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Feeling a bit Prickly

Username: Jackariah Beckett
Number Rolled: 2
If you are writing over 500 words, do you want two? Y/N: Yes
Rp/Blurb link: Here


Pavo relaxed in the cool of the building. She hadn't meant to come in, but the heat had started to make her dizzy and the shady inside called to her. She wandered around slowly, not really looking at anything as her steps drew her closer, than past each object. Most of the items on display in this room seemed to be of lower quality that meant nothing to her. She had never heard of any "history" they had come from. Sure, she could stop and read the little blurb written next to each object, but her intent when walking in was never to learn. It was nice to simply feel the blood pumping through her reach under a boiling point.

Absently she started to wonder if there was any place in this large building to find something to drink. Surely the beings that took care of this place would need somehow to wash all the dust down their throats. She would check the next left corridor and see where that would lead her.

As she rounded the corner she happily saw a large pool in the center of the floor. A fountain displaying some unknown marble horse in its center. Her steps quickened as she grew near and she plunged her muzzle in. Her deep gulps running cooly down her parched throat. Finally she lifted her head and breathed a refreshed breath. The water had been crisp, surprisingly sweetened by the taste of the marble used to create the lovely fountain.

Pavo finally looked around her, her attention focusing on a small pile of cacti that seemed to have been left on the side of the fountain. Now that her mind wasn't ruled over the need for her to find sustenance, it seemed a little odd. Not only were there the one pile, but it seemed there were more around the pool.

Pavo jumped back in surprise as suddenly the pile of cacti stretched itself, blinking eyes open to peer at her. Amazingly, a paw popped up from beneath the blob of spikes, a small hole opening in a yawn before it got up to lap at the water itself. Pavo stared at the small spiky animal as she pondered over it. Did it live here in the building? There seemed to be quite a few of them sleeping along the edge of the fountain. That is, if each blob really was an animal and not just a cacti plant like she had assumed once the water had replenished her brain power.

Pavo coughed slightly, now a little nervous around the creature as it sat back to relax on the cool marble. "I... I hope I'm not disturbing you. Would you mind if I stayed just a bit longer?" The cacti cat swung its head lazily to look at her. There was no judgement in its eyes as it looked at her. Just a slow blink to show it had even registered her question before starting to clean itself. Well, if that is how it's going to act, maybe it doesn't mind the company of horses. Maybe it'll talk to me in time, Pavo thought to herself. She sighed happily as she took a cue from the cat and lazily inspected the blurb on the card by the fountain. 'I might as well read something while I enjoy the cool and the silence' Pavo thought to herself before going to look at the objects lining the wall next.

Well if it ain't my little buddy Beni.

Username: Jackariah Beckett
Which Scorpion? Black
{b]One Scorpion or Two? (Each prompt for this one gives you up to two scorpions of the same color, this is the only prompt that you can get up tot wo for each 250 words as long as they are the same color. Two
Number Rolled:
Rp/Blurb link: Here

Liliana sneered at the black scurrying form in front of her. Leave it to her luck for her to find the one cave that was a breeding ground for scorpions. Normally she could cure the sight of them by just walking away, but unfortunately for her she was trapped in this stupid cave with them till she found another exit. Ugh, what a s**t show this day had turned out to be. First, the opening to the cave she had wandered into had collapsed, and now this. Squirming, wiggling, vile creatures. She didn't mind they were poisonous. She welcomed anything that was smart enough to keep itself alive. But did they have to be so creepy looking? With legs that seemed to move in all directions at once. And those claws that made that hiddious sound against the stone of the cave. Liliana tried her best not to snarl at the one skittering past her. For all she knew, scorpians were vindictive and one harmed scorpian would lead to dozens attacking her. And all she had wanted was to come in and look for treasure. She hadn't even been expecting good treasure. She would have settled for a map that led to good treasure. Treasure hunting ran in her veins. Well, power hunting is really ran through her veins, but usuallyy treasure led to power.

Liliana sighed exacerbatedly, her mood darkening as the cave ran deeper into the mountain with no end in sight. Luckily for her, her jeweled belt had been enchanted to glow gently in the dark. Otherwise she really might have contemplated biting every scorpion she could get her teeth on till they ended her. She tsked at the closest one, skittering close to her hoof and earning her ire. "Useless bug. I bet you couldn't even lead me to an exit if you could understand me." Liliana quirked an eyebrow as the scorpion stopped as her words formed, as if it had been listening to her. Now she really was going crazy.

