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Post by Tiger on Jul 24, 2018 22:13:46 GMT -5
Xsabaskis watched Beech, her expression confused at first, but gradually softening. She let out a dry little huff that sounded a bit more like a laugh than the one she had made before. Only a little, but progress was progress. “You’re right. And Kopi was right. We all protect each other.” “...The guardians being...absent, that does make things hard,” Taakeyrr said. “But...you have a point; it wasn’t guardians who found and killed the other sowers. The island’s already taken care of three of them, that’s more than there are left.” Taakeyrr tilted her head at Xsabaskis. “How did you know Kopi was the healer, by the way?” “If you’re thinking I can find the fourth guardian, you’re wrong.” Xsabaskis sighed. “I found out when he came to heal you. He was hiding behind his symbol - that’s how I knew what the deer was - but I wasn’t about to let a stranger in there to make things worse.” “...You demanded he show himself even though he was a guardian?” Soaitsae asked. “For all I knew, he could’ve been a sower faking it. We barely knew anything about sowers, the raptor had just killed the first one,” Xsabaskis retorted. “I’m thinking now that they can’t fake it, but I wasn’t taking any chances.” “No wonder you two got along so well.” “Had a lot to thank him for.” Xsabaskis looked out into the storm, a growl rumbling through her. “Speaking of things we didn’t know about sowers - I wasn’t expecting them to come back from the dead.” “That does seem really unfair,” Taakeyrr agreed. “...Maybe it’s just the cat who came back, for some reason? I haven’t heard anything about back-from-the-dead scimons or procoptodons... Beech?” Time to start laying out logistics \ o / ( Shinko)
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Post by Shinko on Jul 24, 2018 22:44:48 GMT -5
Beech tapped a paw on the floor of the cave, thinking hard. “Not… really? At least nothing solid. Quicksnap told me that the raptors apparently adopted the spirit of that octopus who was petrified back when all this was still just starting, but I get the impression they’ve been largely keeping to themselves and that’s why more animals haven’t heard about it.” She shrugged. “But nobody’s really been in much of a hurry to gossip with me, at least not about anything useful. For… some weird reason two days ago a coelophysis was quizzing me ah…” she looked uncomfortable, “Well about Taakeyrr and the enteldont, but I didn’t think that was any of her business, so I didn’t stick around.” ( Tiger) Beech says she heard about a ghost octopus, but hasn’t heard about ghost-sowers up to this point, though she’s not really a target to be gossiped at so that doesn’t mean word hasn’t been spreading under her nose.
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Post by Draco on Jul 25, 2018 6:02:30 GMT -5
Kuzen has had it. He was annoyed and angry with whatever was going on to the island. The previous events were the last straw. The fact he was a skeleton weirded him out, but it was nothing compared to fact he couldn't eat his favorite food, or any food in fact. He ended up sitting under a tree angrily and falling asleep. The next day he awoke to find himself alive and well again. He binged on cucumbers and passed out again. That afternoon he woke up again, feeling better now. He was also wet, very wet. He looked around to notice the rain and the river was rising. He started to swim into the river and he enjoyed the weather... Until the wind picked up a bit. He tried to swim as fast as he could, but was overtaken and dragged down the river. A short time later the kappa layed down on the side of the river, half in the water, but stuck to a bush. He crawled out and onto the now wet land. He stared out at a small soggy hairy animal hanging onto a plant to keep from flying away. --- The nameless quokka had been having a terrible week. Ignoring all the previous problems, he was last seen when the birds were carrying him away. He spent the day hiding in a tree, being dumped there by the birds. Falling asleep, he woke up as a skeleton. Again, he was horrified and scared. He hid in the tree longer. Then he was normal again! He hopped down the tree and ran around gathering some food and doing other things while avoiding any contact if he could. He didn't trust anyone. Then the storms came... He hopped around on the ground, wanting to go home, but he couldn't fight the wind very well. He was to small to properly fight it. In fact, he was scared now that he would fly away. So he held onto a small plant for dear life in case he would fly away, now wet and soggy and screaming. --- Kuzen just stared at the quokka, walking over to him. The green kappa stared at the screaming quokka up close. "I don't think the storm is that bad, at least not yet..." "AGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "You can stop screaming... It's not bad." "I DON'T WANT TO FLY AWAY AGAIN!!!" "Uhh... Cucumber?" Kuzen goes to hand the quokka a cucumber, but realizes he doesn't have any on him. He shrugged and just stared at the quokka silently. Kuzen was angry about the fact he couldn't eat the previous day.
