((Is that wolf reading what I think he's reading? XD))
((Fifty Shades of Grey Wolves))
((It's not his fault, he just picked up whatever was on gramma's nightstand.
Also, considering how this is pretty much entirely a bottleneck stage, we'll post a piece ourselves if someone takes too long getting around to theirs. Otherwise with timezones and all, this'd take like a month.))
For a few seconds, being a bird wasn't uncomfortable. Tiger had seen through the eyes of hawks and eagles before, absorbing their memories after sending them on the scouting forays that had become all too common after she'd left home. But the memories were just that - memories, flashes of being in a bird's body, and the longer she went without any change, the more awkward Tiger felt.
"It's only an illusion. Stay focused...there must be a reason...
The forest was surprisingly twittery, and Tiger thought the chirps seemed to come from the most mobile hovering names. Strange.
Rustling below caught Tiger's attention. She stiffened, wishing for a hawk's size and strength - only to feel foolish when a girl in red came into view. The girl peered around at the trees, looking confused. From the ground, she probably couldn't see the weirdly angular path Tiger could make ou-
To say the least, Gelquie was amazed at what happened. It was true that she came here for pure escapism, but she expected just some simple games, maybe like the ones her old home used to play. But illusions this powerful? She had created some good illusions for herself, but never quite at this level. She'd have to figure out the illusion for it later. Well, that is, if it is one, and not some transformation. Either way, she'd never been a bird before. She liked this game already.
Then she remembered that she had to help the simple-minded girl in the forest. Part of the game and all. Gelquie tried to sigh, but it came out as a small chirp, and she flexed her wings as she took a good look around her. Hmm, yes, this looked about right...
Once she was done, she let out a chirp of victory, and she hopped in place. Now she just had to wait for the other contestants and hope that they're reliable with directions and maps. So she flexed her wings and flapped them, deciding to learn how to fly and be a bird in general. May as well; it's not every day you get turned into a bird.
Last Edit: Oct 21, 2012 15:25:02 GMT -5 by Gelquie
Pumpkin Ghostie (by Killix) Nocturne the elvish dragon (by Huntress) Lazuryl (Laz) the Gargoyle (by Killix)
For a moment Azalea thought she'd merely been shrunk- and, a moment later, teleported in some strange fashion. She looked around curiously. She appeared to be in a rather large tree. Impressive, she thought as she flapped her wings to search for the others. Nothing happened when she tried. It was almost like having her magic taken, but not exactly; it was more like it had never been there. Alarmed, she looked down at herself. And shriek-chirped. A bird? she thought. As she tried to get used to this new body, she noticed some names half-visible in the trees. "Guys?" she tried to ask. But it was unintelligible. She began panicking for a moment before she saw another name and settled down. It was just a game, after all. And the masters of ceremonies appeared to have everything under complete control. Very impressive, she thought. "...Seriously, I know how this story ends, and it's not at all pleasant for me." Human voices? Azalea took a step forward on her branch, gingerly as a tightrope walker, and peered down at the wolf and girl on the forest floor. The girl seemed quite confused, and Azalea wondered for a moment why anyone would create such a convoluted forest path. Just a game, she reminded herself. So was the aim to help the girl? She looked around at the hovering nametags and chirped. The air was full of chirps. She shoved her fear of being unable to fly out of her head, and ruffled her feathers. "Sweet!" she chirped, and waited for the game to begin.
When the girl finally arrived near Azalea, she did her part to try and guide her. When she was done she rested for a while, but soon became bored. The wind was ruffling her feathers. This was remarkable illusionwork. She wanted to try flying, unsure as she was of her capacity for it in this state, but something held her back. Nobody else was taking wing. If it was in fact an illusion, and not some other form of magic, she ran the risk of falling. Still, the wind ruffled her feathers, and she stood with her little bird head facing the wind. She was already fond of this game.
((EDIT: That piece is supposed to be on the bottom beside GLQ's. I've got no idea how to fix it so I'll just try and work something out when I'm off my mobile.))
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2012 11:53:57 GMT -5 by ♥ Azzie
Zylaa was not unduly concerned with the fact that she was now a bird. It seemed like fun, really, having wings. She did wonder, though, what sort of skills a songbird could possibly exhibit. Maybe singing. Maybe as a bird she could understand birdsong and all the aggressive, belligerent things birds were really saying to each other.
[10:07:54 PM] Avery: I still have 0 words, but I did just have a five hour voice/video chat in which I saw beautiful severed ears and rotting bisons so I think that was a productive day.
[10:09:43 PM] Lizzie: IM SORRY
"What is it, son?"
"I think... I think I see a Terra at the end of the tunnel..."
"No, son! You'll make it through this I promise! I'll take you back to daddy! Hang in there, son!"
"Mom... the Terra... she's beckoning..."
"NOOooo don't go towards the Terra! Stay with me!"
Post by Kristykimmy on Oct 22, 2012 17:08:34 GMT -5
'Kristy the Bird, I like the sound of that,' Kristy thought as she hopped around on the branch of a tree. She wasn't at all bemused or concerned by her sudden alteration, due to the fact that she was now her favorite bird.
Belatedly, she realized that she was there for a reason for why she was there. Kristy looked down and saw little Red coming through the woods. It was time to do her part. If she had a mouth to smile with it would have torn her face in two as she took off. She hopped from the branch, spreading her wings and flapping furiously. For one glorious second, it was amazing. Then she plummeted, landing in Red's basket.
Little Red stopped and scooped Kristy out of her basket.
"Awful lot of bluebirds in the woods today," she commented as she set her on the ground.
With an inward sigh, Kristy decided it would be best to show Red the way through her part of the woods on foot. She took off hopping down the forest path, Red in tow.
Edit: Thanks, Fraze. I'm afraid I'm still not very good with posting on the forums.
The first thing he did was to fly upwards, trying to get a sense of how big the forest was and where the paths led. He only was able to get a few seconds' look before he saw movement below him. It was the girl with the red cloak, skipping along and obliviously humming a happy tune.
If this followed regular game logic, he was probably supposed to guide the girl through the forest. He landed in front of the girl, went "cheep, cheep," and began hopping along the right path.
He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology — and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. And where he went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered.