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Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Gypsy - Mar 20 2018
Left. Right. Left. Right. Just one talon forward at a time. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. The tiny avian felt dazed, and she barely knew where she was going. The roaring cheers from the crowd were still ongoing behind her; the next wrestling match for the olympics had probably started. The sound rang haphazardly in her head, and it was painful. Her vision was blurred. It was a huge effort to simply drag her talons forward, one at a time. Her little body felt very much battered and all she wanted was to rest peacefully for a long time. “Good thing... my wrestling match... was… last… on my schedule,” Gypsy muttered. Her thoughts were muddy and slurred. She wasn’t entirely sure of what she was doing. Where was she going again? She noticed a little indent on a rock nearby. It looked like a good place to lie down for a while. She dragged herself there. It felt like an extremely long distance even though in reality, it was only about a metre away. The avian finally plopped onto the rock and immediately closed her eyes, feathered chest heaving in and out with deep, sleepy breaths. Anyone passing by may notice the bundle of blue feathers looking quite ruffled and exhausted from her wrestling match.
"Gypsy Speaks" 'Gypsy thinks'
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RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Oliver - Mar 20 2018
Oliver paced quietly forward over the stone, his feather-tufted ears twitching this way and that. The soft energy humming off of the glowing crystals around him gave him a strange, energized sort of calm; they were a steady presence that never changed.
He was thinking over Kera, and his sister White, his father Black, his mother Eve. He was thinking over Cetus, Dragon and Tal'at, over Czernobog and that weird owl Willow, wondering what had become of them all. Where they'd all gone. Granted, Kera had only been gone a short time, but was she destined to vanish like the rest? Had they died?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a tiny blue thing moving through the cave some distance ahead. Oliver hesitated from where he was hobble-hopping awkwardly toward the river, then veered direction to intercept, slowly moving to see what the thing was. It was smaller than a rat, and brighter-... Oh!
It was that tiny blue bird he'd found hatching--the one he'd taught to drink. And she didn't look well-off, either. Slowly, he hopped closer on his wing-arms, and sniffed gently from a few paces away. Had she been injured in one of the competitions, or something? He wasn't sure; he couldn't remember seeing her there, but then, he'd not gotten too close to it all after aiding in setting up the lights.
She was kind of collapsed on the stone, and out of worry and sympathy, Oliver's magicka welled up.
He could feel strength of some kind passing from him to her--boosting her, cleansing her--and he exhaled, happy for this. He just wanted to help, after all, even if he wasn't quite sure how this all worked. Then, gently, he spoke.
"Hey-... Are you okay? I'm trying to help but--I don't know what's wrong? What happened? Do you want to be left alone or--? Do you need something? I forgot your name," he added, apologetically matter-of-fact.
{Table code credit to Madison, altered a bit!}
He was thinking over Kera, and his sister White, his father Black, his mother Eve. He was thinking over Cetus, Dragon and Tal'at, over Czernobog and that weird owl Willow, wondering what had become of them all. Where they'd all gone. Granted, Kera had only been gone a short time, but was she destined to vanish like the rest? Had they died?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a tiny blue thing moving through the cave some distance ahead. Oliver hesitated from where he was hobble-hopping awkwardly toward the river, then veered direction to intercept, slowly moving to see what the thing was. It was smaller than a rat, and brighter-... Oh!
It was that tiny blue bird he'd found hatching--the one he'd taught to drink. And she didn't look well-off, either. Slowly, he hopped closer on his wing-arms, and sniffed gently from a few paces away. Had she been injured in one of the competitions, or something? He wasn't sure; he couldn't remember seeing her there, but then, he'd not gotten too close to it all after aiding in setting up the lights.
She was kind of collapsed on the stone, and out of worry and sympathy, Oliver's magicka welled up.
He could feel strength of some kind passing from him to her--boosting her, cleansing her--and he exhaled, happy for this. He just wanted to help, after all, even if he wasn't quite sure how this all worked. Then, gently, he spoke.
"Hey-... Are you okay? I'm trying to help but--I don't know what's wrong? What happened? Do you want to be left alone or--? Do you need something? I forgot your name," he added, apologetically matter-of-fact.
(Sure! :) )
@Gypsy
RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Gypsy - Mar 21 2018
There was something warm surrounding her, making her feel slightly stronger. She heard a gentle, familiar voice from above, and she sleepily peered out from slitted eyes. A black, worried face swam into view. At first, she just stared at them in wonderment before realising who this was. He was the first person she’d met in the caves after hatching out from her gem-egg. She wracked through her foggy brain for the name. “O-Oliver?” She croaked out. Her throat felt dry. How ironic that he was the one who had taught her how to drink. “I-It’s okay… It’s Gypsy.” She closed her eyes behind her red mask briefly. So he had forgotten her name after all. That kinda hurt, but she supposed she was just another tiny creature in a cave full of creatures. “I just… wrestling…” she whispered, blearily opening her eyes again. “I lost… I wanted to show… I was strong… but the deer… beat me.”
"Gypsy Speaks" 'Gypsy thinks'
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RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Oliver - Mar 21 2018
Oliver stared in concern, his brow slowly, deeply furrowing. A deer? Wrestling? What was this all about? Poor Gypsy looked-... Well, broken. And sounded it, too.
