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 Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:34 am
 You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 3: You are transported into the body of an injured and lost Valkyrie. Do you panic? Do you find your way home? (You do not have any breed healing powers as the Valkyrie you're in does not). Word Count 605
Piemera laid out on the grass watching the clouds above, just enjoying the day. The sun was warm and the wind had just the slightest chill, a perfect day. She had found a field on a remote island that was paradise and had become her secret hideout from the rest of the world. Sitting up Piemera stretched her wings and decided to go on a walk. Now there wasn’t much land to really explore but it was better than returning home. She saw something shiny sitting with some strange white flowers.
“What do we have here?” Piemera said as she looked closely at the strange helm and flowers. “I have never seen anything like you.” She plucked a flower and stuck it in her hair. The helm was too tempting, so she tried it on. It slipped on easily and felt comfortable. The sea air started to smell odd, almost like burnt hair. Piemera closed her eyes to try and figure out where it was coming from as she turned a sharp pain ripped through her body. She landed hard on the ground. The world around her was on fire and the smell of burning hair wasn't hers.
The shock hit her hard and her fight or flight response kicked in. Piemera tried to stretch her wings but nothing moved and pain shot through her body. Looking back she saw bloody numbs where wings should be. “No, no, no, no…this can't be happening.” she cried, tears running down her face. It looked like she was in the aftermath of a great battle, bodies littered the ground and fire engulfed them. Nothing was moving. Needing to get away from it all, Piemera started running towards an outcropping of rocks. Her body ached but other than her wings she was mostly unscathed. “Be a rational girl, this has to be some sort of dream.” She scolded herself. “Deep breaths, I just need to take deep breaths. I need to look at things closer.” Slowing her breathing she leaned on a rock to try and steady her panic.
“My legs aren't striped anymore…how can that be?” Piemera stopped freaking out. “This isn’t really me.” She thought aloud. Looking back she realized all of her coat had changed. She had been a mix of stripes and tribal markings, hence her namesake, but now she was a dark brown. Her hair was also no longer red, now streaks of black hair floated past her face.
Closing her eyes she tried to think back to the last thing she remembered before she 'arrived' here, wherever there was. "I was just enjoying the day," she said slowly. "Enjoying a day in my secret hideaway. That's right." She breathed calmly. "There were strange flowers and," she tried to concentrate. "And a strange helm." Her eyes shot open. "I put on a helm and this all started."
Looking around Piemera saw a puddle. Careful not to disturb the surface she peered her head over it to see her reflection. Not only was the mare in the image a stranger to her but she indeed was wearing the helm. It was sold in the reflection, she couldn't see her eyes. The strangers' eyes. Even though she was wearing it, she could see straight through it. "If this all started because I put the helm on, perhaps taking it off will return me." She took one last look at the world around her and closed her eyes. Carefully she removed the helm.
Nothing really felt different but the smell of burning hair disappeared and the smell of flowers replaced it. She was back where she started.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:28 am
  Maybe this is a dream, or maybe it's real. Either way, you've been tasked to enter the pyramid/tomb before you and bring back a usekh. Usekhs were favored by the elite and often made with precious jewels. This is believed to be the tomb of the high dignitary Akhethetep, who was second only to the king. If you roll a 2: You're pretty deep into the tomb, when suddenly your torch goes out. When you try your flashlight, it doesn't work either, even though it's brand new. A gust of wind blows across your neck. Word Count 762
Aurora wasn’t sure how she got there. She had been comfortably alone in her cave with Gethin and a stranger had entered. He moved silently and wore a long clock with a hood. She never could see his face. His voice was raspy and he had a strange accent. He told her about a tomb that needed to be explored and about a usekh that was supposed to belong to Akhemthetep. He needed her to find him this valuable necklace and next thing Aurora knew she wasn’t at home anymore. Her stars glowed revealing a wall covered in bricks and strange pictures.
“How’d I get here!” Aurora scratched, a bit louder then she meant to.
