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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:20 am
 -- Start; o6.o7.2o14. at 1pm EST .---- End; o6.25.2o14. at 7pm EST Story of what happened ||xxxxxxxxxYou had decided to head out to Sandar Lake for the day, choosing to negate the hot summer day with a swim in the crystal waters of the sea-sized lake. You packed yourself a basket of food, as well as a bag of supplies and went off, arriving at the beach in the early morning. Mist covered the edge of the lake like a thick blanket, lowering visibility, but you knew that it would burn off after an hour or so. Pack over your shoulder, you stepped onto the beach and looked for a suitable spot to enjoy the day.
After going several feet, your foot bumped into something yielding, and you frowned, bending down to inspect it. With a yelp, you jumped backwards, dropping both picnic basket and pack; it was a fecking HAND! Augh. Warily, you gave it a closer inspection and realized it was attached to the prone, unconscious form of a young boy. Panicked, you gave his shoulder a shake, and groaning, he sat up, shaking his head to clear it.
"Where...? Oh Gods!" The boy's blue eyes flew wide open and his head jerked around towards the lake. "The ship!" You asked him to slow down and take a breath, and after a moment, the boy explained that his ship had sunk last night after the thunderstorm out on the lake, and that the crew and two Azrein had gone down with it. He turned tear-filled eyes to you, small hands gripping your arm. "Please, please! You have to save them!"
You knew the boy was right; saving lives was far more important than taking in the sun's rays, after all. You promised him that you'd do your damnedest to find the crew, and you left him the picnic basket so he could rehydrate and eat. Shoulders squared and eyes determined, you turned towards the mist-shrouded expanse of beach stretching away in front of you. No matter what, you had to try to find the shipwrecked crew.
Note:: You may use either your OC or one of your Azrein.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 7:39 am
Prompt One:: Using your OC or Azrein, you decide to walk the beach and see if you can find any other survivors. You notice Sageweed growing between rocks as you go along, and the herb is known as a mild stimulant and analgesic, so you pick some to give to anyone you might find. The boy had told you there were five Crew member and two Azrein, so you decide to call for help and focus on finding the Azrein for now while the rescue crews search for the Crew.
Prompt Two:: Using your OC or Azrein, you figure it's best to actually go out into the water and search the wreckage of the ship you can see from the beach; it's only a ten-minute swim away, and there's no danger of getting hypothermia. You figure that you should concentrate on finding a few of the Crew members, since you see someone's already walking the beach looking for Azrein. You know if you find any people that you need to get them to the beach as soon as possible; humans were far more frail than Azrein were, after all.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 7:40 am
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[b]Prompt:[/b] One || Two
[b]Entry:[/b] Must be a [b]minimum[/b] of two to three paragraphs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 9:52 am
This is open for submissions <3
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:22 pm
Username: Duke Edward Drake
Prompt: One
Entry: D'reighton started to panic as the shipwreckee told him there were others who needed help desperately out there. He made sure they were okay and calling for help to some nearby bystanders, "Help! I need blankets and warm mash and more searchers!" He screeched at them, hoping it would sink in. That taken care of he flew off down the beech. His hooves pounded in rythym with the tubulent water. Hopefully they made it to the beech, and hopefully he could find them.
He saw tracks first one pair human, on pair azrein...crossing over each other like their owneres were a bit drunk on too much water. He started calling out but only through tracking did he manage to find the pair, they were passed out in a small copse of bushes. The azrein was curled around the human and it looked as though they had huddled together for warmth. Not for the last time Drei wished he were more fluffy and cuddly looking, it wasn't his goal to scare the crap out of these two after all. He nuzzled the humans face and got sleepily waved off. "Oh come on you didn't even open your eyes!." He snorted. "Just think, foooood, blankets, warmth, dryness!" He pestered the small male again until big blue orbs looked at him. One eyebrow raised but the human said nothing. Drei nuzzled him up and over so he could poke gently at the poor azrein who had been covered in sand. "Come on sleepy, time to get dry and warm." The mare cracked an eyelid at him, and rocked to her feet. Her legs shook. D'rei knelt so the boy could ride back and he walked close to the mare so she had some support when she went all wobbly. "Fortunately for you two, the others are not far away, I sent them for supplies."
