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 Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 7:17 pm
 He fought off the monsters as best he could, but their numbers were too much for Storm, and they overpowered him. In a sudden gasp of air, Feral Storm found himself lying beside a tree in his territory. As his breathing slows, Storm quickly realizes it was just a strange dream. Shaken by his death at the hands, or jaws rather, of several caiman, he sets off to hunt down some and repay the debt.
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:14 pm
He shied left and right, hissing with pain and alarm as each movement only brought him into contact with the thorns on the other side, or the birds attacking from above. Try as he might, rushing only made things worse and until the walls finally vanished, Fizz was certain he would actually die here, that maybe this wasn't a dream. As with many of the others, it was only now that Fizz realized other kin were in this dream. Whether they were real or figments of the dream himself, he couldn't be sure, but none looked to be in much better shape than himself. It gave credence to the possibility of them being real. Still, Frozen Sweet was not among their number. Had she ever been there in the first place? He could still taste the scent of the flowers on the back of this throat, and while a swim at any other moment might give him some relief from the smell, and wash the blood that dripped down his battered sides, now it looked forboding and dangerous. How far above them was the surface, and would he have enough breath to reach it? Fizz was not built for swimming. He followed the majority of the others and hesitantly stepped into one of the hot air bubbles to the right
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Appeal rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:27 pm
This path hadn't been as bad as being eaten by caiman but it was heart crushing to say the least. She had chosen this route with the hope of finding birds, braving thorns that tore into her hide and awful smelling flowers only to listen to her own heart break as the birds attacked. She shrieked and cried, begging to know why the birds turned on her like this. Did they want their feathers back? Had they remembered her? It was painfully ironic to watch the birds fly around with tufts off the fur from her coat.
She was relieved and yet disappointed the birds had left at the same time only to settled on surprised when a new group of kin found their way to her group, covered in what seemed to be black ooze. What was more surprising was their new location. How had it shifted like that? Had they wandered into here as the birds attacked? Forgotten Feathers was one to get lost but never had the area seemingly shifted in such a manner like this. Blue eyes wide, she looked around until to find herself with new options.
It was an obvious choice. Why would she go for a swim when she could fly like her dreams beckoned her to? She went right, hoping this bubble would take her to a place she'd never been before: the sky.
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 10:31 pm
The Killing Moon moved through the thorns and flowers in determined silence. His face set grimly, he dipped his head to make his face less of a target for the birds, occasionally giving a small grunt of pain when a beak took more than its fair share of his fur. Then he was through and he looked at each of the others in turn, his expression darkening when the rest arrived, those who had chosen the black path. So many had perished. Bubbles or water? He stood and waited, watching many of the others make their choice. Then with a flexing of his muscles and a flick of his hair, he took to the left, pushing through the barrier and into the ocean.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:01 am
These were not birds that sought to be listened to. they sought only her flesh, to pick and to pull, to taste the blood drawn by the thorns and to draw blood themselves. Her thoughts led her elsewhere, but they jerked back into her skin, pulled back into her body with the ever deepening wounds the thorns pressed into her body. She swung her head at times to ward off the birds with her antlers and to try to clear the vines, but she got tangled and scratched anyway. Her eyes terrifyingly calm but her breath ragged, she pushed onward, sinking into the pain and becoming a part of it.
Until all of a sudden it disappeared. All around her, she knew that while their path was hard, the other was even more so. The kin slick with oil, bleeding and out of breath, had been thinned by something strange and dark in this dream. A kinder kin, or perhaps one possessed of a different sort of kindness, might have hoped that they had all woken up somewhere safe and comforting, but Last Night's only mercy was to forget them as she considered the water that surrounded them.
To her left there was water and herself, to the right there was air and nothingness. The right seemed too restricting, it seemed like weights and gravity, holding her closed and in. She chose to go left for that was freedom, there she was not trapped, and if she died then she had nothing else to blame. She lived unconstrained, so she would dream so as well.
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:02 am
[Er.... I forgot to roll in my last post. I hope it's okay to roll now... Sorry about that.]