“I was about to ask the same question.” Aurora jumped at the sound of Gethin’s voice. “Yeah, I’m here too. Sorry.” A small torch lit up in front of him. “We have a brighter light source now at least. Do you think that creepy guy had something to do with this?” He started exploring the room around them.
“That’s my best guess.” She began moving around too, trying to find a way out. She must have stepped on some sort of pressure plate, her foot sunk and she heard a clicking sound. A door opened before them.
“That was weird…”Gethin stared in disbelief. “Should we…”
“Enter? Yeah, I think so…I don’t think staying here would be better. The guy did say we needed to find a Use-kah or something right? Maybe if we do we can leave.”
Moving carefully they walked down the long hallway, the floor was smooth and the walls were covered by even more etched images and strange painted pictures. Soon the walls opened into a large room. For no apparent reason Gethin's torch went out and Aurora's stars started to dim. The room was now pitch black.
Aurora could feel something breathing on her neck. “Geethiin,” she stuttered. “Please say you climbed the wall or something and are now above me?” Her voice cracked.
“No, still on the ground…why?” His voice traveled from somewhere low.
Pushing the fear away Aurora said “Heh…no reason.” it still felt like someone was standing over her. Standing still for a bit their eyes began to adjust to the room. It was dark but not deep cave dark. The room was large and it looked like there was a light at the far side of the room. “I think there might be a door over there.”
“Yeah I see it too, let me go first to make sure there aren't any more pressure plates. I’m light enough I shouldn’t set them off. Shouldn’t…” he repeated. Every couple of feet Gethin would call Aurora forward and then he’d move again. No matter how far Aurora moved, the feeling of warm breath on the back of her neck continued. Waiting for Gethin to call her forward left her with an unnerved feeling and it was very hard to hold still. "I'm just going to slip inside and see what's in there, give me a second before you open it the rest of the way."
*mawhaha* a voice laughed right over her shoulder. *heavy breathing* “If you turn around I’ll have to kill you,” something whispered over her neck. “One little bite and I’ll snap your neck. If you turn and see me. The little one can’t see me…don’t tell him…”
Aurora stood still for several mins, with something still breathing on her neck. When Gethin returned he was holding the usekh. “Is that what we're here to find?” He asked. It was possibly the most grand necklace she had ever laid her eyes on. The breathing only seemed to get louder over her shoulder. She reached out her hoof and touched it gently.
Like that She was back in the cave as if nothing had happened. Was it all a dream? Did she hit her head? Maybe she had been alone for too long. Whatever the case she held still waiting to see if she felt something on the back of her neck. Nothing happened, until she felt little feet on her shin. "Gethin don't sneak up on me like that." Looking down she saw him holding the necklace. "Do you remember what happened Gethin?"
"Yes..." He sounded like he was in disbelief.
"Any ideas what to do now?" Aurora was scared to look behind her, and scared to touch the Usekh again.
"Nope...do you think that guy will be back for this?" Gethin turned it around in his hands.
"Why else would he send us for it?" Aurora asked.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:49 am
  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 3: The cat is somewhere between "touchy" about you to outright grouchy or even distrustful. Word Count 554
Kwatoko was hungry and out hunting his dinner. The sky was cloudy and covering the moon, making it a perfect night for catching lots of mice. He was swift and quite, perfectly deadly. That’s when he saw something that he didn’t want to eat, something prickly. Finding a branch he sat back and watched it hunt. The pokey creature was crouched low, waiting for some field mice to poke their heads out. It looked like a cactus had come alive and turned into a cat. When a mouse finally poked its head out Kwatoko lightly whooed in interest. *Whooo* The mouse must have heard him because it rushed right back in.
This didn’t make the other hunter happy. The cat, with cactus-like features, hissed and scratched at the air near the tree where Kwatoko sat. “Why’d you do that!” the cat spat and scratched at him again. “I was hungry, and that was one juicy mouse!” *Meeeow*
“Sorry, I *whooed* out of interest and wasn’t thinking. *whoo whoo* I’ve never seen a creature like you. *Whooit* What are you?” *Whoo whoo* Kwatoko turned his head to get a better look. "Can I call you Spiky McSpikeface?" he giggled to himself. *whoie whoo whoo who*
The cactus cat pulled back discusted by the owl. Her stomic growled with hunger, "Can I call you feather butt? My name is Cactina if you must know. Now, because of you, I need to find a new pray." She started to leave with a low *mew*.
