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There had been a bit of confusion surrounding the tumble weed not held gingerly in Hadiyya's hands. Was it a pet? She wasn't sure. It had come from the Scarefari, from a trap she had set, and didn't fit the surroundings. She was guessing it had just sort of.. rolled in. Easiest catch ever if it was indeed a catch.

Figuring it was better safe then sorry, she decided to bring it in to be checked.


Beejoux

Riley didn't know what, exactly, had gotten caught in her scarefari trap. She felt a little bad for it, being that it didn't seem to be fighting very hard, but.. if she had more of an understanding as to what it was, she probably would feel a little more sympathy.

As it was, she held the thing by two fingers, and dropped it down to get checked. The notebook laid out to be written on, and as she scribbled with an elegant flourish, the - what WAS it, really now! - kind of rolled against the page lopsidedly.

It was clear this was a rather easy catch.

After laying the trap, Carmine had come back to find this under it. He wasn't entirely sure how it got there, since it had no legs or other ways of moving, so he snatched it up, reset the trap and carried about playing with it as though it were some sort of toy airplane.

[edit:: oops, sn: satan]

When I returned to my trap I was not expecting to find much of anything. Outside of a lump of coal that had mysteriously appeared in one of my traps, everything else seemed to avoid it like the plague. Leaving behind their tracks in the earth to taunt me. Guess I just don't have that hunting prowess in me, huh?

So when I found a mushroom, at least that is what I think it is, in my trap, I decided to take what I could get. If worse came to worse, it can join the lump of coal on the shelf.

Decided that was enough sharing, Ishie put down the pen and dug a snap shot out of his pocket. He left it atop the notebook and turned to walk away. Maybe someone else would get a kick out his story.

(Edit: SN-Ishtanballa)

Trapping was an art that required lots of patience. But this was getting ridiculous. How long had she camped out in this dark forest, setting and disassembling traps over and over?

Too Long.

She was a hairs breath away from giving up and going back to the fields when she spotted it calmly munching on the sugar cube in her trap. With a wild cry Mandy charged forward pouncing and wrestling the minipet in an epic show of strength before she managed to subdue the mighty gist beneat-

Oh. It was just a snail.


......how disappointing.

Maybe Barth would want another one for his tank.

((Rosie))

He'd been here hours. And while stalking things was fun, staring at a hole dug in the ground and covered with a leafy net was becoming high on his list of the most boring things he'd done. Tyr had had a moment of excitment when something had come near, only to be spooked off at the last moment. His tail switched in annoyance as he'd had to reset the trap again.
Hours went by again and he'd dozed off somehow despite the damp mist clinging to his skin and likely getting his clothes mouldy by now. A crash sounded and he sprang to his feet, teeth bared at...nothing. Sighing, he growled and glanced at his trap. He'd thought that something had....Hey! It had caught something. Eagerly, he trotted over and peered over the edge of the hole at a...



Snail? Ugh. That wasn't a catch! The thing probly fell in as it oozed over the top. He reached in with a clawed hand and picked it up, eyeing it curiously. Well, at least it had a cool glowing blue shell. He liked blue. Ears perked and tail twitching happily at that thought, he reset another trap and trotted off to the Scarefari booth to record what he'd caught.

{{Edit: Forgot to put my account. Hope that didn't mess anything up. - Shadowfall}}

For anyone who might have been standing near the signing book, the sound of grunts and angry, high-pitched whinnies could be heard even from a great distance, despite how the air was still around the book itself. Peering around in the dark would provide no insight to the sound -- the dense foliage of the scarefari caused the sound to echo off the bark of the surrounding trees, amplifying and warping it. It could have come from anywhere, and the gentle, whistling breeze helped none to identify the location of the sound, rustling the underbrush and whispering teasingly through your hair, making it stand on end. Not that the sound was particularly... terrifying, or anything. It was actually kind of one of those obnoxious things that made you want to make faces, like nails on a chalkboard, or that jerk in your class who won't stop talking about his so-called 'achievements' or your friend talking about how their boilfriend is sooooooo cute. Something you wanted to seriously shut up, but were powerless to do so.

Staring around in the darkness would do nothing, and it was only after that particular student had gotten so fed up with the noise that they were going to cut their own story short that there was a crash of random branches, and a certain skinwalker stumbled up to the book, holding what looked to be a... shooting star or something. There might have been the slightest raising of eyebrows too -- the boil didn't seem to be just holding it either, it looked like it was bridled, albeit poorly and... ridiculously. That look would earn the student a look of their own, molten amber eyes turning from the struggle with the minipet to the onlooker, one eyebrow quirked as if saying 'yeah, what're you lookin' at, punk?'

Except that momentary glance seemed to alert the 'star thing' that it was a perfect opportunity to get away. The next few minutes would dissolve quickly into grunts and frustrated neighing as the monster literally leaped onto his captive, wrestling with it for a good few seconds before he got up, dragging the creature towards the notebook.

That's about the time the student decided the skinwalker could go first.