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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2024 6:30 pm
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Calixita generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2024 6:33 pm
Cactus Cat For this prompt you'll RNG 1-3 to determine how happy/willing the Cactus Cat is to be around you. This is for the prompt only. Once obtained, it can act however you'd like. You'll write 250 words (more is fine if you want, but the blurb must be finished) about how you find, obtain, receive (etc) the Cactus Cat. If you roll a 1: The cat is somewhere between in love with you to very much approves of you.If you roll a 2: The cat is somewhere between complacent to mostly tolerable to you. If you roll a 3: The cat is somewhere between "touchy" about you to outright grouchy or even distrustful.
But then the rose bush rustled and she pulled her head back quickly, surprised. "Oh, are you a home to a cute little critter?" he laughed softly, circling around the bush to try and get a peek of what may be hiding inside. "Come out, little one. You've nothing to fear from me," she murmured, voice soft and welcoming. She may get along better with plants than she did with fauna, but she appreciated the small creatures that lived in harmony with the forest. It was probably a squirrel, she mused, with their cute fluffy tails. She looked around the ground to see if there were any acorns about she might be able to offer, but when she looked back at the bush again, wide pink eyes were blinking at her from between the branches.
"Oh! You're not a squirrel after all, are you?" Squirrel eyes were definitely beadier than what she was looking at now. She tilted her head at the critter, her smile soft. "It's nice to meet you, little one. My name is Chrysopeleia. A bit of a mouthful, I know -- you can just call me Leia, if you like."
From the bush came a rumbling meow, and a curious spiky green cat slowly crept out into the open, its pronged tail raised up in greeting. At Chrysopeleia's cooing, the unusual feline began to purr. "Oh," Chrysopeleia gasped, eyes widening behind her veil in awe. "Aren't you fascinating? You look like a little cactus!" she exclaimed with glee. She'd never seen one in person before, but she's seen drawings and heard stories of them. The cat approached Chrysopeleia's feet, leaning its head forward to sniff at her legs. Whatever it smelled there seemed to satisfy its curiosity, and the cat started to try and rub against Chrysopeleia's legs in affection, purring louder.
"Oh my!" Chrysopeleia didn't want to turn down the cat's gesture, but the spikes were definitely as sharp as they looked. She pulled her leg away swiftly to avoid any bloodshed. When the cat meowed up at her and looked at her with their big round eyes, Chrysopeleia carefully reached down to scratch their head gently, deftly avoiding the spikes on its head. The cat let out a rumbling meow and pushed up against her claw, rubbing their face against it.
"You darling thing. You aren't out here all by yourself, are you?" Chrysopeleia looked around curiously, but no other cats had made themselves known. "You can come home with me, if you like," she offered, rubbing the rounded top of her claw under the cat's chin, and when she pulled her claws away, she was surprised to see the cat nod in response to her question. Chrysopeleia smiled. "You'll be very welcome in the territory I call my home. I live with many other soquili just like me." She fluttered her tail feathers, and giggled when the cat's ears perked up and crouched down, ready to pounce. "You like to play with feathers? There are so many more where I come from. You'll have as many feather toys your heart desires!"
The cat playfully swatted at her tail feathers, and the pair of them smiled at each other before Chrysopeleia began leading them back to Flock territory.
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Calixita generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2024 10:07 pm
Cursed Dagger When you wake up, there's a beautiful dagger plunged into the ground beside you. You had to touch it, didn't you? Now that you've touched it the curse is activated. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens with the dagger. After you stop the dagger's power, you can keep itl If you roll a 1: The curse winds up being more of you cursing at whoever did this to you. You can't do anything right. Everything you try to do goes wrong, often in hilarious ways. If you roll a 2: The curse is deadly. You have to find a way to neutralize the dagger. How?If you roll a 3: The dagger is actually a draining dagger, which means your breed gifts are slowly being nullified (a flutter would be unable to shrink, a unicorn to heal). Only an unselfish act can neutralize it.
As soon as the dagger was free, a wave of weakness washed over Asmodeus' body that sent him to his knees, gasping. You're going to die, some strange, sinister voice in his head whispered. You're going to die. You're going to die. Blood. Blood. Blood. Asmodeus looked down at the knife still clutched in his tail sharply. It seemed to be glowing faintly, pulsing along with his own heartbeat. The voice echoed in his head on a loop, threats of death and an eager thirst for blood.
He shook his head to try and clear it, focus on his own thoughts rather than -- the dagger's? That had to be what was speaking to him, wasn't it? He didn't hear anything until he touched the knife. His mind raced, trying to fit together the pieces of the puzzle. Pain was beginning to radiate through his body, his heart thumping harshly in his chest. It was a curse -- it had to be. And curses could be broken. He growled and struggled back up onto his feet again. He tried to release the knife, but found he was unable to unclench his tail enough to loosen his grip.
Right. So he needed to break the curse in order to drop the dagger -- and stop himself from dying.
If it wanted blood, then he would supply it. He sliced it across his chest, shallow enough that it wouldn't cause lasting damage, but enough to draw blood. It dripped down the blade in slow, thick rivulets... but nothing changed. He couldn't drop the dagger, and his breath was coming in short, panting gasps. His own blood didn't work, then. Maybe something else's would. He grit his teeth and traversed out of his den and out into the sunlight. He was too weak to fly, so he had to settle for stalking through the woods like the predator he was. His labored breathing made sneaking up on prey... difficult. Not to mention the pain, getting worse by the minute.
With a grunt, he pushed himself to keep going. He wasn't going to give up until the pain finally dropped him. Asmodeus forced himself to slow down; he wasn't getting anywhere trying to rush things. He worked to control his breathing -- deep in through his nose, slowly out through his mouth. In, and out -- in, and out.
Quiet now. In the distance he saw a rabbit, sniffing around the forest floor, stopping now and then to nibble on the flora. Asmodeus gripped the dagger a little righter. It was a struggle, but his kept his breathing slow, steady. He had to fight back a grunt from a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, and struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. Asmodeus crept up behind the rabbit slowly, eyes locked on the creature's back, watching for any signs that the rabbit might have noticed his presence.
He raised the dagger --
-- and between one breath and the next, plunged it into the rabbit's back. It was a quick, clean kill. Blood bubbled up from around the blade, turning the white fur a dark, murky red.
Another breath in --
-- and the dagger slipped from his tail and he could breathe normally again, the pain and weakness washing away like the tide. He closed his eyes briefly, relishing in the feeling of normalcy settling back into his bones. He looked down at the rabbit and cautiously prodded at the dagger with his tail, but nothing happened. When he plucked it out of the rabbit's body... again, nothing happened. Curious. Had he completely broken the curse on the dagger itself -- or just him? As it appeared he wasn't in immediate danger anymore, he decided to keep the dagger. Maybe he could find out more, use it to serve his own interests. A dagger with a deadly curse that could only be broken by spilling something else's blood could prove to be very useful.
In the mean time? He wasn't going to pass on a free lunch.
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