My name: Nebula My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Nebula is a loner who values his peace more than anything. It is not that he dislikes others in a bad way he just can't allow others to disturb his thoughts while he ponders about meaning of things, especially while he studies his beloved stars in clear starry nights. Yet at this very instant he is ready to break all boundries that he believes in so he could investigate and explain this strange pulling force he feels deep inside. Oracle Scribe:Nebula's Oracle Scribe
Nebula walked into the clearing, after fallowing some strange yet appealing call he couldn't explain to himself, the sight and smell made him stop and he stood still for quite a while soaking in all the colors, sounds and smells that bombarded his scents. He was a loner that avoided contact with others and this was a bit of shock for him. Yet something wouldn't allow him to leave. He felt this was a place he had to be at this exact time.
'' Great... well suck it up Nebula. There are things to be investigated.''
Yes this was his first festival held in Rotana' name.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:12 am
Nebula wondered around aimlessly because of the promise those flying things gave him. And yet he wasn't finding anything that would catch his interest. Were they only toying with him. As he grew tired of searching he decided to take a small break and that was the time he stumbled upon a raccoon.
'' I'll call you George mr. raccoon. '' he said as he smiled '' How do you like that. ''
Of course the raccoon ignored him while he was busy eating his berries but all in all it was one polite little fella. Or was it a she?!
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:12 am
Maybe that rabbit was the one from earlier? Maybe it was following her around because just like the previous time that she had almost gotten skunk, the mare found she was being watched yet again by another cottontail. The idea that the rabbit was following her..almost made her paranoid. Maybe it too was in cahoots with that damnable squirrel! Flicking it's tail, it was soon gone and she was alone once more.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:14 am
Tired, worn out and exhausted, she moved back towards the celebration. Maybe she wouldn't find that final spirit. Sighing, she spotted the familiar stall from earlier and her gut tugged upon her till she finally walked over to check it out. Surely, there was the last fire spirit and a sense of excitement filled her. Finally, all five were accounted for!
Spirit Total: 5 Track total: 1
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:19 am
((Last extra spot. ^_^;; Sorry once more. No more events till after I have had a soda >.>))
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10Total: 10 (1-10)
Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:23 am
Leaving the raccoon behind and lead by a delightful sound Nebula stumbled upon a sparrow. Didn't quite understand why it was important that his name wasn't Jack but seeing that it too wasn't what he was looking for he departure to look elsewhere.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:28 am
This skunk did not look friendly and Nebula disappeared from the spot where he found it even faster than he arrived to it.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:31 am
Running away from skunk Nebula came back to where he met a small sparrow bit earlier. He was still there singing his song.
'' Do not go that way... that skunk is not friendly type... ''
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 10:34 am
Rustle in a bush peaked Nebulas interest. By now he found all kinds of animals and no fire spirits. Maybe he got lucky this time. He poked his head into the bush only to find a small bunny... that run away as soon as it saw his face... disappointed he wondered around for a while longer before finding his way back to the clearing where festivities were drawing in more new spectators.
'' Wait I'm where I started from... ''
He was bit disappointed with his bad luck and decided to stick around a bit to watch all activities that were happening. Maybe he gets lucky and finds those buggers he was looking all along right here.
Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:01 am
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My name:Heremon. My faction: Nightmares. Small IC description of character: Coy and charming, witty and flirtatious, sharp and dangerous...take care around this young stallion. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain, and the only thing he wants besides a little entertaining company is a chance at wealth and power. Oracle Scribe:[x]
"Well," Heremon breathes as he steps into the mists, feeling the brush of its cool tendrils around his legs, "they've certainly spared no expense, have they?" And it is indeed breathtaking, he won't ignore that, not even if he's imagined finer things in the past, if he brags that he's seen them though he has not. As the marbles sing around him and the young corms scatter about, he passes through them all, eyes hovering on the statue just a short distance away. He approaches, watches her silently for a long few moments. And then he ducks his head in an appearance of reverence. "You sacrificed so much for us, didn't you?" he whispers - he rather likes the sound of his own voice, sees no point in thinking when he can revel in how lovely he's made himself sound over the years. "...isn't that a shame?" He stands there in silence for a few moments longer, just for appearances, before he chuckles and moves on his own way.
He has better things to trouble himself with.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:02 am
No dice roll on the first post, dovely, solid 0 roll there, good effing job
Heremon isn't expecting to see the fire-tinged bird swirling just above his head, but its soft promise is enough to capture his attention, and when the sky suddenly explodes in flames he jumps, skitters back a few steps as he turns his head this way and that trying to see where they fled. Nothing. He snorts in annoyance before moving on his way to find where they all vanished to.
He doesn't expect to find a raccoon either, but, well, here we are. He lifts a hoof as it scurries beneath his legs, trying to avoid squishing it under his powerful legs - it'd be more than a little annoying to clean that up. "Well?" he asks. "What do you want?" It doesn't reply. Simply peers up at him. He rolls his eyes and begins to trot away but it follows, making an impatient squeaking noise. "Food? Is that it? You want food for that enormous belly of yours?" Heremon asks sharply, then reaches up to bite through a branch of berries above, letting them spill to the ground. "There, you dunce. Dunce. That's your name now, you know that? Enjoy your fare and leave me alone."
My name: Fable My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Fable is a somewhat small and dainty mare with a keen and piercing gaze. Her manner is distant, but intense, and she seems somewhat disconnected from those around her. Oracle Scribe:here
Fable watches the fire spirits with interest, as do many others around her, and her bright gaze widens a little as the creatures set forth with a great burst of fiery light. Well, that's certainly one way to make an impression. She wonders what it is they have found.... Always curious, she sets out in the direction she believes one of them to have gone off to.
The first stop she makes is to check out a bunch of trees decorated with marbles all in a tight bunch. She figures this might be a good place for a fire spirit to hide, if anywhere. Stepping inside, she glances around, the glow of her necklace blends in with those of the marbles above her. To her right she hears a soft rustling coming from a hollow in a tree, but when she walks over and looks inside...
Just an owl... she sighs a little as it hoots at her until she walks away to continue on her way.
Just a bit more wandering leads Heremon by a stall selling delicious food, and he pauses for a moment, peering at the hoppitywhoppets. "How much?" he asks softly of the stallkeeper, flashing her a grin, but he loses track of her response when he glances down and catches sight of a flaming rat beside his hooves. He leans down until his eyes are level with it, chuckling. "Your stomach betrays you, doesn't it?" he asks, and the spirit squeaks and vanishes. Easy enough. He forgets about the food and the lovely stallkeeper, immediately on his way to find more spirits if he can.
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Coriole moved on, still a little shaken from his close encounter and narrow escape. Certainly that explained the hop-and-shy he gave when he startled the rabbit out of it's hiding place. A nose-wrinkle. He got a nose-wrinkle for his efforts. Was the rabbit laughing at him? There was no time to ask as it hopped away.
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