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Post by Silver on Mar 31, 2020 1:59:44 GMT -6
Finally, she had an idea. She could use more of her powers to climb up to him! She thought hard about her ability to create a rainbow bridge. Slowly it began to materialize in front of her. A rainbow filled the show area and she gingerly put one hoof on it, then another until she was all the way on it. Then she climbed up the rainbow until she was standing eye-to-eye with Silver. She made a soft grunting sound and pulled them over to the rainbow so they could stand next to her.
"Thanks," they said. They felt their boots hit the rainbow and they found it surprisingly solid. Had they ever climbed up one of these before? They definitely knew how they worked, considering that it was one of Kumoya's most used tricks, but they weren't sure they'd ever stood on one themselves before. The telekinetic grasp had finally been lifted, and Silver was able to move freely again. They breathed a great sigh of relief.
[97.8 - 1.8] [Inspire uses Rainbow.]
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Post by Silver on Mar 31, 2020 2:06:23 GMT -6
Silver's feet wobbled beneath them. This whole standing on a rainbow thing was unsettling. No wonder they never did it before. They also had no idea what Inspire was going to do next, since she kept surprising them. They continued to try to make it look natural, but they were sure they had already long since failed in that. The judges had to think they were crazy. If they were lucky, they wouldn't immediately be disqualified and they could at least come home with a door prize.
Inspire pushed her head into Silver's shoulder and made a soft noise again. "Oh, you probably want a treat or something, right?" Silver looked at the floor, far from where they were currently standing, then said. "Okay if you get us down from here, I'll give you all the treats you want, got it?" They were sure she wouldn't understand any of that, but they nonetheless pulled out the treat bag and started walking down the other end of the rainbow. If she wanted to get the treats, she'd have to follow, and more importantly, maintain the rainbow until they were all safely back on the ground.
[97.85 - 2]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Apr 3, 2020 12:50:57 GMT -6
Everyone else at this contest was plenty beautiful, but Fiera thought that Henri was still pretty well groomed. He chirped happily as they prepared to go onstage, possessing his usual good cheer and enthusiasm. Fiera doubted that they'd win, but by god at least he'd have a good time doing it. When they were waved ahead, Fiera plucked Henri up off the ground and held him up as she walked out, showing off how cute and, well... bendy he was. She had brushed him heavily before they went on and gave him a bath the previous night, so he was as fluffy and brightly colored as he could be. "Behold everyone- Henri!" She called out, and set him down. "Henri, stay there." She said, and then backed away. "Now... come!" She said, and he bounced over to her, showing off how elegantly he could move. When he arrived, she turned to the audience. "Wonderful! Is there anything you'd like to say to your fans?" She said, gesturing at the crowd. Then, she whispered. "Speak up!" Henri looked at her, back at the audience, and burst into song. It was a loud, beautiful sound and many members of the audience murmured appreciatively. "A fantastic speech!" Fiera said with a chuckle. "Thank you so much for everything- I'd like to shake your hand!" Henri, at the sound of the word 'shake' , immediately stuck out his paw and let her shake it, as if they were conducting a business meeting. With that, Fiera gave one last wave and walked off stage. Perhaps that had been more of a 'cute contest' sort of entry, but Fiera was still pleased with his performance regardless. (Henri uses tolerance, stay, come, speak up, and shake.) (Male fancy orbaru, please!)
