, and it was definitely not the wind.
“Maybe it’s a squirrel. Or a rabbit. A rat?” she offered, but she didn’t know much about bite marks to accurately identify the animal. Then again, nothing had crawled into the cart, they were all positive of that. With a sarcastic tone, she then suggested, “Maybe it’s a ghost! A very hungry ghost.” A quiet laugh left her lips. She had to find humor in what she could. "What do you think it is, Lemon?"
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 20:08:12 GMT -6
Sahelanthropus
The Folk, Pottery crafter Fully invested in the mystery of the moving cart, Sahelanthropus couldn't help but focus on the cart as they moved on. A bump in the road and he was there, looking under and in the cart and staring at the contents inside. Then he would return back to walking beside Qimat, eyes narrowed and lipping pouting out as he continued to focus on the cart, keeping it under his scrutinizing gaze. But then he would get distracted by something, ears flicking to other conversations or Qimat, opening his mouth to add his own two cents before thinking back on it and abruptly shutting his trap. God, it was like a thousand things were going through his head- AH THERE IT WAS AGAIN. Dashing forward and sending a bloom of dust behind him, Sahelanthropus eagerly searched the cart with Vitriak and Qimat "WE DON'T HAVE DESERT MADNESS!" He shouted after Vit, grinning from ear to ear. Sure, they weren't mad now but Sahelanthropus was going to be by the time they figured this out!
Practically launching himself out of the cart and landing beside Qimat, grinning still. He pondered her question, twisting his lip before bursting into laughter at her remark, picking himself up and trying to catch his breath. Walking over to the cart, Sahelanthropus gave it a good whack with his hoof (though not hard enough to dent it of course) "Well, it might be a ghost! But if this ghost wants a free meal they're gonna have to go searchin' elsewhere!" he laughed, winking at Qimat.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 5, 2018 8:49:54 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
“I believe we should get moving.”
Tae twisted her head to look up at the sky and noticed the sun was indeed lowering itself in the sky. She agreed, it was probably for the best if they started back on their journey. It would be rude to have the others already at the God’s Landing waiting for them, or interrupt those in deep prayer with their late arrival. She adjusted her saddle bag and placed the water sack from earlier back inside of it. With her blessing, she gently removed the rocks from behind the wheels of the carts that Vitirak had placed earlier, and soon the group started forward again.
Until the cart shook again.
This time it was Avery that rushed over to peer into the supplies and he came out empty handed as well. “We must go, I feel this is a sign.” he announced. Almost with haste, Avery was plodding forward again. Taeith followed behind, taking up her spot again on the right side of Avery’s cart. Instead of looking for loose rocks that could make the journey difficult for the paint, Tae was intently watching the cart, just as everyone else was. If it moved again, they would be ready this time!
And moved it did! Except this time there was a small popping noise before the rustle.
“Did...anyone hear that?” she asked as Vitirak rushed to the cart, determined to catch whatever was in there. This time, he did not come out empty hooved.
In his teke, Vitirak held a gnawed on turnip, and asked for help in identifying the bite mark. “I’m terrible at recognizing anything but tracks…” Tae replied while Lemon and Qimat joined the grullo stallion. Qimat suggested that it could’ve been a squirrel, a rabbit, or rat, but Taeith never heard of any of those creatures making a “popping” noise and then just disappearing. Her next suggestion was that of it being a ghost. Tae rolled her eyes at that suggestion.
“Ghosts don’t need to eat, and I don’t think rats or squirrels ‘pop’ in and out of existence either. I wonder if it’s a creature we haven’t discovered before.”
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 6, 2018 17:01:00 GMT -6
Alya damn it, what the hell is going on? You're all focused on the cart now and absolutely nothing is getting in without you seeing. Vitriak's discovery of the turnip is also curious as you study the gnaw marks.
As you do, you hear another pop and you turn quickly to look at the now uncovered cart...only to find no movement at all. Another pop sounds and you realize it's coming from behind you, somewhere around the wheels of the other carts.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!Pop!Pop!