He was relieved he could eat again, and binged on cucumbers and had a nap.
He woke up and was washed away in the stormy river. When he got out of the river, he found the nameless quokka screaming while holding onto a plant.
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Post by Reiqua on Jul 25, 2018 7:53:36 GMT -5
Yira was having a miserable time of it. This wind was strong. Way too strong. He carefully dug his claws into the branch before releasing the claws from another paw to inch it forward. Three points of contact, all the time. He was wet. And cold. In fact, it was taking an immense effort just to refrain from shivering so violently that he fell off the branch even without the help of the wind. “Hey little guy,” came a vaguely familiar voice, “Are you okay? Do you need help finding shelter or finding your parents?”Yira strained his ears and his eyes trying to find the source of the speaker. But for a long while he saw nothing through the storm. Then, against the dull white background of clouds blown every which way, he saw something... white? Or maybe silvery? And shining! He gasped. "Are you a spirit?" he excitedly asked the creature who had spoken. This one looked kinda like the thylacine who had come back, so he presumed maybe it was in a way. "I'm Yira by the way." Yira was about to say that he was fine when he realised that things were not, in fact, fine. He was cold, and wet, and he wanted to get out of this horrid storm. He said so, and then added, "and I'd kinda like to find my mum too." He paused for a moment and then said sheepishly, "I've kinda lost her." He did that a lot. Rabbit ♠ Yira is happy to see Kopi and be offered help, but doesn't exactly have a concept of 'ghost'. Oops, some of mummy's weird teachings seem to have rubbed off
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Post by Liou on Jul 25, 2018 14:16:41 GMT -5
The firebird shrank into the distance until he resembled a speck cast off by the sun. He had not flapped away in a panic or in a huff. He had flown off peacefully, after respectfully concluding a polite conversation between firebird and Sha. In the grass nearby, a pig spread its wings and took off, too. Renpi blinked. She had truly softened in her age like a shrivelled old fig. In this gentle rain, so refreshing after their shared nightmare, every animal seemed to be in a cheerful, grateful mood. It would have been a pity to ruin it by interrogating willy-nilly like those silly wolves had done. Renpi circled suspiciously around what seemed like a larger group of animals forming, in case they happened to be a budding mob. If they were, the presence of the Sha successfully gave them second thoughts. She questioned a few vultures, in case they had observed any strange deaths. She was considering searching through the High Hills when the clouds overhead seemed to loom like cobras about to spit. Renpi decided to move away from the river. The fierce beauty of the storm was so distracting that she could almost forget the danger of it, especially for smaller beings. When the wind picked up, a full-body tail-wag made Renpi ripple like a sail. She had to stay steady, walking in a cautious crouch, while giving a family of big-eared hopping mice a lift to let them find shelter. When lightning began to flash, she let out joyful howls and rumbles along with the thunder. Her eyes briefly flickered red when they reflected light. The gophers she was ferrying questioned their safety and were relieved to get off. She had paused to gauge the wind and decide on a path when an odd shape caught her attention through the thick sheet of rain. Renpi blinked out water. It looked oddly like a human-made tool. For a moment, she wondered if Svar's fears could have finally been brought to life, until she spotted a light crescent shape. Renpi crept towards the figure, minding her footing instead of rushing forth. She shifted cautiously around the hammer and propped her shoulder against the moon rabbit, so that they could brace themself between her and the handle. "I'm not hungry," she assured them for a start. Though her voice was fairly loud, it seemed to meld with the howling winds. "No more shelter around here. Can you hold on to me until we reach the Crags? Hang from my belly, my tail, my mouth, anywhere's fine." Renpi like storm. =D But not everybody like storm. D= She has found a Mochi of Shinko , Inc and offered a ride back out of this mess.
