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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.



Haigha saw something in the distance that seemed at odds with the environment. Being a cat, curiousity got the best of her. However, she was also a cantakerous and skeptical cat unlike some of her sisters. When she got closer to the bright green so at odds with the bush, she realized there was something there.

And it was mewing. She raised her eyebrow critically. "You've got to be kidding me." She sighed dramatically, "Abriella!" She called out loudly. "We've encountered an...issue." Carefully, she reached in snarling a bit when she discovered the prickly thorns on the vines. "How did you even get in here?" The cat looked at her with it's large round eye. "Are you going to talk?" she asked. But the cat just looked at her.

Hissing Haigha untangled the vines from between the thorns on the cat. The smaller thorns ont he vine seemed to be puncturing the cats delicate skin causing a clear fluid to leak out."You're really stuck in there, aren't you?" She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the creature. It didn't help that it continually gave her the big eyes.

One of the large thorns from the cat pierced her skin and she yowled as blood ran out of her paw to soak the ground. Letting out a string of curses, she shook her bloody paw off before her sister had to caution her against just ripping out the vines all together. Finally, the vines loosed enough that the little fellow wiggled out then right up her leg to perch on her shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?" She grumbled. "Go."

But the thorny little beast did not go.

"What's going on?" Abrella Glasgow asked primly. When she saw what her sister considered an issue, she cooed. "Oh my how darling they are!" She glanced around the bush daintly. "There seems ti be two. No wait Four of the darlings. I wonder where their mother is?" Her sister Haigha had given her the look when she said that."Come now, don't you feel the least bit sorry for them? And there's four of them, how perfect!" But as she spoke two of the cactus cats wiggled further into the large viney bush. "Well our sisters are just going to have to come get their own."

Haigha had muttered something at her that sounded like crazy, but whatever. The little darling was purring and trying it's best to wiggle out and get to here. Well, at least the one she'd made eye contact with. It was like an instant connection. It felt as though theyir souls had seen each other, every single hidden place and accepted each other. It was a beautiful moment.

The little cactus cat seemed to wiggle and weave as she held up the long vines with a stick. It was smaller than the rest making it easier for it to get out. When it did, she'd lowered her wing to the sweet female cat to let it climb aboard her. It's steps were careful, trying not to hurt herm

Abriella wasn't sure how this was going to work out with a thorny little cat for a pet, but it would work if she had to make it work by sheer force of will.

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.



Zephirine Amachi-Tyrell was at a stand off with a cactus masquerading as a cat. "Move out of the way," she growled again There wasn't enough room to bypass the cat in the little canyon they were in. The cat slapped it's thorny tail down in agitation. It was not going to move, stubborn little brat.

Zephirine slapped her bony tail down close to the cat, "I have one too." They both kept glaring at each other. The obnoxious cat pouned on the hair at the end of her bone tail and rolled in it. "UGH!" Zephrine tried to shake the cat out of her hair, but now it had rolled in her hair enough that herr hair was woven through the needles on it's back. Of course, now it mewled at her. She kept trying to shake it out, but everytime she did it just made everything worse.

Zephirine faced off with the cat trying not to switch her tail in agitation. "Okay, okay...."Her face screwed up in concentration. "Let's start over." She flicked her ears back and the cat copied her. "Is that so?" She flicked her tail. It seemed the little cat was set on copying her. Looking closer, she noticed that the cat was smaller. A kitten? It was copying her. Maybe it didn't know how to...well, cat? Shouldn't it have a mother around?

The kitten kept glaring at her. She glared back. It had to be young. Young enough that it should be with it's mother. Young enough that it was copying her actions to know how to act. Could it be that it was acting in irritation toward her because she was acting irritated with it? She took a deep breath. It had been a long, very long and hot day. It had been frustrating. The trade she had planned on had fallen through and her more amorous endevours hadn't worked out because she was so irritated.

Taking several deep breaths she calmed herself down and moved her head gingerly down to the suspcious little one. '"Let's start with getting you out of this okay?" The kitten still glared at her. She probably dserved that. As gently as she could, she used her mouth to try to pull her hair out of the spikes. When that failed, she'd use her teeth. Trying not to get poked so that she would bleed everywhere, she wound up just cutting of a few inches of her hair. It was then easier to turn around and unthread the hair when it wasn't attached to her tail. Finally, she got the kitten free and it scampered a few steps away, but not too far so that it could continue to watch and glare at her. "I'm sorry okay, I shouldn't have taken my day out on you." The kitten looked at her stonily. "Are you alone out here?" The kitten paused for a moment before nodding it's head.

