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Island Resort: Round 2 - Beqanna Fairy - 02-17-2019 ROUND 2 More of them come than she expects: thirteen in all. The Island welcomes them: the bright blue sky, warm white sand, the cool breeze tousling their manes. They catch their breath, looking around. There are no shells on the beach where they landed, but they know their job is to find some for the fairies. To the right are the strange structures the Island is known for; to the left, the open, empty beach. Which direction do you continue? Rules -Round 2 entries are to be posted in Island Resort in the Quest thread no later than February 22nd at 5 PM CST. -Posts must be less than 500 words. -Your character must plainly choose which direction to go: right towards the structures, or left to the empty beach. You are not yet collecting seashells, just a direction to go. Your post should end with you reaching your destination, left or right. -Any wounds you suffered in Round 1 are still there. -@[Aten] since the first round wasn’t an elimination round, and you were close to the deadline (12 minutes off), I will let you continue. -Failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials will result in a permanent defect. may the odds be ever in your favor RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Lochwood - 02-17-2019 If I never wash the sand from my feet... He turned from his beautiful future wifey number one, and now that he was looking out over the charming little island, he noticed something that looked relatively out of place. His brows tipped downward and his heart stilled, the ache of memories from a different life settling in a heavy pit in his chest. Yeah, yeah. He was supposed to be here for some seashells or something. But those structures were definitely man-made, human-made, they had to be. He couldn't stomp out the hope that maybe he'd find them again, maybe they could turn him back and he could find his way back home to Peru. He glanced over the bare beach, reasoning that there weren't any seashells in sight anyway and he didn't feel like digging under the surface to find the buried ones hidden like small treasures. His heart was set on those abandoned structures, the paint peeling off of old wood. He longed for some connection in this world. He still didn't feel he belonged, still hadn't brought himself to retry building some kind of relationship with his big brother. Blood dribbled from his shoulder as he walked, making his skin itch but he ignored it, his eyes firmly set on that piece of lost history before him. His cat, he missed his stupid cat. His friends. It hadn't been easy. He'd been through a lot. It wasn't like either of his parents had gone with him, but he'd survived and made a life for himself anyway. Then one day it was suddenly gone, the gift of his natural family placed before him and given to him almost like its own sort of quest. He sure as hell wasn't going to pass that up, even if he was struggling with a way to make it work, to learn more about them, more about himself and where he comes from. He swallowed and shook the thoughts from his head, reaching his muzzle out to hover near an old wooden wall and breathe in the stale scents left behind. Like he was. He wasn't going to give up. He'd be with his family. He just wanted to see a little bit of humanity for a moment. Lochwood 367 structures to the right RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - brigade - 02-17-2019 oh, this my weapon, this my loam. this my blood, this my bone. RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Aten - 02-17-2019 Aten did not know exactly when he fell asleep upon his arrival on the Island Resort's beach, only that at some point he did since he woke up to a breeze blowing through his mane and the rising ocean tide brushing against his back hooves. The stallion wearily lifted his head, eyes half-open and barely taking in his surroundings. His entire body was in immense pain, the sting only made worse by the sea water that made contact with the open wounds he had. For a moment, Aten did not recall why he was here, until he looked around to see where he was. Other horses were here as well, two of them already breaking off and heading in search of what they had all come here to look for. The stallion racked his memories, and then recalled what he came here for: an ingredient for the Plague's cure, seashells apparently. He wanted to stay where he was and rest, try and sleep off the pain, but knew he could not afford to do so. He had a mission to fulfill here, and he couldn't just give up. Taking his time, the stallion hauled himself to his hooves, gingerly lifting each one at a time to test them and make sure they wouldn't give out beneath his weight. He took a moment to assess the wounds he could see; quite a number on his legs, along with two on his belly, already adding to his accumulation of burn scars. He also felt a large amount of pain on his left hindquarter, and he feared the worst from what he'd been attacked by. Despite his hesitation of the ocean, he stepped toward the water and turned to look at his reflection. Just as he thought, a small, but decent, piece of flesh was missing from his left hindquarter. It definately looked like some form of a bite mark, like a bird's rather than a big cat predator. Whatever had attacked him underwater, Aten was sure he did not want to run into them again. A breeze brushed through Aten's mane again and he turned away, unable to look at the damage he'd accumulated. He glanced back toward the other horses