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Post by RielCZ on Jul 25, 2018 15:47:16 GMT -5
Rui had left the bluff. Rain and winds had picked up, and she wanted nothing more than to be cradled in the safety offered by the thick dense deep in the Highwind Woods. Though flying was not necessarily recommended in such poor conditions, she was skilled enough to handle it. As she neared the Woods, rain pelting on her scales, manoeuvring swiftly about the raging winds, she heard the cacophonous sounds of the BIRDS. DEATH DEATH DEATH IS EVERYWHERE DISASTER DISASTER UNMITIGATED DISASTER LIONHEART DEAD HEALER DEAD DEAD DEAD But that wasn't all that was in the air. She could hear the loud baying sounds of the island's tribe of longma. The dragon-horse felt dread in her stomach. Those baying sounds could only mean one thing: tribal tragedy. She passed some of her kind also in the skies, despite the hurricane threat. "What's happening?" she asked one of them. "Grandma," he replied. "Her time has come." Rui let out a long low wail. If only the healer hadn't been killed -- why did the healer have to die!? Maybe he could have healed Grandma... "She's offering all longma parting words," he continued, cutting Rui out of her thoughts. "I suggest you get yours, while she still has thoughts to impart." Rui solemnly nodded her head before flying in a frenzied fury down to the part of the Highwind Woods at which Grandma had spent the last several years. She trotted gingerly up to the scene. Rains pelted harshly about them; drips fell through the canopies, but the trees provided a nice shield nonetheless. There Grandma was -- surrounded by members of the tribe, young and old (though no one was anywhere near as old as she). She appeared very ill. All that remained in her eyes was a dull sheen. Rui turned to another of her kind. "How long has she been like this?" "A few hours," the longma replied. "Grandma announced, 'MY TIME HAS COME! BUT ANOTHER WILL COME AFTER ME, AND I AM NOT FIT TO BE IN THEIR PRESENCE!' You know, the as of late standard Grandma." The dragon-horse gave a small shrug. "And she's been in this state ever since." Rui frowned. "Thanks," she replied as she noticed the dwindling line behind Grandma. She motioned to it. "Is that wherefrom parting words come?" "Yes," the other longma replied. "Thanks again." Rui went and lined up. After a few minutes, she was face to face with Grandma. "ROY," Grandma tried to shout, but her voice was hardly above a whisper. "Rui," Rui corrected with a sigh. Paying respects needed to be done -- but maybe these last words were a bad idea. "YOU ARE A FIGHTER IN TOUGH TIMES -- I SEE THAT NOW. DO NOT LET YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE. BUT REMEMBER, THOSE WHO EXALT WILL BE HUMBLED, BUT THE HUMBLE WILL BE EXALTED." Rui smiled brokenly and placed a hoof on Grandma's side. "Thank you, Grandma." "THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, ROY," she coughed. And Rui walked on. She was always pretty sure Grandma was going to pass within the teenaged longma's lifetime -- but still, she found herself fighting not to cry. A wealth of knowledge, history, and understanding, about to disappear. She flipped her mane hair cooly and returned to the crowds. After what felt like forever, but was more than likely just minutes, Grandma shut her eyes. Rui was sure the baying lament of the tribe of longma could be heard all throughout their section of the Highwind Woods. A self-contained post describing a longma event I've had in my mind for a while: The Death of Grandma.
Rui and the longma are baying because Grandma's illness has taken a big turn for the worse. Rui wishes the Healer hadn't been killed -- maybe Grandma could have been saved.
Alas, Grandma gives some one-on-one parting words to all the present members of the tribe of longma. She tells Rui to be proud of herself and stay confident -- but also to remember to be humble.
