Halrae was just looking at her work on the jack-o-lantern, feeling rather pleased with her efforts, when the voice spoke and made her freeze in place.
Turning to look, however, she saw something she couldn't have expected to see: a very... large... wolf!
Zenith had told her about them, the drow wolves, and since then she'd heard other talk of them: Ikal'daka. But though she'd caught faint glimpses of them she'd never seen one up close. And now, here was one, a huge male that carries both strength and power and the demand for respect that almost everyone in her people demanded (especially of non-drow), yet at the same time with kindness in his mental voice.
"Ah, yes, it is my first time trying this, Drathir," she replied, a smile - rare in the past few days - coming to her face. The name, drow for 'moon' seemed appropriate with his luminous glow, and with saying it the memories of her first night free on the surface briefly fluttered through her thoughts. Good memories, those. "But I have to admit, it was fun. Maybe there's something to this place after all."
((Squee!! I love him, so much! And I was even more floored when I saw his rank - I was really wanting to get Halrae a Kal'daka, but had no idea it would be this wonderful! Thank you!!))
One who stared at him the way Estisk stared at a herdbeast haunch he desperately wanted to devour whole.
All at once Zenith wasn’t too sure what was going to get carved up, him or the pumpkin he’d found!
“Er... alright then. You wanna come help us carve these pumpkins, Tomerae? Cos Halrae’s got me beat all hollow right now, and that’s a pretty sorry state of affairs.”
The suggestion was met with a mental ‘tch’ and a rustle of oddly featherless wings. Somehow Zee got the impression he’d be getting that reaction a lot in the near future. Especially when it came to pumpkins. And Halrae. And... basically everything else. The bond slowly solidifying in the back of his mind was quite unlike anything he’d experienced before now. Alexandrae had felt like a warm blanket draped over his shoulders, Morpho like a whisper from another room, but Tomerae... the link between them felt oddly itchy, prickling with impatience and a certain calculating intelligence Zee couldn’t make heads or tails of.
It reminded him of his sniper parents’ stories, of all the ruthless calculus that went into making the perfect shot, and wasn’t that a comforting thought to have in the middle of a harvest festival?
Zee shook himself- nearly clocking Tomerae in the process- and padded over to join Halrae in pumpkiny shenanigans. The drow had a good solid head on him, but she didn’t have the advantage of high-tech instrumentation. Humming, Zee hunted through his subspace, coming up with a handful of laser scalpels almost certainly stolen from his father’s med-bay.
“Watch this,” he told Halrae, and all but attacked the pumpkin the stall owner had so graciously set aside for him. Orange goo and seeds went every which way, flung hither and yon by a bot with significantly more enthusiasm than skill. Stroke by stroke a recognizable picture emerged: the skeletal structures of bombed-out towers rising over great roiling pits of molten metal.
Because of course Zee had slapped a picture of post-war Cybertron on a pumpkin. Why wouldn’t he? that totally wasn't incredibly morbid or anything
“...oh, frag me.” Reality had ensued again. Zee wrinkled his nose and scowled down at his servos, now absolutely covered in gourd goop. It was all over his plating and under his plating and in all the nooks and crannies of all those delicate mechanisms. This was gonna be a right glitch to clean up. “I really didn’t think this through, did I?”
((Eeee! Tomerae turned out absolutely wonderful! I adore his mutation, his name, and the wonderful contrast he makes to Zee. Thanks so much to everyone running this event!
Just Making Some Preparations, 'hunt', 423 words.))
Halrae observed as Zenith joined her and Drathir at pumpkin carving, and perhaps the festival mood and her new bond was affecting her more than she might have otherwise admitted to but she tossed the Cybertronian a smile, if a small one.
As he said 'watch this' she was about to take that as a challenge when the pumpkin started flying!
It was not a shriek. The sound she made in surprise was definitely not a shriek. But there may have been a startled drow curse in there as she ducked slightly under the table to save herself. Drathir recoiled, but he was laughing as he did so, and neither surfaced until he was done with his masterpiece.
Slowly Halrae sat up, looking at first with dismay at her jack-o-lantern, now adorned with a few pumpkin-guts strands, then tipping her head and thinking it over some.
