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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:28 pm
Down, down the endless path she had run. Roses in Bloom had paid no mind to her companion, so absorbed was she in her pursuit. Her hot blooded anger coursed through her, heartbeats thumping in time with hoofbeats. Never in her life had she run so swiftly- never in her life would she again. This was the fury of a lover, taken from joy to the brink of despair. Whoever had done this to her Walking Root would pay. With her own hooves, she would take the light from their eyes, revel in their suffering.
For everything they had put her and her beloved through.
Several times, she stumbled. She was not a runner, nor was she a hunter. Her knees scraped along the path’s bottom, and when she stood, they bled raw and angry. But somehow, the pain was gratifying. Each step grew harder, and her run slowed to a trot, then a walk. Roses, however, would not stop.
It felt like days. The path did not end, and Roses had no mind for what had become of her. But… but her Root. Her dear, darling Root, who had never given up on her when she had stumbled. Root, who had always helped her to her hooves… needed her. Roses probably looked a sight, dragging herself along as she did, but she did not once stop. She could not, for what was at stake.
When finally, she reached the room, her breath barely came to her. Forcing her head up, she stared- stared into the web which had trapped her Root. Her darling was wasted away, ruined. They had taken the song from her voice and the dance from her step. Several times, Roses opened her mouth to speak- to apologize, to fall on her knees and beg her lover forgiveness- but nothing came. She stared agape for several moments, and finally, the world shifted into motion.
Roses in Bloom gave a howl of anguish, stepping forward then back several times in a desperate frenzy to figure out her next course of action. There were two threads, and just one of her, and—
Wait.
WAIT.
Turning, Roses finally looked to her companion- and nearly sobbed at the welcome sight. It was the doe- the doe she had met that night at the river, who had been so kind to her in her despair. Despite her attempts otherwise, Roses did sob- tears falling freely as she staggered towards her friend.
“P-please. Please, Last Night, I beg of you. Help me! My darling is all I have, and- and I’ve failed her. We’re so LATE!” She sobbed, almost buckling at the force behind her words. But then her attentions turned to her ladylove, and Roses forced herself to speak on.
“I-if we work together. Just one cut, at the same time. I think we can free her. Make up my stupidity and my late arrival to my darling. Oh mother above, if she’ll ever forgive me!” Roses staggered forward, posing herself above one of the threads. Her gaze- pitiful and weak- turned back to Last Night, a plea in her eyes.
“I’ll owe you all of my days, if you will do me this one favor. I swear it to you, you shall be repaid. Take that thread, I’ll take this one. And on my signal...”
She waited, then, for the other doe to take place. Roses herself was poised at the left thread, ready and waiting. When Last Night took her place, Roses in Bloom counted.
“Three… two… one…”
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So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:29 pm
(( After all of that melodrama, take a roll. ))
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:49 pm
 Last Night had found herself running from the wolves made of fog and fangs, running because this dream demanded that she run. The hollow in her chest would not be filled here; it could only be rent open to tear her asunder if she fell to those running jaws. Her hooves clattered on the cold, hard floor as she pressed forward. She did not flinch when the other doe cried out as she was overtaken to be devoured in a dream by dream wolves, to dream a death and feel that pain. That was one thing that Last Night could not forget: this was a dream.
And so she ran until the wolves were no more and it was just her and Roses in Bloom. As they walked, for what seemed like an unending amount of time, Last Night wondered idly if Roses was searching for herself like Last Night was, or, and this is more likely, if she was searching for that doe that she had spoken of that night. She wondered if Roses was still driven by the thought that she was not good enough for the doe and if she had forgotten that this was a dream. Last Night did not experience the tragic urgency the other doe did, she felt it but did not believe it, it pushed her limbs where she would have otherwise stopped.
She did not reach out to the other doe when Roses stumbled, even with her grace, the walk took its toll on her hooves, wearing them down until there was blood. When she finally reached the scene, she felt as if her skin did not fit her bones for the first time in her life, made stranger still by the dream tableau in front of her. She stared up at her wasted form, small and frail with eyes that did not care, not because she could accept it all, but because it no longer mattered.
Last Night stood still where Roses panicked, the hollow in her chest thrumming hollowly with what might be fear or, perhaps more accurately, wariness for the line she walked between ambivalence and apathy was so very fine and here she stood on both sides, one strung up and the other bleeding on the ground.
Left or right. Whichever choice she made, she felt that it would finally wake her from this dream, but the damage was done; she saw more clearly than ever before what her life could be if she stumbled down the wrong path and she remembered then the points of gravity that she had chosen, feeling them more acutely than ever before.
The decision was made for her and she agreed mutely, faintly amused, if one could be in this situation, that she was right about Roses. Last Night pulled herself forward to the right thread, positioning herself so that they might free themselves, not that doe and not Last Night’s younger self, from this dream.
And it was at Roses’ word that they both bit down and pulled to unravel this web that tied them here.
[And my post-matching will be the end of me]
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:41 am
[REACTION POST]
Curse the dream, the fog dulling the senses, the realization that they are wrong dawning too late with the realization of wolf and boar scent. The pack is on them at once, and it is when she turns to flee that she is reminded of how much of a nightmare this world is. Her limbs are moving all wrong, her normal speed and agility sucked away, slowed, and then the wolves are on her, her, the hunter turning into the prey.
The wrongness to it is sharp, demeaning, and with it comes fury, indignation. She lashes out even as blood gushes from her neck, even as pain blacks out her vision and she goes down, fighting, dying.
She wakes with a start, hooves lashing out at unseen foes, sweat pouring down her flanks, and Savager shrieks as he flies from her side to escape this unwarranted attack. It takes her several moments to realize the wolves are gone, her neck is intact, and she is not prey and not dead. But the memories, sharp and poignant, still send a chill down her spine.
