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  1. Continuation of Dart Struck Well, he wasn't being carted off by one ear to spend the night in the slammer, soooo... That was something. It probably helped that he was still covered in bits of donut and frosting and nopony in their right mind would want to touch him right now - which would normally be too tragic a conundrum to deal with on the best of days, but Inkbrand was still riding high on the incredibility-turned-food fight to process anything properly. He pretty much only had the brain power to keep oxygen in his lungs as they ran away from the scene of the crime, a feat made all the more troublesome by the breathless laughter that kept escaping his mouth. "Holy buck, that was a riot," Inkbrand hooted as they finally slowed down, bent over as he attempted to finally catch his breath. Frosting slopped down from his mane to land in the dirt, however, reminding the grey stallion of what they had actually just escaped from, and sending him into another round of barking laughter. "Did you see their faces," he snickered gleefully, glancing over one shoulder as if the crowd and exploded donut cart were still visible, even though they had run too far away to even hear the commotion anymore. "Like Discord himself had shown up to dump frosting on everyone, bucking classic." Another piece of donut fell down to join its frosted comrade in the dirt, but what the hay, he didn't have any problem being dirty. And being covered in frosting was way better than any alternative, like mud or grime. A stallion could always get creative with frosting, heh. But only in adult-approved places - not in the middle of fair grounds where every step caused dirt and sand to kick up and get stuck on the sticky residue liberally coating his pony self. No bucking way was he going to sit and watch the fireworks covered in Equestria-knew what. There had to be someplace nearby they could get cleaned up...
  2. Well, he supposed that settled that. Nensho's obvious association with the female Wolf Yokai lent credibility to the idea that he, himself, was also a Yokai - combined with everything he'd deduced so far, most likely an Ōkami to boot. How three Ōkami had ended up gravitating to the same town on the same day was a mystery in and of itself...or perhaps a direct result of chaos. Either or, those two were off conversing with the amalgamate otherwise known as Discord - who was, unsurprisingly, very much in favor of a day filled with unpredictability rather than peace and quiet - leaving Ōkami with the stallion that had had the misfortune to stumble into this entire mess. Or, if Discord were to be believed, the rather good fortune. Either way, Ōkami returned his attention to said stallion. He supposed that he should probably be acting a bit more surprised and put out at the sudden commotion of wolves running up trees and spirits of chaos pulling fish sticks from their ears, like any sane pony would be. ...Although perhaps not. This was all, apparently, a typical Thursday morning for the average Equestrian citizen. Still, the Earth Pony obligingly "watched and learned", looking not the least bit troubled by the activities going-on around him. As if he were simply observing the fall of cherry blossoms in the spring. He didn't come away particularly enlightened by the stallion's efforts to shout down Discord, however, and Ōkami merely raised an eyebrow as the creature only responded with some mild sniping. Neither insulted nor put out by the stallion's efforts, it seemed - although whether that resulted from the foreigner Squall lack of causing offense, or simply because the two seemed to know each other on some level, was entirely up for discussion. This learning exercise was going splendidly. Which is when the female made her way back to the ground. She'd dropped her true form for a more subdued disguise, looking no different than a wild wolf - although running up trees dispelled that imagine quickly enough. He wondered why she even bothered. Still, Ōkami didn't react as she moved over towards the two of them, unsurprisingly confused as to what she was doing here in the first place. "The latter," the model responded bemusedly, and added a small flick of his head towards Discord, "and you're probably better off asking him that." After all, she hadn't actually asked him for a reason, simply slapped him with a fish and demanded to be sent home. Information was best gathered at the source, after all. The thought caused his gaze to slide back towards the white Unicorn in his armor set, who'd thought to threaten the creature with some floating debris. At this point, he wondered why Nensho bothered with a disguise, seeing as how his easy acquiescence to the day's events and his - familial? - association with the female maintained themselves as evidence. Ōkami wondered, briefly, if he might forcibly overturn a Yokai's disguise and force them back into their true form. He'd never tried it before...he was powerful, and he was very close to his forest. It would have been fairly amusing to see Nensho suddenly flailing about in his wolf, or whatever Yokai, form. That should be something to look into, for the future. For now, however, Ōkami's attention was once again directed to the foreigner named Squall, the amusement that had been on his face sharpening into something more refined. Squall was obviously well-versed and well-traveled, fluent Equestrian and Neighponese evidence of both. His original purpose in journeying to Tsuhebi had been thrown into a bottomless lake...but opportunity had yet to disappear from his paws.