"Hmm... I think this improves it, actually." She moved a few to be more artistically arranged to mimic spider webs.
"...oh frag me."
The dismay in Zenith's tone had the drow looking first at his pumpkin, wondering if something had gone wrong. But it certainly looked like a morbid, dismal scene of wreckage. Even not knowing the imagery behind the Cybertronian War she felt a chilling sorrow in her.
Then he continued, and she looked at him... and what happened next probably took anyone that knew her by surprise:
Halrae laughed. Full, out loud laughter at the sight of Zenith covered as well in seeds and strings and pumpkin husk. She did manage to point to her cheek.
"I - I think you have a little something right here." And a joke! What miracle would happen next?
Kolnybte was... not going to have the most pleasant introduction to Planet and it wasn't just because of the gaggle of children and strange festival and the ache that the Demonhound caused in his soul. Though that last part was probably the reason for the next bit of unpleasantness, not that she intended on it being such. In fact, her voice was warm and comforting, like a mug of hot cider on a crisp fall day.
« Autumn is a time for change. And you? You, my dear, are in the midst of a monumental one. A new life lays before you, one unfettered by the pain of your past. I fear that I may yet be too early, but I ask that you do not find fault in me for that. Now that you are here, I simply could not quietly watch and wait idly by while you put the pieces of yourself back together alone. The days may grow dark and cold, but there will always be a season of sunshine that follows. I am called Monath and while I will never truly replace what you have lost, I will be yours until the day the world no longer turns if you should have me. »
Bond! A Season of Change Amethyst Dragon, Monath to Kolnybte!
For her part though, Haelys's day seemed to be turning around. As long as she didn't think about the Dragon that waited for her at home anyway. What seemed like her final guest for the evening arrived silently, join the queen and her Pyre on the march to retrieve pumpkin carving tools. Where the softly glowing deer had come from and what her motives were was anyone's guess, but the bond slipped into Haelys's mind with singing of tiny birds and squeaks of friendly woodland creatures. It was quite the change, really.
Bond! Disney Princess Caro Flamma to Haelys!
Yjrn, to her credit, had been trying to be so helpful to Ko and Haelys and yet it seemed as though she would be cursed for her efforts. It didn't taste her blood, no, but it would in time. That was for certain. Instead this horrible creature latched onto her shadow and forever would he be called, Ysk.
Bond! When The Shadows Move On Their Own Obsidian Watch-Wher to Yjrn!
The birds, though, they were a' multiplyin'. David and Tuk-Tuk both would come to find their new feather friends (friends used very loosely here) weren't alone.
Bond! A Wayward, Wandering Soul Omen Requia to David! Bond! A Triple Threat To Having Fun West Arathli to Tuk-Tuk!
Not far off from where the fun Tuk-Tuk was having that was about to come to an end, another arrived sort of late to the game. He wasn't a bird, thankfully, and he really had been quite busy. The bond he threw at Ren was gruff and would leave a strangely acrid taste in her mouth. I'm thinking you might need some assistance dealing with those two, the Kal'daka eyed the Phoenixes in question warily. Seriously, man, birds.
Bond! Radioactive To the World Zanjur Male Kal'daka to Cyprena!
At least Zebey wasn't going to be joined by another bird. She had her hands full with the first! That didn't mean she was going to be alone, however. The apple orchard was growing crowded and oddly ominous? For the drow anyway. He made no sound, just stared.
Bond! A Pocket Full Of Posies Darlshei Male Kal'daka to Zebey!
He wasn't the only wolf to decide on apple picking. The orchard really was getting quite crowded. And what was that? Did it seem to be getting colder out here? Tynis, the voice was matter of fact, though the relief in finally finding her bonded among all these people was evident.
Bond! Chill Me With Your Embrace Faern Female Kal'daka to Tynis!
Not to let this day go to the dogs, elsewhere in the weyrd two cats were claiming their bonds. Celeste Cats, that is, if that wasn't clear. One was horrifyingly silent. The other? Just a mess.
Bond! It Came Unannounced And Uninvited Ammolite Male Celeste Cat to Alice! Bond! Sewn Back Together Wrong Iolite Celeste Cat to Geoff!
ooc| AND THAT, I'm pretty sure, IS A WRAP <3 it got more than a little chaotic at the end there but i hope everyone had fun D8
i'll reveal the full list and fun facts on the pick'em thread along with updating descs <333 as always, feel free to contact me with any comment/questions/concerns!
Omorose jolted forwards, cider flying everywhere. Seshke, below her still, might have gotten some splashed on him and might have thrown her a dirty look, even though it wasn’t even her fault. The magus turned to peer at the gryphon atop of her new friend. She was definitely the culprit- large enough to rock the wagon and cause it to stop in its tracks.
Nnnnnnnng. The voice was mental, once again, but she could still tell where it came from. Also, voice was probably not the best word, groan was probably more accurate. Still, she stood off of her seat and leaned over the side. Just as her gaze locked onto the creature, the mental snap was made. Omo stared as, once again, this wolf (a rather large one at that) was laying there, looking for all intents and purposes like she should be dead. What was this, some sort of crazy Halloween play? First the Armadigger, now this Kal’daka?
Regardless of whether this was one huge prank on the priestess or not, the magus would of course help the Neccasalmor. Thankfully nothing was broken- Well. From the crash, anyways. She would need to do a lot of preservation on this girl’s body once they were back. For now though, Omorose didn’t feel right just leaving Tzi, so she helped the wolf back into the wagon. They would see this haunted ride to the end. Even if she was surrounded by a mummified Armadigger and an undead, rotting Kal’daka. Seriously, though, what was this luck? Oh, and eventually, the Neccasalmor would share that her name was Neerrh; which meant salvage.
ooc. I love her. She’s going to be fun to play with Omo! Just Push This Button, Play
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Nov 11, 2020 23:32:26 GMT -5
Ren locked eyes with the Pulsar Phoenix.
She looked down immediately. She looked up again, seeing if he was still there, slowly as if he wouldn’t catch her doing it if she was slow enough, and he still was. It wasn’t just a matter that the bird was staring at her, or that he was on fire or glowing or…space-y, it was the way he was staring at her that made her squint, and hope that she was getting the wrong idea.
But then, you know, bond snaps into place and you’re stuck with spirits knew what sort of creature this was now, forever connected (or connected for a while anyway) even if you were as repellant as oil and water. Ren named the bird anyway, because the only thing more annoying than Anik himself was referring to him as “the bird” forever, and when the bond was (begrudgingly) accepted, Anik delightfully flew by, flying way, way too close. He apparently didn’t understand a thing about personal space. She looked back at the man with the bird wings and the bird with the man posture, and then Cypresk and Pyfsk, who eased their alertness around Anik when they felt the bond form, when Ren felt the familiar feeling again. Was she hallucinating it at this point? Was that possible?
This bond was way less pleasant and attached, which honestly relieved her a bit, and she was surprised when the common words floated through her mind.
“Definitely gunna need help with more than that. She grumbled at the approaching Zanjur. Two Whers was enough, but five was a party, and not the fun kind, so she looked up at Rudolph and Tuk-tuk, gave up her spot in the line for more beverages, and decided to take her leave.
“It’s been...something.” She gave a mild sort of wave, then was off, with Mzil, as he would soon translate for her, meaning ‘many’ in Drow, in the lead, Cypresk and Pyfsk following suspiciously behind, and Ren in the back with Anik just flying SO close to her head. She couldn’t tell if her life had gotten better or worse after today. She couldn’t definitively say better, that was for sure.
Ooc, My space bbies have all come to me. 8DD <3 <3 I love them all I am SO excited for everything that they will get up to together. Thank you so much Gats for running this and to our lovely admin team for writing such amazing descs with weird ass adjectives (from me at least). :birdlove: everywhere
"Hey!" Despite the fact that he had offered, Rudolph hadn't really expected the strange cat to steal his drink like that. On some level, he suppose he should have been worried about the fact that a cat was talking to him, but...That was before the candy house. And the strange dragon like beasts. And...Ah. Who could forget the bird creature not to mention some of the other people he had seen walking about. A talking cat was the least of his concerns as he lifted a hand up to push away at the cat's face.
