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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:30 pm
 [ Alex-Paca ] [ Lifen-Paca ] [ MengPaca ] [ Tomo-Paca ]Student-paca Party!As everyone knows - alpacas are currently all the rage in the school-yard - trading and box buying have swept the students like every high-school fad has. Like Scareon cards, and marbles did in the youth of some of those in their primes would remember.
So I've gotten the okay to do a few more student and/or horseman arpakassu (no hunters for now, I'm sticking to what I've done already.), and all you have is appease my evil evil little heart.Solo Prompt You, (a student at amityville/a horseman of sanctuary) are suddenly an alpaca. You're not sure how it happened, or when it began, but you are fluffy, cute and have the sweetest bow around your neck. You are confused . . . WAT DO YOU DO?
a. I love seeing characters interact the way they WOULD in normal circumstances, even if this prompt is OOC. So show me your moves.
2. If you already have one done, you're welcome to try for your other students/horsies. I am not arsed about it all, If I like it, I like it.
fluffy. The edits are pretty much character base, I will not be editting new tails on, since it makes Marie alpaca pretty special o uob
derp. These have to be accepted students/ponies - if you have a quest-er, you can do the prompt if you want the little prizes, but I won't be doing quest-student-pony-pacas.
the important one. Under no circumstances does this promise you will get your student in an arpakassu. I will not be distributing the winners alpacas to them - I didn't even get Lifen or Jack when I made them, I'm still searching for Jack . . . and Greer. This just gets your student in the RIG-pet box, for you and other people to vye for. If you don't want people to have your character as a RIG minipet, don't enter.
All Student/Horsepeeps Arpakassus are rare (Mengyao and Lifen are uncommon, but . . . you know.)PROMPT END DATE IS Tuesday, June 12th - 9:00PM EST which gives you 3 days.I will be giving away little consolation prizes,
they're all frozen until they're given away so people
can't cheat and see what they are;
(I'll be adding as I go/breed.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 3:11 pm
Yin did not exactly remember falling asleep outside, but at some point he had done it. Opening his eyes he got up to head inside and...noticed that something was off. Very off. For one, attempting to stretch he found himself bending his front legs? Since when did he have front legs that did not end in claws? He straightened up, and looked down. Hooves. Fur. Then something else, something he had not expected. He smelled delicious. Well, the more he thought about it, he really did not want to take a bite out of himself. But the grass...the smell of it was growing on him. Yin had no clue what he Halloween he was...but maybe he could fight like this. Now that was an idea. He tested by kicking, his back legs flying behind him, and with a toss of his head he went charging forward. If anyone noticed the antennaed alpaca frisking around on school grounds...well he was not really thinking about others, though he was in plain view of everyone. ((Edit: Too lazy to add...))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 3:37 pm
Anapa's world was cloudy. As she went to rub her tired eyes with the back of her paw, she felt something was wrong. Didn't I used to have toes? ...Yes, I believe I did. Her leg now seemed to end in a hard little tip. ...Huh. This was certainly an unexpected development. Standing up on her new feet, she took a good look at this new form. Furry, fluffy and fantastic! She even had a cute little bow around her new neck. The former jackal didn't care why she was now in the form she was in, but it felt good. She couldn't restrain the natural urge to do some prancing, so she didn't bother trying. Skip-de-skip-de-skip-de-skip! A giggly bleat of glee escaped her throat, followed by another bleat of amusement. How fun! She began to test the limits of this body with lots of wild jumps and kicks until she caught sight of her own reflection in a puddle. You, my dear, are one handsome beast.((OOC note, she's a quest character, so I'm just competing for the little prizes. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 4:29 pm
Mjoll stood there looking at her feet. .... I can't do anything with hooves. She was looking a little crossed, she was suppose to be finding mr. fluffy too.... but.... hooves!? Mjoll-paca wasn't happy. She had work to do!!! Crafting to do, a prom dress to decorate and materials to gather she couldn't be an alpaca!!! Stomping her little hooves she ended up finding a mirror sitting down and staring at herself. "Humph." Was the noise she made, the bow could use a little decorating. She trotted off towards some flowers she'd seen and tried to use her mouth to decorate her own little bow. If she was stuck like this it'd be best to look a little prettier. stare She knew better than to mess with those alpaca potions.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 7:59 pm
