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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:54 pm
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Prompt: Everyone is fortunate, from time to time, but sometimes it seems that lady luck herself smiles upon you. What has happened lately that has made you feel lucky? Or made you feel cursed, perhaps?
There is a great danger in the ocean, one that has not been seen in years beyond counting. While it does not have the ability to reach beyond the seas, its threat looms large to the denizens of the deep, whose lives may be in peril. It is unlikely that anyone near the shore will be attacked by the kraken, who is a deep sea creature, so knowledge of its existence has not yet spread far and wide. Hints of great arms have been sighted, and parts of the ocean are especially dark. That any have escaped that monster is surely due to fortune itself. Have you ever faced a danger and survived it? Encountered a situation wherein you were simply... lucky?
**Please note: If your prompt response meets the word count requirement for stats you can also link your post in the monthly stat thread and count it as RP for your pony.**
Prizes
A would-have-been dinner... aka, an octopus. And maybe... more?
To enter: please post a current pre-existing RP (since January 2017) that is themed around luck, narrow escapes, etc. You made use bad luck or some permutation if luck doesn't make sense for you. Each entrant will get at least one ticket -- non-staffers get two tickets by default. If you do not have a RP, please post a response to the above prompt. You may enter as many times as you wish, but each entry must be with a different character. RPs must be at least five posts long to be counted.
Note: This will count for your March familiar freebie.
[size=18][color=green][b]Luck be a lady tonight![/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Username:[/b] Your name, of course.
[b]Who are you entering with?[/b] Ideally a Soquili or familiar. If you have neither, please enter with a Kawani villager, etc.
[b]Link to the RP you're using:[/b] [url=]Text[/url], please give a brief description.
[b]Prompt response:[/b] If you do not have and do not wish to create a RP on this topic, please post a roleplay response here.
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Luck be a lady tonight!
Username: Your name, of course.
Who are you entering with? Ideally a Soquili or familiar. If you have neither, please enter with a Kawani villager, etc.
Link to the RP you're using: Text, please give a brief description.
Prompt response: If you do not have and do not wish to create a RP on this topic, please post a roleplay response here.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 2:03 am
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Luck be a lady tonight!
Username: DarkenWoodWolf
Who are you entering with? Serafima SlapJack
Link to the RP you're using:
Prompt response: Sera had an odd idea of what constituted luck.Of course, she had an odd idea about almost everything, so that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. Today, though, she was pondering her own streak of luck, or lack there of, honestly. Sometimes she couldn't tell if she was lucky for finding the various pigments and plants that she could use to make paints well, or if she was unlucky. Sera was going to settle on lucky, though, to have found such a bright red pigment that she scrapped into a pouch with the end of her paintbrush. Hopefully, it would be enough to make more that one batch. There were other veins of the pigment a bit higher up, and normally that wouldn't be a problem, given she had the inclinations of kittens and their inclines. Of course, she was not normally stuck thigh deep in a bog of some sort.
Sera hadn't thought much about the too even, too still state of the ground in the area around where she had found a solid slate wall, shot through with a pigment of the brightest red. She had looked beyond the puddles and the fact there was less shrubbery and trees as she got closer to the rock wall. The desire for the pigment sorta overshadowed her normally keen perception.
As she worked, Sera shifted, keeping her paws as wide as possible, but still managing to sink another few inches, making her have to strain to reach the red pigment. It wasn't a hard ship, though. The soil shifting under her paws, solid and liquid at the same time. There was a brush of something harder, probably a root of some sort, but the fleeting feeling faded from further fascination as Sera slipped lower again.
It was a jolt, being suddenly neck deep in the muddy water. She began to wonder if she should be worried about slipping under? Sera was not a fan of water, lips curling back in distaste, but she did know how to swim. It wouldn't be that big of a concern if she did. Swimming to shore would be a simple, if dirty, very dirty, affair. The thought of trying to get the mud out of her hair was enough to send her turning back toward wherever the 'shore' was, sharp eyes falling on something that distracted her as surely as someone with something shiny.
Almost at the level of the water, barely staying above the encroaching mud that would destroy it, were two narrow veins of pigment of a bright orange, coming close to another vein of yellow. The pigment shown where it caught the sun, sparkled and set a dazzling gleam over the water.