"Kwatoko, I think you owe this cat a meal." Gouyenisi had been watching from nearby and couldn't help but speak up. "Kwatoko, go find this kitty a meal. You owe her at least that."
"Gouyenisi, you're no fun." *whoot who* He shook his feathers definitely. "Fine, I'll be back. Cactina I'll find you a nice fat mouse. *whoo whoot* Fill that rumbling tummy." He flew up soundlessly.
Cactinia sat down, eyeing Kwatoko unsure what to think of her. She looked her up and down, trying to decide if she liked her or not. She continued to sit and stare at her until Kwatoko eventually came back, dropping a dead mouse right at her feet. "Gouyenisi was it?" She asked with a hiss to her town. "I can assure you I didn't need your help."
"What about mine?" Kwatoko raked his claws on a branch. "Did you need my help?" *whoot Whoot*
Cactinia purred nicely looking up at the owl with sweet eyes, "Yes Kwatoko. Thank you so very much for getting me this mouse. *Merr* It is quite plump, better than the one that got away. But that pony," she spat "didn't need to intervene."
*Whoot whoot* "She's a nice pony, I promise. I like her, *whoo whoot* you should too." Kwatoko fluffed his feathers up, making him look bigger and cuter.
Cactinia chewed her food, tearing little bits off at a time. *Meerr* "If you like her I'll give her a chance." She continued to eat. After finishing she started bathing herself *slurp slurp purr* "I've always wanted a servant, she'll do nicely."
Gouyenisi didn't blink an eye at that comment, "Happy to serve, Cactinia. Kwatoko when you guys are done hunting, meet me back home.” Turning to leave she added “And Catinia's welcome to join if she wishes." Off she trotted.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:50 am
  You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens when you do. If you roll a 3: You are transported into the body of an injured and lost Valkyrie. Do you panic? Do you find your way home? (You do not have any breed healing powers as the Valkyrie you're in does not). Word Count 516
Isidore sat on his island, watching the ocean for the sign of his love Ayane or his daughter Aiko. He had found a weird helm washed up on the shore and couldn’t wait to show Ayane. It looked like it would fit her beautifully and it was exquisitely made. He turned it around in his hands several times thinking it reminded him of Valkyries of legends. He was so excited he almost fell into the water.
Ayane had just been off exploring but was happy to return to Isidore. She had found some lovely shells she wanted to decorate the island with. “Isidore, I wish you could have seen some of the underwater caverns I found. There were lots of wonderful treasures in them.” She pushed the small collection of shells towards him.
“Oh they are quite lovely, I can’t wait to add them to the island.” Isidore picked one of them up looking at it closely. “I got something for you too.” He ran inland and brought back the helm, now clean and dry. “This helm washed up this morning. I thought maybe…you might like it?” He smiled, offering to put it on for her.
“Oh I love it!” He slipped it on Ayane. “How does it look?” She asked. Everything was normal until she blinked. Next thing she knew she was standing on a mountain with snow around her. Bloody snow.
“What just happened?” She looked around completely confused. Ayane had never seen snow, or been up this high. She leaned over the edge of the mountain, getting dizzy from the height (or the bloodloss). "Oh god!" She dropped to the ground out of fear (or again possibly because of blood loss).
"This isn't me!" She gasped looking at her legs, 4 legs, 4 legs covered in blood. She didn't feel so good. She could feel the helm on her head and remembered Isidore giving it to her. The snow was starting to melt from blood pooling around her. It was the strangest feeling, the world was getting cold around her. Colder and colder until she couldn't help but close her eyes.
In a blink everything changed again and she was looking at Isidore. He was over the moon excited for how nicely she looked in the helm. "Do you like it?" He asked.