Never. Never would that happen to her. It was only a nightmare, and with a snarl she decided to prove it so.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:34 am
The does clamp down on the strings at the exact same time, and this is both to the good and to the bad. It means that when the floor under Last Night opens up and she plummets into a cavern beneath, there is absolutely nothing Roses in Bloom can do about it. As she hits the floor beneath, one of her ankles bends and snaps with a shudderingly clear sound. In the dream, she is crippled; she cannot stand, she can only sprawl on the damp cavern floor, trying to catch her breath, when the kiokote buck comes creeping out from one corner. He is pale, dark haired, eyes too bright in the darkness as they latch onto her. Before she is thrown from the dream by the pain of her ankle, the last thing she'll remember is his grin. She will wake, still imagining what he might do with her corpse, in the dream. ____________________________________ WELCOME TO THE END! In order to get your legendary requirement post in this thread with a reaction to the final result, but please wait until I'm done finishing up the event & posting prizes!
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:40 am
Roses in Bloom will be left alone with the filly as she is finally freed from her tangle of spiderwebs, the whole thing unravelling at once so that Walking Root can step lightly onto the ground beside her, drawing in the first breath of freedom in who knows how long. But the second her hooves touch the ground, it is not Walking Root but a red-haired acha, tail twitching from side to side, the meat returning to her bones. She is small but fierce, with sharp eyes that lock on her rescuer, and her chin raises in reaction. Around her, the room brightens. The massive cave melts away -- not into a cheerful garden, this wouldn't be the lovely doe's style, but instead to darkened glen, branches heavy with moss around them, alive.The soft sounds of insects and birds will rise to a crescendo as she steps in to give her rescuer a kiss, and that will be the last thing Roses remembers as she wakes. Moonstone Dazzle Roll of 1, aren't you lucky! ____________________________________ WELCOME TO THE END! In order to get your legendary requirement post in this thread with a reaction to the final result, but please wait until I'm done finishing up the event & posting prizes!
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:41 am
OOC POST
Since all your participation in this event was so amazing, we decided to give everyone a prize -- at least something. So I need about 7 posts to assign these all out. Starting with the final three, and then going by group. All prizes are being given out, no preference lists or anything. HOPEFULLY EVERYONE LIKES WHAT THEY GET.
With no further ado...
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:45 am
THE FINAL THREEWhile only one of them made it to the end, all three of those who made it near the end were heroes, in their way. Carl, Catherine and Valentine, all colored by and be blue, go to... Moonstone Dazzle As the hero, you get the damsel in distress. Though, I'll be honest, it looks like she should be able to take care of herself... Amorpheous Second place nets you the monster of the dream! Vesperiie And so close, but the wolf is yours; hopefully Edge won't be afraid of him, with the memories of being devoured still so recent...
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:46 am
THE CAVERN JAWSSo close, only to be devoured by a monster neither of you could see -- and be blue is gifting you each with a semi-custom familiar. These can be any of the core familiars, or any of the open familiars in the unique familiar thread. Please just shoot blue a PM with your preferred species, and an inspiration image or a kin to match!
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:49 am
LOST AT SEAThe few that woke up not in a cold sweat, might yet find it creeping over them, if they run into these strange jellyfish dopplegangers colored by and be blue. You're welcome to either give these to the kin that participated, or to anyone else in your herd.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:52 am
THE GREAT BEYONDAn eternity drifting into space in a bubble is memorialized in these bubble-colored flying things by and be blue!
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:54 am
DRAGGED BENEATHThose who were dragged into pits of oil by slick black caiman each get one of these caiman themselves...again, colored by and be blue
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:57 am
AN EARLY DEATHAnd last, but certainly not least...each of the kin who devoured certain glowing mushrooms and found their bellies exploding will find, in the next 24 hours, a strange mushroom growing amongst their things. A mushroom that, while it makes them queasy, they can't ignore, and have a compulsive need to take and keep safe, somewhere near home... Pixeled/colored by and be blue, these are just mushrooms. But you're welcome to get them certed & name them, if you so choose!
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:57 am
PLEASE POST ANY CONGRATS IN THE MAIN EVENT THREAD.
Anyone who hasn't finished up their reaction post, please drop it in this thread ASAP for your legendary reqs. <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 5:43 pm
She had not expected Last Night to plummet so- a strangled cry escaped her throat at the loss of her friend, and she realized it had been her fault. Take the right thread, it will be fine. And now there was nothing she could do. Ears wilting, she turned her head away in shame.
While she would mourn the fate that had befallen Last Night, Roses in Bloom had accomplished her goal. The breath that her beloved took drew tears to her eyes, and she could not help but smile. Oh, what a sight it was to behold! Her Walking Root, returned to... her... at...
No, no! This wasn't Root at all! Staring in puzzled bewilderment, Roses attempted to figure out what was going on. The horrific cave they had once been in melted away, into a wondrous glen. Almost like the swamp, she noted. The exhausted doe took in the wonders that blossomed beneath her very hooves, and she turned to look at the Acha with a smile.
Only to find herself being kissed.
Her eyes fluttered open softly, lids kissed by the early morning sun. It was still brisk, but not unbearably so. What had she been doing in her sleep, to feel so exhausted...? It was as though she hadn't rested at all.
She turned over, closing her eyes, and the wave of images hit her- everything she had done, everything she had just been through, and it hadn't even been her Root.
Still... she had been very brave. And it was very, very nice to be appreciated.
Roses smiled to herself, and yawned as she forced herself more awake.
That hadn't turned out to be so bad a dream, after all.
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