She passes on. The longma's baying lament can be heard throughout their part of the Highwind Woods.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 25, 2018 15:52:34 GMT -5
Soaitsae snorted softly at Beech’s report of the raptors adopting the octopus spirit. “That doesn’t surprise me; they would find a creature like that intriguing." "Wonder if it's the same pack our mother talked to about Taakeyrr's Eye," Xsabaskis mused. "But I doubt they know anything more than Beech could tell us." “But nobody’s really been in much of a hurry to gossip with me, at least not about anything useful. For… some weird reason two days ago a coelophysis was quizzing me ah…Well about Taakeyrr and the entelodont, but I didn’t think that was any of her business, so I didn’t stick around.”Taakeyrr clicked her teeth. "Well - I guess that's not a surprise. We had a coelophysis asking about who I’d seen with my Eye; they can be kind of annoying sometimes, even if they’re useful. I just hope they don't spread anything that gets the entelodont to come looking for us. ...I’m not so sure I want to give him an apology when he was trying to attack you." "Well, the pig should have more important things to worry about," Xsabaskis said with a nod toward the cavern opening. "Even an animal that big's gotta be worried in a storm like this." She turned back to the cavern corner with a heaviness to her expression that Taakeyrr caught and understood with a sudden jolt. This was the same sort of weather that had been brewing just before Kassisiss and Sretash went missing - and later, they’d discovered it was also the cause. Landslides near the Crystal Crags… With effort, Taakeyrr forced her attention back to the present. “The little-cat made it sound like the storm was their god’s doing - their Mother, she said? ...I don’t understand the point of all of this. Making some animals murder other animals, that creepy skeleton dream, now this storm…” She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at the rain, like it might show her the secrets. “I guess this could just be territory takeover, if that’s how gods work. ...But the corruption to do the killing...that really make no sense.” The dilos tangent a little off of Beech’s mention of the raptors having a ghost-octopus buddy and the coelophyses, and Taakeyrr wonders aloud about the sower-god’s motives (presumably not really having caught Roda’s monologue since she was corrupted and concussed at the time) ( Shinko)
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Post by Reiqua on Jul 25, 2018 18:20:13 GMT -5
Muuri tore through the open grasslands with one thought upmost in her mind. "Protect." Whatever the cost. Some of the blind rage that she had felt when declaring that everyone must die had subsided by now. Yet she still ran, anger pulsing in her mind. So fast was she running that the whistling wind of her own passage almost drowned out the howling of the winds all around her. Her other senses, always on the alert for anything out of the ordinary, were on hyper-acute right now. Fear and anguish dulled everything other thought as she snarled menacingly, looking for anyone she might need to protect. Or attack. A sense of an altercation down by the river reached her and without slowing her breakneck pace at all, she adjusted her course ever so slightly in that direction. A quokka was there, screaming in abject terror while a kappa stood by, calmly continuing to torment him. A surge of anger washed over Muuri and she leapt forwards to protect the hapless quokka, landing heavily between the two adversaries and facing the kappa, her mouth wide open in a snarl, exposing her enormous front teeth. A faint gold flicker feebly lit the area for a split second before fading again. Her Lionheart powers. By now it was a subconscious and reflexive reaction to call on those powers when protecting someone. She often didn't realise she was even using the powers until the golden lion flared to light. If she had paused to think about it, she would probably have found it a matter of great concern that this tiny flicker of her powers had replaced the regular blaze of blinding golden light. But right now, thoughts of herself didn't even feature. This quokka needed her protection. Forsaking the mundane tactic of using words to defuse a situation, she opened her mouth and shreiked loudly at the kappa. Muuri is not happy about this situation. She hasn't stopped to think about any of it, but she knows she's angry. She comes across Draco's characters and decides that clearly the quokka needs protecting from Kuzen so she shreiks at the kappa agressively.
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Post by Rabbit ♠ on Jul 25, 2018 19:07:08 GMT -5
The cub gasped when he saw Kopi. "Are you a spirit?" he excitedly asked.Kopi was going to get that reaction a lot, wasn’t he? He really couldn’t blame anyone, but he knew it was going to get a little old a little fast. "I'm Yira by the way." the cub went on. "and I'd kinda like to find my mum too." He paused for a moment and then said sheepishly, "I've kinda lost her."“It’s okay, Yira,” Kopi said kindly. “My name is Kopi and my sister here is Tash.” He sighed. “And yes, I am a ghost.” Tash snickered a little bit. Kopi gently shoved her. She was clearly enjoying Kopi getting questioned more than he was. At least she wasn’t asking questions about Kopi being a ghost. It was bound to happen eventually, but he was surprised by how long she lasted. “Your mother is probably looking for you, too,” Tash informed. “We can’t go looking for her now, though. We should get you somewhere dry.” She turned to Kopi. “Kopi, do you know if there’s any tree hollows nearby?” “I can’t say I do, but it’s worth a look,” Kopi replied. He looked back at Yira. “Do you think you can walk with us?” “Why don’t you tell us about your mother, too?” Tash continued. “We can find her after the storm passes.” Kopi and Tash introduce themselves to Yira ( Reiqua ). Kopi is quickly getting annoyed at ghost questions, but Tash is enjoying it. Anyway, Tash suggests they find shelter. Kopi asks if Yira can walk with them and Tash asks about Yira's mother, saying they can find her later.