"I..I, do. It's quite lovely." She couldn't bring herself to tell him. Carefully she took it off and looked closely at the inside. Smiling, she put it back on. Ayane was Prepared for it to happen again, but nothing happened.
“You would have made a lovely Valkyrie.” He said
“A what?”
“A Valkyrie. An ancient group of warrior women. That helmet looks just like a Valkyrie helm.” Isidore said. “I’m going to put these shells away.”
After he left Ayane she started thinking back to what she had seen. Could she have just witnessed the last moments of a Valkyrie. Alone and bleeding out on a snowy cliff. "I will treasure this helm." She said to herself, "In memory of the unknown Valkyrie who died alone so, so long ago."
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 6:16 pm
 You've gone treasure hunting in the vast desert. When you find a buried entrance, you can't believe your luck. However, when you go in, the door slams shut. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens next. If you roll a 1: You are surrounded by scorpions. How do you escape? Word Count 508
Ne’va is currently on the island of Utloyi, unable to escape the mountains to explore. This takes place in a dream.
The heat of the desert was unlike anything Ne’va had ever experienced. Her natural cold nature helped keep her cool during the day. As night fell it became colder than she could have imagined. Against her better nature she continued to search, after all the temperature felt too good. Ne’va didn’t see the hole in time, she fell straight in. Sliding with fallen sand she went deeper and deeper.
“Ahhhhhh!” She screamed even as she slowed to a stop at the bottom of a long tunnel. There was little chance of leaving the way she came in. There was no light coming down from the surface but the room she was in was slightly lit. Her eyes were slow to adjust but when they finally did she realized she was in trouble.
The room was filled with glowing scorpions, they moved slowly around the room. Currently hardly paying any attention to her. "Oh god, what now?" She thought to herself. "Stay calm girl, they are more scared of me than I am of them..." That logic made sense to her, or at least she was trying to force herself into believing it.
Standing slowly she watched to see if any of them were going to move on her. Still they weren't that interested. "Nice and slow." she spoke calmly, this did get their attention. There was movement but they stayed back. "Good scorpions..." They backed up. "Is my voice bothering you?" They backed up further. Ne'va focused on the cold breath leaving her mouth. "You don't like the cold air? I'm sorry. I'll be going and let you get back to things." Cautiously she started to tiptoe through the group, blowing lightly in front of her only when she needed to. No need to upset them.
At the far end of the room there was some sort of door. It wouldn’t open, she could see light coming from around it but there was no handle. She kept blowing to her left, right and then just behind her. The scorpions had moved to the far side of the room and didn't seem to want anything to do with the cold. Feeling the wall she found a sconce, perhaps meant to hold a torch. "It feels loose." She said to herself. Pulling on it she heard a click and the door popped slightly open.
Luckily she was able to open it, it was difficult to move on her own but she managed to. She was happy to leave the scorpion room and to make things better the door on the other side had a handle. She went ahead and closed behind her just in case.
A shaft of light lit the next room, bouncing off a room nearly filled with gold. "What in the world did I fall into...?" She stood in awe looking at gold sculptures, expensive fine jewelry and more gold then she could have ever imagined.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 6:17 pm
 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 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. Word Count 818
Aurelia was always overflowing. When she was happy, her radiant personality spread to everyone around her. On the other hand when she was sad she could bring down a room, a little. Today she decided to venture outside her comfort zone.
Normally this time of year Aurelia spent as much time as she could in the fields tending to the harvest. She does her best to help it along as much as she can, her angini powers allow her to do this. But today she felt the need to wonder. Before long Aurelia had walked far from the village and the fields. The surrounding countryside was beautiful. When she hit the cliffs she saw something odd, a decorative dagger. It looked beautiful and when she pulled it from the ground everything went fuzzy.
Next thing she knew she was laying on the ground and the dagger was plunged again into the dirt near her. She could have sworn she had pulled it from the ground. Then again she didn't remember falling down either.