Or was she? Suddenly, the scorpion changed direction and headed off into an offshoot tunnel she had not seen. Her skin started to crawl as each scorpion it passed seemed to stop and then join in the direction the one she had talked to was going. Well, it wasn't like her to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mostly because looking at other horses was beneath her, but that was never something she spent much time thinking about. Soon, she was following and surrounded by dozens of scorpions. The noise of their legs on the stone driving away any coherent thought she might have had as she followed them blindly.

At first she thought maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her as she could suddenly see things in more detail. The scorpions were almost starting to look cute with their snapping pinchers and arching tail. Had she not noticed those things as much earlier? She lifted her gaze off the scorpions in front of her and suddenly she could see light again. Outside light! These damn stupid insects maybe weren't as stupid as she thought, they had lead her to the outside. Interesting, she thought to herself. Maybe I'll bring them a little snack as a thank you.

All You Have to do is Turn on the Light

Username: Jackariah Beckett
Number Rolled: 1
If you are writing over 500 words, do you want two? Y/N: Yes
Rp/Blurb link: Here

Pockets' eyes fluttered open gradually, his eyes slowly focusing. Everything was a blur of tan, the only sound reaching his ears the sound of tiny particles rubbing together as sand whipped around him in the strong wind. Where was he? Pockets stood up quickly, looking around as best he could through squinted eyes. Where was his sister, Buttons. She had been with him last he could remember. She was always with him. Suddenly it felt hard to breath, the granuals of sand scratching his insides until he was raw.

Pockets took off running. In what direction, he couldn't tell you. This place didn't have any directions, the only direction that mattered was the one that led him to his sister. Why was the only thing in this area sand? He couldn't even see a hint of green anywhere with the wind whipping sand in his face and all around him. He had never been in an area other than a forest or a meadow before. Even his uncle had chided him about never seeing the ocean. If he could think of anything other than finding Buttons at this moment, he might have asked himself why he'd never bothered to see the ocean. Or to climb a craggy mountain. Or even seen some thing his uncle called snow. The likes of which he couldn't even remember how his uncle had described it. All he had in his mind at the moment was heat and sand.

Tracks of tears tried to slide down his face over granuals of sand that had stuck there. If he couldn't find Buttons and he couldn't find his uncle, how could he possibly go on? He wasn't ready to be on his own yet. But.... was he alone? Pockets slowed to a stop as his chest heaved ragedly. There was a new sound in the wind. A soft fluttering of quick wings almost as if they beat the wind away with their buzzing. He took this opportunity to look around him fully, now that he had stayed in one place.

Were those... no, they couldn't be... In the distance two red orbs stared at him over a small hill made of shifting sand. Pockets took a tentative step. Then two steps. They were eyes, staring are him unblinkingly, as though the wind and sand had no effect on them. And they were attatched to a large dark shape. It was hard to make out with all the sand, but Pockets was sure the buzzing was coming from the figure in front of him. "Where---where am I?" Pockets tried to yell his question to the figure. The figure had no responce but to fly steadily closer and closer to Pockets. Pockets' breath stopped in his throat as he gasped. He would never call himself a chicken, as much as his sister loved to do so, but he couldn't help but take a step backwards.

Again he tried to yell a question through the wind. Using all the power in his chest as he tried to be heard. "Have you seen my sister? She looks like me but has no clothing and has stripes instead." Suddenly the red eyes were close to Pockets face, the buzzing sound roaring in his ears. Pockets would have screamed then if he had not used all his breath with trying to ask his question. He tried to take a step back from the dark looming figure and found no purchase against his hoof. Instead he found himself tumbling. Down, down, down and down he rolled down the hill of sand.

Pockets awoke with a jolt. He looked around him and saw the darkness of night in the forest he had stopped with his sister. Her snores rumbling softly next to him as she slept. Suddenly Pockets felt as though he was able to take his first pain-free breath in what felt like ages. He was with his sister, and that, thing, was back wherever he had left it.