Erintis seriously could not believe her luck. If it wasn't the other horsemen asking her to do things it was her own priestess asking her to find these blasted alpacas! Seriously WHAT was up with those furry fluffy annoying nasty chew on her robes creatures! And furthermore what posses ANY....wait...was she furry and fluffy and suddenly feeling the need to chew on robes?! Looking down, those were hooves...turning around in circles multiple times, wait was that a tail?! Oh for the...groaning, could this day get any worse. Tentatively stepping her hoof down, well that was different, it seemed to hold her weight. Watching other horsemen wander pass her she winced and waited for them to ask her to fetch water or seeds. As they passed by with out hardly a glance in her direction her heart leapt and soared. Maybe being an alpaca for a little bit of time wasn't so bad...she could possibly get some rest without anyone asking her for more and more things...and if they did well she could just chew on their clothing...
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 9:07 pm
This was not, not seemly. Soren was well aware that one day he would be prancing about on four legs someday. Those legs were not meant to be fuzzy. He was not supposed to have a bow around his neck. Furious, he stomped off toward the direction that the old Famine clansmen had set up their temporary residences. By the hooves of Seabiscuit they were going to get a wad of spit for allowing that alchemist to keep mucking around with his potions. And he was going to be turned back. Now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:57 pm
The first thing Lucien did when he found himself somehow much fluffier and much smaller than usual was begin to chew habitually on the adorable bow around his neck. He simply stood there at first as it all began to dawn on him. He didn't seem to mind so much that he was a fluffy little thing, in fact, it almost seemed like he was smiling as he nibbled on the end of the bow. Wouldn't Israfel just love him like this? He was tiny, and fluffy and came with an adorable bow just for Israfel. Yes, things seemed to be good until the truth dawned onto Lucien as he stepped in something foul on the ground.
He shrieked, and immediately jumped as high as he could. He expected to float there safely away from the dirt on the ground but instead he fell and his paws got even dirtier. He shrieked again, this time the sound sounding simply more like a cry than anything else. His paws, his precious little paws! This was a fate worse than falling, a fate worse than anything imaginable! His paws were on the ground and they were dirty! What was worse, what was worst than all of this: Lucien almost wanted a pair of shoes.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:20 pm
Roch blinked. For a moment he looked around, trying to see if he hadn’t drunk something suspicious again, but he saw no bottles. Instead, he saw a lot of... fluff. He turned, a full circle of fluffy alpaca--only to trip over his own feet and hit the ground. Well, that was awkward. For a long moment he counted how many feet he had. One... two... three and four. That meant he needed to move this foot here, that one there--the gray and purple alpaca pushed himself to his feet, wobbling slightly as he tried to get his balance. Well then, the punk thought. Time to go troll people! He started off at a trot--only to stumble slightly, then slowed down to a walk, getting used to the movement for a while. Soon he sped up, trotting through the school ground cheerfully, looking around to see who would be fun to mess with. In Roch’s experience this sort of thing only lasted for a day or two, anyway, so why not enjoy it? But everyone was in class. That seriously sucked, the punk-paca thought as he jumped onto the nearest bench and laid down, crossing his hooves in front and resting his head on them, pouting slightly. His nose itched. He stared at his lack of hands, then looked around for someone that would scratch it for him. But just as it’d been two minutes before--there was no one to do it for him. He looked for something to rub it on, ending up twisting his neck in a strange position to rub his nose on the back of the bench--and promptly fell off the bench. The paca laid on his back for a long moment, feet up in the air. For a moment he rocked, then rolled onto his stomach, shoving himself up to his feet again. The nose itch was REALLY starting to bug the punk-paca now, and he spit with irritation--literally. For a moment he looked blankly at the spit. That--jack, that was the farthest he’d ever spit in his LIFE! This form had almost as many bonuses as the female one did! Other than the lack of hands... Hands were really important to the punk boil-- Wait, cute ghoul, three o’clock! Turning the punk watched her walk past, then rushed after her in a slightly stumbling manner. Maybe SHE would scratch his nose!