“How odd” she thought to herself. Picking the dagger up she decided she was done being adventurous for the day. Something felt off though. Aurelia was usually fairly even tempered but right now she almost felt angry. Angry for no apparent reason and at no one particular. It was unsettling and something she was unaccustomed to.
Overall the little trip had her away from the fields for less than an hour. It was a nice break from harvesting. Returning to work Aurelia started trimming and plucking pumpkins. Her mind started to wonder and an untapped anger started to overwhelm her again. She was working on a trimming around a pumpkin when it suddenly burst. “What the F***!” She suddenly yelled, scarring herself.
She sat there for a moment unsure what had happened. Her angini power allowed her to help the harvest but out of nowhere she got upset. She never cursed, but for a moment she couldn't help it. She felt uneasy hearing it too. Looking around she noticed no one was nearby, hopefully no one heard her.
Aurelia was prim and proper, cursing was something she just didn't do. She kept working, sunset was getting close and the day's work would be done. The more each of them finished the better set they'd be for the winter. She was still working in the squash area when again her mind shifted to earlier events and an acorn squash swelled beyond normal size. This time she stopped before it exploded. But it was larger and more yellow than it should be.
“What the H***,” she stopped in shock. The acorn squash mocked her as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the dagger glowing. Her attention shifted to it and so did her mouth. “Is this your F***ing doing? What the F***ing H*** you rusty piece of S***...” She bit her lip, noticing others were listening and looking shocked at her sudden change in demeanor.
An elder mare heard her too and came over to her. "Why don't we go for a walk dear, looks like you might have found yourself a dagger. Also looks like you need a break before your mouth runs away with you." She smiled softly at Aurelia. They wandered away from the field and ears that might hear her. "A few years ago there were dozens of cursed daggers that made there way into the town, we're still not sure who cursed them but they sure made for some colorful words."
"I'm fairly new around here but I hadn't heard anyone tell stories about it. I'm sure it made things interesting.
Were they able to fix the curse?" Aurelia stood there hopeful.
"It was a long time ago, I was just a foal when it happened. There aren't many still alive to remember it." She giggled like a child, "And yes it was quite amusing. My mother was lucky to find one, and her calm sweet demeanor was really bothered by what came flying out of her mouth. And yes we did figure out how to fix it but you might find you sometimes have relapses." She looked Aurelia over. "You can't overwork yourself, otherwise frustration will bubble and your mouth will get you in trouble, or at least embarrass you."
"Okay, so I shouldn't overdo it in the fields. I can live with that." Aurelia felt a little sad about that but maybe she should allow herself to have more fun. More wandering walks wouldn’t be a bad thing.
"Everyone was different as to what they had to do but if I had to guess for you to break the curse you need to do as my mother did." She smiled, "Kiss the dagger and promise to have more fun."
"That's it, I can do that" Aurelia felt relieved.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 6:23 pm
  You've gone treasure hunting in the vast desert. When you find a buried entrance, you can't believe your luck. However, when you go in, the door slams shut. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens next. If you roll a 2: You come face to face with a scorpion the size of a small horse (sorry if you're usidia!). What do you do to outrun it (because there's no way you can fight it)? Word Count 557
Nuala and Holly were walking down a narrow hallway, they hadn’t made it too far in when a brick on the floor sunk under Nuala’s small hooves. *Click click click* The hallway echoed with the sounds of something moving, *BAM* a door fell from the ceiling and slammed closed behind her.
“Tell me that didn’t just happen,” Holly squeaked at Nuala. “What do we do now?”
“Keep moving forward, can’t go back now.” Nuala was virtually unfazed by the changing situation. “If we follow this hallway it should eventually split. If we take the path leading down we’re likely to find a tomb and a king's treasure.”