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Post by Lethalia on Apr 4, 2020 10:47:29 GMT -6
Bifrost was at full attention with the commotion all around her, a far cry from her quiet farm life back at home with her herd. Standing waiting their turn, Bifrost's ears perked and trained themselves on the other equillion in the middle of the show ring. Her throat rumbled with the want to talk with any of the other equines here, letting out a lonely nicker to the stunning dapple grey showing off. "Don' do that-" Lethalia started, but Bifrost's calling had already escalated into a high-pitched and open-mouthed neigh to try and get the other equi's attention. "Yer embarrasin'." They wouldn't get disqualified for her creature being more of an ass than equi, would she? And then... another grey, one who also seemed to hold some prismatic power like Bifrost did. Well, crap. How was her opaline girl going to stand out in a crowd of other pretty grey equi? Though she wasn't anticipating bringing Bifrost up to the crowd, it was somewhat of a relief to get called up and give her something to focus on other than potential herdmates. All the better for teaching her to be a bit less herd bound in the future! Bifrost followed her out to the center of the ring, ears swiveling to try and track down where the other equines had gone but having a tough time singling them out over the din of the crowd. Much to Lethalia's chagrin, she called out for them again. || Male Orbaru ~ ||
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Post by Lethalia on Apr 4, 2020 10:48:18 GMT -6
In spite of being a bit fussy coming to the ring, at least Bifrost practically glowed to make up for her behavior. Her grulla grey mare already gleamed from her brushing before arriving, though seeing the previous contestants made Lethalia regret not being able to do the same as they did, brushing them in the arena to show off. Grooming her in the ring seemed like a pretty decent trick to circumvent not having tricks to parade around with! Ah well, she'd goad Bifrost into doing something. "Hullo all! Meet my gorgeous Bifrost," she called, Bifrost doing her part enough prancing by her owner's side, ears flickering at each new sound and leading her head to swinging around constantly to scope out the area. Lethalia observed the mare for a moment, trying to decide if she needed to leave for the mare's sake. For now she seemed fine, not stressed as much as worked up. That would do. Uncoiling the lead to give Bifrost some room, Lethalia gave the mare a decent spook with a flat palm on her rump. Luckily she didn't have to worry much about a pure lashing out, but backed up to avoid the little buck Bifrost gave before she lunged forward. As the equillion bounded away, she gave into the slight pressure of the halter tugging her in towards the satyr, pulling her into making a circle around the humanoid instead of taking off in a random direction. Snorting, the mare settled into a pretty trot, neck arched and one eye on Lethalia in case she made another sudden move. || Bifrost uses Buck and Bound, not on command ||
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Post by Lethalia on Apr 4, 2020 10:49:28 GMT -6
Lethalia swung the end of the lead rope to wave the equillion on into something more than just her floating trot, the mare squealed and bucked again. Her nature of a pure meant Lethalia wasn't too concerned she would be aiming those hooves anywhere, but kept herself well out of the way of them lest she accidentally flail a little more than intended. Bifrost didn't stop just with that little bucking, though. It must have been part stress and being worked up that resulted in a strange kind of defense mechanism in the equillion. A flash and suddenly the mare was shimmering brightly with a light from within, Lethalia tamping down on the reflex to flinch away from it. This was all completely and totally intentional, obviously! Nobody would flinch if they expected their creature to do something like... whatever Bifrost was doing. Sparkling melded into a full-body glow, the entirety of Bifrost's coat glimmering with a pastel opaline light, as though her precious hooves and horn contained all the magic in her body. Warmth emanated from the mare as she sparked up her small heal, the satyr just grateful that the mare did indeed avoid lashing out with her glimmering light. As Bifrost's fireworks display faded, Lethalia figured there might be some other trick this girl could have up her sleeve. Something flashy enough to entertain, even if she'd never actually tried to get her to heal anything before... || Bifrost uses Rainbow, not on command ||
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Post by Lethalia on Apr 4, 2020 10:49:50 GMT -6
Right now in front of a crowd was the perfect time to give it a try, right?
It didn't feel like all that large of a leap of faith. Bifrost was as much of a pure as they came, to the point where she did indeed avoid trodding on any delicate shoots of grass or the most minuscule insect on the ground. This one couldn't hurt a fly, even if she set her mind to it. Lethalia would be banking almost entirely on her mare being true to her nature, confidence not able to keep her from fumbling with her pocket knife when grappling it out of her pocket. Lest it spook Bifrost, she kept the small blade as much out of her blue eyed line of sight as she could. Gritting her teeth against it as the blade parted her palm with a tidy stroke; Bifrost's nose twitched and she came to a screeching halt, head tossing at the smell.
"Y'okay," Lethalia murmured delicately to her, holding out a steadying hand to, hopefully, calm the mare. Unfortunately her only free hand was the one which streamed blood down her wrist, causing Bifrost to balk even more. "Hey, hey, 'm sorry. Can 'ya help me out, pretty girl?" she continued soothingly, a quiet voice just for the mare, keeping track of the satyr with alert black-tipped ears.