"Look. I can go buy you one that would be a lot sweeter if you just leave mine the **** alone okay?" Rudolph rather suspected that if he let the cat take a sip, he would be down a drink a lot sooner than he expected. Though his frustration levels only mounted as he realized that in his dealings with the strange cat, he had missed Cyprena taking her leave. They would go through the roof as he realize the cat was his to live with now and would point out that a name would be lovely.
Rudolph wasn't sure if he named the creature Licorice out of spite or because of his wings. Maybe a bit of both. But Licorice was here to stay and Rudolph would appreciate the company. Even if he had to convince that wher of his that despite Licorice's smell, the cat was in fact not candy.
OOC: Thank you so much! I love him and his candycorn tails XD As well as the rest of him of course.
In every life, there are moments that stick with you – mundane or extraordinary, they vary as much as the individual, and for Kolnybte, it goes something like:
- he’s six, listening to Harper Ithyal talk about their ancestors, about how the dragons fought thread. He’s thinking maybe the red star went away and won’t come back. - fourteen-and-some, looking into the rainbow eyes of the littlest green to hatch so far, so bright and vibrant as she shouts something about adventure and food. - eighteen, proud and bright, reclining against his brand new weyrmate. They’re laughing about – something. Does it matter? The sun shines on their faces, warm, and the future stretches out in front of them. - twenty-odd, staring horrified as the red star settles firmly in the eye of the starstones. We’ll be the best fighters in the wing! Beraith promises, simmering with pride and energy, and something settles leaden in Ko’be’s gut. - thirty-odd, screaming and scratching and begging to be taken to Beraith, because she’s whispering, so pained, and he knows, and she won’t, can’t, not sharding without him, but- - thirty-odd, on the heels of one nigh-insurmountable shock and only starting to not want to physically shove away the shaggy canine from his side, meeting the soft-whirring eyes of another dragon, thinking oh Faranth, no please-, but feeling not agony but comfort, so briefly, cider-soft and warm before the panic and ensuing grief-ridden pain obfuscate.
« Autumn is a time for change. And you? You, my dear, are in the midst of a monumental one. A new life lays before you, one unfettered by the pain of your past. I fear that I may yet be too early, but I ask that you do not find fault in me for that. Now that you are here, I simply could not quietly watch and wait idly by while you put the pieces of yourself back together alone. The days may grow dark and cold, but there will always be a season of sunshine that follows. I am called Monath and while I will never truly replace what you have lost, I will be yours until the day the world no longer turns if you should have me.[/i] »
“Beraith-” Wasn’t there, couldn’t tell him what to do in this situation. Would she have? Would she have mantled over him, possessive and fierce, or would she let him go? Would she tell him to give in to the warmth? He’d never know, never see the green again, touch her soft muzzle or pass out on her flank when he’d drank a little too much post-’fall.
He’d been improving. Kol was sure he had, remembered this morning, smiling at the sight of a puppy of some sort chasing a butterfly. He’d been happy for a moment, enjoying the joy of the young and carefree – that happiness seemed so distant, cast out by the churning horror and sorrow. The agony of salt on a not-healed wound, digging each little granule into him and burning.
How long had he been sitting in the middle of the street, bawling like the end of the world had come early, making a terrible scene? If only he had somebody to remind him that people were having fun here. Cenhelm wasn’t going to: the ‘hound was waiting, patient, for the fit to die back. Monath, too, waited, patient as the snow. Only vaguely aware of either, the former (present?) rider slammed both arms over his head, firmly tamping down on the desire to upchuck everything he’d managed to eat, today.
« Breathe, now, Kolnybte. You cannot expect to grow past your grief in only a day, a month, a year. One moment to the next is all that you can hope for. Breathe, my dear. »
He did. Reluctantly, maybe. Raggedly, painedly, certainly. Kol took several long breaths, though, and heaved himself to his feet. He absolutely did not meet the eyes of anybody in his vicinity, but the man did manage to weave his way through the crowd with a minimum of pauses. Not that all that many folks would waylay a cowboy who looked like he'd been crying while having a horrible allergic reaction at the same time. He was going to go back to the cave he’d been camping in to have the rest of this particular breakdown, thank you very much.
