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 Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2024 5:20 pm
The following consist of RP responses to prompts in the Myths and Legends event's Museum Gift Shop. Please do not post.
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elfstar89 generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2024 5:27 pm
 Esmerelda peered at the small shape in the bushes along the creek bed. She hadn't seen anything quite like it before. It looked like a cat, but, in her albeit limited experience, cats normally did not look like they were also made entirely of vegetative material. Nor did they normally come equipped with thorns. Or spines. Or whatever those poky things were that grew on cacti, which she had only ever really seen as trade goods.
The cactus cat gazed back at her with rose-colored eyes, curious. It rattled its spines, letting a gentle shudder pass through its body, to see how the big black-and-green winged Soquili would respond.
The Wind mare gently lowered her nose toward the water, continuing to watch with matching curiosity in her sparkling green eyes. Was it waiting for something? She shifted her nose to within range, and then stopped, in case it got startled or territorial.
The cactus cat considered her for a moment, before peering into the bizarrely abundant water. Water wasn't this plentiful in the desert where it had lived, and, while it normally didn't much care about that sort of thing, it had been getting hotter in the desert lately, hot enough that moving somewhere wetter had seemed like an appealing idea. And now it was unsure of what to even do with this ecosystem. Its usual choice of rodents and birds weren't much in evidence, nor were the cacti that it normally stole the juices of. Frankly, it was starting to miss the fermented cactus juice.
And then it caught a whiff of something odd and herbal coming from the satchel on the Soquili's neck. It wasn't cactus juice, fermented or otherwise...but it smelled like...yes...it might be.... The cat padded closer, trying to identify the juicy scent coming from the satchel, until it felt a deep, cold, and soggy splash around one leg. It yelped in surprise, backing away from the surprisingly deep, flowing water.
Esmerelda blinked in surprise, and, stepping lightly to avoid splashing the poor, startled cat any further, brought her satchel, apparently an object of curiosity, closer to the cat. Was it smelling something familiar? What might it be--oh. Aloe vera, the traders had called it, some kind of desert plant whose juices were used to treat burns. They didn't have much call for it in the Silver Willow Bell Herd, but she had thought to procure some leaves and a few small specimens she'd been slowly learning to cultivate. Reaching gently into her satchel, she produced a small leaf, and offered it to the cat.
The cat looked up in surprise as the Soquili approached, offering a succulent leaf. It sniffed at it a moment, before accepting the gift, sucking at what juices it could in its eagerness for a taste of home.
Smiling, Esmerelda turned, and began to make her way home. It took a few minutes to realize the little cactus cat was following her, at which point, she slowed down so it could track her more easily. Sure, it was probably only following her to get more cactus leaves. But, if it elected to stay, the Wind would not turn down the presence of such a curious companion to her little medical garden.
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elfstar89 generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2024 5:59 pm
 Tzipporah nearly tripped over it, so well concealed it was in the earth. Blinking, she looked down at it. A very muddy, rusty-looking helm, such as legendary knights might wear. Her eyes widened in fascination. At best, Tzipporah of the Birds was a halfway competent knight, but, due to poverty and a lack of opportunities, she was naught but a hedge knight, too poor for her own equipment. Even a muddy and rusty old helmet was better than none at all.
Reaching down, she pried it free and, after a few tries, managed to settle it on her head.
Which was when the trouble began.
She blinked. The world appeared to have shifted. As had her body. Gone were her hooves, replaced with hippogryph claws, and gone was her hair tail, replaced by a spread of feathers. And everything hurt. It hadn't hurt a moment ago. And she was sticky. Why was she sticky?
Oh.
Unhealed wounds pierced her unfamiliarly pale coat, matting it with dark blood. Taking an uncertain step forward, she felt a clawed foot splash into water. Looking down, Tzipporah didn't see her own face...but the features of a sort of warrior she'd only heard of in songs. A valkyrie. The helm from before was still on her head, but it wasn't muddy or rusted. It was just an earthy color, polished and fair beneath the streaks of blood and sweat.
Screams echoed from behind her, and a vague, driving sense of need filled her. Whether it was to flee the screams, or rush to their aid, Tzipporah could not have said, but, whoever's body she was inhabiting, what she did next was her choice. And Tzipporah was not the sort to leave others in need.
"I'm coming!" she called, turning to limpingly charge toward the screams, intent on saving whoever was in danger--
Until she tripped over a tree root that wasn't there in front of the valkyrie, and the helm rolled free of Tzipporah's brow. She blinked once, twice, and then picked herself up. Limping slightly from a very real bruised knee, the scruffy knight reached forward to retrieve the helm from where it had fallen.
It seemed to have taken no visible damage. Working it back on, Tzipporah waited to see if the vision would resume, to know what had become of the injured valkyrie and whoever was screaming. But the vision did not come.
Tzipporah sighed softly. Oh, well. At least she now had a nifty, if battered, helm to call her own. The hedge knight still looked poor, but less like a fool in search of impossible quests to fulfill. Maybe she'd someday find herself more equipment to go with the helm.
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