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:28 pm
Sin had been away from school for a while, so she hadn't realized the alpaca minipets roaming about, nor had she been affected yet by some of the strange moments of gender-swapping or insane nightmares that the others had experienced. She had gone to sleep as usual after her hair brushing, wing massage, hot bath, skin buff, teeth flossing, nail polishing bedtime routine. She wasn't as vain as she used to be, but that was still far more vain than the average ghoul. When her eyes closed she fell asleep confident that the morning would rise and she would follow her usual daily routine before going to class...
The pumpkin sun rose slowly never quite chasing away the darkness completely, but bathing everything in a tender fall orange glow. Sin yawned and stepped out of bed...hmm odd her bed had never seemed that high before. She was still a little bleary eyed as she made her way to her vanity. When she arrived she let out a startled sound like a trilling sneeze. Her eyes widened, but they couldn't be HER eyes. A tuft of pink fur contrasted against the black wool covering the body of a small alpaca! She leaned into the mirror, the alpaca leaned in towards her with startling looking yellow eyes that matched her own. A large pink bow adorned it's neck giving the startled looking minipet a sweet look.
Sin tried to lift her hand to the mirror to try and disprove what she was seeing, but instead of her perfect pale violet hand and black nails up came a black wooly leg and jet black hoof. A hoof! A HOOF! WHAT IN JACK'S NAME WAS GOING ON HERE!? She thought back to last night, she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. When she had first come back to school she had tested a potion and been turned into a minipet, but that was days ago...perhaps the effects were long lasting. What if she spent the rest of her life randomly waking up transformed into random minipets! Sweet Jack she needed a cure!
Sin tried to calm the frantic beating of her heart and let out a bleating sound, oh her beautiful voice...she cursed, but only another bleating noise came from her lips. Well it was time to go find help, she turned around and found that operating four legs was a bit more complex than her usual two. Left front hoof, right back hoof, right front hoof, left back hoof...it took her a few strides before she got the hang of it and got to her door. She tried to push it open with her hoof, not a budge. Sin leaned her whole body against the door and...nothing...she looked up and glared at the doorknob. Trapped. Curses! She was starting to feel sort of hungry, maybe she ought to just wait out this transformation. She didn't exactly have much choice.
Sin settled back down on the bed, it had been a pain to climb back up there, she started to chew on something errantly her mind wandering. Her eyes moved down and she realized she was eating her own homework.
"Neeeeegh!"
Professor...this alpaca ate my homework...what did it look like...well it was uh black and pink...no I'm not sure how it got locked in my room.
Sin sighed and rested her head on her stretched out forelegs. Oh Amityville, how wonderful it was to be back.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:20 pm
Kiwi was taking a contented walk through the Weeping Forest - leaping deftly from branch to branch - early in the day. He leapt forward, foot touching perfectly to the bough beneath him, when he suddenly began to wobble … teetering precariously on the limb. The horseman quickly shifted his weight, only to give a startled cry as the branch groaned and gave way. He toppled backwards, wings outstretched to shelter his fall, and realized midway his cry of panic had become less a cry, and more a bleat.
A very familiar bleat.
Kiwi crashed into a soft bedding of underbrush, sending wispy dry leaves floating into the air. He coughed and groaned, flexing his wings as he rose slowly upright … A small brook weaved between the trees here, and blinking into it’s depths, he saw an image that haunted him to his core.
The face of an alpaca.
Worse.
His face, on an alpaca.
