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 Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 5:43 pm
Alone in the Dark
Night is falling.. or is the sun rising? You can't tell which way you came from and your scent trail is mixed up with everything else. Where are you? What are you even doing this late? Don't you know something could be lurking out there?
Maybe you can find another adahy tribe to stick with for the night, or maybe you can try to stumble home...
This is a semi free-choice response!
You decide what your character looks like (it must be adahy). Male or female, red, green, orange, whatever you'd like. Tell us what happens or why you're stuck in the forest.
This contest runs until the end of the event! Winner gets a free semi-custom of the adahy from their response (no edits though, sorry! <3)
Please post your RP response here...
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 6:59 pm
Username: Daijonakain Gender: Female Reference:  She stumbles over a tree root, as if the thing had risen up just to trip her-- and maybe it had, she doesn't know. It's not the first time she's lost her balance in this place-- in fact her entire sense of direction is completely distorted. She is utterly and completely lost. And alone. What little light had managed to sneak through the thick canopy earlier is now fading. The shadows are becoming angry looking-- malicious. Every rustle in the brush around her sounds like a threat-- the sudden caw of a bird in the looming dusk makes her jump, her heart smashing against her ribcage. She whimpers in abject misery and fear. For hours she has wandered, doubling back again and again on herself, trying to follow her scent trail back home, but it's become so hopelessly muddled now that there is no chance, she's sure, of ever finding her way back. Still, she tries. As terrified as she is, she isn't one to give up. She simply can't. After all, she still has family on the other side of the lake. And if she survives this... no doubt she'll get quite the scolding, but won't she have a tale to tell? Not that she's thinking of glory at the moment-- oh no. She's far too concerned with the fact that an angry Di'Taki will attack her, first for intruding upon it's territory and secondly because she is Adahy. Especially because she is Adahy. Night is falling quickly. Things she hadn't noticed before in the faint light begin to glow eerie colors that only serve to enhance her nervous sense of dread. She is, however, marginally thankful for the faint, ghostly light the various mushrooms and other fungus, and even a few flowers and ferns, offer for her. Not that it really helps much, lost as she is, but the light is a minor comfort in the forest that has quickly become dark as pitch. Smash-- crunch! Something moves, something big and fast in the trees around her. She is so frightened that she doesn't even squeak, and instead instinctively presses herself closer to the thick underbrush, closer to the ground. She is almost certain that the loud hammering of her heart in her own ears must certainly be heard by the creature approaching her direction. Never before has she been so terrified. Fear has never really been a part of her. Always the brave one, the first one to leap into a dare or into a tussle with her siblings and the other adolescents she had encountered. Before, she was always the one to want to explore, to go new places-- and eventually at had led her across the river. Foolish! So stupid she had been-- but at the time it had seemed like the greatest adventure ever! Well, now, for the first time she knows true terror. Pressed to the ground, her dark purple body blends almost perfectly with the shadows. Even the spattering of pale yellow dapples on her rump, feet and ears seem little more than the glow of some of the strange mushrooms around her. And her feathers all of steel blue seem like ferns in the dark. But despite this camouflage, she still does not feel safe-- not one bit. The thing makes one final crushing, snapping lunge near her and then it goes quiet. She looks up from where she had buried her head against herself and spots... a deer. It's a deer. She nearly laughs with relief, almost cries with it, but it leaves her feeling even more shaky than ever. She must get home.. she has to. And then... she realizes this is a deer from her own side of the river. A species she recognizes. She looks in the direction it had come from, and then starts going that way. It takes a very long time, or perhaps none at all, but it seems as if the forest lightens around her. And then, there, she sees a break, like a clearing, and the sparkle of water under the light of what must surely be the moon. Then she is running with the last of her strength out into the open. And the site of home has never looked so beautiful. And there, the deer, leaping quietly and gracefully out of the trees. It's as if it had led her home. She knows that is impossible, and that the creature had likely just wandered there but still... she can't help but to smile at it as it makes it's way, swimming, back across the river to safety. And she, too, follows it across.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 4:42 pm
"Damn this forest!
A blur stumbled through the undergrowth, his rainbow-splotched pelt stained slightly red, cuts all along his sides. Glowing blue eyes shone out of two deep sockets - this Adahy was emaciated, sickly. But he kept going, digging his claws into the earth as he limped about. Which way was north? East? Up? Where was his tribe? He was lost, deathly lost. He'd gone out on an expedition to the breeding thicket and...well, he wasn't sure what happened. He was on the path and then the path was gone and now he had no clue where he was.
