Russet Fawn hadn't been found leaving Tsarine to travel toward the tree she had spoken about. The more his hooves stepped through Homewood, the greater the pull beckoned him.
Growing up in the ruins carried no promise save a wrong step or vile greens that made him nauseated. It became more of a trial learning to survive than an adventure. Seeking out a magic power to him wasn't a ritual like his past, rather it was more the adventure he always sought. For a youngling, the Erli Ruins seemed much more appealing if only to prove your elders wrong.
Strange.
The others that had entered the ruins from youth to old never returned. He shuddered to ponder if they befell the same destiny as his parents. Shaking off the thought he felt the pull of the chosen in acceptance to visit the elder tree. His hooves carried him faster then he realized forgetting that Ayala wasn't with him for this journey. In truth, she was a consciousness for him giving advice from the unknown.
Still, he understood this journey was his alone. Moving past each blade of grass sparked his senses leaving him aware he was leaving Home Wood as most of the Noulicorns did when they were summoned to the great tree. As each blade grew more sparse he sensed the ancient tree long before he was standing before the massive white creation overlooking the Forbidden Barrens. Heart pounding in his chest he coaxed himself to breathe properly before addressing the Great One before him. Grandfather Tree was so much older then any noulicorn he had glanced upon. Russet Fawn, Tsarine he agreed upon was definitely a youngling compared to this huge tree. Clearing his throat he discreetly honored the great tree by bowing his head leaving his horn to rest upon the smooth bark.
"Oh, Great Tree I have come to answer your call. I am ready for your gift".
Now he would simply wait and see what would be asked of him. He wasn't very knowledgeable about the new lands he was seeing for the first time. His mind though was made up leaving him to do what he could to achieve this goal.
Tsarine WC: 365
Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2020 5:41 pm
A still quiet passes over the plateau. Hushed silence that is almost deafening. Grandfather tree's roots seem to shift and reach out as Tsarine approaches.
Choose one of the following prompts for Tsarine's dream vision.
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You are in the ruins of Erli. Suddenly a beam of metal comes crashing down not far from you and you hear a shout of pain. The beam has collapsed on top of a predator that was hunting you! The predator is alive, but trapped and injured. What do you do?
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An old doe is about to pass into the next life, but she has amassed a collection of wayfinder stones to help her seek out new life in the barrens. She asks every young noul to tell her a story of their greatest accomplishment in order to earn one of her stones. What do you do?
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You are in the ruins of Erli. Smoke billows out of one of the laboratories. You hear a cry of fear. What do you do?
You are in the ruins of Erli. Suddenly a beam of metal comes crashing down not far from you and you hear a shout of pain. The beam has collapsed on top of a predator that was hunting you! The predator is alive but trapped and injured. What do you do?
Only momentarily had the Noulicorn closed his eyes to reopen in the filtered light of the ruins. The stale air of ages past swirled within his senses leaving the startled noulicorn confused if not dazed. Had it been a dream he wondered lifting his head to that warmth he welcomed daily? Glancing around his room he saw his belongings again piled near his nesting area. Everything was just as he left it sitting the moment he decided he was going to finally explore his way back to the ruins. Panicked he searched for his bucket that wasn't in its usual place. It had to be here if it was merely a dreamscape he had fantasized about. Nosing about the broken dishes, vials, books, and other oddities he occasionally found exploring, he found no trace of his bucket.
Where could it be?
Frantically, he crawled over the rumble that served as a barrier for his sanctuary. Moving steadily he first made his way to the waterfall where he always found his water cascading down. A few moments proved a pure disappointment when he realized his bucket wasn't there. Was it a dream? It couldn't be, because he had always been here. Russet Fawn and TallTale were a dream. What about Ayala though for she was waiting in Home Wood he tried telling himself firmly.
