To Burn a Tail

WATCHER Drenchfloods, Thunderbolts, Hurricanes, Monsoons, Mudslides, Flashfloods, and the ever annoying mud were a constant threat within the season of Drench. Like with ever season within the unforgiving realm of the Rift the Drench came with its own list of disasters and terrors. And these were merely the weather and none of the medical dangers that arose with the constant wet of the world. It was difficult to find any dry shelter within the world. But necessary to avoid Rain rot or any other condition brought about by being constantly exposed to moister. One had to be sure to thoroughly dry out from ear to hoof. Or risk consequences later. That necessity became even more vital when dealing with open sores. The constant moister made it hard for things to heal and easy for infection to set in. As such the reclusive bay dun has retreated into the shelter of caves such as ultima to allow himself the time to properly heal. And escape the discomfort of constant wetness. The burns upon his body, inflicted by Ricochet in their last fight were all but scars. Ugly things that were hardening upon his legs just above his hoofs, winging up the inner part of his legs in splotches and spotting his underbelly in a complex, twisted pattern. They were still bright and red, angry things that reflected the stallion's inner feeling towards the one who bestowed the injuries upon him. But that was another tale to be told. Fore today the like colored man was strolling among the young pines of the summit, enjoying the scent of fresh pine after a storm. The skies were temporarily calm. Thankfully. No rain fell and the sun even reared its absent head as it peeked through a gap in the clouds to warm his hide. All in all it was a pleasant day to be out. A soft touch poked his shoulder. He resisted the urge to sigh as he ignored it. Another poke, then another. Still he did not look, even as someone began to whisper to him. He knew no one was there. It was the ghost that had haunted him ever since he asked the rift for more magic. The darn thing would not leave him alone until he completed his trials. One of them he knew he would never do. But how was he supposed to get someone to burn his tail off? He supposed he could ask Aurelia, assuming they could get the darn thing lit when he ran into her again. For now his tail was dry, having been protected from the worst of the moister by an overhang that Ruwin had taken shelter under. Then again it was more likely that his tail would be dry than his chances of running into Aurelia. He certainly wasn't going to ask Magma-boy for any help in burning off his tail. he had enough scars to remember him by, thank you very much. Perhaps Vynter could be of some help? He build a fire of some sort and burn his tail. The lad would certainly be fascinated by it all. Especially if he knew of the what would come after completing the trials. He would have to bring the subject up to the boy when he saw him. He was easy enough to track down, anyways. The rocky mountain horse pondered the possibilities as he walked, passing closely by a young pine tree the stood next to his path. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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@Kyros. You're free to do a little PP when you accidently ignite Ru's tail on fire!

Ru's trial is to have someone burn his tail off. xD