Dyri finally slowed to a stop, collapsing into a dirt-brown mud puddle. Around him, the colors of the forest were swirling chaotically, his vision swimming. It had been so long since he had eaten...so, so long. Suddenly abandoning hunting in order to return to his tribe seemed like a terrible idea, now that he'd been lost for nearly a half a moon-cycle. But without his tribe, what chance did he stand? He couldn't hunt that well, and Mother Earth help him if a Di'ta-
Wait, what was that scent? He took a deep breath, eyes flickering open for a moment. It smelled almost like...food. From somewhere nearby. Slowly he struggled to his feet, stumbling forward, sniffling. So...hungry! Suddenly, the beast presented itself - a carcass, lying along side the path. Wait, the path was back? Yes, apparently so. Oh well. Dyri set into the corpse, devouring it.
Such a wonderful taste! He'd never eaten such lovely food before. It was as though this was his first meal ever, because...well, it had been so long! The meat was gone in a flash, though, and his belly was full. Looking up to the navy sky, he realized night had fallen. Night? Had it not been morning just a moment ago? This was quite odd...
The Adahy continued on his path, creeping through the bushes. His ears swiveled every which way, listening for sounds. Then there was this peculiar noise...It sounded almost like the clacking of bones. His legs came to a stop, multi-colored head whipping suddenly. Bones didn't just move on their own, did they? But as he stopped, as did the sound. How eerie.
For a moment he stayed, surveying the land around him. The trees...under the light of the moon, their bark appeared to be near night-black, with no leaves to grace their branches. Suddenly he felt as though he, as a living thing, was terribly out of place in this land of terrors. Under his claws, the grass - wait, there was no grass. Just dirt, terrifying dirt.
Home was really far away, wasn't it?
Swallowing down his terror, Dyri continued through the wastelands, eyes rolling about in his sockets madly. This place...he'd never heard of such a nightmarish place. The branches seemed like claws, scratching at the moon above, trying to drag it out of the sky and devour it. He was suddenly met by the feeling that he was going in circles - looking back behind him, he could see his clawprints were, in fact, arranged in a circle. There was no way he'd just been circling himself this entire time!
Wait, no, there were his footprints, heading back immeasurably, out of his line of sight. Then, wait. Who's prints were -
He broke into a run, yelping. He had no clue what had make those prints, but they were recent and huge. Well, the pads weren't all that large, but the claws...they were easily the length of his foreleg! The clacking began again, filling Dyri's ears to the brim, chasing him through the demented forest. He ran faster, slower, nothing made the terrible noise stop, and he could feel something's eyes burning into his flanks, driving him farther, farther, madder with each passing second -
The air in his chest was burning, his lungs gasping. No farther! The Adahy slowed to a stop, maw gaping. God, how long had he been running? His legs and feet throbbed with the effort of his escape. But the eyes and the noise had faded, leaving him in peace once more.
Just for a second he let his head hang, eyes peering down at his feet. Wait, were those his feet? Where was the flesh!? Dyri screamed, launching backwards, but the feet were indeed attached. All that remained of them were bones, skeletal and ivory, although they certainly seemed to work alright. His legs - they were skeletal too! He whirled his head, and out of his side vision he could see a terribly pale spine.
Oh, Mother Nature!
"Dude, what are you doing?"
He whirled - behind him was a...pumpkin. Talking. Floating in midair. "Are those...mushrooms!? You idiot!" The pumpkin drifted closer, and Dyri felt a clobber over his bare skull. "Come on now, we've got to get you back to the tribe and see if the Elders can save your sorry tail." It began to float away, and he couldn't help but follow.
And that, children, is why you don't eat mushrooms. Unless you want to wander through the forest of nightmares like me, forever," By now the Adahy children were cuddled together, shivering and shuddering. Had he really done that good of a job of recounting his story? Dyri twitched an ear absently, examining his normal, fleshy paws. Nope, still alright, for the moment. Mercifully, the elders were able to keep him from going mad until the mushroom's toxins cleared from his head, and now he spent a good deal of time educating the children about the dangers of eating random mushrooms and berries that they find in the wild. But sometimes he couldn't help but wonder...he had never seen the mushrooms that he had supposedly eaten. In fact, no one had ever fessed up to being the pumpkin that led him back to the elders, either. And the elders had no knowledge of having ever cared for him.
...Wow, what really happened that night? Dyri had no idea. Perhaps that was for the best.
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