[Open RP] A Quest for Arms

[RikkuGirl]

~*~*~*~*~* General RP Info *~*~*~*~*~*~
RP Status: Open - Anyone may enter at anytime
Max Characters: 5
Min Characters: 1 (Pets count as 1)
Regular Sam Forum Rules Apply (Respectful, Don't take RP personally, Godmod, etc.)

Characters Needed: Random strangers. Anyone who can make or find armor. Any evil type characters. Anyone who wants to have an adventure!


~*~*~*~*~* Intro *~*~*~*~*~*~

“Charge!!!” Yelled the wild haired mare; her hand made armor seeming to almost fly off of her body as she rushed forward. Small vines, leaves and flowers adorned her body, tied and finagled into body panels and plates over her tail, legs, back, shoulders, neck and face. She looked like the body guard of an earth elemental, a thought she quite enjoyed and even dared to dream of. Her hooves tore into the soft ground as she hurtled forward, her eyes focused on the dummy she had made from an old tree log and some twigs.

“How dayre you kill my Moth..woh WOHNO!” was her battle cry as she tripped over a loose vine. The once stable charging mare was now at the beginning of her next trip; literally. Her body toppled over on itself, head over heels; barreling into the dummy. The poor wooden dummy seemed to explode upon impact, limbs and parts scattering across the soft green land. The sun dipped from the sky and instantly entered night, the world seeming to stop for a second. As if by magic, the light reappeared and Tread came to, having blacked out for a moment from the impact.

“Stupid leaves…” She huffed as she came back to the light; her eyes opening slowly with a wince. “If I had yreal ayrmoyr, like Might, this wouldn’t happen…” Her face went sour as she began to stand up, almost shaking from the ache her body was overcome with. She shook her head and then each leg individually. Parts of her leaf armor fell off, the vines either tearing or untying altogether. She watched her home made armor break apart and couldn’t help but feel… incomplete.

Tread took a look around, the remains of the dummy scattered here and there; a new warning to any family or friends the dummy thought it might have had that wished to seek revenge. A bleak outcome would surely befall any type of retaliation. With a snort she lifted her head high and began her walk of shame, laced with denial. She couldn’t help but stay chin up, Mightwould be embarrassed of her if she did anything but. As she walked through the soft grass, her mind began to doddle; flittering to thoughts of her proud stallion and song.

They were so beautiful, adorned with silver armor. The armor’s metal shown like diamonds, taking her breath away every time she saw the lead mare and stallion. A smile sneaked over her face as she walked, curling her lip without mercy. When would she get her armor? Why did she have to be so… bland? She would never be good enough for Might without REAL armor.

Small pieces of her hair started to curl over and fall in her eyes, swaying through her vision with each grueling step. How frustrating, to have hair that is almost upright yet it still falls in your face?! She blew hard, her lips curling up to force the hair farther to the side of her face; out of her eyes. After 3 puffs she decided to give up, shutting her eye reluctantly.

She traveled for a while. Time seemed to pass easily, the sun moving in the sky from one end to the other; setting just as she reached her destination, home. She smiled as she saw the rest of her song-mates; nudging them for comfort and greetings. As the night went by, she couldn’t help but envy Pride; she had it all: Feathers, good looks, muscles, lead and most importantly… Armor. It was one of the most beautiful helmets she ever saw, so simple but so prominent.Tread couldn't help but want to have it too.

“My ayrmor will be…Amazing…” She softly mumbled as she drifted to sleep. "Just watch..."

[RikkuGirl]

Tread awoke to the loud and glorious song of a close by Firebird. Its song was beautiful; raising and dipping in pitch to meet a plethora of octaves. Heaven couldn’t have been more beautiful. Heavy eyelids lifted to expose two glorious green eyes. The firebird began to sharpen as the green gems took focus. The music maker went from a soft purple blur to a gloriously adorned red and blue fyrebird. A soft yawn escaped her mouth as Tread started to stir, her body beginning to lift from the soft patch of flowers she called her bed. As she stood up, the firebird ceased its heavenly melody and flew away, quickly removing itself from the stranger’s presence.