Everything was there, to the minute detail. His brown markings, his nose and ear piercings, his pale eyes, even the feathers and twigs in his … well, wooly fur. His wings were now no more than small stubs, certainly no good for flight; not that they had been before. And his clothing had been oddly replaced by a rather frilly, adorable bow.
This irritated him. Really, those alpacas were annoying. Not only would they spit in your face without so much as a “do you mind??“, they also managed to beat him up at every turn. And he hadn’t trained hard all these years to be beaten by an alpaca. Or become one. He suddenly wondered if Fai hadn’t slipped him some of that potion they had been testing that day. Or if all the whiffs from those vials had finally caught up with him and taken effect. Hmmmmm … either way, he didn’t know how long this would last. Fai had informed the Amity students it was only temporary, but how temporary …
Common sense told the boil his best bet was to find Fai. Though a part of him wondered if Fai would be honest with him when he did … A bit grudgingly he picked himself off the ground, wobbling momentarily on his four hooves before gaining his balance again. May as well give it a try.
Kiwi began forward wobbling a bit still, eyes carefully on the undergrowth at his hooves. Only now did he realize, technically, he was crawling on all fours. And on his toes no less! His wings twitched, a moment before his snout collided against something.
Something soft and fluffy. With a frilly bow just like his own.
Kiwi’s round beady eyes rose slowly as he sized up the wild alpaca before him. It was a bit taller than himself, broad and … quite fluffy. It already appeared to be sizing him as well, giving a sudden snort, as spittle sprayed across the leaves by his feet.
Kiwi braced his feet apart, putting on his fiercest glare as he spread his tiny wings. Queen be damned, this alpaca wasn’t getting the better of him. Not this time.
But then the alpaca did something he never expected.
It turned and walked away.
Huh?? … Kiwi blinked, snorting a bit himself. Who did this beast think it was, walking away from a horsema— Oh, right. He was an alpaca now … It likely thought him some queer cousin wandering around …… But STILL—
Kiwi dug a hoof through the soft forest loam, snorting hard.
“You almost SPIT in MY FACE, Mr. FLUFFYBUTT!!!!!” he brayed. And with that, the alpaca-horseman charged forward.
The alpaca’s head turned, eyeing the rather strange alpaca charging it. Though just as Kiwi reached it, his head dipped to give the beast a firm shove—the alpaca simply stepped to the side. Kiwi gave a bray of surprise as he plummeted past the creature. Jack-damn, one day he’d remember to watch out for that. His pointed feet slid across the damp leaves, forcing him against a tree as he crashed through. He rolled snout over hoof along the ground before landing square on his back. A single wispy leaf fell to plop gently on his forehead.
The boil glared to it. Then blew it aside with a firm huff. Kicking his back legs he managed squirm onto his side, rolling over into an upright position and shook his wings and fluffy wool free of any debris. The alpaca was no longer in sight; but the edge of the forest was. The faint orange glow of Halloween filtered in strongly between the leaves. At least that was over, and he could focus on finding Fai now. Kiwi pulled himself carefully back onto all fours, and kicked his heels as he hurried for the forest’s edge. He burst from the trees to see the vast expanse of the Clan reserve stretching before him. He could make out the Famine border in the distance, just a short trek around the perimeter. Kiwi hurried forward, almost there.
The boil hadn’t gotten very far onto the reserve however, when a few horsemen appeared to stop, and glance up from what they were doing. One suddenly pointed in his direction and yelled: “THERE'S ONE!! Quick, somebody after it before it gets away again!!!”
Wh-what??! He thought to himself.
“But doesn’t it look a bit odd for one of Medea’s alpacas?? …” another questioned.
“If it’s different, that’s because it’s probably Mr. Fluffy! After him!!”