Now, Sera had worked with the other not-colors before, but not for a long time. Everything was red red red red, so why should she paint it any other color? But this. She shifted closer, eyes fixed on the colors like they had some answer to the mysteries of life. This was beauty unrivaled.
And honestly, what could it hurt to have a few more of the non-colors around, just in case?
Workcount: 523
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:12 am
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Luck be a lady tonight!
Username: spelldancer
Who are you entering with? Rhiannon
Link to the RP you're using: N/A
Prompt response: Rhiannon, ever proud and ever vain Rhiannon, believes she has no use for luck. Even on the worst of days. But today, today, she had luck on her side. A skinwalker had decided the prancing, dainty, silly looking Kalona was theirs to play with. Of course Rhiannon had no idea as she was being targeted. Things just kept going wrong. A missed meal, a dunking in a river, a deer starting in front of her. Little things that really weren’t that big, but added together were causing quite the fluster. Out of sorts and on edge,
Rhiannon was not paying enough attention to her surroundings when the skinwalker decided it was time. Only, things didn’t go the way the skinwalker had planned either. See this was the day that the alligator had decided to follow Rhiannon around. Dulcibella was ready for the skinwalker and practically tore a leg off as Rhiannon went on her merry way. Dulcibella could have taken Rhiannon’s earlier rebuffs and not been there. But Dulcibella was a stubborn creature too. And she understands pride, and never once let on to the silly Kalona that she was nearly a meal.
So the story goes, Rhiannon never knew she was lucky that day. But she did learn to, in her words, tolerate the alligator. Truthfully she likes the little thing but never let her hear I told you so.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 11:42 pm
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Luck be a lady tonight!
Username: Calixita
Who are you entering with? Amaterasu
Link to the RP you're using: ---
Prompt response: Amaterasu knew nothing of facing the monsters of the deep -- she had heard the legends, but no one in her herd of proud warriors could venture into the ocean to fight the evil beasts. She was very familiar with monsters that lurked on land, though. It was what she dedicated her life to -- swearing to defend the innocent and ridding the world of skinwalkers. With age came experience, and Amaterasu learned to be very good at what she did, but that didn't mean she went without close calls. When she first met the owl purewalker known as Hræsvelgr, she had been following the rumors of a creature only known as the Corpse Swallower that haunted the local forest. She expected she would bless the forest, praying to the Celestial Gods her herd believed in to cleanse the evil there so the nearby herds could live in peace, but the evil there had been much more sinister than she had expected.
Hræsvelgr was fiercely territorial of her forest, and when she discovered a unicorn was trespassing on her land her vision all but turned red with her fury. When she swooped in for her attack in her feral form, she dug her razor claws into Amaterasu's shoulders before growing into her true form, bearing her weight down on the mare. The fight had been vicious and bloody; flat hooves against sharp claws; blunt teeth against a razor beak; Amaterasu had been caught off guard, unprepared and without backup to help her fight. But where Hræsvelgr was swift, Amaterasu was strong. Claws sliced at the muscles of her legs, her flank, her back, blood staining her shining white coat, but while Amaterasu's strikes against Hræsvelgr were not as visible, they were no less damaging. The harsh bruises ran deep under feathers and flesh, Hræsvelgr's movements becoming sluggish with pain -- a dislocated wing, a swollen eye, fighting half-blind.
The battle came to a head when Hræsvelgr's claws struck Amaterasu's throat, and the unicorn's hooves cracked into the purewalker's skull into the trunk of a tree. Hræsvelgr staggered, dazed as Amaterasu gasped on trembling legs as the pair stared each other down. Equally matched. Hræsvelgr's sense of self-preservation won over her blood-lust -- she knew that while continuing to fight would end the other mare's life, it would end her own as well -- and she turned and fled deeper into the forest. If she was lucky, the unicorn would bleed out, her rotting corpse serving as another message scattered about her territory -- keep out.
But Hræsvelgr's retreating figure did little to bring Amaterasu's hope of surviving. It gave her a sense of relief -- it was over -- but one shaky step later and she had collapsed to the ground. Her thoughts were scattered; her daughters; her failed relationships; her lost children; her battles; her familiar; her herd. Her body felt heavy; so did her eyes.