Holly kept ahead of Nuala holding onto an oversized torch, at least for a mouse. The hallway never split, instead they seemed to slowly be going down. Deeper into the desert sands. Eventually they came to a large room, glowing crystals littered the walls. “Wow, this place is beautiful!” Holly said, amazed by the room they had entered. Seeing a stance in the middle of the room she used her torch to light it. A line of fire lit up around the room, making it possible for them to see. However there was a problem, not all the glowing had been coming from the crystals. A giant scorpion stood and stared them down. “Nuala!” Holly’s voice cracked
“I see it, stay calm Holly. We can get out of this.” Nuala said standing her ground.
The scorpion's claws could have easily squashed Nuala’s head and the stinger rose high above, dancing like it might strike at any moment. It startled them when it spoke. "I am the guardian of this tomb," his voice was deep and menacing. "Are you here to rob the high priestess tomb?" He took a step closer making sure to keep the door closed.
Nuala spoke carefully. “We are here to understand those who came before us. We apologize if we are trespassing. I would like to tell the high priestesses story, share her life with others. Sir, may we enter her tomb?” Nuala bowed low.
The scorpion stepped closer, now towering over Nuala. "You may, but you are to touch none of her riches or disturb her resting place. The walls tell her story. Take only what your eyes look at, otherwise you will join the prestiss. You will become another sacrifice, like others before you.” He clicked his claws just next to Nuala’s head showing how easy it would be for him to kill her. He pointed towards a golden door.
Nuala blinked and backed up. “We will treat her tomb with reverence, and disturb nothing.” Shaking slightly she turned looking at Holly and started walking towards the door.
After they were out of earshot Holly looked at Nuala, "We are going to follow his rules, aren't we?" She was worried about her answer.
Nuala frond, "Yep, just looking." She sighed. "I'd like to leave here alive as well. And we can't piss him off either because he has to help us get out of here. The hallway door closed behind us after all..."
"Okay, good." Holly relaxed, making sure to not go near anything that could upset the scorpion.
The two of them just enjoyed the wall paintings, neither had ever seen anything that detailed. Maybe there was a story to be told here.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:17 pm
 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 it. If you roll a 2: The curse is deadly. You have to find a way to neutralize the dagger. How? Word Count 613
Marty McFight had made a lot of enemies over the years. He had a tendency to push thing two or three steps too far. It's no surprise someone decided to take revenge.
When Marty awoke that morning he was surprised to find a wrapped gift sitting next to him. “It's not my birthday,” he said cautiously to himself. “Whatever could you be?” He tugged on the wrapping paper carefully. It gave easily, revealing a decorative dagger. “Huh, I was expecting snakes or something to jump out at me.” He stretched, ready to test his gift.
As soon as he touched it he crumpled to the ground in pain. The dagger started growing. “Gah, that hurt,” Marty said. “I'm guessing you weren't really a gift then. Who'd I piss off enough to send such a painful surprise?” He wondered to himself. After all he'd pissed off more than his fair share of people.
Making sure not to touch the zapping dagger again Marty searched the bottom of the gift. “There's a note. I bet you'll tell me something.”
“This dagger is magic. It appears to one who did wrong and needs to correct it.” He read. “And unless the recipient of this dagger does, they will die in 24 hours.”
“Die! Whoa, now who did I do wrong?!” He flipped the card around looking for a clue. This was not the thing he wanted to wake up to. The paper started changing. Now it listed 3 names and some numbers 23:59, which changed to 23:58 shortly after. “Gah, this isn’t going to be a fun day.”
Marty took the well traveled path to the meadows where he knew he’d find a familiar flutter family. It took him longer than he would have liked to reach there. Miyakea and Magnus were brothers and their father Thalic was an easy going horse until someone messed with his family. Unfortunately Marty couldn’t keep his mouth shut the other day and got in a fight with the oldest, and then the youngest and finally the father. He still had bruises from it, he definitely didn’t win.
“McFright you have some nerve returning here. I want you to stay away from my boys." Thalic stood his ground in front of Marty.