"Well, I..." She stopped a bit at a loss for words. "I'm alone too. Maybe I need you as much as you need me." The kitten glared. "Of couse, not that you really need me or me you." The kitten nodded along to that. "Well, come on then." The kitten turned around and let her through then fell into step with her as it scuttled along.

Scorpions for Rohanna (2 black) and Falsetto (2 blue).



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?
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)?
If you roll a 3: You have been bitten by a scorpion. Your body is starting to slow and go numb. There's a shining crystal vial on a pedestal across the room. It must be the antidote! How do you get there as your limbs start dragging? Do you make it in time?

Rohanne Amachi-Tyrell should have known better. Treasure this easy to find wasn't actually that easy. There was a catch, there was always a catch. He'd seen the entrance and had decided to take a look inside. That had been his first mistake. His second had been when he'd not been careful to let his eyes adjust before entering. The third had been actually entering. Sure enough as soon as he stepped inside the hidden door had sprung shut leaving him in darkness. He' hadn't even had time to adjust to what was happening when the scorpion had bitten him.

It had started as a weird sensation, a light tingling in his body that seemed to spread fast. It became more difficult to move and then he started to feel light-headed. The room started to wobble. His sight that had started to become adjusted to the dark had started to falter. He slowly blinked, trying to get his body and brain to align. Then his lips began to tingle and his throat started to feel funny, not in a good way.

The crystal vial seemed to shine across the room like salvation. Rohanne's vision wavered again. he tried to move but it was like the message wasn't going from his brain to his hooves. He could feel the hilt of his sword dragging, dragging just like his feet were now. He lurched forward like a zombie in one of those stories his sister loved to hear so much.

His sister, no one knew he was here. He could feel his throat closing and his vision fading as he forced one foot in front of the other. They wouldn't know what happened to him. He couldn't die like some idiot who stumbled into some hole in the ground and disappeared. He would not die this way and he definately would not die today.

After another step or two, his breathing became more labored and he crashed to the ground. He couldn't get his hooves up underneath him. Rohanne's strength was fleeing him faster than he even thought it could. He used the point of his sword to shove into the ground and try to make it to his feet. He kept struggling as his body began to pant. The vial was closer and then farther away in his sight.

Finally, his lips found the bottle and he plucked the stopper from the vial. It took him an alarming amount of strength to do it. He tipped the vial back and he felt himself began to fall. His lthroat wasn't working to get it down. Breathe! Just breathe.

Rohanne took a painful swallow and felt the elixer restorying life to him. His throat began to ease and his breathing became less labored. The spasms that had begun in his muscles started to reside and he felt warmth coming back to his extremeties. His first full breath of air felt like a miracle, Then it was as though his whole body began working again all at once. Adrenaline flowed thorugh him and he used it to force himself to find a way out before he crashed.

Red daggers Marcellus and Skadi


DECEMBER 1, 2024


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.


Marcellus Casquette du Sang woke up while on his journey to find a dagger piercing the ground next to him. No one was around who could have given it to him. It there had been someone, why hadn't they just given it to him? And if they were any enemy, why hadn't they plunged it through his heart? It would have been easy enough. He hadn't thought he'd slept that soundly, but if someone had been able to leave a dagger right beside him then he had to have.

It was thin and slightly wavy, long for someone his size. The blade and the handle of the knife were what looked like stone-- a wavy, red or orange type hue. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He circled the knife looking for a trap, but he couldn't find one. There didn't seem to be a reason that he couldn't at least....touch it. Hesitating a moment longer, he shifted and gripped the daggar with his teeth and yanked it from the ground.

Something like cold water went from the top of his head to the tip of his tail causing him to shiver. This was not good. He had red stories of what proceeded a feeling like that. How stupid could he have been picking up something just left out in the open for him!? Obviously, it had been a cursed artifact. How insanely stupid of him, it was't like anyone would have left him a gift and daggers didn't just appear out of nowhere. What had he been thinking?

But it didn't matter, did it? The problem now was that however he was cursed he had to break it before he started suffering any ill effects like death. There wasn't much to be done until he got home.

As the day grew on, he felt strange as though as fever was coming over him but he had to make it home. He needed his books to study what to do to break this curse. Bastianna greeted him when he walked in, giving him a suspicious look when he came in shaking. Just the rain, he had told her She hadn't believed him but at least she'd not stopped. He wound through the halls until he reached his room then laid the dagger down on his table while he began flipping through the book. It only took him a few minutes to find the text about cursed daggers. They were usually left for someone who had done some kind of ill will to the previous owner. That didn't really narrow it down. He'd done a lot of ill will or more. While cursed it must never draw his blood, that could cause things to escalate more quickly. He read on a few more pages. If he broke the curse, he could use this dagger freely having won it's ownership by breaking the curse. After adding some hellebore and sage to the fire, he held the blade over it until it was too hot to stand it any longer. Then he held it longer, until he heard a kind of cracking pop in his ears. The sense of cold retreated from his body and he pulled the daggar back from the flames. It was his now. But who had done this to him?