Kiwi gave a sudden yelp as arms descended on him, and kicking his back legs he fought to get away. How could his own clan not recognize him!!?? This was MADNESS!! He fluttered his wings into their faces and pulled free, taking off again through the forest in a new direction. Behind him familiar voices called and shouted, aiming to capture him. “Oh great and mighty Queen above, why and how did I end up like this??!! …” he bleated, quickening his pace. Was it some mysterious curse laid upon him by his anscestors?? … Was this his punishment for not protecting the Clan that horrible day?? … Was he to foreve-
Kiwi paused mid-thought as he spotted a few large boulders through the foliage ahead. They appeared to be piled atop one another, and perhaps just large enough to squeeze in … Behind him the Clansmen were coming closer, snapping foliage as they hurried. Kiwi put on a burst of speed, hurtling up to the rock, and yes, there it was! A dark nook between two boulders. He crouched quietly inside, peering out as the horsemen rushed past. The sound of crackling leaves and twigs faded quickly, shouts of confusion echoing back.
Kiwi shifted position. By Famine, it was rather cramped in this tiny crevice. He flexed his wings, already tightly pressed against the rock, stamping his foot in frustration.
Wait, what?? …
The horseman glanced down, realizing his foot was perfectly normal. He flexed it, watching his toes wiggle individually. His legs, jewelry and clothing, arm and hands … it was all there. The boil almost fainted at the realization. A long, steady exhale escaped his lungs in relief. Guess that potion’s effects had at last worn off, and none too soon ... if it was indeed due to those potions.
Kiwi quickly snuck out of his rocky hiding spot. He thought it best not to mention this to Fai now. After all, the alchemist would probably only laugh at him. The boil subtly dusted off his bare skin and loincloth before taking to the nearest tree. After this ordeal he wanted nothing more than a warm bath and long nap in his corner of the Famine tent.
And if he ever managed to find him, Mr. Fluffy would surrender his fluffy butt for this. No. Questions. Asked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:33 am
Arynek's school life was simple, besides attending classes, she would just stalking things she likes, including students, sleeping under the tree where there is abundant canopy or hanging around purposelessly. This day, she was sleeping under a tree again, with gentle winds fingering her face fondly. It was such a nice nap. When the winds whispered around her ears softly, she knew it's time to wake up. She sat up and was supposed to make a stretch before starting her work again, but only to find something really strange. She immediately opened her eyes, hoping to spot out what's going on. The lines of slights seemed to be a bit.......lower? Not only that, she felt something around her neck? The shadow ghoul tried to use her head to finger around her neck, but again something is wrong. Yep, she could feel a ribbon bow around her neck, with a rather big flower on the side as the decoration. Wait! Where come the ribbon?! I didn't remember I get changed before the nap? Someone put it on me???Arynek was a bit retarded and keep thinking about the origin of the ribbon bow, she didn't notice that something weird happened to her......until she tried to grab her hair to ease her confusion .............This's not the feeling of my hair.....it's not so......Fluffy?The shadow ghoul tried to grab some tufts of the fluffy things in front and....... What?! Where come the HOOF!?What's more, she felt the furs around her face. Everything was soooooo incorrect, she felt a bit dizzy of the situation. Using her hands *coughs*, no, now her hoofs to examine her body throughout, she believed she was now an animal, but it was hard to tell what exactly it was and what happened. It's time to get around and what's more, to see if she had any "companions" Arynek the alpaca liked her new body a lot, she jogged on the grassland in a relaxed way, this shadow ghoul seemed to forget the panic she had when she first discovered that she was turned into an animal..... Being a curious ghoul, she tested what the animal she was now can do. She found she could still speak, instead of humming. However, if an animal can talk, it was so weird, so she'd better humming like what this animal does. Her she is, a mirror! She took a look at the mirror, in front of the mirror was a fluffy and cute creature. It has two long, pointed ears, a dense coat of short fur and a pretty fluffy ball-like tail. The alpaca (that's the name of the animal), had a shadowy hood, a pair of red eyes. Ok, I really turn into an ALPACA! The mirror will not tell lies.....She looked into the mirror, trying to touch the image with her fluffy hoofs. Her dark cloak was still there, but become a mini one. She was kinda unhappy that her clips were unseen, that was a B-day gift from her Uchitels, maybe she should search her fur? Arynek the alpaca was kinda happy with this, she thought she became more adorable. Alpaca's cuteness can be compared with her favourite, cats. Let's see if she can find more alpaca? Maybe........she meant alpaca turn-in students........so that she could figure out whether it was a joke from the school or an accident.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:01 am
