Endless gave no regard really to the others around him. It happened sometimes, others dreaming would wink in and out if he happened to skirt near their dreams. Most never notice him, though if they met again there would be a feeling of Deja Vu. As he began to walk, the changing scenery shifted too much to continue to observe, clearly not the intent of this journey.
It was only a blink between spying the circle of others and being there, watching as they did, the owlcat fight. Endless frowned a little. What was the purpose of such senselessness? He really dislike the Acha who kept bothering him for his wager, and try as he might he could not lose the other.
"White then." he said, casting out the first color that came to mind, just so the other would leave him be.
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 4:03 pm
Prompt 2
Even as the words left his lips, and he turned to look at the doe once more, she was gone. Errant's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he shook his head once in disbelief. Clearly the rules were a bit different, around here. With a small, barely audible sigh, he shrugged--there was nothing to do about it now, he supposed...which meant the only way to go was forward. More on edge than he'd care to admit, he looked around himself carefully as he started forward, made more cautious still by the complete foreignness of the surrounding landscape.
When he'd gone no more than a half dozen steps forward, however, he could swear he heard...cheering? Before he knew it, his feet had carried him into a clearing with a ring of kin surrounding a fight between two owlcats, his breath coming quickly after his unplanned sprint.
Deciding abruptly that he was not a fan of this particular spectator sport, he went to leave, but was stopped by an acha with a...particularly toothy grin, who prompted him to choose which owlcat he thought would win, the white or the black one.
"I don't particularly care to stay to find out" He replied, trying again to go around the acha who had asked him to make a choice, only to be stopped again. Shifting from side to side, he looked at the kin again, weighing his possibility of success in making it out of the clearing without being stopped, again before finally caving--this place was strange enough, and clearly violent enough, that it might behoove him to find out a bit more about it before he potentially initiated a fight of some sort.
Reluctance evident in his voice, he nonetheless made his choice.
"White, then."
Having done so, he stepped off ever so slightly, to stand where he could barely see the 'entertainment'.
Even as the words left his lips, and he turned to look at the doe once more, she was gone. Errant's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he shook his head once in disbelief. Clearly the rules were a bit different, around here. With a small, barely audible sigh, he shrugged--there was nothing to do about it now, he supposed...which meant the only way to go was forward. More on edge than he'd care to admit, he looked around himself carefully as he started forward, made more cautious still by the complete foreignness of the surrounding landscape.
When he'd gone no more than a half dozen steps forward, however, he could swear he heard...cheering? Before he knew it, his feet had carried him into a clearing with a ring of kin surrounding a fight between two owlcats, his breath coming quickly after his unplanned sprint.
Deciding abruptly that he was not a fan of this particular spectator sport, he went to leave, but was stopped by an acha with a...particularly toothy grin, who prompted him to choose which owlcat he thought would win, the white or the black one.
"I don't particularly care to stay to find out" He replied, trying again to go around the acha who had asked him to make a choice, only to be stopped again. Shifting from side to side, he looked at the kin again, weighing his possibility of success in making it out of the clearing without being stopped, again before finally caving--this place was strange enough, and clearly violent enough, that it might behoove him to find out a bit more about it before he potentially initiated a fight of some sort.
Reluctance evident in his voice, he nonetheless made his choice.
"White, then."
Having done so, he stepped off ever so slightly, to stand where he could barely see the 'entertainment'.
((derp; forgot to roll D<))
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 4:50 pm
Prompt 2:
The sound of voices drew his attention, of course, and Things Unheard found himself tripping a little more quickly toward them as he got closer and the volume increased. There was something in the sound that indicated a fight, to him, but he hasn't expected it to be owlcats. He had thought, perhaps, that two bucks had gotten into a shoving match and their kin or their tribes had gathered around to watch but stay out of the way. To assist only if necessary but to otherwise witness the fight.
Betting, though. Betting made his mouth dry. It flattened his ears and made his nose wrinkle. He didn't want to wager on whether one of these creatures would hurt the other. He would have preferred the simple outcome of neither doing or being injured. Still, the dark-eyed buck was insistent, so Things Unheard tossed his head a bit before gritting out an answer: "The black. The black will win."
The sound of voices drew his attention, of course, and Things Unheard found himself tripping a little more quickly toward them as he got closer and the volume increased. There was something in the sound that indicated a fight, to him, but he hasn't expected it to be owlcats. He had thought, perhaps, that two bucks had gotten into a shoving match and their kin or their tribes had gathered around to watch but stay out of the way. To assist only if necessary but to otherwise witness the fight.
Betting, though. Betting made his mouth dry. It flattened his ears and made his nose wrinkle. He didn't want to wager on whether one of these creatures would hurt the other. He would have preferred the simple outcome of neither doing or being injured. Still, the dark-eyed buck was insistent, so Things Unheard tossed his head a bit before gritting out an answer: "The black. The black will win."