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Post by Shinko on Jul 25, 2018 19:09:37 GMT -5
Mochi was relieved when they felt something push them up against the hammer’s handle giving them leverage to cling to it more tightly. “H-hold on to you?” Mochi shouted, their more shrill voice barely audible over the wind. “I… I can try?” Mochi reached with a paw for the broad red back, managing to brace around the slender neck before letting go of their hammer to grab with the other paw. The hammer shrunk down to minuscule size again, it and the Spirit’s gift stone whipping in the wind. “Why did the weather get so much worse all of the sudden?” * * * Beech tilted her head. “Well putting together what we know… Quicksnap told me later that there was a dream of being buried alive or something before the bone thing? And Roda said that she hates the island because the animals don’t go extinct. So… maybe the sower’s ‘Mother’ has some sort of agenda related to that?” The thylacine lay down next to Xsabaskis. “As for the corruption, I’m not sure. Unless it’s just to scare everybody with the specter of madness.” Beech gulped. “I feel like there’s something we’re missing- some clue or something. Something the corruption does besides make one animal kill one other animal.” ( Liou) Mochi complies, and asks Renpi if she knows why the weather went haywire ( Tiger) Beech drops my plot hints for me.
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Post by Draco on Jul 26, 2018 5:55:11 GMT -5
Kuzen took a step back when Muuri jumped between him and the screaming quokka. He blinked and reached yet again for a cucumber that wasn't there. The kappa was about to say something with the one standing between them shrieked in his face causing him to wince. The small kappa decided he needed to fight back. He took a small step forward, tried to look as tough and let out his own loud shriek, which only came out as the tiniest squeak. This caused him to cough a little. When he refocused he decided to snap his beak a few times instead, softly. " I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die," he thought to himself. --- The quokka was even more scared now. First he was going to be blown away in the storm, now he was going to be eaten! He just let out a screaming howl, and started to ramble on about doom, end of the island, and some weird conspiracy about a duck, crab, and grapes. --- Kuzen held his ground, staring Muuri in the eyes. The wind blew, the rain fell, a clap of thunder is heard. At a distance, this would probably look pretty epic. Up close, it was terrifying, wet, and soggy. Kuzen felt great in the rain though. "Take it easy..." " Not that I can do anything. I'm pretty sure I'm out classed, and will die out here," thought the kappa, " All I can do right now is try my best to talk my way out of this.." "I've dealt with worse before. I once defeated a creature three times as big as you!" " What am I saying?! I'm doomed!" The small kappa stood in place, staring at what could be his death... A small snore is heard from Kuzen as he falls asleep standing in place. Kuzen is scared, but holds his ground against Muuri ( Reiqua). He tries to act tough and bluff his way out of things... Then he falls asleep. --- The Nameless Quokka continues to scream, now believing he was going to be someone's dinner.
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Post by Thorn on Jul 26, 2018 7:19:49 GMT -5
Te Tai wasn't initially too bothered by the storm. Kohimu was clearly distressed, but the smaller taniwha was smart, and also nigh-on invulnerable. Being turned into skeletons was one thing, a mere storm was another entirely. So Te Tai lay on the sea floor and waited for it to pass. Until, that was, he saw a flash of colour through the churning mess above. Some stupid little creature had got itself caught up in the storm- one of those weird furry cat things (he couldn't remember the names of all those species, there were far too many.) With a snap of his jaws, the taniwha launched himself up and pushed the cat to the surface with his snout. Moving in a straight line was more difficult than usual, and he found himself thrashing his tail to maintain a direct and reasonably swift course. Te Tai hadn't seen a storm like this since...well, since he'd first swum to the old lands, following the waka in search of new prey. Naelus certainly shouldn't have storms like this. Things were really getting bad. "You!" he growled, thrusting his face above the surface, thankful for the protection his hide gave him from those claws. The soggy animal clung to him, a wet ball of fur and ineffectual menace, spitting and shivering as thunder crashed above. "You insensible, ridiculous feline," the taniwha hissed, fighting to keep it clear of the waves. "These waves are far too much for you!" "Swept away!" the creature yowled. "From the outer-islands! Scratch your eyes!" "If you even try, I shall toss you back to meet the fate you deserve." It went silent then. Te Tai rose and fell with the waves, thinking. The out islands were close by, he could easily return it there. The cat would only get washed away by the next large wave. Then again, why should that matter at all? It was a cat. There were way too many cats on this island- altacats, winged cats, the ones with the lizard faces... He started to swim, his neck already aching from this ridiculous angle. The cat shivered silently on his snout for a time, before it spoke up. "Sorry. Name's Rawhn." "I don't care." After several excruciating minutes, they were beside the outermost island. "This is it. You'll need to jump. Try not to get swept away again, you foolish animal." Rawhn hissed at him, but managed to grate out: "Thank-you." Te Tai hissed back, letting himself sink below the waves. Still, he couldn't return to the sea floor- not with that stupid cat right there, and liable to get swept away again. He surfaced once more and snorted in the creature's face. "This island isn't overly safe. Return here, and I'll find you better shelter around the far side of the island." If that was more sheltered, at the very least the cat should be able to pass the worst of the storm in one of the caves. To name this cat, I legit just sat there making cat noises and trying out how they might be spelled.
