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 Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:38 pm
Prompt  gaia_crown [ PROMPT 2: Raining Invisible Pets ]: There's been some unusual weather this week, but the invisible weather man did report that today, it would be raining invisible dogs and cats. What you didn't expect was that it would also be raining invisible boafoxes, treats, and pretty much every single other minipet. While this is mostly harmless, it sort of sucks to a) Be pelted by any of them b) Step on the poop they leave behind and c) Slowly start to suffocate from a surplus of invisible pets milling around invisibly
So as per any day, she'd gone out to look over her new 'home.' Which meant a nice, peaceful, pleasant flight. That was how it always went, and it was rather refreshing even if it was a touch repetitive at times. She liked it, it was calming and made for a good routine. Something short of practicing the motions hammered into her head from birth to... her arrival in the reserve. Well, even know she took to keeping such things close in mind, but even so she was finding there were other things to do. Because apparently going out and trying to go about their purpose was against the rules around here.
How logical.
Regardless, it merely meant finding distractions. She'd found meeting her fellow horsemen to be one of those when she couldn't find a way to the haunted house to see if any foolish 'hunters' had come to play. Which... also explained part of her reason for her patrol. So many things could be accomplished with a simple glide around the realm. One that was going flawlessly at first.
Until something suddenly smacked into her and sent her plummeting down for a moment before she managed to regain some semblance of control to look around, seeking her foe. What idiot dared to attack a war horsemen in the ai-
THUD! A squeak accompanied the sudden weight, and then another as she felt things slam against her again. Small... fuzzy things. But things that fouled up her wings as they pressed against them, causing her to lose control repeatedly as she worked not to crash land on the ground. There wasn't about to be much luck with that as more and more of the things seemed to keep piling down from above until she literally found herself thudding against the hard earth. Not enough to kill herself thanks to her efforts, but it wasn't pleasant.
That was the ground she landed on, right? "Uhg..." But it did hurt. Any anyone nearby would have heard that cry as she realized she wasn't going to be staying aloft.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:04 pm
Eitri had been helping himself to a pleasant stroll; a much needed wash of fresh cool breezes after he'd spent all morning and most of the afternoon in his workshop, working on new armor for his Clansmen. As he rounded the corner, he watched as a member of the war clan slowly fell to the ground, grunting and moving as if being attacked. He watched with a raised brow and a tilted head. He couldn't see any enemy. Was she putting on a performance?
He took a step towards her and then suddenly stopped, feeling something smack into his face. It was soft but it still hurt and it fell to the ground squeaking and shrieking. Rubbing his face, he felt another invisible foe strike him; this time in the shoulder. A frown creased his features and he swung out in the air, trying to swat away his enemies. A few were struck and let out pitiful whimpers that made him feel a little bad so he instead raised his hands over his head and made his way towards the War member that had been attacked.
"We.." he paused as he was hit in the head. "Should find shelter. Can you walk?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:29 pm
That was not the least bit graceful, planned, or dignified. Which hurt her pride more than the bruises she'd gained from crashing into a heap of squeaking creatures would. She had yet to notice the fellow horseman in her fall, so his voice was the first she noticed as another thing smacked into her shoulder with a audible squeak before darting off.
Whoever was at fault for this, they should at least have to suffer the same fate. At least.
Still, she nodded as she shifted to get up, mimicking the action of holding an arm over her head as she worked to rearrange herself and get up, hopping on one foot as she fell something soft and fluffy under her foot give a shriek as she stepped on it. Was that a tail? "Mostly thank you-" It finally registered that he had just seen her less than poetic flight. "...let's agree that didn't happen." Hopefully he'd agree well enough as she carefully looked for a safe spot to put her foot that wasn't occupied.
"Let's find someplace better though, agreed." She added, glancing around for the nearest solid object to hide under, maybe a cave, house... really big tree? ...this was why forests had a downside to a degree. And being new to the region wasn't the best.
"Suggestions?" And then a flinch as one tried to stop it's fall by clawing it's way down her arm. At least it wasn't her face, still the thing got sent flying in another direction by the involuntary jerk of her arm.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:01 pm
Eitri raised a brow cocking his head to the side; a soft smirk playing on his lips. "What didn't happen?" He stood a little closer and bent his frame so he was leaning over her. She wasn't short enough that he could completely cover her; but it was enough to block some of the damage. He moved his other arm over his head, letting the one that had been there drop to his side to rest. He peered over her shoulder, eyes scanning their surroundings as he tried to remember where it was they were.
His lips pursed and then his eyes widened and he straightened, taking a hold of her wrist and pulling her in what seemed like a random direction. "This way," he called over his shoulder, grunting as he was struck in the face. A little blood trickled from his nose and tiny scratch marks covered his cheeks. He didn't even want to look at his bare chest - perhaps clothes were handy after all. He grunted again, this time at himself and the idea of him wearing a shirt. "There's a cave not far from here. I mine in it sometimes."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:28 pm
"Exactly." The word rolled easily off her lips as she continued to work on taking in her surroundings to seek some form of shelter. She didn't really seem bothered at him drawing closer to shield her against the falling objects, only giving him an amused look. "Eeh? Such a gentleman." She wasn't exactly frail, but having things randomly land on her wings wasn't doing them any good. They were far more delicate than she. She wasn't about to shoot down a kind gesture though, and did offer a small smile. Which faded around the time another minute landed on her opposite side with a squeak.
Brilliant.
Still, she didn't get to dwell on it since her search for safety was soon interrupted by being tugged in one direction suddenly with a few words and little else as they took off toward one side. Her first steps were somewhat stumbled, but she took to keeping stride after regaining her balance from the sudden jerking toward this apparent cave. "That'll do!" It was an exciting enough prospect, minus the fact his looking toward her had caused a mini to the face. She'd probably have to see what she could do to help with that when they reached safety. Then again, maybe he was used to it, he had on less than her so... maybe this happened often?
"You gonna be alright?" Still best to inquire, even as she held her own arm over her head and before her a bit to try and avoid the same thing. Which was just earning her a few more small scratches and loud squeaks as she ran.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 8:49 pm
Eitri burst through the entrance of the cave, bending at the waist to rest his hands on his knees. It was one thing to run; he could do that no problem. It was another thing entirely to run while being pelted with invisible minis. It was there he noticed the smell coming from his boots. It wasn't him; he'd showered recently and as he touched his boots; he felt a mushy substance. He swore and rubbed his foot on the dirt floor, kicking it a little.
Poop. He'd stepped in invisible poop.
He turned to the horsewoman and offered a grin; wiping the blood from his nose on the back of his hand. "This? It's nothin'," his arms flexed; emphasising the scars that tore through his bicep. "What about you? Any blood? Any damage?"
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