If it could be called winning at all.
(D'oh. I even told myself not to forget to roll. ... and then forgot.)
Alarm charged every hair on Neither's body and made them prickle as they pressed on through the ever changing woods. Being left without a choice made them anxious and irritable. As such, while they noticed the odd collection of kin on similar paths, they refused to speak to any of them.
Neither Nor barely felt the earth beneath their hooves as they broke into a run. They barely noticed the change in their own pace until suddenly they stopped as if an unseen force stilled their limbs. Their tail curled slowly in an out as they took in the new scenario they were presented with.
The too-cheerful acha approached and begged for a wager. Neither declined. They pleaded. Again, Neither declined. They bribed. Again, Neither declined growing angry at the kin. They threatened. Neither told them to do something unpleasant to their mothers. The acha narrowed it's steely gaze onto Neither Nor and still grinning, blackmailed.
Neither Nor seethed, trembling from the force it took not to lash out at the stranger for daring to presume they had 'dirt' on the kimeti. "White then! If it will get you off my back!" They shouted.
The crowd swells as the battle goes on, and comes to a crescendo as the battle comes to a bloody end.
The white owlcat is victorious, but as it stands over its conquered foe, the mood in the glade changes. Those who bet on white are rewarded with one simple prize: their lives. As for the rest...with a mighty cry, the crowd turn on all the losers like a pack of wild wolves, chasing them from the glade and taking out all who lag behind.
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THE FOLLOWING SIX PARTICIPANTS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED:
Please feel free to write an 'exit' post for your kin. They will be torn apart in the dream, but wake up same and sound wherever they fell asleep.
iStoleYurVamps
Breaks Bones [no post]
kuuropii
Mighty Victor [no post]
Sarano_Krem
Feral Storm [no post]
Maxx D
Bitter End - 1
FrostyPeaches
Kiss of Death - 3
phoenix kiss
Raven Talker - 5
NEXT PROMPT WILL FOLLOW, IN THE NEXT POST.
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 10:17 am
Prompt 3: The Garden
Eventually, the chase flags, the fury of the glade melting away to something more serene, many kin escaping their certain death and nursing wounds as they take their first few steps into a brightly-colored, well-kept garden.
At first, it is quiet, but as you walk deeper among the daffodils and the violets and the lilies, a chatter begins to swell around you. A snippet of conversation to the left. A snipped to the right. Someone laughs, down the way, and you begin to make out a word here, a word there, until --
"Watch where you put that foot!" Exclaims a lily that you are near to stepping on. Not too far away, the violets let out a high-pitched giggle, and you realize that all the flowers are talking.
It occurs to you at once that if they can talk, then you can ask them questions, and so [in your own way] you beg, or demand, or politely inquire, as to which way you should go.
"Across the river," says the Lily, and her tone implies you are a moron. She tips her head to point in that direction.
"Through the valley," argues one Violet, and her sisters all agree, talking over each other and babbling in excitement.
You must follow one of them. Which way will you go?
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OOC INFO:
This an elimination prompt! You must reply to the prompt above in whatever way you'd like., but you must, somewhere in your post, specify if you're following the advise of the Lily or the Violet. PLEASE BOLD YOUR CHOICE.
When you post, please also roll a 20-sided die. In past events, this die has been used to put some members back into the running, even if they choose the wrong fork, so it is to your benefit to do so!
You have until January 1st at 11:59 PM EST to complete this prompt and join in the event [but, realistically, I'll probably accept entries until around noon on the next day. XP].
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THE FOLLOWING PARTICIPANTS ARE STILL IN THE GAME Everyone who took the wrong path but rolled over 5 was kept in the game.
WHITE: Amorpheous - Through Your Eyes - 5 Araucana - 0 KIN - Fair Thought - 20 Astraea Pandora - Endless Dreaming - 18 Blinded By Silence - As The Sun Burns - 20 Dis arcanae - Blessed Offering - 12 Dizzy_Kat - Neither Nor - 20 elvyralani - Winter is Coming - 16 Jun D - Sleepless - 7 Lural - Tangled Web - 1 Minsuil - Lightbringer - 17 musicaloner7 - Blue Heart - 8 Ryuukishin - Lost Apathy - 10 SilverShieldwolf - Frozen - 14 StarieMichie - Cockerel - 13 The Time Vortex - Dances-With-Doves - 7 Vashtya - Errant Thought - 19 Yushika - 0 KIN - Nameless - 11
BLACK: anemosagkelos - Give Forward - 13 Aric Val - Evenfall - 12 Chrystali - Sacred Grove - 14 Kitty Sprightt - Maple - 8 Lady Aria Starstone - Lust - 15 Ruriska - The Killing moon - 16 Samuel Carlin - Things Unheard - 7 Tiarana - Murkcrow - 19 Vesperiie - Rises Again - 17
Narrowly escaping with her life (and some not so lucky), Ascent felt a bit shaken. This was not a normal dream -- not even like the last one, where things were barren and expansive but at least peaceful. She'd never feared for her own life in her dreams, but now...