In which Te Tai saves a random cat-like creature! Maybe?
(for all his grumbling, he also misses having a Purpose. A creature apologising and thanking him in spite of him being rude to it did a lot to win Tai over.)
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Post by Celestial on Jul 26, 2018 10:57:34 GMT -5
Morag did not manage to find the squirrel creature. It was not for lack of trying. After she had left Beech and the longma, she had gone back to the Highwind Woods and snuffled around. Though her search did not yield who she was looking for, she did stumble onto a mouse that happened to come from the old country! Oh what a joy that was! The mouse invited Morag back to its nest- a hole in a rock formation they shared with a family of mountain gorillas- and they spent most of the day talking about the old land. The mouse shared stories of her ancestors and how they lived on an island like this one. They lived among humans who provided them with everything they needed until suddenly, those creatures disappeared. The Hunger soon began. If it was not for the Spirit taking them here, oh, the mouse would not have known what to do! In exchange for the stories, Morag shared the tales passed down among the haggises of the old land, something the mouse- being endemic to a tiny island off its coast- found fascinating. They compared how humans behaved but also how their own species lived, comparing and constrasting the difference between. They spoke for so long that she did not notice the storm coming in. The mouse and her family ducked into their hole but it was too small to fit them and Morag comfortably. The gorillas, at least, were helpful enough to tell her where to seek a decent burrow that had been abandoned by its inhabitant. Thanking them, she dashed- or at least scuttled over at a mildly fast pace- to the burrow and ducked into it. It was warm and cosy: perfect. Sadly, it did not last. As the rain continued, water soaked into the burrow, beginning to flood it. That would not do at all. Morag rapidly climbed out, shaking dirt and water out of her coat. Immediately, a stray gust of wind almost knocked her off her feet. Well, that would not do! Her thick, rough coat could keep her from getting wet but this wind was rather terrible. Keeping low to the ground, she scuttled off in search of better shelter. However, the haggis could not take several steps before a cat flew down and landed in front of her. Her eyes must have deceived her because this cat seemed to have no wings...and was translucent...and was wearing something awfully garish. "My goodness, what can you say about this weather? Terrible, isn't it? It's flooded my shelter!" Morag said to the cat as she scuttled over. She snuffled but there seemed to be no smell coming from the creature. "Are you alright, dearie? You look rather lost. Come on, we'll find somewhere nice and cosy for us to huddle in. Although your fur looks rather odd if I do say so myself," she narrowed her eyes further to see better. "Oh, could you also be a ghost? They seem to be popping up all over the place these days. It must be a trend with all these sowers about killing all these poor beasties." *** Svar flinched when Kohimu mentioned a story about humans. All stories he knew of humans usually ended poorly for him. Even with the taniwha's reassurances, he remained skeptical. However, as he listened to the story, the more he became assured that the human- Murirangi- was a good one. He was kind to the taniwha and curious about them too. Perhaps, as Kohimu said, this was a rare good human, a friend to mythical beings. Like Elena had been. Too much like Elena, he realised as Kohimu suddenly stopped at the part where Murirangi drowned. Svar flinched from the thunder and was just about to cry for the human- the first time in centuries- when the taniwha finished telling the story: Murirangi transformed into a taniwha himself. The firebird blinked. "It is a nice story...but it is just a story, right? Humans cannot become like us," he said as if he was stating that the sky was blue. "We all know that humans are different from us. They are even different from the non-immortal and non-divine creatures." He bowed his head. "I did like the story, don't get me wrong. I just don't think it could ever happen in real life. Humans like Murirangi are rare, and the few that do exist are still human. They hold the same vices that all of them do. They would not be able to live as creatures like ourselves." Morag tried to find Juliane but she got sidetracked by a St Kilda house mouse until the storm came. She tried to find shelter but got washed out of the burrow. While looking for another one, she encounters Genevieve( Coaster) and complains about the weather, all without realising who exactly she is talking too. Svar, meanwhile, enjoys Kohimu's( Thorn) story but he is skeptical that a human -even a nice one- could ever become a mythical creature so he is sure that it must be fictional.