Head tossing when the bloody hand came closer to her, the mare hesitated as her eyes caught what looked like a gash in the satyr's palm. Her panic of smelling blood subsided; there weren't any predators here to be attracted to or causing the smell, so she could afford to let her guard down enough to check it out.
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Post by Lethalia on Apr 4, 2020 10:50:54 GMT -6
Bifrost's bunny-like nose quivered as she took in the smell a little more calmly, though the wired mare still trembled a little as she reached her nose out. Lethalia bit her lip, willing the mare as hard as she could, Come on Bifrost, please...As the satyr had hoped, a pure like Bifrost couldn't stand seeing another being in pain. A soft glow began to encapsulate the mare, glittering with an opaline rainbow much like her other trick. Soft licks of pastel light looked something akin to flame, but only registered as a comforting warmth as the aura encapsulated them both. Heat blossomed from the cut, and just like being healed by the most skilled human magi, Lethalia could watch the split merge back together. "Good... g'girl, Bifrost!" she hurriedly assured the mare, who visibly relaxed as the wound came together. Concern the mare would cooperate was replaced by a wide grin now that the stress had left them both. Bifrost did it instead of leaving her there like an idiot who cut their hand! Better result than expected. Standing with her ears still perked, the mare's fluffy tail gave a more placid swish now that she had expended some of her energy. That was enough excitement for her! Dusting the dried blood off her hand, the satyr held it up for the crowd to see that the thin gash in her palm had been sutured back together. It was impossible to keep the relief from her voice, so she bowed hurriedly and threw out a "Thank ya'll for appreciatin' Bifrost!" before whisking the mare away to await their results. Many treats backstage were in order! || Bifrost uses Healing Aura, not on command || Bifrost lv|1 ly|9
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Apr 4, 2020 15:23:10 GMT -6
Species: Trepuldra Crossbreed 225 Name: Dreyma Gender: Female Level: 0.1 Loyalty: 2.1 Stats; Stamina: 1 Strength: 1 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 1 Raised stats: None Abilities: Float, Magical Moves: Spook Tricks: None Items currently worn: Items currently groomed with:
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While the other contesters where putting on a show not even an hour later after registering for them, she was in a corner a bit farther away from all the people that decided to enter. And there are so many of them this time, she is honestly surprised by it. Usually there are only four or five with her included in that number. So, finding a corner a bit more away from all of the people and especially those that decided to take along an Equillion of all things felt like it would be a better idea then watching from the bleachers till it is their turn, at least for now while she needs to start grooming hers first. Taking the bird whistle out of her pocket, and breathing on it softly to get a pleasant noise out of it, she sees not a moment later smoke coming out of it till Dreyma’s body is completely formed, and only the end part of where her tail is still connected to the whistle staying as colorful smoke that makes one think it looks more ghostlike. “Hello there little one.” She says in a pleased tone as she sits down on the ground and places the black bird whistle right in front of her. “Merr?” Soft and pleasant, Dreyma coos out to her as she gets summoned out of the whistle, looking curiously around at the place after a few seconds of seeing she is somewhere that is not her bedroom. The purple ribbon tied around her left horn has the end parts flutters with the movements when she does it fast enough. ((Male Orbaru Please))
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Apr 4, 2020 15:23:37 GMT -6
Taking out her grooming tools, and the bag of treats, some berries she seems to have taken a liking too. She opens the bag to take out one for now. “Little one?” She says to get Dreyma’s attention, smiling when her voice makes her look away from the Equillion to stare up at her face for a moment in confusion. She is quick to hand over the small treat that gets grabbed between her two strangely hovering paws and gobbled up at an alarmingly fast manner for such a tiny creature. “Now, stay still, and you’ll get more of that.” She murmurs while picking up the brush and using one hand to hold her gentle at the neck and belly, while using the brush to comb the white hairs. Making sure not to tug all too hard on the hairs should she reach some part that is tangled all up, and brushing