  3. Xiu didn't think her lips could purse any tighter than they were. "Don't say that," the healer blurted, her attempt at authoritative coming out more like a plea as the Qilin unintentionally hugged Fēng closer to herself. As strong and powerful as the Imperial Watch was, there were...rumors, of ill-practices within the ranks. Watchers who went missing, reportedly lost in action in some far-removed region of Long Guo...or ones who simply failed to show up to work one morning. Sometimes, Xiu couldn't help but wonder if the Imperial Watch was deliberately trained in their fanatical devotion to the Empress. And not in the general sense, but literally, stripped of all emotions and desires except to protect their imperial charge. One of her friends in the city was quite the conspiracy theorist, and behind closed doors and in hushed whispered would often make bold claims against the going-ons of the Imperial Palace - one of these claims being that the Imperial Watch actually brainwashed their soldiers into forgetting all past, present, and hope of a future, in order to fully condition their unending devotion to the current Emperor or Empress. It was all nonsense, Xiu knew that. And yet...that knowledge did little to quell the churning of her gut at the look in Fēng's eyes. "Don't even think it," the pale colored Qilin pleaded a second time, "just - here." A second cup of steaming jasmine tea was breathed downwards to Fēng, and Xiu carefully cradled the Longma's head to help him sip at the tea. She hadn't thought to give him anything except water, unsure of the condition of his throat and stomach, but the tea was simply hot, not scalding, and could do no harm. It would certainly warm him up a bit, inwardly. As would his own words, perhaps. Xiu was successful in suppressing the shudder this time, but it was a near thing. 'Terrible beauty' sounded a pretty accurate description from what she had heard...not that she had any wish to realize said beauty up close. His next words were less shiver-inducing, but still surprising enough to have the Qilin both figuratively and literally sitting up. "You dreamt yourself a dragon?" she questioned, setting aside the cup and shifting so that she was sitting on the side of the mat and half leaning over the Longma, both of her hooves carefully cupping Fēng's face. A slow healing breath enveloped his head, less for the surface wounds and more to seek out anything internal. Despite the closeness of her own face to Fēng's - close enough for slow flush to begin rising up the back of her neck, injuries or no - Xiu couldn't help but mull over the Longma's words. She wasn't one to put much stock into dreams, the way some of the older Qilin in the palace assured others that dreams were filled with symbolism and meanings and should be taken as seriously warnings. "A feral dragon? What...what happened in your dream?"
  4. @DreamySunday I'll add Bluemoon in as an adult-turned-foal then, since I think it's better to have too many foals than too many adults. Post whenever you're able!
  5. @DreamySunday *squeezes* Were you wanting to get an adult or adult-turned-foal slot? We could probably squeeze in one more character and cap it off at ten. Characters can break off into smaller RPing groups if it gets too much for some people to follow (although I personally like large RPing groups).
  6. Thread is now active and ready for posties!
  7. He was not convinced. Because bucking seriously, the amount of bits that had to have gone into the place was...mind-blowing. He hadn't even realized there'd been this huge fuss in Ponyville, either - not until, like, yesterday, when he'd overheard some ponies ranting about excessive town spending. And sure, he liked town gossip as much as the next stallion, but the shenanigans of Ponyville had long since lost their flavor with him. Mayor decide to quit her job and take up tap dancing in Canterlot? Yeah sure. Entire town economy closing down for a day to help the Apple farmers bring in their harvest? Why not. He'd long since learned not to question the going-ons on the strange town. ...Didn't mean he wasn't still curious, though. "Mother of hay," Inkbrand whistled as he wandered in through the open doors of Lifetime Daycare Center, the sign just outside having invited all interested parties to come take a look. Apparently there was some sort of meeting happening in the center later in the day, in order to assuage concerns and try to validate the sheer amount of money that had gone into the place, but honestly, Inkbrand thought the town officials were in for a rough ride. The tattooed clad stallion didn't know much about foals, true, but...seriously. Foals were easy to keep happy, just feed 'em treats and pay attention to them every once in a while. Did they really need a bucking duplex to take care of Ponyville's foals? Because Lifetime Daycare Center was more equipped than his Ponyville home, and that was a very sad thought. "Holy buck. Sign me up for never having any foals, yeesh," the gray Earth Pony muttered to himself as he ran an inquisitive hoof over one of the plush cushions in the main foyer. If it seriously cost this much to maintain foals, the no bucking way was he ever having any of his own. Because what the buck, who had this kind of bits laying around to splurge on their foals? Not him, that was for bucking sure.