The sound seems to be bouncing from one end of the caravan to the other. Then it goes silent. If you peer closely at the cart wheel that you're pretty sure you heard it from, you think you can see a tuft of brown fur.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 15:35:00 GMT -6
The mare's head tipped to the side as the others investigated the cart, finding bites taken out of the food. Her brow furrowing, she pulled open her saddle bags and peered in, finding Riven curled around her water bottle, sleeping peacefully. Well, it wasnt him. Slinging her bag back to her side, she stepped away from Kristofer's side and peered into the cart herself, large ears pricked forward with curiosity.
"I don’t think rats or squirrels ‘pop’ in and out of existence either."
She glanced toward Taeith as she spoke. "Maybe they've always been here, they were just sleeping before." She offered with a shrug. Just as she had said it, though, a pop sounded from behind her. She jumped at the sudden sound, whipping around as more pops sounded.
Narrowing her brow, the mare pinpointed a single cart, thinking the sound had come from there the loudest. Slowly, she approached it, finding a tuft of brown fur sticking out from behind the wheel. Briny froze in her tracks, refusing to get closer; who knows if it was dangerous or not!
"Guys! Over here!"
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Post by gutpunch on Jan 10, 2018 23:02:26 GMT -6
QIMAT seroran glass crafter
Qimat grinned when Lemon laughed -- she was glad her joked had resonated so well, especially since, at the moment, things were downright odd. She was desperate to relieve tension wherever she could. Though she wasn’t participating in the war as a soldier, the stress and overthinking still got to her. It was all buried deep down inside, but she knew everybody else was experiencing it, too. It was nice to have a moment of laughter, better now that there had been two. "Well, it might be a ghost! But if this ghost wants a free meal they're gonna have to go searchin' elsewhere!" She laughed before Taeith cut her off. “Ghosts don’t need to eat, and I don’t think rats or squirrels ‘pop’ in and out of existence either. I wonder if it’s a creature we haven’t discovered before.”
“Have you ever met a ghost?” she asked the mare, noticing how she rolled her eyes at her. She ignored it, though, happier with the idea that it might be an undiscovered creature. How exciting! "Maybe they've always been here, they were just sleeping before." That could be true, too. Before Qimat could properly think about it any further, a cacophony of popping noises echoed around the caravan, bouncing from cart to cart and causing Briny to startle and jump. She watched as the mare began investigating the carts, stopping short of one of the wheels. Without hesitation, Qimat followed, tossing her head toward the buckskin mare at Lemon, motioning at him to follow.
"Guys! Over here!"
Had she found it? A quick glance to the hippocampus, then down to the wheel, proved that there was definitely something there. Qimat walked up next to Briny, careful to only gently brush against her -- she didn’t want her to spook again, but she wanted her to know that she wasn’t facing down the mysterious… sound… creature on her own. For a second, she considered just grabbing the brown fur with her teke and yanking the animal (if that’s what it was) out into the open. That seemed too harsh, though. All it had done was nibbled on a turnip and caused a minor stir within the caravan. So, she bowed down onto her front legs, using her teke to reposition the bags on her back so that they wouldn’t slide off and fall to the ground. “C’mon, we won’t hurt you!” she said, gently calling out. “You can even have the turnip you bit.”
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 11, 2018 13:50:34 GMT -6
Sahelanthropus
The Folk, Pottery crafter Laughing more with Qimat and ignoring the other quips sent their way, Sahelanthropus couldn't help but keep on grinning and bump his hip into Qimat, winking "'m pretty sure i've seen a ghost! White as a cloud and running around my work shop!... actually come to think of it it might have been a mouse.... gave me quite the heart attack though!" he snorted loudly, large ears flicking forward as more and more popping noises jumped around their cart. Just what the heck was this thing!!