Marty sat down the gift box, "Thalic, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm here to apologize for the fight I started the other day." Glancing down he saw nothing had changed other than the time left on the paper, 21:25 he must have to do more. "I shouldn't have been speaking badly about Miyakea's new mare friend. It was childish. I just came to make things right." Thalic's name was now crossed out. 'Okay one down, the harder two to go.' Marty thought to himself
"I accept." Thalic's demeanor changed. His body relaxed. "But the boys arn't here right now. The two of them went for a race in the forest. They should be back in a couple of hours if you'd like to wait for them.
Marty gulped, "I'll wait, this apology is a matter of life or death." Time passed and the paper ticked down a minute at a time, with each one seeming longer then normal. Marty must have fallen asleep because when he woke up the paper was blank, no names and no time.
"McFright, do you always drool in your sleep?” Miyakea laughed. “Dude, we're fine, I know you were just projecting your issues onto me. I was over it after letting off steam." He looked Marty over, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Marty did look pailer then normal, "No, I didn't see a ghost. I almost was a ghost."
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:22 pm
 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 it. 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. Word Count 538
It was a wonderfully haunted night and Howlite loved that feeling. This old forest held something dark, something scary and that Howlite had been hoping to find. He pranced through the fog, nearly invisible if anyone had been looking. But no one was, most people were smart enough to stay away. Deep in the forest he found what looked to be a mausoleum. “Finally” Howlite sighed. “This must be the secret of the haunted woods.”
Opening the crypt the welcoming smell of rot hit Howlite. Sitting on top of a coffin was an eerie glowing dagger. "That would make for a cool weapon to carry!" He said excitedly. As soon as he touched it he went flying. His head hurt and his body hurt. The dagger sat nearby stabbed into the stone floor, still glowing. "What, just, happened?" He stretched his bone wings checking to make sure nothing was broken.
"The bonding." A raspy voice whispered nearby.
Looking around Howlite couldn't figure out who said that. "Hello?" He spoke up, making sure to sound more confident than he really felt.
The bonding is complete." The dagger glowed a little brighter.
"Ahh, I hit my head harder then I thought..." He got up and walked around the room trying to figure out what was going on. Did he have a concussion or was someone playing a weird joke. There was something written on the coffin, he read it to himself. 'Only those who are unselfish can break the bond.' Turning to the dagger he asked, "What happens now that we're bonded?"
"Your power is my power. You do as I wish or I take more power from you. You are strong. I like your strength. It's delicious..."
'Only the unselfish can break the bond, how can I be unselfish?' Howlite thought to himself. Looking down he noticed his legs were looking more solid than normal. "My power tastes good?" he pranced around a bit testing his legs. "How can I give you more power?"
"You are willing to give me more? Rarely does anyone want to give me more!" It glowed and dimmed and glowed again. "I accept." The voice sounded less raspy than before.
Howlite relaxed trying to will power towards the sword. He tried to flap his wings to fly and nothing happened. His legs were now solid and he felt less strong than he did before offering the sword power.
"Oh, the power. Thank you. We are now one." The sword seemed satisfied and sounded strong.
Suddenly Howlite felt less weak. His legs were no longer solid and when he flapped his wings he raised off the ground lightly. "What does being one mean?" He felt even stronger than he did when all of this started.
"You willingly gave me everything and now I will share what I have stolen from others. Thank you. Please carry me with you, I crave to experience the world again."
"Do you promise not to steal from others while I carry you?" Howlite asked the sword.
"I will not steal power unless you wish me to steal someone's power, we are one now. Only you have control of that now."
Howlite closed up the crypt and left with his new friend strapped to his leg.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2024 8:34 pm
  Write a 750 word RP minimum about Cottagecore. This can be a day in the life of your soquili, it can even be a story they tell about orcs opening bookshops wink. Whatever it is, it's about the simple living; about the joy. Hakuna Matata and all that! Word Count 922
"It's not fancy but that's just how I like it." Salena stood looking at her little homestead. She had turned an ancient hollowed tree into a perfect little place. The walls were decorated with hoof and horse hair painted paintings, small woodland trinkets she had collected over the last 2 years and fresh cut flowers. The roof was simple but kept everything within dry. Her father had been a talented artist and taught her everything she knew about creating pigments and foraging the woods for creative elements. Other than her friend Yuuki, who often visited for weeks at a time, Salena had been alone with her creativity. Finding and adventuring with her sisters was exciting but here was where her heart truly lied.