The mare croaked out a thank you. Her voice rasped like she had swallowed too much water. He wanted to ask them how they had managed to reach shore, but he figured it could wait, it sounded like it pained her to talk. He dropped the pair off into welcoming arms and this time flew back to where they had been.
From there his feet hit the ground and he continued to search the coast line. The next azrein he found was half in half out of the water. His head was caked in sand and seaweed was draped over his body. The dark stallion wheezed a bit as he breathed. D'rei did not think he could walk. He raced to a copse and fashion a litter as best and as fast as he could without hands. He had to roll the unconscious male onto it and that took some time as he thrashed in distress. D'rei couldn't blame him, he would have thrashed too.
Once the impaired male was on the sledge, D'rei stuck his head through the makeshift harness and began the long walk through the sand, dragging the other behind. As it turned out it was hard to pull in sand and by the time the others saw him he had a thick coat of sweat on his own body. He worried for the one he pulled. Thrashing could be a sign of fever, so he asked the others to call for a healer for him.
He checked on the other two, who looked much happier now that they were dry he even got a thank you smile from the mare. He was glad he had found the two and while he rested others came in with the other crew members. they had all been found alive. It was up to their inner spirit to recover.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 2:33 am
Username: gogoats
Prompt: Two
Entry: Sitron had no idea that it would be anything but another peaceful summer day as he strolled to Sandar Lake that morning. The sand, damp from the previous night's storm, felt soft and malleable underneath his hooves; the shore, empty and quiet. It was almost eerie how silent is was- well at least, it felt that way combined with the mist. His head swiveled one way and then the other, trying to see if there was anyone on the beach- it was hard to tell given the weather. It was at that moment he ran into the boy.
Fast-forward a couple minutes and the Azrein is dashing forward into the water, kicking up sand in his haste. It was an instantaneous reaction on his part; he figured those still out in the water were in more danger than any who had already reached the shore. His pace slows as the water deepens; while Sitron would consider himself an excellent swimmer, his speed in water couldn't match that of on land. His powerful legs kick, again and again, trying to reach the wreckage as fast as he could.
Within a few minutes, he can clearly make out the shipwreck. It turns out it had not fully sunk; part of the bow sticks out of the water, the small portion of deck still visible tilting at a steep angle. He hopes there is no one still trapped inside; it wouldn't be long at this rate before the ship was completely submerged. Many large pieces of wood, presumably broken off during the storm, float in the water surrounding the ship. A group of survivors can be seen clinging to these scraps. Sitron lets out a loud neigh, trying to get their attention. From this point he can see some of them stir, hands waving to him for hope of rescue.
"Are you hurt?" he calls out as he approaches the crew.
"I only have a few scratches, but some of us are worse off," the man closest to him responds. "Broken wrists, ankles, the like. Some are still barely concious." He motions to a few humans loosely clinging to a board, only held in place by a fellow crew member. "Worse still, the mare and a few of our crew are likely still in the ship...at least, we never saw them make it out."
"I ran into a young boy washed up on the beach. Is it not possible they too have been washed ashore?" Sitron asks. The man shrugs.
"Perhaps. Maybe they made it out of there during the chaos of the storm. I can't say for sure. But if they are in that ship, they don't have much longer. That is, if it isn't already too late. We haven't heard a single noise from anyone inside..."
Sitron eyes the ship nervously; swimming a few people ashore was one thing, but climbing into a mostly sunken ship? He wasn't sure he was up to the task. However, he realized he was the only one around who could do it, and there could be people (and an Azrein) depending on him.
"I'll check. If there is anyone alive in there, I'll get them out, " he tells the man.
"Thank you," he responds.