Grinning and trotting behind Qimat, Sahelanthropus stood on the other side of her and rushed forward to poke his head through the others and take a look at what had semed to be making all the ruckus. Eyes widening, he couldn't help but grin up and Qimat and the others. Nodding his head at Qimat's words, he quickly grabbed a turnip from one of the open bags and set it down in front of them, snapping it in half to entice the weird lil thing. Suddenly narrowing his eyes, Sahelanthropus gasped "Hold on" he burst out, eyes going wide "what if like, this thing wants to eat us and is using the turnip as bait!" he whispered harshly, eyes turning up to look at the others "We could be getting bamboozled!"
Let's just say Sahelanthropus had a very active imagination.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 11, 2018 19:46:52 GMT -6
 As Lemon offers the turnip, there's a sudden hush of movement. Most of you have heard the buzz and have come over to peek at the wheel. After a few seconds, a wiggling nose pokes out then draws back in. After a few more seconds, it appears to have convinced itself there's no danger. With a couple hops, the jackalope reaches the turnip, snagging it and then Pop!Pop! It vanishes and reappears a few yards away, munching happily on the turnip as it eyes you mischievously. Huh. You don't remember jackalopes doing that before. |
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 12, 2018 0:09:31 GMT -6
It’s a sign from Alya, oh we must go now! Meh meh meh meh meh meh!Just barely he heard the mocking tone of his cousin, hearing bits and pieces of the insulting words he spewed from his tongue. It bothered him the way his cousin was acting, so disrespectful towards how he saw things and how he predicted and theorized the strange fumbling in the cart to be something from Alya. He was desperate at heart to have his goddess back in the picture, and to please her in any way imaginable. Instead of acknowledging the mockery, he kept his head focused on the task at hand... at least, until there was another interruption. He came to a slow stop, perking his ears up to what was going on in the back of the caravan. What Briny had said left him to turn his eyes away for a moment, holding back from saying anything more. That was her opinion after all, even if it stung him a bit. Tears almost gripped him, though he took a breath and closed his eyes, keeping his head turned away from everyone else. He swallowed back any pride he had, blinking a few times to avoid from reacting negatively to that comment. Perhaps he was being too hopeful, too sensitive about the goddess' return, but they had to reach the landing or else there would likely never be another chance for them to go to a holy place like this and pray. To call out to the ones who created them and ask for guidance and wisdom through all of this.
Once more his eyes scanned over what was going on. There was more commotion with the cart, which he arched his brow to. Of course at first with the commotion it made him jump a little, forcing a small shot of adrenaline through him before he quickly relaxed. The others investigated while he turned to watch, curious to the outcome and anxious for it. It seemed there were more telltale signs of something eating their food. Of course, it was an animal. But what kind of animal disappeared so quickly?
A small tuft of fur peaked out from the cart, before appearing as a jackalope after some baiting out with a turnip. The others seemed to be in such wonder of the creature, he didn't bother to join in. It had strange powers almost when it was raiding the cart, which he didn't know or not if they could do that regularly. It wasn't his time to really say anything about it, however. With the questionable assumptions he made, it made his cheeks inflame with a soft tint of red as he thought of the error. Surely it was a simple mistake that anyone could have made, but that didn't stop him from feeling silly about it. He let out a quiet sigh to calm his nerves. "The culprit reveals itself, at least. I do hope it didn't ruin any more food than it needed to." He chuckled lightly to himself when he spoke in a mellow tone, soft and almost sad, though this was hard to catch. More than usual his eyes seemed to lower to the sand, thinking of the trip they had ahead of them. Now with his spirits less lifted than it was beforehand, all he could truly think of was just getting to the landing. As a patient equine, he was almost becoming slightly impatient with how careless the group seemed to be for the pilgrimage. This was important to him, and he only wished they could see that, even if most of them likely couldn't just yet.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 13, 2018 15:28:01 GMT -6
The jackalope eyes you all for long moments as it munches away at the turnip. After a moment, it seems to decide you aren't dangerous--or at least that you aren't fast enough to catch it if you are. With a pop! pop! it perches itself atop a cart, nose wiggling in excitement as it stares ahead in the direction you were all headed. You guess that means it is coming along. |
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