  8. In hindsight, the necessity of holding a town meeting in a daycare center, of all places, should have been a warning. It had, however, started off completely well-intentioned, as such things usually did. Because considering the overall concern Ponyville citizens had raised against the budgeting of a new and highly expensive daycare center for the town, it had seemed most appropriate to address said concerns in the building itself, to show off all the fabulous features that the town's budget had gone into crafting it. Part town meeting, part walk-in tour, the daycare was currently open for ponies to take their first look inside before the meeting itself kicked off. And even the slightest glance over the interior of the building would have provided evidenced to exactly how much had gone into its planning and building...perhaps an overly extravagant amount, at that. The main foyer itself boasted an impressive set up. A large open space filled with shelves that sported toys, safe art supplies, and a small play area were all visible upon first walking in, more than ample room for a small legion of foals to run around and play in. One corner in particular held a large playhouse for foals to dart in and out of, while another, softer looking corner held a very large plush chair and a veritable army of stuffed animals, of all shapes and sizes. Two doors, with handles too high up for any flying foal to reach, branched off the main room on the left and right sides, while a third door led out to the fenced in back yard. The door leading to the left opened up to an arts and crafts room. A semi-circular table sat in the very middle, with one chair obviously meant for a foalsitter or daycare pony to lead the pack, with the others all placed around the half circle. The room was filled with all sorts of materials useful in arts and crafts, including paints, glues, glitter, construction paper, popsicle sticks, and any other sort imaginable. All available materials were housed safely out of the reach of any and all foals, along with the door handle that led to a very simplified kitchen that remained locked at all times. The modest refrigerator and pantry were kept stocked with all sorts of snacks and drinks for a hungry foal, to be brought out and shared at any time. The other door leading to the right of the main room showed the full extent of thoughtfulness that had gone into creating Lifetime Daycare Center. Inside, another large area held several soft surfaces for a weary foal to take a rest and sleep off an exciting afternoon - or the exercise a quick power nap. Whatever the case, the soft, plush couches and seats were large and roomy, allowing an entire host of foals to all snuggle up together if they so choose, or to cuddle against a caretaker. A few storybooks were scattered around the shelves, along with some more stuffed animals, but for the most part, the room was a quiet and peaceful place for a foal to simply sleep. The locked door to the backyard opened up to one of the most extravagant playgrounds imaginable to a young foal's eyes. The gym itself was a sight to behold, a myriad of several different playground activities all merged together in one large, continuous loop. A small wading pool, currently empty, was also set off to the side for the hotter months, along with an impressive looking treehouse that extended just high enough for a foal to feel on top of the world. The main body of the treehouse was big enough to comfortably fix to six foals at once, though the various small balconies strewn along the structure more than made up for the lack of space. The entire backyard was surrounded by a wooden fence that held the latest acquisition from Neighponese magitech. When activated, a magical barrier could spring to life at a moment's notice around the entirety of the daycare, ensuring nothing untoward made its way inside. Magitech security, a plethora of activities, and a play area to make even the richest parents green with envy - such were the expenses that had gone into the making of the daycare center. Boasting town-wide support for any and all foals, it was clear that Lifetime Daycare Center payed for itself. It's just that...some of the town's citizens needed some extra convincing. -------------------- Link to OOC