Moths slurpy and raccoon fam


You fall into an apocalyptic dream. The area is a wasteland. To the left is a bridge shrouded in fog, and you decide to head that way. Out of the fog, a mysterious being appears with glowing red eyes. There's a papery flap of wings and a low buzzing that seems to be aimed at you. You feel your skin prickle while a great sense of destiny seems to hold you in it's grasp. You have met the mothman.

Write a minimum of 250 words about your encounter with the mothman. At the end, the only things left behind are your memories and a mothman plushie.

If you roll a 1: You see the mothman for what he is! An omen of death and destruction, a harbinger of some terrible doom. Can you prevent it? What do you do?
If you roll a 2: You know that the mothman is trying to warn you. Like a prophet, you are tasked with relaying the message to others. Can you do it? What's the mothman trying to warn you of?
If you roll a 3: You can't understand anything the mothman is saying. The only sound you hear is the fluttering of wings and the buzzing. The only thing you can do is try to guess why he's here. Is he warning you or trying to save you?




Slurpy found himself dreaming. It wasn't his usual sort of happy dream, it was...terrible Everything around him was filled with death and decay. There were the bodies of crows lying on the ground. There were skeletal rib cages of other things strewen everywhere. The trees had wide open arms reachign toward the heaven in supplication for help that did not and would nto come. They were skeletal. Everything was..

Carefully, he took in his surroundeings. To his left was a bridge surrounded by billowing clouds of fog. He'd never seen so much fog in his life. It was so thick that it looked like smoke....was it smoke? He didn't know why, but he felt pulled that way as though by an invislble string.

As he got closer, an otherwordly being appeared. It had great thin wings that flapped like the rustling of paper and red eyes. The most terrifying red eyes he'd ever seen. There seemed to be some kind of intensity there. A low buzzing fills his ears as he stands there. What was that?

Then Slurpy realized it was coming from the being. Goosebumps popped up along his skin and suddenly the tentacles on his feet woudln't unsuction from the ground. He was stuck here, to listen to....that. His heart rate accelerated. There was a fever pitch to the sound and it seemed somehow threatening. It kept moving it's wings as though it was agitated.

Slurpy knew it for it was, some type of malevolence. A warning of something to come, something that perhaps might be inevitable. He didn't know, but it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. He had this small sick feeling in his stomach. Images flashed in his mind, more harrowing things than he had ever thought.

Pretty soon, Slurpy felt himself coughing up bile. The things he had seen....They had to have been from that creature right. Could he stop them? A vast and terrible famine. All the rivers would dry up. He could warn others, but they might think him insane. He could store stuff on his own but that wouldn't be enough. Maybe he could start talking about dissaster precaution and prevention instead of only worrying about items and good after it was too late. What if he got it started now? What if, he talked others into preparing for several possible what ifs? Then if it came they'd be ready and if it didn't they wouldn't think he was some crazy doomsayer. It paid to be prepared right? There wasn't any harm in that. He didn't even have to tell them about this dream he'd awoken from retching. He could just say that he saw an opportunity for better preparing and preventng. Would that be enough? Would anyone listen> He had to try at least. ff it came down to t, he could tell about his dream....but he wanted to start with the rational reasons it made sense to do this rather than going straight to I had this insane dream or feeling. He wanted the otheres to take him seriously. He was going to have to make a serious plan.

Helms

Naira and V


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 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive?
If you roll a 2: You are taken into the memories of a Valkyrie sitting in a long house right before battle. But you find that you can move and talk as though it's you. What do you say? How do you prepare?
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).





Skaði Banamaðr had been walking home to join Valena around the fire for a meal when she had tripped over something. Looking closer, she saw that it was some kind of helm. Could it be? This looked like one of the legendary valkyrie helms she'd always heard. of. Unable to resist a childhood dream of hers, Skaði Banamaðr pulled the helm on to her head. When she tugged it down everything went black for a few moments then there was a slow blink that brought everything into focus then back out. Finally, her vision cleared only it wasn't her vision. She was someone else. Skaði Banamaðr could feel the heaviness of wings at her back and hear the gentle clank of armor on her body and on those around her. Everyone was in low urgent conversations and there was a buzz of inevitability in the air. Food was being passed around and consumed. Someone passed her a bowl of stew and she felt her mouth move to say thanks. It was her mouth but not her mouth. She was in another body, another vessel seeing a memory. She supposed that there was some purpose to this that there was something here she needed to learn or to witness. There had to be something about today.