"Can I-... Do anything to help?" he asked, quietly and worriedly. "I'm sorry you got beat up. I could-... get you water or--something? Uhh, you can sleep in my fur if you want?" The hybrid hesitated, unsure as to how exactly he could aid. If she was dying... if bones were broken, or worse--but she'd said she was fine, hadn't she?
Oliver hesitated further, then leaned down to very gently nudge the bird, flattening his ears back with worry. He tried to get some sense of at least whether she was ill, or whether his own magic was working, but for once he could see nothing. With a soft whine he sat, feathered tail splayed out behind him.
{Table code credit to Madison, altered a bit!}
"Can I-... Do anything to help?" he asked, quietly and worriedly. "I'm sorry you got beat up. I could-... get you water or--something? Uhh, you can sleep in my fur if you want?" The hybrid hesitated, unsure as to how exactly he could aid. If she was dying... if bones were broken, or worse--but she'd said she was fine, hadn't she?
Oliver hesitated further, then leaned down to very gently nudge the bird, flattening his ears back with worry. He tried to get some sense of at least whether she was ill, or whether his own magic was working, but for once he could see nothing. With a soft whine he sat, feathered tail splayed out behind him.
@Gypsy
RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - χάος - Mar 21 2018
Like a predator, she awaited far before the pair that seemed to mingle in their despair. Should the serpent assist? Perched a yard & a half from the two, Cháos's eyes beam bright a wholesome magenta hue. She had been there since the bird trampled to sulk,- rather taking the silence and awakening the young reptilian child. The two are mindful of themselves only.
Cháos observes and then quickly, like an offset, she bolts and impressively halts just before the bird's free side. Her accent is strong while she quickly speaks above them. "She haz said a wreztling match." Cháos displays some sense of authority and natural element. Her magic said this. So now easily she links to the microbiome, every time becoming easier to activate her power. Her heavy crytsal emits a powerful glow of green that vibrates. Cháos focuses more, enhancing her power as she draws from within the bird, multiplying good bacteria in it's gut. It could signal healing from within if she needed it, even useful to reduce pain drastically and completely remove inflammation of any sort. Cháos even stimulates bacterial calmative.
Cháos is finished. She slowly backs away and spaces herself. Her upper body is risen and she's easily taller. Her green scales grow cooler by the minute as she glances at each animal with a curious gaze. Mild headache, she manages and sustains.
RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Gypsy - Mar 23 2018
Oliver was such a kind soul. He had helped her when she had first hatched, showing her the ways of the caves and life. He was always so concerned when she struggled or failed, and there to help when she needed it. Smiling weakly as the crow-wolf gently nudged her, she opened her beak to reply when a new voice spoke up from above. "She haz said a wreztling match." Gypsy didn’t have the energy to look up to see who it was. She thought she could see a flash of green in the corner of her blurry vision but she couldn’t be entirely sure. A swell of warm magick wrapped around her, similar to what Oliver had tried to boost her with. She felt some strength return in her body as Oliver’s spell had done, and she managed to roll herself into a sitting position with a groan. “Th-Thank you both,” she croaked weakly. She still wasn’t feeling too great, and looked ruffled, but she felt more energised after the two spells combined. “I- I think I just need a good rest.” She thought for a moment before adding, “Water would be nice. I’m… I’m thirsty. I tried my best, but I guess I’m too small…” She hung her head in a very upset manner. “That gembound was right. I-I’m no good at being strong after all...” Suddenly remembering the stranger, she tilted her head and asked, “W-Who are you?” From all the stuttering, it appeared she was quite cold.
"Gypsy Speaks" 'Gypsy thinks'
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RE: Too Much To Handle [Post-Wrestling] - Oliver - Mar 24 2018
Oliver turned sharply at the approach of an unknown serpent, all his teeth abruptly bared by the wrinkled-back muzzle. He put himself, for a beat, quickly between the snake and the bird, a savage, guttural growl rolling from deep within his chest.
It was only when he recognized its magic, and what it was doing, as a twin of his own that he quickly backed away, head lowering and ears coming back up, lips dropping to cover his fangs.
"Sorry," he apologized at once. "I thought you might attack her-..." For a moment he hesitated, listening to Gypsy, then eyed the snake.
"My name is Oliver. I'm going to get her some water. Please don't hurt her."
He turned, lolloping into a leap, then gliding awkwardly on feathered wing-arms down to the water's edge. His frame was dog-sized but his body quite light, but still not quite designed for flight, and when he landed it was with a loud scuffling by the river's edge. He left the other two to speak, for a moment, while he gathered water up over his oil-slick feathers, to bring a few drops back to the songbird.
{Table code credit to Madison, altered a bit!}
It was only when he recognized its magic, and what it was doing, as a twin of his own that he quickly backed away, head lowering and ears coming back up, lips dropping to cover his fangs.
"Sorry," he apologized at once. "I thought you might attack her-..." For a moment he hesitated, listening to Gypsy, then eyed the snake.
"My name is Oliver. I'm going to get her some water. Please don't hurt her."
He turned, lolloping into a leap, then gliding awkwardly on feathered wing-arms down to the water's edge. His frame was dog-sized but his body quite light, but still not quite designed for flight, and when he landed it was with a loud scuffling by the river's edge. He left the other two to speak, for a moment, while he gathered water up over his oil-slick feathers, to bring a few drops back to the songbird.
@χάος @Gypsy (maybe skip Chaos I guess?)