  9. Well when he said it like that... Xiu had been all prepared to walk around and observe Fēng from every conceivable angle, from his back to his sides to his head. She couldn't risk moving him around too much, but it would have been easier to tend to his wounds. But his inner fire was so worryingly, achingly faint, and his body was so cold...relatively speaking. Far colder than any Long child should ever be. "You're impossible," the Qilin chided, but with no heat behind the words as she shuffled herself a bit to lay alongside the prone Longma. Her own sides pressed against Fēng's body, sharing heat and freeing her head and neck to crane as best she could, as she breathed a long and drawn-out breath over one shoulder towards his wings. "I let you out of here for one day and you go tumbling off a cliff with the Empress - who is fine," Xiu added quickly and a bit clipped, before Fēng could even ask. Which he would, of course. "She is resting off her minor injuries. We're just lucky you didn't lose any more scales while I was attending her." Another healing breath and careful readjustment of her body, again to the Longma's wings, and Xiu couldn't hold back a sympathetic wince. Contrary to popular belief, healing breath was not a shimmer of light and all was well - at least not always. The school of Wood breath was all about growth, and even flesh had to grow back into itself. It wasn't...it wasn't a painful process in the purest sense of the word, but perhaps more pain on the spiritual level. That sense of wrongness, feeling flesh growing and healing at a rate that was unnatural to the physical world, was unfamiliar and uncomfortable to even the most breath attuned of Qilin and Longmas. ...Of course, given how often Fēng had been subjected to her healing breaths, it would only be fitting for him to have become used to the feeling by now. Wings more or less taken care of for the moment, Xiu directed a levitating breath to the waiting pot of jasmine tea that she always had on hoof, pouring out a cup for herself to drink. The fresh smell and taste immediately burned her inner fire brighter, and she exhaled as she set the cup to the side, feeling her energies attune themselves back towards Wood. She'd been holed up with the Empress for hours, after all, and she didn't want to exert her already depleted energies too quickly. Not when Fēng needed them so desperately. So much so, that Xiu could hardly feel even a moment's giddiness over the feeling of Fēng's body pressed against her own. It was a little difficult to feel romantic when faced with blood-soaked bandages and dull scales. "Was what it like?" the healer murmured quietly, hesitating for only a moment before carefully reaching a foreleg over the Longma's body. She was basically snuggling him already, but she would have gathered Fēng's entire body into her hooves if he'd been in any shape to be moved. He was so cold. "The Long? I heard a bit from the guards that brought you in. I'd...I've never seen a Long go feral before..." Just the imagine alone was enough to make her shudder. So much raw power...the storm must have been fierce indeed.
  10. Valiant Naj was quick to take action, as she was wont to do in the face of potential Justice, and Dawnguard was quick to follow along with the Guard of Frozen Ice. All three, ready to face insurmountable terrors in order to bring the relief of Heroes down upon the wicked! Though the Changeling took off to the air as they got close - to scout ahead, undoubtedly! Dawnguard cheered Naj as she took to the skies, and wasted no time in hitching himself up to the cart to pull the rest of the way. The shared burden of heroes meant an equally shared burden of weight! "Hold fast, friend," the white Pegasus asked of Cyro as they lagged behind the scouting Naj, "for I sense the red strings of destiny have tangled us upon our quest. Soon..." he trailed off, affixing a mysterious expression on his face as the two of them caught up with their wayward companion. Who was calling out to...ponies! Here, in the far reaches of the desert! Their mission? The white Pegasus had not a clue, but the bloodline of heroes sang within him, and Dawnguard carefully curled his spear hoof against his chest as he unhitched himself from the cart, quickly making his way to the shoveling ponies to hear their story. For they were getting close...he could feel it!
