With the season of winter slowly crawling along, and Ridelys slowly acclimatizing to reorganizing herself, she realized something a bit rough. According to old records she had written down over time, she'd never successfully kept an animal for herself to ride. Something without wings. Or anything for that matter. The old pair of equillion she'd been training had died of old age. Or some sort of genetic defect, which effected hundreds of lab-given equillion. Granted, she had plenty of choices. It fell down to finding a creature that could stand up to her work and not flee, or get gored as a response. At least three equillion had horns, or multiple sets of limbs. She would've gone with Sequoia at this rate but again. Horns. It left her with few choices, of at least a hooved choice of mount. She had somehow coaxed Riverwind out into a paddock, with gear by the fence. The dappled mare flicked her tail, eyes narrowed. She might be the color of winter, but that didn't mean she liked it. Especially when she was approached with a length of rope twined into a halter. wear halter 1 lv 3 loyalty 13
Ridelys manages to get close enough to the dappled mare with the halter over her arm for the animal to sniff the object if she stretches out her neck. The soft goat nose dilates, sniffing the rope halter. Her eyes widen in alarm. Predators. The smell of predators and other alarm-instinct smells. She shrieks, nabbing the rope halter with her teeth. With a toss of her head, the halter goes flying up, and over, the fence to land on the other side. Ridelys blinks at the mare, confused. What... what just happened? She looks from the mare, to her hands, then to the halter. "Really?!" she exclaims in exasperation. The mare wickers as she dances across the paddock, out of reach of grabby humany hands with long claws. - Well, there went that plan. Yes, the halter wasn't new, she wasn't made of money. Ridelys retrieved the halter, giving it a slight sniff after pulling the object through the bars of the fence. It didn't smell... that bad? Granted, the equillion's senses outstripped hers. Somehow she'd have to get the mare back to the kennel without much of a fuss. They would be here a while. Wear/throw halter 2
Whatever sort of scent that clung to the old halter, the mare wanted nothing of. When the dusk of evening approached, Ridelys finally decided it was time to give up the ghost for tonight. The dappled equillion refused the object on her face, no matter what. A loop around her neck however, had remained, and with enough persuasion, went quietly back to the kennel's paddock. A headache throbbed through her temple, there had to be a better idea of what to do with this particular sort of handling. The utter failure of trying to introduce the rope loop halter fizzled any reasoning to continue this folly further, for Ridelys. The rope made a new home submerged into a bucket of water and vinegar outside. When the rope was finally removed and left to dry in the sunlight, it smelled vaguely of vinegar and maybe nylon. That should do, right? She had every intention of starting up again on introducing the equillion to the halter, really. However, a loud clacking sound, and a thick snap echoing through the paddock. The culprit turned out to be her youngest galabex, the doe Pine-Arrow. Unusually enough, she grew antlers almost as grand as her father. Said antlers looked rather flimsy for some reason. She looked in honest need of a good brushing and such. Perhaps... Ridelys called the doe's attention, approaching slowly. She offered a small handful of berries to her, taken gratefully. Maybe. It had been a long time since she'd worked with the doe. As such, she did not immediately attempt to lasso Pine, but laid the rope over the door of her stall. Already tied into a loop for equillion, it would need refitting to fit the slimmer muzzle of a galabex. Not a difficult thing. But the theron stepped away carefully, allowing Pine to sniff and examine the rope. If anyone would spook at the scent of predators (though her father's owner had a multitude), likely it would be her.
The general idea of this task meant that Ridelys could take better care of the galabex if she had a way to keep her confined without needing to be stuck in a stall. Not every grooming task could be performed within such a cramped space. Not to mention Pine's species disliked confinement. Her 'stall' was a lot larger in comparison, because the equillion were normally used to 'stall' sizes. When was the last time she'd actually done any work with the doe... when she was a newborn fawn? Pine shook her head absently, and did it again. Something didn't feel quite right. But her food giver was here, and had berries. What was this? She approached the rope, giving it a slight sniff. It had an unnatural smell, but the light scent of her 'friend-foodgiver'. Was it edible? One bit of it made it into the galabex's mouth before she spat it out. Blech.
Fiera Ferella: I picked mine because ive always wanted to write an amphadron tbh. :0 I'm eager to see how it'll turn out!
Jul 11, 2020 22:00:43 GMT -6
Riku: Oh, I see what you mean now, Nerius. Dang...that’s a good point. How do we get around it? Naturally we will look at the opponent’s stats - which can’t be done IC. Hm.
Jul 11, 2020 14:30:04 GMT -6
Èdan: Not necessarily, there's stuff that can affect a foe's aim in the same turn
Jul 11, 2020 8:51:23 GMT -6
Nerius: The lack of suspense. I slogged through them all for the points, but it got super tedious to write. (This isn't specific to mosca, just a general 'why I'm eh on this tourny'.)
Jul 11, 2020 6:40:13 GMT -6
Nerius: And it's not about "winning", rather I was referring to the disaster that was my attempt at the petite tournament. And how one glance at the stats made me go 'yep, gonna loose this one', and be proven right in every single round. It's not the loss, but..
Jul 11, 2020 6:39:31 GMT -6
Nerius: Yes, the dreaded auto-hit or auto-miss can strike at any time, but what I mean is the only way a mosca is loosing is if there's a un/lucky dice roll.
Jul 11, 2020 6:36:02 GMT -6
Èdan: Don't forget there's moves and abilities that halve dex or affect the opponent's aim. Not to mention, never underestimate the cruelty of a natural 1
Jul 11, 2020 6:16:47 GMT -6
Riku: High dex can miss. I had an unbroken brown who won like three fights by sheer luck of the enemy missing over and over. Lol Besides, not to be cliche, but...it’s not all about winning. You can come in second place and still get 23 pit points.
Jul 11, 2020 0:48:50 GMT -6
Jack: Don't forget to PM me your intent if you're entering! I need to know before training!
Jul 10, 2020 17:29:29 GMT -6
Fanged: I'll be going with a huntress mosca build I have in mind.
Jul 10, 2020 17:12:28 GMT -6
Xentus: I'm the one who's entering fully intending to utilize the 9 dex flighty mosca. Curious to find what might beat it
Jul 10, 2020 17:07:55 GMT -6
Flare: In opinion, I have a kakum baakir set aside for Flare's usage, but I've never worked with it. It'll be a new species to work with. Just because soemone enters a 9 dex creature doesn't 100% mean they'll win.
Jul 10, 2020 17:04:42 GMT -6
Nerius: Would use one myself, but I don't want to waste a re-growth on something I'll never do anything with outside this tournament, especially since there's no guarantee there will be enough people for it to run.
Jul 10, 2020 15:53:52 GMT -6
Nerius: I was looking at the stats of the creatures that could be entered, when it was first announced. Someone enters a flighty mosca? They're going to win. There's nothing that can move faster, and nothing that can survive a hit from wing buff while in flight
Jul 10, 2020 15:52:37 GMT -6
Nerius: I've considered it, as I do want the pit points, but I dunno. My last attempt at tournament rush training uh, did not go well *coughwhiptailcough*. Plus I suspect someone's going to enter a mosca and basically auto-win.
Jul 10, 2020 15:49:29 GMT -6
Riku: Hopefully more people do. Counting myself, I think there’s only 4 right now. 🤔
Jul 9, 2020 17:21:27 GMT -6
Flare: I'm gonna enter
Jul 9, 2020 14:48:47 GMT -6