Some would call it luck; to Amaterasu and her beliefs, it was the blessings of the Celestial Gods that brought her daughter Ukiyo-e to search for her after being away for so long. Regardless, it had been lucky that Hræsvelgr had decided to flee; fortuitous that her claws had not cut into an artery; and truly a miracle that Ukiyo-e found her when she did. She was lucky to still be alive.
EDIT: I am no longer eligible to win the familiar!
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2017 2:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 11:32 pm
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Luck be a lady tonight!
Username: HoneyTeaTree
Who are you entering with? Ymir
Link to the RP you're using: N/A
Prompt response: There were many a time Ymir had felt particularly blessed by Lady Luck herself. He was always the one who wanted to do something bigger or better than anyone else, especially when it came to feats of bravery. If Ymir were the one to boast (which he was) he would tell anyone who gave him even a second glance all of the many brave things he had done. Many would consider him foolish (which he also was) but that never stopped the stallion from having a gate filled with purpose and liveliness whenever he walked.
Ymir had faced near-death many a time, but he loved the rush that pulling some stunt or another gave him. He loved diving to the earth, plummeting at great speeds and then, barley in the nick of time, letting his wings unfold and soar back into the air. Ymir loved performing tricks in the air, doing barrel rolls and loop-the-loops, whatever an onlooker asked of him, he would do it. Yes, he did his stunts publicly, where all could see him, for he was show off and while he attempted to prove himself humble, it was quite easy to see past his gleeful, broad smiling face that his ego was anything but humble.
Today was like all the others when he found a spot to perform. He set up camp, offering any who came across his little resting spot stay for the night and break bread with him. Ymir chatted them up and made friends with whoever decided to take him up on the offer as best he could; some were more guarded than others of course. As the population of his little camp grew to reasonable size, Ymir would then tell all the stories of his tricks and feats. He loved to get the crowd murmuring and starry-eyed; there was nothing better, in his opinion, than a crowd vying for a performance.
So far his camp had a few other soq milling about. It was less than he usually liked, but not many liked to travel near the mountains during the colder months, not unless they were originally from them or happened to know of others nearby them. He grinned as he pranced along, showboating like always. He grinned as someone approached him and asked when Ymir would be performing the tricks he had talked up. The stallion simply told them they would see it soon enough and that he was glad he had them so interested.
Evening came eventually and Ymir was up in the air, looking down at the small audience that had gathered to watch him. He tossed his mane and grinned down at them, though he was fairly certain that they couldn't see his smile against the back drop of the setting sun. All that mattered was that they could see him perform his stunt. It was one of his usual tricks, nothing fancy or too daring, he saved his grander schemes for bigger crowds and audiences. His wings flapped to keep his form in the air and he gave a thoughtful pause as his eyes mapped out the path he would need to take to avoid collision with anything. Then he dropped. He laughed as the air rushed past him and pulled his hair back from his face. He laughed at the adrenaline that pumped through his veins and made his heart race. This was truly what it meant to be alive and there was nothing else in the world that made him feel the same.
Ymir looked from the corner of his eyes as the treeline hid his audience from him and all that remained of them was their gasps and shouts. Some would surely think him dead, thinking that head had fallen to the ground, but he would prove them wrong with a smile, a laugh, and a twinkle in his eyes. His wings quickly unfolded as he entered the clearing he had scouted out before even trying to do his stunt. At least he was smart enough to know better... or perhaps it had been because of MÃmir, his faithful and ever wise companion, that he had gone to such lengths. He shrugged at the thought and unfolded his wings from his side, and flapped them with a great ferocity. Sweat sprung up on his brow and dripped down his neck as he fought against gravity to pull back up into the air. Today would not be the day his tricks got the better of him.
Then there were cheers. Ymir's form rose from the tree line and he looked to the group of soquili that had watched him. He flashed a toothy grin at them, a laugh bursting from him. The rush was still there, but there was nothing quite like the cheers and looks of shock and awe on the faces of those who watched him. It added another thing to the list of reasons he loved his stunts, the cheering. It would never grow old and he was sure Lady Luck would keep it that way.
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