“How’s the roof holding up? Any parts need fixing?” Yuuki scurried up the wood to take a look.
“Still holding together nicely!” Salena yelled up to her. “You do amazing work. I’ve never seen a roof like it.” She smiled. "How was the visit with your family?"
Yuuki poked some of the water reeds seemingly checking to see if they were really holding. "It was okay, you know..." She shrugged. "Just the normal sort of family visit. Glad to be back visiting you though." Her tail twitched happily.
“Yuuki,” Salena started. “You know you don’t have to go home if you don’t want to. You could always stay here?” She knew Yuuki avoided going home and already basically lived here. Salena moved some of her paint bowls around. “I could use a roommate, it can be a little lonely in these woods.”
Scurrying down Yuuki twitched around Salena. “That does make sense. Let me think about it?” She ran around looking in all the paint bowls. “You're getting low on some of these pigments. Have you been refilling them when I’m not here?” She started making a mental list of everything she needed to forage.
“I fear Yuuki, I’m not nearly as good at finding some of them as you are.” Salena walked around. “Being tall does have its disadvantages when it comes to a lot of the low growing vegetation. I also can’t climb, so a lot of the high items are also difficult for me.”
The squirrel was always twitching until now. She stopped moving, holding perfectly still. This made Yuuki look odd, smaller than normal. “Okay, it’s settled then.” She went back to twitching. “I'm your new roommate. Are you ready to go foraging?”
Salena smiled to herself, feeling happy with her deception. Yuuki had basically been her companion since she wandered into these woods 2 years ago but it felt nice for things to be official. “I fear I started processing some pigment stones to refill my reds and browns and I need to finish crushing and grinding them before I can go exploring.”
“You are low on those colors. What were you painting that used them up? Also your missing daffodil yellow and several oranges. Even your pinks and purple are low.” Yuuki eyed her. “Painting a rainbow?” She asked. Something as simple as a rainbow just wasn't Salena's style. “Wait, you're not painting me are you?” She looked at her fur, realizing she didn’t have enough red or any brown to explain the rest of the colors.
“I should have you pose for me sometime. I’ve been working on a landscape.” She smiled, “One that I saw in a dream. The sky is just before sunset or maybe just after sunrise. I'm honestly not sure.” She looked a little shy. “I've never seen a place like it but my mind dreamt up dust red mountains with jagged peaks. It looks hot and dry and striking against the sky. I had to put hoof to canvas!” Her face lit up with joy, creating in any form always made her happiest.
“I can't wait to see it. I'm not one for crushing pigments, too messy. Why don't I go scout ahead? Meet you back here for lunch?” Yuuki grabbed her little hat, dusting off the dirt.
Salena smiled, “That sounds perfect. If you happen to find any good herbs while you're out make sure and pluck a few sprigs for lunch. Oh and before you go, I made you a little something.” She pointed to the corner, past her straw bed near where Yuuki usually slept. “You know, for collecting small things.” Salena said.
A small roughly made bag sat near Yuuk's things. “You made this? How'd you manage that?” Her eyes got large in wonder and quickly she tried it on. “Your hooves aren't exactly good with dainty things.” The bag itself wasn't well made but obviously a good attempt had been made. Yuuki's little paws would easily be able to fix any flaws. Wiggling her finger inside, all the way to the outside, she found one flaw she would need to fix before putting anything in it.
“I've been branching out and trying new things.” Sarena beamed. “It's far from perfect but better than expected for a first try. I thought you could use something for carrying foraged items in.” She started to trout off to process her pigment stones but turned and added. “Particularly when I'm not around to haul things.” She took off towards the river leaving Yuuki alone.
Yuuki looked around the house one last time. A few fresh flowers were in small homemade pots. Odd sculptures sat half finished around the room. “It’s really nice to finally be home again.” She said before darting off to search the woods.
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