Ko hadn’t outright rejected either of the pair now following him, though, so that was uh...something?
[dkljfdlkjfkldjs I GENUINELY AND WITH ALL OF MY HEART ADORE THESE TWO (well all of them but this IS KO, NOT TZI), tyvvvvvvvvvvvm you guys for such cool shinies <3 <3 <3 I am going to enjoy the hell out of this > even if you DID absolutely break my poor dude.]
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2020 15:35:40 GMT -5 by Kolnybte
Post by Junho Song on Nov 28, 2020 15:14:19 GMT -5
Junho laughed at Zebey’s joke. He’d never had a dog of his own, his parents weren’t really particularly keen on the responsibility of any pets, so the image of it seemed fitting. Bo meanwhile was already on the hunt for more apples that he could gather, with a little more finesse this time if he could manage. Jin followed him, though she did stand a little ways back so that she wasn’t intruding on his space or his skill. Junho watched with raised brows, impressed at Zebey’s movements and the teamwork that she and the Altar were showing here. He felt completely in sync with Jin, but he wasn’t sure that he could do something like that with her, mostly because he wasn’t nearly as athletic and Jin was much less confident.
He let out a small gasp when she fell on her back, rushing over to help her but finding that she didn’t need his help at all, looking more annoyed than injured. He stepepd back, wondering what made her fall, then turned to Abbi with a smile. “Thank you.” He had plenty of apples to pick off the branch that Bo had collected, but he wasn’t about to say no after all of her efforts.
He had transferred a couple of the apples into his own basket when he heard another voice, and then another bond. He hadn’t even noticed that another shiny was nearby, not that he was the most perceptive person when it came to his surroundings, but he didn’t startle at the voice. It was already slightly familiar, after all, but only slightly. It was strange when he did start to feel her that he didn’t notice she was there at all, because she was suddenly large, all-consuming, and Jin and Bo both perked their ears, as they both felt it as well.
“Hello.” He said in response, a statement rather than a question. He stood his ground, unintentionally squaring his feet and his shoulders as he looked up, eyes searching for the North so that he could see this new companion that commanded his attention, but got a simple response instead. Another day, Junho. Her voice was low and slow, distant, because she could not land, not without decimating the trees and apples nearby. Find space for me. It was a demand rather than a request, he knew, but he could make space for her. He wanted to.
He turned his attention to Zebey and her own newest companion. His barrel was half full at this point, and he could continue apple picking with her as long as she wished. Soli he would deal with later.
Ooc, 442 words AHH you did such a good job with my weird adjectives thank you. <3 <3 Also, Ara, I’m just going to assume that they continue to apple pick for a bit longer and have a regular good time unless you’d like to end it off differently. Thank you admin team for all of your hard work with this event, especially you Gats !
edit - She is named Soli which means "sound" in Korean SORRY I FORGOT LOL
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2020 19:44:00 GMT -5 by Junho Song
Post by Haelys Celtaris on Nov 29, 2020 5:24:03 GMT -5
Haelys was pretty wrapped up in gathering weaponry to injure the Dragon-demon that had been sent to haunt her for life. She actually would have felt just a little better about her day had she known that some others, such as poor Kolnybte, were having a life crisis or experiencing equally-strange meetings. Still, none of the other encounters were quite as...threatening as hers. But who better to deal with such things than the human queen herself? Many had tried to de-throne her or take her life before and none had succeeded.
Well...except for whoever had sent her through the portal to Whazzit...
Still. Not everything was doom and gloom. Like this new bond—third bond of the day, to be clear—that had just appeared in her mind. This one was more butterflies and rainbows than anything else. But, like...actual butterflies. Why were there so many tiny cute creatures nearby? What was happening?
Haelys slipped a carving knife down the front of her dress, silently eyeing a chipmunk that sat on a nearby pumpkin.
