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Feathers
Trial Rainforest Cliffs  harvesting asulli feathers
#1
Aurelia
She was going to do something horrible to get something that could only benefit her. It was the epitome of selfishness- she knew that, but here she was, doing it anyways. To rid herself of the ache in her lungs and the cloudiness in her vision, she needed to do two things: harvest an Asulli's feather and help a foal find their parents. She would try to tackle the later first, but she was horrible with children and did not even know where her own babe was at this point in time. This meant that she would have to rip of an innocent beast's feathers, an act that would pain the animal extremely and possibly result in it's death. Not only were the Asulli elusive beasts, but they were incredibly shy and she was sure the moment they caught a glimpse of her vibrant body they would run away. Not only was she a naturally brightly-colored horse, but one of the two golden lockets that hangs around her neck is charmed to allow little sparkles to glitter her body beautifully. Today, mid-drench, was actually not raining, allowing any nearby animals the perfect view of her. There was no hope she would be able to take a feather from a living beast, perhaps she could find one dead.

After walking for several minutes, she started growing tired. The constant coughing from the burning-feeling in her lungs and the tears that fell from her stinging eyes from the smoke cloud around her that only she could see was wearing her out. She needed relief from the feeling, but there was never any. She had tried everything- drinking water, turning on her own fire to cancel out the smoke (this one worked horribly), swimming, sleeping, nothing worked. She knew she had to move on with the trial. She could not endure another second.

Despite how horrible she felt, she looked.. good. She hadn't looked good in a while. Where her ribs used to show was now just a fat flank. The bald patches had grown in new hair. The worn-out look in her feature had also vanished. The mare looked rather heathly and pleasant, something which she hadn't in what felt like ages. She kept her eyes peeled for any signs of Asullis, but halted for a moment, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree for a quick break.

talk talk talk talk
like a deer in the headlights i meet my fate

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aurelia is tryna 'harvest an Asulli's magical feathers'
anyone can join, all help is good help, the more the merrier~
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#2
WATCHER
The scars from his fight with Ricochet tattooed his legs and belly. Healed and in far better condition then that of his opponent. The pain in his side was gone as well, though his ego was still very much bruised. Normally the stallion did not linger on failures for so long. Merely accepting his short comings after a few days of being irritated with himself. But this had been different. This was a loss in battle. It would continue to eat away at him until he challenged the dark man again, and won.

But until that day he came he would grow stronger. He was plenty fight in the physical department and he was always training his mind, but his magic was lacking. Like Aurelia he was also trialing for power. Though unlike her the rift's presence was less obvious. Only he could hear the whispers, feel the cold touch of a ghost as it haunted him. It constantly wailed because he ignored its pestering. His ears remained pinned back against his head to shield them from the dismal keen.

He was pretty sure he would go deaf before he accomplished his trail. Even his machines seemed upset by the crying, though whether it was because they were responding to the pain in his head or if it was due to the magical interference caused by this ghost, he was not sure. He would have to investigate later. It would be good to know if the magic of the rift was somehow upsetting the magic that coursed through his machines. It would be something to consider when undergoing future trials. He had yet to see Aurelia as he wandered through the forest. He certainly would struggle to hear her at this point.



"Talk."

You have three choices in Life:
Get up, give in,
Or give it all you've got!
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@Aurelia

ooc: Because these two need more threads together.
You have my permission to use magic/force against Ru.
Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D  
#3
Aurelia
Watcher's body emerged from the depth of the shadows, harsh features seemingly suspended between contentness and annoyance (she could never tell which with him). She watched him as the seconds passed, wondering how he had yet to take note of her. Those eerie pale eyes watched him with intense wonder, curious to know if he was here in flesh in blood or a trick that the Rift played on her fragile mind. Aurelia had been thrown through the portal half a year ago and she had only managed to run into him once in that time, but in the past week it seemed he had become a dependable constant part of her life, something that put her on-edge. Though she enjoyed his presence thoroughly, it was unusual for her to hang around this long. She had many tricks up her sleeve- should she be a magician, her greatest act would be disappearing, something she had always done... and done well, too.