  11. -------------------- This was...nice. Really, really nice. Because with how busy the both of them were - and how often Feng threw himself headlong into danger in the defense and protection of their Empress - it wasn't very often that the two of them had a chance to simply be together, without work or obligations. With his injuries having forced some well deserved time off for the Watcher, she'd been able to see more of him on a daily basis. And that was...well. Nice. Really, really nice. "You shouldn't push yourself," Xiu cautioned for the third time since their leaving Huangjing, walking a path that took them through a nearby forest. Grove, would be the more accurate term, as it was hardly large enough to merit a name. There were an abundance of flowers near the center, however, which made it an excellent source to pick flowers and harvest herbs. "It's not hurting, is it?" the Qilin continued to fuss, shifting the basket looped around her foreleg in order to carefully brush a hoof over the bandages still wrapped around the Longma's wing. They held firm and tidy under her questioning hoof, but it wasn't enough to assuage the worry in her gaze. He really should be resting... "You'll let me know as soon as it starts hurting?" -------------------- Feng found it increasingly odd these days to be... well, not on duty. Loathe as he would be to admit it, he could not escape the legacy of his ancestors and their overdoing of things. Extra shifts volunteered, and extra work done in each, would have taken their toll eventually, it was just that the recent crash in the mountains had brought it to a head right here and now. Upshot of it was, he had been "rewarded" with full pay during a long period of recovery leave, of which he would need. He'd heal faster, if he could let himself lie still for a week. That he could not, but at least Xiu was here to keep him from trying to fly on his wings, and steady his pace to a gentle stroll. "I don't think so. I'd be hurting worse if I wasn't walking; I'd pick at the bandages from going stir-crazy!" He laughed, glad to be out in the open air with his friend. Honestly, the healer had by now fussed over him more than his own mother! Which was a subject he'd rather not breach right now, nope. Don't spoil a nice walk... -------------------- It was a near thing, but Xiu managed to bite down the protest that longed to worm its way from her lips. She'd already checked and double checked his bandages this morning alone, and he was recovering at a steady rate.. That didn't make her worry any less, however. Still...she knew Feng, and knew he was probably right. Chances are he most likely would have caused himself more harm tossing and shifting in boredom back in the infirmary. At least this way he got some careful exercise - nothing strenuous or harmful. Safe. "Sometimes I think you'd rather give up a leg than sit still for a day," Xiu sighed, but her tone was fond as she let the matter drop. She didn't want to sour his mood by coddling over him when he'd very clearly made his wishes known, because how often did she get time alone with her - with him? As long as she kept an eye on his wounds while they were out and about, he would be fine. Which is exactly when the shriek split the air. "What was that?!" Xiu gasped, startled, as another shriek followed the first. It sounded like some sort of bird, except not quite like anything she'd ever heard around Huangjing. And she would know, she frequented the surrounding areas often. "It sounds - it's in pain!" she asserted, as yet another shriek lit the air. Though this one was followed by voices - gruff, commanding, and thoroughly frustrated voices. -------------------- Feng flashed her another smile, one of those disarming smiles of the village troublemaker, skilled by practice in sweetening up the annoyed. "There are things I'd give up a leg for, but that's not quite it. I'm sure you'd dot he amputation wonderfully, though, should it ever come to that." He couldn't help but tease her; she would fuss over him so. Not quite so much as he, though, hearing the shriek of some one in distress. He jumped, almost on instinct flaring his wings, but the bandages still held. "Well? What are we waiting for then? Let's go!" Not even a pause for thought as he went off, though he did slow his pace after his body rebuked any attempt at running. Ye-owch, best walk... quickly, yes, but walk... -------------------- Even the sight of Feng's roguish smile, the one that would normally send her inner fires burning bright, weren't enough to distract her from the sounds - or from Feng as he charged headlong into the bush. "But you're in pain - !" Xiu cried out, and was ignored. Of course she was. Reckless, brave Feng who would never turn his back on the innocent in danger, be it a green-eyed Qilin believing she had what it took to make it in the world, or a creature in need of a helping hoof. Strong, brilliant Feng, with the resolve to change the fates of the world, even as his own body fought against him. With a helpless glance back towards the city just barely visible between the rows of trees, Xiu galloped to catch up to him. And abruptly came up short. It wasn't uncommon to see poachers in the area, not really. All sorts of exotic creatures were found in Huangjing - some gifts for the Empress, meant to gain her favor. Others for show and spectacle, in the capital city itself. Rarely were those exotic creatures seen outside the city, but it did happen from time to