The Kiokote shook her head and swished her tail, mind consumed with what could have possibly spurred such a dream when she was promptly snapped at. Surprised, she looked to who had addressed her -- except it was a what, not a who. Ascent wondered if this was what going mad was like, watching the flowers bicker and giggle.
Quietly, politely, but in a manner that brooked no weakness, she asked the flowers where her destination might be. The Lily was a bit scornful, but the Violets were overexcited, overeager, perhaps. The Kiokote hesitated, looking between the two before uttering a sigh. The Violets seemed a bit like excitable yearlings, and with some consideration, she decided to heed the advice of the Lily, thanking the flower and apologizing once more before carefully picking her way towards the indicated direction.
The Time Vortex rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20Total: 20 (1-20)
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 11:24 am
Dances-with-Doves skids to a halt, hooves digging into the ground and accidentally crushing a few unfortunate sprouts as he looks back over his shoulder, breathing heavily. This dream - if dream is what it is - had quickly become a nightmare. Though he'd escaped with his life, he'd seen so many Kin fall, turned upon by the insane crowd of owlcat-fight watchers. He looks a bit distrustfully at the flowers for a bit, as though expecting one to suddenly grow teeth and bite his face, but when nothing happens, he slowly ventures further into the garden.
Soon enough, he realizes he was at least half-right about the flowers; though they apparently have no intentions of eating him, they are more than just normal flowers, they are talking. And in the case of the violets, talking... and talking... and talking. Giving his head a brief shake, he quietly interrupts the conversation, asking which way he should go. The Lily suggests that he crosses the river, and right now that sounds very appealing after his fear-fueled run. He steps forward, carefully setting one hoof in the water, before starting across.
When the black cat was slain, The Killing Moon couldn't help but laugh. It is a short lived sound as the crowd grows vicious, turning on him with wolfish snarls. He bares his teeth in challenge, muscles tensed and head held high. But he isn't a fool. This was not a battle he can win.
The buck turns and runs, hearing rather than seeing others pulled to the ground and torn apart. Still he runs until he is far from the crowd and among the quiet peace of a garden.
Well, perhaps not so quiet.
He limps (a lucky bite from a nasty Kiokote) deeper into the flowers; flowers that seemed to be quite a chatty bunch. He lets this new knowledge wash over him, nods once and then politely inquires about directions.
"I see," he smiles. The violets make him smile, so he takes their advice and heads towards the valley.
With burning lungs, Giveforward outruns the crowd. There is one small but deep gash against the edge of her thigh and it stings fiercely but it is her only injury. She frowns, this dream is different than the last she had of wakefulness and a quest. Very much different.
She takes a moment to catch her breath. Closes her eyes and listens to the soft voices that reach out. It is before she opens her eyes that she starts to move and the sharp, "Watch where you put that foot!" surprises her into stillness.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she apologizes, as she leans down. "You're very pretty flowers." Even so, she cannot stand here forever. "Which way should I go, if you wouldn't mind helping me?"
Of course the Lily and the Violet are not in agreement. She supposes that would be too easy. She speaks with each but neither gives her anything further and then she rises.
"Thank you, I shall take your advice, Lily." She smiles and turns towards the river. Perhaps she will find a lovely caiman there.
The sea of flowers was... interesting, to say the least. It was certainly not a sight that Blue Heart was used to. But was perhaps more interesting were the tiny voices that kept finding their way to her ears. Swiveling them about, her steps were more careful and precise as she went on, until stopping where she finds the source. Watching the two flowers go back and forth, she slowly rose a brow inquisitively. Odd... Not only that, both provided different directions on how to proceed further. What a bother... pressing her lips, and brows lowering to express her irritation, she looked between the two flora. The Violets were... too excited... it was unnerving. And while the Lily seemed unenthused, she could at least understand how it might be feeling: equally annoyed at a stranger asking for directions. Lily it was, then.
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:30 pm
PROMPT 002
Blessed gazes down at the flowers with warmth in her eyes, though she regards the lily with a small frown; upset that she'd almost stepped on her, though... still, none too trusting of her tone. The violets, however, seemed more than friendly. She decides to take the path they suggest.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:31 pm
(I... I forgot ag-gain...)
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PROMPT 002
Blessed gazes down at the flowers with warmth in her eyes, though she regards the lily with a small frown; upset that she'd almost stepped on her, though... still, none too trusting of her tone. The violets, however, seemed more than friendly. She decides to take the path they suggest.
Prompt 2