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So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:33 am
Were she not cautious on the path before, Roses was terrified of it now. The flowers seemed to lunge for her, choking her senses and tearing at her fur. Worse was the noise drew forth the birds, who found those sensitive spots of tattered flesh to claw and bite at. Her strong facade was entirely forgotten; the petite doe allowed herself to cry as she fought her way through the bramble, desperate to escape this monstrous labyrinth she had put herself into.
How had her Root found such a place? And how had she gotten so lost? These questions flashed through her mind as hoofbeats fell loud on the path amongst her cries. Worse yet...
What sort of creature would have a dream such as this?
When she finally evaded the last of the birds, Roses in Bloom allowed herself to collapse to the floor. Closing her eyes, the petite doe attempted to find some way to calm herself. Not even birds and their songs had been of any solace to her in this nightmare, no.
But she had to keep going.
There were, once more, two paths ahead to choose. One in which the bubbles crept from the Earth, like the gasses the mother swamp might show them. This was almost of comfort to Roses, until she remembered such an emotion had fluttered past her awareness just moments ago.
No. This was not the path, then. Swallowing uneasily, Roses stood to her hooves, and made her way towards the giant crack with some trepidation. She was not the strongest swimmer, no... But Root needed her. And look what she had accomplished so far!
Drawing a deep breath, Roses pushed her way through the crack to the left, and moved onward with this horrendous journey.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 7:26 pm
Reaction Post She knew she had chosen the wrong path. Horror writhed in her stomach. But she could not turn back. She felt the teeth cut into her flesh. Pain. Hurt. Black. Too much. Pain. Pain. Pain. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Soon it would be over. She remembered that it was a dream and she let go. Her eyes popped open. She felt the horror of her last moments, but rising above it was a vague sadness. She hadn't found them. She had failed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:35 pm
Of the eleven kin still winding their way through this strange dreamscape, seven of them opt for the relative safety of air bubbles to carry them through the water -- and these will instantly grow to regret their decisions. Three unlucky ones find that they rise up through the water rapidly -- too rapidly -- shooting from the ground to the surface and then up into cold, empty air. Here the bubbles will harden around them, turning into an impenetrable barrier, and they will continue to rise. And rise. And rise. The ground below will disappear into a dot, and they will continue to rise. It will feel like forever. An eternity drifting in the emptiness of space. They will awake, wherever it is they fell asleep, tossed free of the dream by their horror. Minsuil failed to post, sorry. ): ____________________________________ Sorry you three: you took the wrong path, and your low scores/failure to post unfortunately mean that this is the end of the game for you! However, I request that you write a short reaction post in this thread -- either of your kin as he/she is carried away into the infinity of space, or of their feelings when they awake -- if you'd like to get Legendary credit for participating.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:37 pm
Four of those who opted to enter into their bubbles look upward as their companions float away, seeing them break through the surface and disappear into the black sky. These four use sharp wits -- or blind panic, perhaps -- to break their bubbles before they harden, and are tossed back down into the sea to join those who travelled to the left. ___________________________________ Thanks to your lucky rolls, you four have managed to stay in the game. Please respond to the prompt in the next post....