time, and the dishonorable were always all too ready to pounce on an opportunity. What wasn't common, however, was a Fenghuang. Many of its brilliantly vivid feathers were bent and ruffled, but still it screeched and scuffled as two ponies attempted to corral it into an open cage. Both seemed frustrated at the struggling, apparently worn out from its fight, but it was clear they had somehow managed to wrangle the best of it. One of its wings was bent awkwardly close to its body, the other flapping uselessly on the ground as it hopped to and fro, attempting to circumvent the Earth Pony and Pegasus. Clearly, it could not fly away, if it ever could. All of this came secondary to Xiu, because that was a Fenguang in front of her. If it had been a wolf, or a tiger, or some sort of bird of prey, she might have simply whimpered and hung back. But that was a Fenguang, and these ponies clearly had to be insane. "What are you doing?!" the Qilin cried out, hardly registering the ponies as they jolted in surprise, momentarily forgetting the bird whose tail feathers the Pegasus was grasping onto. The few pieces of clothing they were wearing were not Long in style - they looked Neighponese, in fact - but that could have been a simple deterrent to make it seem that they were not Long Guo natives. "You - that is a Fenghuang! How, dare you!" -------------------- There was indeed no hesitation from Feng as he barreled- er, ambled forward. Once he saw the situation in front of him, however, he was caught up short. Poachers. Two of them. Technically, as a member of the Watch, he had the power of arrests, and were he in full and fighting shape, he would take the odds of his training and skill against their greed. But right now, the bandaged-swathed longma knew that he was not an imposing figure. One good punch would take him out, for sure. This would call for subtlety... "Indeed." He chimed in right behind, putting all the bass authorative tones he could into his speech. "A great curse comes upon those who dare to harm such. I scared one off from a bush once, and look what happened to me!" While he himself could not breathe fire, Feng's affinity was wind, which came with it's own breath magic. As he talked, he exhaled a cool scent of mint and herbs, relaxing the minds of all who smelled it, making them just a tad bit readier to believe what they heard... -------------------- Xiu was vaguely aware of her mouth flapping open and closed like a fish desperately heaving for water on dry land. She was...incensed, to put it lightly, a feeling that had quickly begun warring with fear at the sight of the weapons that had glinted from the sparse sunlight. Daggers, they looked like, barely visible beneath their coats. But they were clearly poachers, and Xiu could only assume that they had tracked and followed the Fenguang far from its home in the Valley...or perhaps had been in the midst of transporting it when it had escaped. Either or, Xiu couldn't help but start as Feng's voice suddenly broke into the clearing, speaking as clearly and confidently as if he'd had a hundred Watchers backing him up. The Qilin couldn't help breathe a soft sigh of relief that he hadn't just gone charging into a battle he most likely would have lost, but that did not ease the tension in her shoulders as the two ponies glanced at each, then back towards her and Feng. And spoke. They were speaking Neighponese. Not native, then. Xiu's brow furrowed, drawing on her scant Neighponese. They were saying something...about "not bird," and "mistake" and..."taking care" of something. Pah! Made a mistake in getting caught. Still, Xiu followed Feng's lead as she drew in a deep breath, as eager as her friend was to jump into a fight. ["Leave bird. Go fast. Call guards."] she tried in halting Neighponese, trying her best to sound impressive and confident. Their gazes immediately turned wary, but still they made no move, their eyes trailing from her to Feng. "They're not budging," Xiu hissed under her breath to the Longma, "do you have a weapon? Or something of the Watch? They might recognize the symbol?" -------------------- Neighponese. Feng recognized the language, from his trips with the Empress along with the Shogun. He'd picked up a few words and phrases, particularly guard-relevant ones, after spending some time with the Shogun's own guard, Sanda. Good thing, too, as he'd need as much as he could get! ["Leave the premises immediately! There are sacred grounds of royalty! Leave all unmolested! The Watch has you in its sight!"] He hoped the force of his words, the language, and the mind-softening smell of his breath would be enough to shock them out of their plans. It seemed so; at the mention of the Watch, they both jolted, not wanting to run afoul of the legendary agency. And shortly after jolting, they began bolting. Feng held his breath until the noise of their parting faded away. "Well! That went considerably better than it had any right to. Night to have a scary reputation, ain't it?" -------------------- Xiu let out a gust of breath without even realizing she'd been holding it, entirely relieved that Feng had gotten the poachers to leave on their own accord. It must have been the soothing quality to the Longma's breath magic - subtle, yet undoubtedly effective. "I'd rather not get set in a Watcher's sights, yes," Xiu agreed faintly, eyes moving from the receding noise up to Feng's face - before a feeble cry abruptly reminded her of what he'd actually accomplished with his