Sitron swims up to the ship, trying to find the best point of entry. "The portholes are much too small for me," he thinks, "So that just leaves the deck." He clambers aboard clumsily and finds an entrance into a cabin. Nudging the door, he finds that it is jammed closed due to damage to the surrounding doorframe. He turns around and bucks at the door in an attempt to dislodge it; it gives a little, but stays put. As he continues to do this, he feels the ship lurch beneath him. A fearful shiver travels up his spine. Finally with one final push the door breaks free, falling into the cabin below. Sitron carefully edges his way into the dark room, eying the area cautiously. At the far end, he can see water lapping at the walls, slowly rising. The entry to the next room is open, but from what he can tell it is mostly submerged; if anything, there would only be a small pocket of air in that room.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" he calls out. No answer. He doubts there is anyone alive in here, but gingerly continues forward nonetheless. Suddenly, he sees something stirring in the corner of his eye; a sodden lump laying in the corner of the ship slowly rises, revealing a young man. He rushes to the human's side, trying to get him on his back to carry him out of here.
"Wait," the man weakly croaks, "The Azrein. My bonded...she was still on board."
"But we need to get you out," Sitron insists, "This ship is sinking quickly."
"No...please," he cries. "She's everything to me. I can't go without her..."
Huffing impatiently, Sitron glances at the door again. This just seemed to get more and more dangerous...
"Alright, alright, I'll look for her. But if she's not in there, I'm carrying you out, like it or not." He leaves the human where he found him and approaches the door, gulping nervously. Scrunching his eyes closed, he ducks under the water.
The room is nearly pitch black, not having the small amount of natural light that the last one did, and is almost completely full of water. Sitron frantically swims upward, trying to find a pocket of air. After a few moments, his head breaks the surface. He floats there while his eyes adjust to the darkness. As far as he can tell, there is no one here. Had the mare been floating at the top, he would have seen her if not bumped into her- it was a small air pocket, after all. He dips his head underwater once more, attempting to see what he could through the water. Nothing promising catches his eye; the room appears to be devoid of life, or even bodies. Rising once more he takes another breath of air before plunging downward and swimming back towards the entrace. The ship lurches once more, a dreadful sound echoing around him. As he surfaces once more, a frightful sight meets his eyes- water is beginning to pour in through the opening to the deck. Crying out in shock, he rushes to the man and hoists him up on his back.
"She's not..." the man begins tearfully.
"I'm sorry, she wasn't in there. But we have to get out of here!" Sitron exclaims, rushing for the entrance. As he runs out onto the deck, he can see the cause of the flooding- the ship has sunk further down, submerging more of the deck and allowing water through the door. It's clear that the whole thing is about to go down. Sitron jumps off the side of the ship with the human clinging to his back; they hit the lake's surface roughly, briefly sinking under the water. The human looses his grip, but Sitron bites at the collar of his shirt and drags him back up. The crew still floating around the wreckage cheer as they see them. Sitron smiles weakly at this, but as he feels the man start to silently sob against his neck, he can't help but look downcast.
"Alright," he yells, "I can take one, maybe two more people to shore depending on weight. Who needs immediate help?"
The crew bring over two other, barely concious humans and drape them over the Azrein's back- luckily for Sitron, they were rather slim. Even so, the swim back to shore would be a slow one. He begins the trek, pushing his tired limbs through the water. As he leaves the site of the wreckage, he hears the sound of the ship finally sinking beneath the waves.
Eventually, the group reaches the shore. From a distance, Sitron can see a large group of Azrein and humans ; it appears that more have shown up and are helping with the rescue effort, treating the injuries of those crew members who have washed ashore. He trudges back upon land, ready to collapse on the sand after such a long swim. A group of humans rushes over to him, helping those he is carrying off his back and to a treatment area. The man from the ship starts to hobble away, but stops and gasps as something catches his eye. Sitron watches as the human pushes away his helper and limps as quickly as he can in the other direction, finally collapsing in front of an Azrein who was lying in the sand. Sitron beams as the mare whinnies excitedly and nuzzles the man in front of her. "After all that," he thinks, "she was safe on the shore all along." Sitting down in the sand, a long drawn out yawn escapes his mouth. He knew he'd have to go back out there again (hopefully this time with more Azrein helping), but for now he could rest easy knowing he had reunited the pair.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 5:15 pm
Username: manga_artist303
Prompt: Two
Entry:
Liron Punk frowned as she inspected her two options. Land or sea. Sand or saltwater. Liron was, unfortunately, a mare of slow movement by nature. Her hooves--or rather, her clawed feet--were not good for running. When she ran on solid ground, her talons dug into the dirt and usually became so comfortable in the resulting holes that it took great effort to drag them back out again. Sand was a bit better, but she tended to throw sand into the air instead of leaving a trail of it behind her like dust. But the water... she wasn't too sure how she would far in the water. Her father had raised her in the desert, after all; water wasn't something that she was used to seeing in a pool larger than an oasis.