Even the worry of growing too involved with one horse was not enough to dam the stream of excitement and anticipation that swelled and sloshed within her as she pushed off of the tree towards him. How the ground between them was erased she'd never recall. Perhaps it was a dance or hop, but one moment they were apart and the next she stood squarely before him, her features conveyed little, but she was visibly a more content healthier version of herself. Something Watcher had yet to see.

She searches his face, unnerved by the sheer blueness of his crystalline eyes. She had always believed that glacier eyes were ice cold, that they knew no warmth and never shared love. It had only taken one horse many moons ago to prove her wrong and now she was fully aware of the truth: the hottest fires always burn blue.

"What are you doing here?" The words came out low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than her short body would suggest- not an educated voice, but one on which education had imposed a discipline which hadn't quite obliterated the rugged, untamed lilt in her words. It would be surprise to those that new her well to see her whisper, because she always seemed to have a million reasons to shout.

The air was thick and dense, the scent of moisture and mildew clinging to her airways like tar. The forest was ages past its former glory. The trees thick and old with roots twisting in all directions. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed happily, but now it was simply eerie, with glowing eyes watching at every turn and the unmistakable sounds of evil Rift creatures scurrying to and fro. It's canopy was so dense that Aurelia could only see the occasional streak of sunlight which was shut out by the ever-moving leaves before it could even hit the ground which was composed of the remains of fallen trees of successive generations for centuries.

"Help me find an Asulli's magical feather," she pleaded.


like a deer in the headlights i meet my fate

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#4
WATCHER
He was alone. Then suddenly he wasn't. Aurelia stood before him a demanding question leaping off of her lips. He regarded her with his same cool expression. "Hello to you too." He said, his own words tumbling out of his mouth like silken molasses. Unhurried, but pleasant. Was that a hint of sarcasm one would hear? Aurelia always seemed to coax reactions and emotions out of the stallion that most could only dream of seeing. Not that anyone ever dreamed about him. Except maybe when K'yarie had a nightmare.

They held a strange relationship as both fire and water danced around each other. Never quite mixing, but finding a strange coexistence that ordered on pleasurable. He at least could admit that he was happy to see that she was looking healthier than before. "You're looking better." he said. Perhaps the biggest compliment one would ever hear from his lips. He was not one for flattery. He never actually tried to answer he question. Not that he had much of a chance before she was pleading for his help. He raised a brow. The ghost stopped wailing at the mention of the large creature. "Asulli feathers can be hard to find. The creature has been hunted to near extinction for them." He said, revealing for the first time his vast knowledge of his home. Did she even know he was a native? No, he never told her. "They feed on the glowing fungi in the forest, and glow themselves." He turned, motioning for her to follow. He knew of some places where the fungi grew plentiful.



"Talk."

You have three choices in Life:
Get up, give in,
Or give it all you've got!
image || coding


@Aurelia

ooc: So for taking so long. Ru has been trouble lately. This is also crap but forgive me!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Ru.
Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D  
#5
She is enormous, though well hidden among the vibrant hues of the Rift’s Rainforest Cliffs, and she strides with silent steps through the fine drizzle of filtered rain.

The asulli is a shy creature, sensibly so, for she carries upon either side of her jelly-toned neck, a rim of enchanted feathers, long coveted by selfish poachers (like the ones who now stalk through her home). She is alert, watching her tranquil surroundings with soft, fearful eyes and nestled against the pillow of her glowingly striped flank is a newborn, far duller than his dam. The mother has no weaponry to defend him, no poisons to deter the predator from their prize, and her heart pounds desperately as she knows well that they are vulnerable.

Nevertheless she croons softly, soothing her tired babe and finds for him a place to sleep beneath the weeping boughs of a old, leafy glow cherry tree.
the Rift
feather bright

@Aurelia