ORIGIN

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[event]

Attikias had passed through recently, and sure enough, this drew the attention of Theta. Curious-- and, admittedly, realizing his thirst had been ignored for several hours-- he trailed the scent of the walker, ears pricking as he noticed an alarming amount of gembounds gathered in one place. He stalked along the far wall, golden eyes watchful and wary as he approached. The stench of his pelt was a fair enough deterrent to any who wanted to bother him; with spores of fungi clinging to his matted pelt, he reeked of decay.

It seemed as though the gembound had gathered in keen interest of a variety of pearls. He listened to the explanation offered by strangers, eyeing the one gembound he knew stroking a pristine white kirin creature. He attempted, for now, to stay rather unnoticed and not bother anyone, creeping over to a glistening white pearl that caught his eye. There was a prickling unease that tangled deep into his thick pelt, his hackles set on edge. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, despite himself.

He sniffed the pearl, uncertain if he believed what others were saying about Magicka and... Gifts. He supposed he could take it and see-- but his attempts to avoid attention were lost between his strong odor and the way his fur bristled, gem-encrusted tail held high as he seemingly aggressively coveted the white pearl.

Ah, but looks could be deceiving, and the big bad wolf was more uncomfortable with the crowd than posing any sort of threat.

Nemo

These last few hours for him had been... well. A whirlwind. Lack of the storm itself be damned, he had been walking through the caves for ages and and frankly, at this point, his feet hurt.

Nemo had passed broken and twisted metal, some shiny and other pieces looking like a health risk. Some that I may tell Glory about...

A melted citadel that had stars on the ceiling and the rank smell of smoke and flesh, None of that, thank you very much. Was his only thought as he sprinted as well as his legs could take him, wings flapping for balance and to get him up and over steep climbs and drops. It doesn't count as flying if he can touch the ground with his talons, right?

The... worst tunnel he'd ever seen in his admittedly short life. The whole freaking thing was ice, and the one distinct opening made him feel... wary. The incline was savage, the ice was too cold... But fun to slide down the slopes I guess. A stance stone pedestal that smelled sweet and made him feel... something. Some sort of lonely desire. He also very quickly moved on.

The cold had bothered him so much that he'd chosen to slip into the first damp area he could find, with the logic that Dampness means warmer air, right?

Now he's here, actively gaping and staring at the blue everywhere. The roaring water, the massive pools. The color makes his heart soar, like the feeling of flight right before you drop out of the sky.

Now, finally making his way to the gaggle of... Other Gembound? Huh. , wounds from ice and the stone thatched across his legs and feet, he peeks between their legs by laying his lower beak on the dirt and peeking at the source of light.

"What ARE those?" Nemo wonders aloud, completely confused and frankly wanting to touch them. What? They seem like they'd be warm, with their light and all.

The sound of galloping hooves on stone drew nearer as it echoed off the walls. Soon, it was followed by a shrill neigh, heralding the arrival of another gembound.

Alastor threw his head back and snorted. He was charging fast towards the group and the pile of. Strong winds trailed behind him like an He shrieked again, this time, bellowing a warning. "Move! Move! Out of the way!" Alastor wasn't stopping for anything- or anyone- in his way. It was difficult to. He was coming in to fast and there was very little he could to keep his mighty hooves from trampling the unlucky. Alastor swerved out of the way of the pearls, dropping his hindquarters as he skidded to a stop. The wind pushed him forward some ways, and anything it could pick up, before dissipating.

Immediately, the wind-blown stallion broke into a trot and double back, eyeing the colorful pearls. He laughed. "Hahaha! What are these queer little things?" He bent down and nosed through them. As he sniffed, he noticed a that the others had some. There was some talk about Naskital leaving there. Alastor never had the pleasure of meeting this Naskital, but from tales, he sounded like a most gratuitous fellow. "Presents?" He said. "Don't mind if I do." His silver eyes sparkled with joy as he grabbed a gray-blue pearl by the bow and set it down between his hooves.

"Speech."
Thoughts...

Gatto had not exactly been looking for other Gembounds, but they certainly were curious when they stumbled upon the strange gathering of various individuals. They thought for a moment they had seen a blur of a familiar face, but the coward had scrambled out with a prize without even stopping to say hi. That was probably for the best, but all the same.

They listened, casually, to the conversations whispered around. One of the Masters, perhaps? Giving gifts? The name Naskital wasn't familiar, but their memory still was patchy-- and, to be fair, if they hadn't been involved in the Trials, then Gatto likely wouldn't have known them.

It seemed like the pearls were free for the taking, regardless. A horse with a massive gemhorn on its face came charging through to snatch one up, and Gatto quickly flapped themself out of the way with a SQUAWK of alarm, stumbling over to a pearl that had rolled away from the bunch after they had been disturbed. It was bland bluish grey and rather uninteresting, but the cockatrice was curious.

They reached their talons down to grab it, trying to send heat into their foot as they went to touch the gem, just to see if it would react. It seemed like the gem immediately pulled the magicka from them, however, as they stared with a befuddled expression across their mandibles.

As the pearl rolled into his hoof, it shimmered, unleashing something into body. Suddenly, Alastor found himself granted with more knowledge about his element than previously before; a new way to control the wind. He flicked his ears, noticing that sounds weren't just noise, but patterns of vibration in the air, his air. Alastor jerked his head up in excitement. The discovery felt more like a revelation. Why, he had to try this out for himself.

He focused on the most recent sound, a squawk made by a chicken-thing he almost trampled. That should be easy enough! He could see the pattern in his head, all he need to do was manipulate the air.

Alastor looked back at the mandible-mouth and called upon his magicka. He drew a deep breath and--

SQUAWK!

The stallion squealed and leapt away from the pearls, bucking with excitement. He tossed his head as he trotted back around and shook his mane. "Ha ha!" he chortled gleefully, pleased with the result. "I see now!" Alastor felt like he understood the wind on a deeper level. It wasn't just force to be pushed around, but pressure ripe for manipulation. Alastor felt more like the prince of wind than ever before. He was truly the spawn of Monoceros.

He looked back at the pearls. What a wonder gift they were, and what a wonderful gift they would make. Inspired by the spirit of Naskital, he walk back up it and eyed them some more. He thought of his mighty dragon friend, Dread. A knowledge pearl would surely strengthen his bond with the beast. He recalled how fond the dragon was of his treasure, particularly his gold, and it just so happened that one of the pearls looked like gold. For all Alastor knew, it could have been actucal gold. Perfect. He plucked it from the pile with his teeth, then picked up his gray-blue one and trotted off towards home.

As he left, the faint glow from the golden pearl faded.

-Exit Alastor-

"Speech."
Thoughts...

Theta

Nemo

Alastor

Agate Two-Three-Six

Alastor

Wilder

Deli

Nassir

Phlegethon

Nameless