Suddenly, his neck prickled feeling something behind him looming closer. Its breath was putrid dripping with drool. Teeth sharp as razors showed themselves as the shadow grinned triumphantly. Then it leaped toward him jogging Tsarine's senses to react quickly. He shot off down a corridor under a huge beam of metal that seemed to be rusted over heavily by condensation and heat. The shadow creature once again leaped, claws extended to capture its prey. Tsarine moved quickly escaping death once more as the metal beam crashed downward in a defining sound. Within that disturbance, the creature that had been pursuing him shouted out in pain being caught by the metal that bound it in place. Hurt and confused it tried wrigging itself to no avail as the beam's rusted edges dug deeply in the shadow's hide. Anger soon turned to despair leaving a once furious predator calling out in pain.
Tsarine skidded to a halt hearing the call of distress. He was terrified but something tugged deeply from within causing the buck to stand to gaze down at the creature who longed to devour him. No longer was it vile and cursed but more scared of its situation. At any moment he could run, escape the ruins, be free of this torment for good.
"I'll be right back" he commented making sure those scared eyes were still trained upon him.
Instead, Tsarine knew what he had to do leaving him to leap over the beam heading back to the waterfall. Oh, how he wished he knew where his bucket was. Thinking quickly he scrambled back into the room seeking something, anything that would hold water to help the injured predator. No. No. Not that. Nope. How about? That won't work either. Then he saw it sitting there that familiar round creation doused in a blue hue worn over time but still recognizable with its wonderful handle. "You were here the whole time?" he queried with a shocked look. Swearing up and down he knew he looked at that corner several times, yet no available. Yet, there it was exactly as he set it down. Grabbing one of his bowls from another pile he tossed into his bucket. Quickly, he made his way to the waterfall filling it high enough so the bowl floated on top. Soon as the last drop entered the rest of the crystal liquid he took off in a canter, careful though not to spill too much before he returned to the injured predator.
Sure enough, it looked up at him with terrified eyes which soon turned to hate as Tsarine stood directly in front of it. "I'm not going to hurt you even if I fear you" he spoke sitting the bucket firmly on the ground. Dipping his muzzle in the crystalline lifeforce he grabbed the bowl's edge. Then dipped it in the cool placid water before placing the bowl right in front of the shadow. The creature blinked then drank heavily leaving but a layer of mist left along with the inside.
"Now" the young buck spoke with a shaken breath, "I know you are trying to eat me but, I can't leave you here. I won't run away... again".
Knowing eyes were trained upon him, Tsarine started investigating a solution. The beam seemed so heavy but perhaps he could dig the predator out. Taking his hooves he started working the rubble around the creature. An occasional hiss or growl was heard but it seemed low, if not threatening. Continuing to dig through the rubble he found loose stones that moved easily letting the beam barely rest upon the injured creature.
Eventually, the beam shifted leaving the predator to pull itself free.
Leaping out it hissed leaning downward as if to finally capture its prey. Tsarine braced himself for impact knowing this was the end but, he'd still have his beloved bucket. That was certainly a comforting thought indeed. Then its eyes met him, perhaps a smile possibly graced its maw. In an instant, the creature ran past him faster than a bolt of lightning and was gone leaving the shocked buck to stand there in a daze. For some reason unknown to him the young noulicorn felt at peace with himself as if a cloud had lifted leaving the sun to bathe him in contentedness.
Without warning, a light flashed so bright Tsarine had to clench his eyes shut. When he reopened them the young noulicorn was standing in front of the large tree he had sought out. Blinking once more he realized it was indeed a dream being back at the ruins once more. Taking a moment to ponder everything, Tsarine understood what had actually happened. This was the quest he had been given and completed.
Though somewhere in the back of his mind his beloved bucket never truly left him...
Tsarine WC: 1031
Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2020 10:00 pm
Grandfather tree's roots settle and a warm yellow light swirls around Tsarine, balmy and comforting like a sun-kissed patch of earth.
Tsarine has been bestowed with the Solar gift.
His initial ability is Warmth.
the user increases the temperature in a small area around itself +1 solar healing to an area
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