posturing, breaking Xiu out her daze as she galloped towards the downed bird. "Certainly explains why they held no qualms in attempting to capture a Fenghuang," the Qilin noted, voice bitter as she gingerly scooped the bird into her hooves. What on earth had Neighponese poachers been doing so close to Huangjing? Probably something for Feng to alert his superiors over...but for now, this was something she could do. "Come on, let's get him back to the infirmary!" It was a fairly short trip - they received more than their fair share of askance glances at the burden she carried, but they reached the relatively empty infirmary in short notice, and Xiu wasted no time in casting a basic Healing breath. A moment or two passed as the Qilin concentrated, and it was only after the splayed out create was stabilized did Xiu abruptly remember the thoughts that had passed her mind in the grove. "That was...very well done," she commended, eyes softening as she tore her gaze from the injured Fenghuang to Feng. Ah, hah...Fenghuang to Feng. "I mean - getting them to leave without even lifting a hoof," Xiu extrapolated, eyes softening as she looked at the Longma. Some thought the Watchers solely as unthinking weapons to be directed and used at the will of the Emperess, but...well. Clearly, they never interacted with the right Watchers. -------------------- All the while Xiu had been prepping and carrying the Huangjing back to the Infirmary, Feng had been doing some serious thinking. That had been lucky, something of a fluke, but it would probably not work a second time. And if Neighponese poachers were daring to come this far into Long Guo... there might well be a second time. Definitely would send a note to the higher-ups, though what the Censor would say to a note from him-who-must-be-put-on-rest-leave was... hm, actually pretty entertaining to imagine. "Well, I couldn't very well bodily eject them, could I? You're too good at tying a stallion down!" He laughed as she commented after her first healing breath. "But yeah, I've always been pretty good at getting my way. Had to learn to be a fast talker to keep out of too much trouble back home.. Heh, the village never thought I'd make it as a member of the Watch, but I'd like to think my foalhood was the perfect preparation." -------------------- 'Fast talker,' indeed. Xiu tried not to flush at Feng's words, but still failed - unintentional though they were, it was all too easy to imagine the Longma meaning something entirely different than the actual literal implication. It was a skill she thought must be unique to Feng, the ability to say something so blithely and innocently, yet still send her heart fluttering. Sometimes she wondered if he even did it on purpose. But even still, Xiu couldn't help but perk up slightly as the Longma spoke. She didn't know much about Feng's foalhood - the subject wasn't something that had come up often between the two of them, more focused on the here and now - but she did know that he had been quite the troublemaker. She wondered how much of that had actually been tempered out of him by the Watch...how much of him had been changed. A charming smile, carefree laughter...maybe the Watch hadn't changed him so much as directed him. She sincerely hoped so. "Fate has a way of working things out, I think," Xiu finally said, after sending another wave of Wood breath towards the Fenghuang. It stirred slightly on its pillow. "Your foalhood led you here, to the Watch...and to, me," the Qilin continued, with only the slightest hitch of her breath. "I would have...died, that day, if you hadn't been a troublemaker." Xiu laughed softly, more at herself, but couldn't tear her eyes away from Feng's own. Ancestors...if he started talking about Yue right now, she was going to have to cook up a feast to relieve the stress. -------------------- "Huh, so it does... " Xiu's remark had set Feng musing, his own eyes drifting back to the Fenghuang. Such a pretty bird... he blinked. Why did it not look like a bird right then? Must be his imagination. Or maybe he was tired; that might be it. Recovering from injuries and all that. "You gotta wonder sometimes if there isn't really something behind it. Bringing a guard in right at the moment when a mare comes to need him. Oh, and getting you out of trouble too! Guess I must just be lucky." He blathered on, innocently revealing how Xiu was not at the top of him mind. Hoo boy, it was a good thing he couldn't see the expression on her face right now. "Trouble is... I mean, it's a lot of good fortune, but I feel, I don't know, that I'm unable to get the most I can out of it? Am I missing something, or just expecting things to move as fast as I tend to do?" -------------------- ...Yup. The kitchens were hers tonight. And she wasn't going to stop cooking until she'd made up a feast worthy of the Empress herself. Because cooking had a way of keeping her calm and focused, ingredients and recipes all requiring her concentration and attention. It had a way of making her forget herself for a while, or forgetting other things...like Feng thinking of the Empress yet again when the two of them were alone together. Luckily for her, Feng's attention on the Fenghuang caused him to miss the pinched expression that passed over her face, before she forcibly smoothed it out with a deep inhale, and exhale. All the traits she so admired in the Longma that caused him to focus so intently on the Empress...would she feel the same if he didn't have those traits? Of