Astra Had been minding her own business, catching up on some homework, when she found that she was trying to hold a pencil with a cloven hoof. "..Meep"? She said out loud, then both hoofs went to her fluffy face. She...she was fluffy! She had furry ears! She was meeping! The fae-paca scrambled out of her seat, and feel in a heap of cute on the floor as she found she was no long bipedal. A few more meeps, and she managed to right herself on..four legs instead of two. ...It looked as if something else was going on in the school now. Although, as worried Astra was she might be stuck in this form, she had to wonder if this was the worse that could of happened to her today. And honesty? It wasn't. Though she bleated sadly at her inability to fly at the moment. It was going to be a pain trying to get out of her room as the door was closed, and she no longer had hands to use on the doorknob. Approaching said door, she spent the next ten minutes jumping and meeping and trying to open it, and eventually she managed to grab hold, turn the knob, and the door swung open. She needed to go find out if this had happened to anyone else...and depending on who it was, meep her fluffy butt off and then run for the hills. There was also the added job of finding a cure for her current predicament, as well as avoid any students who might confuse her for a minipet. Oh well, just another day at school...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:18 am
Glasere Uller was... confused. He'd wandered outside and had found himself a nice place to read the books he'd brought from home; just some romance high fantasy books that he'd always loved and had waited months and months to get. He'd laid out a blanket and everything, because grass had dirt under it and dirt was just something he did not do well. The last time he had a bath, he had to have a shower that was an hour and a half long and had scrubbed his blue skin until it was physically red. That honestly took a lot considering his usual blush just made his skin a darker blue, like on his arms. Plus, this way the bugs had something different to crawl over and be hesitant about. Despite how he looked, Uller was a very high maintenance guy. Like one of those prissy girls that he read about in his books. Why not read by himself? He like being by himself from time to time, just being away from the noise, the clutter, the grim and dirt that everyone seemed to not pay attention to. Maybe it was because Uller grew up in a completely spotless house because his mother was OCD about everything. Even his father wasn't safe from the tyranny of his mother. She ruled everything. Half the time, his father ate somewhere else because he wasn't up to her insane standards. They had to scrub their hands before dinner, scrub their hands before a hug, shower in the morning, in the afternoon and at night. Most kids would find this hard to follow and want to get out of the house as soon as possible, but Uller? He loved it. Cleanliness was perfection in his eyes. What was better than a clean home, clean clothes and a clean person? A good book, that's what. He even cleaned his books every day so they didn't get dust on them. Now, however, he was waking up and that scared the crap out of him. His black eyes went wide as he looked around. He'd come here in the early morning hours, and now, judging by how freaking bright it was, it was after midday. Odd, when did he fall asleep? Looking down to the book in his hand.. "... Must be the heat." His voice was a little shaky and he squeezed his eyes shut again. He had thought he saw a fluffy arm and a hoof. No, his skin was smooth and he had an actual hand. A little laugh escaped before he opened his eyes and looked down at his hand. ...Hoof. Screaming, he scrambled to his feet and backed up against the rock before falling flat on his face. Screaming again, he stood up and looked down at himself. He was fluffy?! What the hell was this? No! He looked to his bag and rooted around before he found his mirror. Somehow flipping it over with his hooves, (he still had problems believing that was true) and slowly, slowly, gently peeked at the reflection. Yet another scream could be heard. "ALPACA!" He ran as fast as he could away from the mirror. Somehow, he realized he was running on all fours and was heading in any direction he could, blubbering, incoherently at that, looking for anyone that could tell him what had happened. "Help me!"
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