The chatter kept on around her and then Skaði Banamaðr could not even hear the voice of the body she was in because of what she was seeing. There was a mare with hair so white it was nearly blinding. Her skin was red but covered in spots that closley resembled freckles. But it was her laugh that had caught her attention. It was familiar.

"What fortunes do we have today Railena?" Someone asked the mare who'd caught her attention.

"The battle will be a long one," Railena spoke softly. "There will be much blood and loss, but the iron wing shall descend into the madness and all will be saved. We will be victorious this day." The table cheered loudly, but her hesitating voice was still heard. "But not all who sit here shall greet the dawn. We shall meet again in the feast halls of Valhalla." The silence elongated for a moment before there was boastful cheering about what would come in the battle. Railena was smiling with them all. She stayed awhile longer before getting up to leave the hall. Skaði Banamaðr could not help but follow her. The sound of her voice was uncanny. The way she spoke and walked....

She met Railena upon the hill outside while the sun began it's descent. It would be dark in an hour or two. "I knew you'd come," Railena said. "You have to tell her to take care of her gift."

Skaði Banamaðr felt herself replying, "What gift?"

Then Railena turned and looked her straight in the eye Skadi, Mother's Band you must protect Valena's gift at all cost. Her gift is mine too. Now go to her and keep her. Wait for the time to come when you shall be her sword and shield."

Before Skaði Banamaðr could answer, Railena touched her forehead and she felt herlself falling away back into her own body.

Scorpians'

witness and Ygrttte



ou'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?
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)?
If you roll a 3: You have been bitten by a scorpion. Your body is starting to slow and go numb. There's a shining crystal vial on a pedestal across the room. It must be the antidote! How do you get there as your limbs start dragging? Do you make it in time?


Ygritte Amachi-Tyrell was going through the deser to visit with her mother and grandmother. It had been a long time coming. She had left two years ago and had only sent brief letters back. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to visit them but rather that life kind of got in the way. She was making a life with Orin. She hadn't thought that she could ever love anyone the way she loved him, but she'd been wrong. Loving him had come easier than breathing. It had still been unexpected though when she realized, alone in the desert on the way to her mother and grandmother that she had new little lives growing within her.

She couldn't tell them not before Orin. Especially not until she could figure out exactly how she was feeling. This had been so unexpected. Ygritte of course knew how it had happened and possibly even when--there had been this summer storm--but she still hadn't quite accepted that she was going to be a mother. She had really only just gotten the hang of taking care of herself.

Since Ygritte hadn't parsed out her feelings yet, she decided to take a small detour to go on a treasure hunt. Up ahead there was srumored to be a hidden entrance to some kind of treasure vault. No one had ever found it though and she didn't expect to find it either but she needed a little more time before she saw her family again.

It wasn't that she wasn't happy about these babies, rather that she was scared. She hated being scared and never owned up to the fact if she could get away with it She was touch and resourceful, she didn't need anyone especially a stallion thinking of her as some silly little mare who lost her head if she showed fear.

A sandstorm blew in unexpectedly forcing Ygritte to hunker down with scarves coverng her face as she waited the worst of t out alone with her thoughts.


***

Finally, the storm was over. Sand was everywhere and she felt antsy with fear about this new feauture and antsy because sand was EVERYWHERE.

Up ahead, she saw what looked like a half buried door. Excited taht this might actually the legend she'd always heard of (and a respite from her current train of thought) she dug the last foot few inches of sand far enough away from the door to keep it from closing. She'd even gone so far as to stick an extra dagger into the sand to keep the door from closing.

But it didn't matter. She wasn't tht far in the door when a malevolent wind slammed it shut. Though she tried and tried, she couldn't open the door.. There was no sign of the dagger as if it was never there.

When she turned aroudn though, she was looking into the terrifying tail of a scorpion. It was almost eye level with her in that regard. She fled through rooms without actually seing any of it. She couldn't keep outrunning it forever. She had to save herself and the lives growing within her. Ygritte pushed to get far enough ahead to round a corner before the beast came. Shrinking, she fluttered behind a vase and hid. She knew then it was okay to be afraidd. It was even okay to run sometimes that's how you figured stuff out. Squeezing through the crumbling mortar she worked on getting back out to the sun