to see that the two he'd spotted before were now out of his sight, which left at least eleven, including Aten himself, to make a decision. It seemed simple enough, but could determine the outcome of this situation for better or worse. He figured someone would eventually find the ingredients no matter what direction they chose, but... worst case scenario... No, he couldn't think like that. The stallion assessed his options, his mind racing. The flat, open, empty-looking beach that could be hiding secrets beneath the sand, or the structures off to the right that had become talk of the island. He honestly didn't know... But he made his choice. Turning right, Aten headed on, limping slightly with every step but pushing himself to keep going anyways. RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Aodhan - 02-18-2019 I'll be sitting here with a song that I wrote, saying love could change the world in a moment
Blue is gonna be my new favourite colour. Next to gold of course - just look at the sands, inviting me over while they’re gleaming in the sun. I’m still catching my breath, since I’ve swam the last part on adrenalin rather than any training (I couldn’t have had any at my age) and of course I have been super scared by the sand monster. But that’s all in the past and my young mind doesn’t stay focused long enough to consider it might not be the only sand monster around. That quicksand is a natural thing occurring when water and fine sand fight for the same spot on the earth. The salt in the back of my throat is itchy while I breathe hard, practically gasp, and I cough a few times. The movement sends some water flying, my little body jerking a bit. But I’m not sick like other horses, I do think. But if I was, then surely this trip will help cure it! I know Papa has gone to get ice and my sister has gotten pebbles. We heard about flowers too, in our corner of the world, but the fairies couldn’t expect my family to run down from the North all the way South when they already said time was very short. But it is my turn now. Granted, they would not have given me permission, but I went anyway. I want to help, too. I take a few steps away from the water and then I spy movement, and the sand reveals a small crab. I giggle in childish glee as it walks sideways and think of how easily it had escaped the sand it was buried in. I shall take an example out of this funny creature, I think. There are other horses around, I smell them. When I finally look up from the sandy shore, I see that there are two places to go to. Left, where the beach is clean, and right, where wooden structures rise. I frown at the people going right. What do they hope to find there, that the beach, that nature, can’t give? Surely the prettiest shells are the ones that are hidden from the eye. Surely the prettiest shells are whole, and fresh. I follow my little crab friend, and sidestep to the beach on the left, looking down. My emerald gaze is pinned on the golden sand, my gold-spotted white hind still turned to the sea. It is a beautiful day but I am focused on my task. One might say that is an impressive feat for a young foal, but my crab friend and I have made it into a game. I came here to find the very prettiest of shells, and I will find them. And if I don’t, then at least I had some fun and made a new friend. but what do I know? Aodhán little fire RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Kagerus - 02-19-2019 { and in my dreams i've kissed your lips a thousand times } KAGERUS
"" Kagerus goes left, to the empty beach. RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Leander - 02-21-2019 leander take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; like a dream in my arms but i’m wide awake RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Hestoni - 02-21-2019 words: 383 hestoni goes left (the empty beach) RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - Nocturne - 02-21-2019 Hm. Well. Nocturne looked around, scanning the beach nearby for any shells. That was where they lived, yeah? On beaches? But this one had none, not even a teeny tiny shell to be found so far. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed it, either. People started splitting off, heading left toward open beach or right toward some weird land formations he didn’t recognize, until there were only a few of them left. It felt like a guessing game: scour more open beach for shells, or hope some got like...caught up in the odd shape of the land to the right as the tide went out, maybe? He tilted his head, frowning and studying the strange structures for a long moment, then glanced back to the left and stared after the people who’d headed toward more open beach. But he couldn’t think of a reason why the right would be any different from where he’d landed, and maybe the funny land shapes would’ve caught something, made some tide pools that might hold happy little shells or--well, he didn’t really know. But there was nothing for it but to pick and see where it took him. The path to the right made the most sense, so he wasn’t really sure why he turned left. There was no rhyme or reason, just a feeling. Maybe because more people were headed to the right, and it made sense to divide as evenly as possible? Sure. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure why he chose left, just when his feet started moving, they took him toward the open beach instead. RE: Island Resort: Round 2 - bright - 02-22-2019 Bright My touch is black and poisonous and nothing like my punch-drunk kiss bright goes right to the structures |