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Post by Thorn on Jul 26, 2018 11:32:55 GMT -5
"Well, I never met Murirangi myself," Kohimu admitted. "Maybe it's just a story. But some taniwha had a lot of power, so I don't think it's impossible- especially since he was on the point of death, where anything can happen." He eyed Svar, gauging his reaction. "But it is true that there were humans who were good to us. That part I know for sure. I'm glad you liked the story, Svar. I like it too." Kohimu wondered if maybe it was time for a change of pace. "Do you have a story you'd like to share?" he asked gently. "It can be any story, just one you would enjoy telling." Kohimu responds to Celestial saying that, while he never personally met Murirangi, he doesn't think the story is impossible. Then he asks if the firebird would like to share a story of his own!
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Post by Liou on Jul 26, 2018 14:18:47 GMT -5
A moon rabbit should not have been much of a burden for Renpi. In this wind, however, the Sha had to readjust her stance and footing to compensate for the change in balance. At least, Mochi was a rather soft load to bear, comfortably cushioned by their abundant fluff. Unlike the other animals that Renpi had ferried, they were on their own, and would have an opportunity to corrupt her without a single witness. Renpi did not pause to suspect them. She had to keep faith in something. There was no point in fighting for their island and their Spirit if she started to distrust disciples of the moon and leave them stranded in a hurricane. The Sha made a few tentative steps, to check that her passenger would not be too jostled in their current position, and set off. She slogged through the rain slowly and steadily, almost sideways to push through the wind. She was crouching as low as she could without letting Mochi trail on the ground. "The weather did not share its intentions with me before storming," she said in response to the rabbit's question. Focused on her feet, Renpi took a moment to remember that her dry tone was not the best to use while rescuing a poor sodden creature. "It's not a corrupted thunderbird, for one," she added, treading through particularly slippery grasses to avoid a large pool of mud. "You are right to ask, it is strangely fierce." She had to keep quiet while sidling down the last grassy slope to the very top of the Crags. "You may cling with your claws if you must. Or use your hammer's handle." After a brief pause to catch her breath, Renpi began to clamber down the rocks. She did not go very far. They soon reached a large, triangular opening in the cliff. The Sha refrained from sprinting over the drenched rocks to dive into the shelter, and took the time to test every foothold. It was only after several more agonisingly slow steps that they emerged from the rain. The hollow was one of the older, more polished caves in the cliff. It was not one of Renpi's favourite dens, nor was it very deep; but she would not risk travelling any further down. "This was the steadiest place I could think of. Just enough to shelter us from the wind, if it keeps blowing that way. The entrance is steep enough that the rain streams right down." After looking forward to this moment for the entire climb, the soaked Sha finally shook herself. She turned to Mochi, her ears flicking back, hoping they had not received too much of the water. "My apologies." She glanced at their tiny hammer. "Mochi, if I remember right? You are not hurt anywhere, moon-bless?" Renpi gave the rabbit a quick sniff. Her inspection done, she turned back to face the entrance, her eyes briefly glowing red in a flash of lightning. The rain outside formed a glowing sheet of almost horizontal white lines. "I am not one to shudder before a storm. It is simply too fierce for this gentle island and its gentle weather. After what the sower-cat did to the plants with her cursed touch, I would be only slightly surprised if a flying minion of hers had done the same with the clouds. Have you heard of any new developments?" Renpi ferries Mochi of Shinko , Inc. to a sheltered nook, whew, asks if they're injured, and does not have more information on the storm. She has a few ideas and asks Mochi if they know more. She trusts the moon-bunny despite the risk of being corrupted by a sower with no witnesses.
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