course not. She couldn't love them without loving the result of them. She just...wished they had had a different result. "Maybe," Xiu started hesitantly, then paused, head ducking downwards for a moment. She valiantly attempted to fight off the flush that threatened to take hold of her face, but once again, failed. In turn, Xiu hid her face by scooting closer to Feng, occupying herself with pretending to check up on the bandages across his wings once again. "Maybe, what you seek is not what you need? Perhaps you're missing things because...because you're looking down a road that differs from where your fortunes would lead you. Lead you somewhere else...or to...someone else." -------------------- Single-minded pursuit of a goal was a tricky trait to have. On the one hand, it gave strength to the pursuer, but left him with blinders on his peripheral vision. Feng's ancestors had fallen to disaster through this, and it was not yet out of the question that he himself might do so too. "Hm?" His gaze pulled back up as Xiu came closer, seeming to check on his bandages again. "I guess... I mean, it really is kind of presumptuous of me to suppose I know ahead of time what destiny has laid out for me. I suppose the best I can do is to pursue the duty and desires I know I have, and let the fates do what they may." -------------------- What was that expression her father used to have? About blinders? And even then, they hadn't been wiling to do anything other than stick to the course they had thought was best for her. And them. It made sense, in an odd sort of way, though. Wasn't she doing the very same thing, in her own way? One could not control fate, so the only thing one could do was chase after one's own wishes and dreams. Playing the cards that fate dealt was the trick, though, rather than throwing out the cards to continue playing empty-hoofed. "Perhaps," Xiu conceded, and made one final tug on the wrappings. "But...well. I don't think you should...blind yourself to everything but your wants. You never know...you'll miss the fortunes the fates favor you with." So said, and with herself back under control, Xiu paused again - before darting forward with the strength of all her nerves, planting a quick and chaste kiss to the Longma's cheek. ...Which she had planned to follow up with a flowing remark on the blessings right in front of his face, but no sooner had she drawn in a breath when a burst of color had her flinching to the side, mouth falling open. The Fenghuang was...awash in rainbow colored flames, yet held no evidence of pain or burns. Instead the bird suddenly flew upwards from its pillow, soared once around the room, before coming to hover right in front of her face, and - Breathe. Its head pressed against her snout, and for one moment in time, her breath was that of the Fenghuang's. Quite abruptly, the bird reared backwards and soared around the room again, only to swoop down and repeat the same thing with the Longma at her side. So doing, the Fenghuang seemed to give a sort of satisfied chirp, before it returned to its pillow, its flames extinguishing as the creature curled its head under one wing. A very empathic posture for sleeping. "I," Xiu murmured, quite at a loss for words, because that was an ancestors-blessed Fenghuang. What little rules she knew of wildlife were, quite obviously, thrown out the window. "I suppose he's feeling better, then," the Qilin finally said, and this time, didn't bother fighting the smile that pulled at her lips. Words weren't always needed, after all. -------------------- Of course, there were only so many things a set of blinders could, well, blind one too. Typhoons, for one thing, had their way of making themselves known to the most determined traveler, blowing them right back through their own front doors. Passions of the heart, as well, could derail the very tides of history from their course. And, naturally, the sudden coming of a pheonix to life, swirling around the room and seeming to give a kind of magical bond to all present. Finding himself hit with two out of three, Feng was dazed, blinking in the force of events. Is this what others felt like when he went up against them? He looked to the mare that had just planted a quick kiss on him, back to the Fenghuang, back to Xiu again. "I..." He swayed on his hooves, feeling woozy. "I think I need to go back to bed and rest." It had been a busy day after all, despite Xiu's best efforts. It at least gave his brain something to chew on. -------------------- [[ End ]]
  12. @DerpRavener Added! I think that's a good slew of characters, both foals and adults, so the OP will go up either at the end of this week or next week. If anyone was eyeing this and still really wants to join, send me a message and we'll see what we can work out.
  13. @Ciraxis Added Squall to the foal list!
  14. @PrinceoftheNight @PyroBlaze @PrinceBlueblood Added all you 'P' RPers and your characters! Update Could still use a couple more foals, but if someone else reeaaally wants to use an adult character for the thread it should be fine.
  15. @tacobob Added to the adults! This isn't officially a squeal, but characters who were involved in the other thread will definitely be drawing on the similarities. And actually, it was stated in the OOC of the other thread that SteelEagle's Twilight caused the whole thing, a "spell gone wrong" kind of deal. Update Holding off on accepting any more adults for now, we need more adult-turned-foals for them to take care of!