The mare decided to try the lake. She knew she was slow on land, but maybe her oddities would allow her a little more speed in the water. So she marched from the beach and into the waves, grimacing a little at the chill of the water on her skin. She had seen other Azrein play in the water on prior days, and tried to mimic their movements as the sand slipped away from underneath her feet. After a bit of flailing, she managed to get herself moving in the correct direction. It was not as quickly as she had hoped, but it was still faster than her land speed. Slowly but surely, she reached the site of the shipwreck.
It took a bit of searching, but she found a half-conscious woman weakly clinging to a piece of large driftwood. The mare had almost overlooked her, the makeshift flotation device hovering in the shadow of the ship's remains. Liron wordlessly gripped the edge of the wood in her teeth and gently began towing the crew member away. She took the woman back to shore, where she was accepted by a rescue crew performing first aid on the injured brought to them. Seeing no point in just watching them work, Liron turned and waded back out into the water.
With her feathered mane and tail resisting the water around her, Liron felt more like a buoy than a ferry. As she slowly swam, she watched humans, elves, Skh'et, and other Azrein speed past her in their rush to rescue the other crew members. She was sure that they would likely clean out all of the survivors by the time she reached the wreckage again, but she was already halfway to the ship. It was worth at least checking the tattered ship once more for any missed people.
Liron searched and searched, but others quickly outshone her and snatched up survivors faster than scorpions sting. As her fellow rescuers took their precious, living cargo back to shore, the air grew quieter and quieter. Soon it was silent beyond the water lapping against the wooden remnants of the vessel.
But then the mare heard an odd sound. She paused, ears perked up as she tried to slow her awkward flail-swimming enough to hear the quiet noise. A thump sounded a moment later, and Liron hurried toward it. A part of the ship that stuck out of the water like the determined remains of a sand castle was still partially intact. The thumping seemed to be coming from inside, but Liron could see no entrance. It was likely buried at least a few feet under the water.
So Liron listened for the sound again. As soon as the thump sounded once more, Liron hauled a paw from the water and shoved her claws into the wood above the source. Wood splintered at the force, and a few more hacking strikes and frustrated jabs ripped open a hold in it. Gripping the wood in an attempt to haul herself up to the new opening and peer inside resulted in something that startled the mare, but was advantageous to the people she was trying to rescue. The wood groaned under her weight and promptly ripped off. Whinnying in surprise, Liron was thrown back-first into the water. After some frantic thrashing and gasping for air, she turned to face the opening she'd made. Two bodies had sprawled out on the wood, one tightly clutching the other. She crept closer, giving both a little nudge and stun from the anemone on her back. One opened eyes wide, but the other only gave a little finger twist. Smiling reassuringly to the conscious one, she once again gripped the wood between her teeth and carefully dragged her soaked passengers back to shore.
The rescue team's medics swarmed her once she reached the beach, whisking the pair of shipmates away. Sure there were likely no more among the living, she watched the medical professionals work this time. The awake one chattered, half-deliriously, while the other lay still. But, as she moved to leave, she saw the unconscious one open a single, bleary eye to gaze at her. Liron paused her departure to stare back at him, frozen in place until the weary eyelid slid closed again. She thought that she saw a shadow of a smile flicker across his lips, but surely it was just the heat playing tricks on her. Thoroughly exhausted from her sudden rescue efforts and now starving due to her lack of lunch, she turned to walk back towards home to eat and rest.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 7:30 pm
All entries were great. But there could only be one highlan..*cough cough* winner! Congrats gogoats on the awesome entry!! Thanks everyone for participating! Please take your azrein to the summer certing thread!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 9:16 am
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