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:46 pm
Swimming through the sea, through the slit to the left, is no mean feat -- at first. At first they find it slow going, have to hold their breaths, lungs burning as they struggle not to take in water. While their companions shot up to the surface in their bubbles, they will find a voice dragging them not upward but forward: the sense of urgency, that this filly needs rescuing, forcing them to brave the pain and hope that, eventually, there will be an air pocket to replenish their oxygen. There isn't. Eventually, they will have to open their mouths and take in the seawater; it will fill their eyes, their noses, their mouths, pour down their throats, sink into every bit of them. It will burn, and hurt; they will suffocate. Then they will find themselves, all at once, able to breathe the water. They are fish, but they are dream fish. They are fish who can alter their own forms, and join one of two schools to follow toward that quiet 'voice'. If they join the left school, they will turn into long, lean, hungry creatures, beasts with sharp teeth and long snouts, snarling lips, angry eyes. This school is combative, fish often butting heads or bumping sides, smacking each other aside with tails. If they join the school to the right, they will become jellyfish that will waft through the water gently, softly, in waves of faint colors that blend together and begin to lose their shape. Each heads in, roughly, the same direction. It is only form that is different... ____________________________________ If your name is listed above, you have 24 hours to respond to this prompt! Please respond with a short paragraph in which your choice -- right or left -- is highlighted in bold, and in addition, please roll 1d20. This roll may or may not be used to direct players back into the game.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 9:06 pm
Reaction PostNo. No. No no nononononono. It was too high, too fast. Once again, Fizz found no solace in his choice. As his bubble rose he saw a kin drop back into the ocean from just below him. He stomped at his bubble, hoping to do the same and only made a faint ripple on it's surface. He kicked again, harder and more frantic. He threw himself against the sides, he kicked with all four legs, smacked his tail against it, even scraped his teeth along it's smooth glass interior and nothing he could do would pop it's surface. The voice that called to him grew faint and faded into silence. The distance between him and the ocean below grew ever greater. Fizz screamed and reared back, smashing his forehead into the bubble. And awoke in a cold sweat. His sides heaved with panicked breaths and his head hurt where he's connected with something in his sleep. His hide was perfect though, no ash, no blood, no signs at all of what he'd just been through other than an intense sensation of unfulfilled longing and fear. He got to his shaky feet. It was time to seek out his twin, for real this time, and maybe their mother... he couldn't be alone right now.
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SerinaNight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 9:37 pm
 As the buck floated up above the sea, seeing how the others struggled and yet could not escape, he broke his bubble and was lucky enough to break it before it was to late. It was a good thing he had watched the bubbles as he went up, otherwise he would not have noticed them slowly stopping their gentle shifting and forming into impenetrable barriers. Splashing into the water he felt the wind knocked out of his body and could no longer breath, accidentally taking in water. The pain from the water entering even his eyes was intense, but there was little he could do. Not sinking below the waves was almost impossible, as his body protested movement, let alone full on swimming. When air finally flew down his throat he noticed with surprise that he was not drowning, but breathing water.
It was a pleasant surprise, after terror and fear. The fact he couldn't breath and could feel water falling down his throat despite his wishes was not a pleasant experience. Now, however, he simply swam. Seeing the schools of fish, he, once again, thought over what the foal he chased would do. Which school would she join? After falling from the sky, unless that is, she hadn't... he decided to put that thought aside. Assume she had fallen. Which swarm would she join? After breaking through her bubble, would she wish for confrontation, or peace? He sighed, normally he was sure she would pick the fighting fish, but the terror of almost drowning was likely to make her wish for some peace. He went to the right, hoping once again he hadn't misjudged.
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Vesperiie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 10:30 pm
Watching the fools who took the easy way out, or perhaps didn't trust in frogs, gave her a twinge of satisfaction that made it through even past her burning lungs. Perhaps it was her pride, her refusal to be wrong, that helped her last just slightly past the others in swimming, but even she succumbed to the drowning. Salt water flooded her eyes, her nose, her mouth, burning all the way down in a hurt she'd never before felt, and then just as suddenly relief was there. She was changing now, amorphous, and able to choose.
It wasn't even a choice though. It was as if there were no other options-- sharp teeth and snarls, combat, predation, so attuned was she to that lifestyle that she flowed into the form of the lean, hungry, fighting fish as if destined for it. Before she even knew it, and not that she cared to change it, she'd gone left.
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 11:09 pm
He swam; throwing every ounce of his energy forward and hoping to reach santurary in time. Help me.The voice called to him, young, innocent and full of promise. His lungs began to burn and his limbs began to ache and even then he pressed on until his vision clouded and he was forced to open his mouth, trying to suck in air that wasn't there. Water rushed in, filled him with dead weight. The Killing Moon hung motionless until the water became air, his lungs adapting to the new environment. It was with the faintest smile that he shifted, his hair becoming the long red tendrils of a jellyfish. Drifting placidly, he moved to the right.
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