that first at the end parts till it get loose enough to do it at the roots till its all smoothed out. A pleased trill is emitted by Dreyma with the grooming, likely because it would be like she is constantly petted in a way, making her chuckle at the delight Dreyma is showing with it. But when she finally reaches the end where Dreyma’s body starts to become smoke, she switched out the comb for the bottle of hair dye. Specifically, the black one. Screwing open the cap, she uses the small paintbrush on it to brush it first against the lid of the bottle to get rid of the excess dye, and then when she is sure it won’t drip on the floor or her clothes accidently, she sets down the bottle, and uses her left hand to hold on to Dreyma again, while with her right, she uses the small paintbrush to dip it at the white fur, slowly and steady enough that only with a little bit of squirming on Dreyma’s part and a confused sound on what she is doing it is done within minutes. Now the white fur on top of the body is speckled in black dots, giving it hopefully for the people that are going to judge Dreyma’s appearance a feeling of looking at tiny black stars that are littered on her fur. “Good girl!” She praises her companion, screwing the lid back on the bottle, and then giving another berry to Dreyma who stares at her in puzzlement for a moment, staring at her strangely before finally deciding that she really does want a treat, and takes it in her tiny claws, moving a small distance away from her. She isn’t too worried about that, Dreyma is most certainly limited in how far she could go. Picking up the bottle with an oil that makes scales shine, and in this case some parts of the hide that aren’t just scales but stones too, she unscrews it and dips her fingers in the liquid, moving closer to her companion she reaches out. “Almost done.” Stroking the oil on Dreyma’s scales and the stone parts in a petting matter to make her companion more relaxed about the whole procedure it is happening in. Cooing out in delight when she scratches the underside of the chin, or just behind the horns. The wings are done in a more faster manner then the rest, making sure it is done in a evenly enough manner that the liquid is spread out so that they shine, but she doesn’t linger on it too much as Dreyma shows more reluctance to getting touched in that matter there when she shies a bit away. “And done.” She says in a pleased tone, catching her companion’s attention while she wipes of the liquid on her hand at the inside of her leather coat. Picking up two berries from the treat bag, she presents them to her with a smile on her lips. Pleased that the grooming while taking longer than she thought it would be, went well enough that it was hardly a struggle to get it done. “Merr!” With an almost chirped out sound, the berries get taken out of her palm quickly enough to make it seem like Dreyma is actually hoarding them, instead of eating it up when she doesn’t chew on them immediately.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Apr 4, 2020 15:23:54 GMT -6
Gathering up all the grooming products and pocketing them, she picks up both the bird whistle and the treat bag, the latter of which gets deposit in a different pocket from where she has stored the care products. She starts walking to the bleacher, close to the entrance of where the contesters will need to go to enter the ring, while her companion follows after her with not much choice of her own on it considering her connection to the bird whistle. She wonders how many have already made their performance as she hadn’t been paying as much attention to it as she would have liked or intended too. “Look Dreyma, isn’t that a pretty sight to see?” She says to her companion when a grey Equillion displays performing something that almost reminds her of a rainbow? She wasn’t certain of it, but the display seems like something that could give that person an edge in winning the contest. Even if compared to their companion, the person looked a bit tense when it happened, and maybe for a very good reason. She wasn’t sure what to make of it when the next part of the act came. Glancing uncertainly at Dreyma as she didn’t seem to find anything wrong with a person bloodying their hand, and perhaps it isn’t for her. She still could be considered a newborn. “Little one? Here.” She says in a firm tone as she takes out of her pocket a berry from the treat bag. “Merr.” She hears her companion say in a pleased tone as she grabs the small berry between her strange paws and chews on it, focusing more on that, then the rest of the performance. Hopefully she will forget the last part of what the owner is doing to get their Equillion to perform.. some kind of healing spell? Or a natural healing move?