For all the negative experiences that were to come with the introduction of Geheth into her life, if only someone could fastforward and show her the pleasantries and joy that would come from the deeds of Arcella the Caro. For now, it was all yet to be seen. At the very least, she already had a good feeling about Millicent at her side.
[OOC: Omg, Arcella is AMAZING. I am so beyond thrilled with her. Thanks to the admin team for this brilliant event. The shinies and mutations are beyond what I had expected and I'm so happy about it. <3]
"FUCK" Geoff swore (in case you didn't know 'fuck' was a naughty word, just letting you know), not even able to turn around to flee from the Watch-wher that blocked his path before she had lunged for him. That HURT.
A much less manly, higher-pitched yelp popped out of his throat when he nearly found his arm munched on too. Without his leg being let go. You had two heads oh god you had two heads you poor ugly thing why did you have to eat him PLEASE stop eating him --
He bonked it on the head with his other fist. It did not do very much. And by not very much, we mean it had no impact whatsoever. A foot kicked it, but it wasn't very effective either, more like a tap as far as the Wher seemed to be concerned.
Looks like you be needing help. Geoff looked over to see a small cat, just as disfigured as this one but in a different way, peering at him intently. He grinned, which was an absolutely horrible expression on his abominable face.
Geoff once despite himself, stinging tears starting to well up in the corner of one eye. He had a pretty high threshold, but this really was starting to hurt. Geosk was not gentle. No worries, I find something! The cat seemed delighted to have permission for himself, and was already lost in the spooky scary wonderland by the time Geoff coughed out "wait —"
Fortunately, with so many stalls and vendors around, didn't take long for them to find something to bribe Geosk to latch onto instead of the newly christened Wher handler. Once bandaged and recovered from the shock, Geosk obviously required no name, but the Iolite did, and, well, the only acceptable possibility was Victor.
(sung by a choir, wonderland ;; also BABIES 8D <3)
It would take Alice an uncomfortable amount of time to notice that Jack was following her. In fact she wouldn't notice that he was there until the next day, long after she had gone home and gotten some sleep. There's nothing like waking up to being stared at by a heterochromatic cat that gives the sense of being impatient with how long you've slept.
That wasn't the only thing Jack was going to be judging her for. Not by a long shot. And the worst part was that he was always there. Even when he wasn't.
(I love him he's awful. His name is Jack in case that wasn't clear.)
Last Edit: Dec 7, 2020 16:01:05 GMT -5 by Alice Noe
Yeah uh, Tzimekh was...not so sure about this whole 'haunted hayride' thing, at this point. Sure, the boughs of hay (were they called boughs? boffs? Sylbae'swellmatchedhere) were more comfortable than, say, whatever was lurking outside, but uh.
"I'm not a fan of this. Haunted ride." Tzi whispered to Omorose, sidelong, eyes cutting over to the seemingly-calmer woman. She might have suggested a quick getaway, if not for the apologizing gryphon who crashed into them and subsequently over her, squawking indignantly and peering upside-down with vividly blue eyes at them.
Wait, is that a ghost? HEY! YOU! Ah. Well.
"Omorose, I believe that it's time we, ah, what did they say..."
Was it 'blow this popsicle stand'?
It wasn't, but they were absolutely simpatico here: that was definitely the right plan.
"What she said."
[realizes like A MONTH LATER THAT SHE HAS NOT POSTED THIS, SCREECHES INTO THE VOID AT SELF. )8 omg sylbae is. just. I DIE. LOOK AT HER. SHE'S RIDICULOUS AND PERFECT. All of my babies are actually YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING TYTYTYTY]
Today did not go how she had expected. Not that the drow would complain about it- maybe about the Tempest, but certainly not the rest of it. Even as she thought that, she felt another pair of eyes on her. Unsettled, her gaze fell upon a stoic, silent presence in the distance. The wolf didn’t say anything, but the bond was unmistakable, and the drow felt herself resigned to a sigh. At least this one wasn’t as difficult as the bird. And she could still enjoy Junho’s presence as they continued to pick apples, for Yssraim wouldn’t bug her or interfere.
ooc. So sorry for this super short response but I kept forgetting to claim him without his desc. His name means plague!