The voice echoed in his ears, and he held onto the feathered tufts. His brows furrowed softly as he looked off into the distance. He wondered if that was another dream-- everything he went through. He wasn't even quite sure what in the heck just happened. His head shakes as he looks forward and sees a dingy old shack.
It stared at him back. As did four mounts that stood next to the shack.
He looked them over slowly and was a little disappointing to not see an avian type of mount. He would have liked to have flown in the sky for this. But he supposed that would be impossible, especially with how weak he was now. His he looks down at his hand and stares at the bracelet. He could just tear it off-- but he wasn't sure when he'd be able to turn back into this humanoid form. And he was sure that this was more convenient than being a Quetzalcoatl at this point.
He looked ahead and then back at the mountains. The goat seemed to call out to him. Technically it bleated. And it didn't look to friendly, but it reminded him of a certain puppet. He smiles at the Goat before moving to pick it-- and it bites him square on the hand.
He yells and pulls back. And begins running away because it seems tha tthe goat had chosen him...
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Thankfully he's finally able to mount the goat. The goat doesn't know what's riding him, because Zephyros struck from behind and sat on him. Holding the reigns and hoping it will just move forward. And it does, if not only because there was a chance at food in front of him.
Zephyros looked down and noticed a collar. His eyes squint closer and there's a name on the collar. "Asher..." The goat bleeted as the name was said and he moves a little faster. Zephyros held onto the horns for safety.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Mountain Goat Mount's Current Temper: 5 Terrain movement: 1d6 Uneven terrain movement: 1d8 Food required: 2
While he wonders why on earth his goat stopped moving, he is slowly pick pocketed by bandits. Five of his bandages are stolen and he doesn't realize until later. He looks frustrated at his pockets and shoves everything into Asher's pack. This wasn't going to happen again..
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Mountain Goat Mount's Current Temper: 5 Terrain movement: 1d6 Uneven terrain movement: 1d8 Food required: 2
Thankfully he realized what was happening and whipped out his weapon in time to cut their attack down. He's huffing by the end and holding his stomach. Leaning on Asher for support and hoping the goat doesn't kick him off.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Mountain Goat Mount's Current Temper: 5 Terrain movement: 1d6 Uneven terrain movement: 1d8 Food required: 2