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Apr 4, 2020 15:24:11 GMT -6
It didn’t matter too much for her what the specifics of it are, but in the end, that seems to be the last of the act that pair is going to do when they head back, and out of the ring. Well.. Looking around, and seeing no one else yet making their way towards the ring makes her wonder if she really did spend a awful long time grooming Dreyma for what is going to be just a simple show and tell. Either that, or some weren’t ready yet to step up in the ring and want to see the competition first. Shrugging, she waited only long enough to make certain that Dreyma finished eating the berry, and that no one else was going to step into the ring. “Time for us to shine little one.” She murmurs, catching Dreyma’s attention as she seems to eagerly await for more food, but loses interest when she walks into the ring and makes herself just that bit more smaller by hiding under her wings. “Hello, I am Twilight, and this is my companion Dreyma, a Djinn of sorts.” She says with a grin, making a small bow towards the crowd and judges and then while raising the whistle higher so that everyone can see the connection of the whistle and the long trail of smoke that then forms into Dreyma’s body the farther it goes, appearing more as flesh and stone, then just a ghostlike smoke. And displaying the bright purple ribbon tied around her horn, and the star like pattern of black dots mixed into the white fur any time Dreyma peeks out her head from her wings to see what is going on. When the crowd has seen long enough that the smoke trail comes from the bird whistle, she gives the whistle a small flick with her fingers to make a ping sound. “Merr?!” Dreyma says in surprise as she gets unsummoned. It felt perhaps a little bit mean to do that, but she really wants to show the crowd what she means with her being a djinn of sorts. There should be quite a few people in the crowd who might have heard in their youth a story about such beings before, and that they were summoned from an oil lamp or a different music instrument. “As you can see, she is bound towards this whistle here.” She says while bringing said whistle closer to her mouth. Blowing a short and sweet tune our of it, and have from what is supposed to have the beak of a bird is left open normally, but when she blew on it and it performed a sweet tune… Smoke appears to come from it, summoning Dreyma back into the world. She yawns when getting summoned out of the bird whistle, looking around curiously before seeing all those people around them, and ducking back slightly in her wings again from shyness. Her large green eyes still curious, but wary, while the ribbon is on full display now. It certainly made her look cute in her eyes, and hopefully for the people watching, they’d find that too. “Well, this is it. I know. It wasn’t much of a performance, but sometimes..” She hesitates while glancing at the crowd, and still seeing how Dreyma is shying away from it, even while she is curious about what is going on around her. “Sometimes it doesn’t need to be a big performance to show what makes one fit in certain types of contests.” She says with a grin, and uses her free hand to gently pet her companion on the head, making it that her head is more on full display while the rest is covered by the sharp gem like wings. “Merrr?” Dreyma coos out to her, leaning into her hand as she scratches behind the horns. “I hope to see you all next time! Thanks for having watched our very small performance.” She chuckles at the end, giving a small bow towards the panel of judges and crowd. “Merr.” She hears Dreyma complain at the movement, especially when she had to stop scratching at that one itchy spot she seems to have, but it back to making soft pleased noises when she starts scratching there again, and walls out of the ring to the backstage. Wondering if she might have been the last contester to have performed something.. [Deceptive Lure not on command] Dreyma LV 1.0, LY 3.0 Twilight 0.4 – Logged
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Post by Nadia on Apr 5, 2020 15:39:19 GMT -6
Nadia felt little shame in admitting she didn't know what she was doing, and that's why she had held back as long as possible before taking her turn. Watching the others present their gorgeous companions gave her feelings of comfort; they were all in it for the same reason, and that was because they loved them and appreciated their beauty. It wouldn't be so hard. She smiled shyly as she stepped up with Dodger, his reins held loosely in her fist.
"Hello! This is my dear friend, Dodger," She gestured to the Equillion as she spoke, willing herself to sound confident even if she didn't feel it. "I think he is quite the beautiful specimen. Allow me to show you how he moves."
Once she swung herself up into the saddle, her demeanour changed. The nervousness melted away - she coaxed him into a trot, and then a canter, guiding him in a circle around the ring to display his elegant gait. His mane fell in luxurious curls and bounced as he went, freshly groomed before they had arrived at the hall. He was attentive to her commands; gentle movements of the reins had him bending in the desired direction, and slowing as Nadia prepared to dismount.
"He perhaps does not have the brightest pelt, but I believe he makes up for it in simplistic appeal. My dear boy," She said with a smile. It was clear how affectionate she felt towards him, by the way she spoke and how she reached up to stroke his nose. "Thank you for spending some time with us today." [Dodger uses Tack Up, Carry Rider, Bridle Knowledge] [Female Orbaru please!]
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