Tread looked up and frowned, sad the song had stopped and her alarm clock flew the coop. She shrugged and shook her head, feeling each vertebra cracking into the proper place. Each muscle of her body rippled in the new suns light, her scaled skin glistening like a gemstone. She lowered her head and used her opposable hooves to muddle up her mane, making it stick up even straighter. She liked how wild it was; made her think of a war helmet, the kind with the Mohawk. She smirked and stood tall, looking around for her song.
Her superiors were nowhere to be seen. She sighed deeply, the only one of her song who didn’t have some form of armor or trinket of honor. She didn’t fit in yet. She looked around once more, just to make sure she was alone…

[Jaes]

She'd been dreaming of... Well, not much. Still, Isle of the Idle Idol had been enjoying her nap. With her long hooks and talented tail, the arboreal samanayr had wrapped herself around a branch and been swayed into sleep by a soothing breeze. A sudden noise had risen up from the ground and the sam slowly opened one yellow eye. Hmmm... now what had that been?

A voice? A fight? A bird? Maybe some combination of all three? Isle stretched her limber body and then began to look around. Lazily. Maybe it was time to get moving, after all. With another yawn, she shook off the last remnants of sleep and then swung herself down to a lower branch. Ah ha! There had been someone there! It looked like a samanayr, one with an impressive mane and a colorful coat. Or was it scales? Intrigued, Isle forgot all about her nap.

Some leaves drifted down as Isle moved a bit closer. "So you're the one making all the noise..."

[RikkuGirl]

(((OOC: Hi Jaes! Thanks for joining!!! <3 Sorry for the delayed reply, had to move my mom up by Codress this past weekend. ^^ I'm back around now! )))

As soon as she confirmed she was alone, Tread took a deep breath and was about to expel a very loud “warrior's scream” when all of the sudden… the leaf fell.

“The Enemy attacks!!!” She screamed out, every bit of hair she had on her scaly body stood up to attention, as if being erect would assist in her fighting ability. She jumped back immediately, waving her front legs around a bit in surprise of the leaf; swatting at the air like flies.

Caught up in her own surprise, she didn’t hear the soft voice of the aboreal; her eyes once again peering over her surroundings. She was not alone! She was panting hard as she continued to look around, still not knowing that it was nothing but a simple leaf that put her into high alert.

“Hello?” she said with a strong voice, trying her hardest not to let its pitch crack. “I’m a warrior… Come out and I will spare your life…” her voice wavered as she barked her demands; obviously she was not as decorated of a warrior as she appeared to be. Her lop ears seemed to twitch as she wiggled them around, trying to hear any subtle noises. “Where are you…” She whispered softly to herself as her eyes looked all around her, not even thinking to look up.

[RikkuGirl]

*~*~*~*~ Meanwhile - In a cave somewhere *~*~*~*~*

“I can feel the winds changing…” Said a deep voice; its epicenter was a large pink mass slithering amongst itself, coiling over its own scaly body. “Tyreasuyre is the woyrld’s one tyrue pleasurye… you know that…yright?” Said the deep voice, its pitch was so shallow and cold. “Nothing in this woyrld can compayre…” The voice belonged to a mystic. A very pink and unnaturally large mystic who had been blessed with what appeared to be self-inflicted scars and stitches; A mystic, who obviously, no longer practice the ways of his other magically born brethren.


“Veyry tyrue my dayrling… Which is why I have done all of this…” Said a small mare; soft and sweet yet tainted with pain and torture. As she spoke, she held up one arm; opening its range to include their general vicinity. The mare appeared to have been dipped in pink as well, adorned with freshly stitched stitches. Was she the result of a failed experiment? If so, who’s experiment? No one knew. All she knew was that… she was “Alive” and blessed with a son from one of the most revered stallions of the land, Joy of the Anguished Screams.

From afar she appeared to be like any mare, her stitches not that noticeable. However, once you looked closer; you would notice her one BIG defining feature; her unusually large and creepy eyes. Most were unable to stand to gaze into her eyes for more than a second; the creepiness of her leer would normally cause anyone to psych out or panic; but her son preferred her awkward stare, making it a point to look into them directly.

“foyr you!!!” She said in a crass yet motherly tone, her eyes focusing on the large pink creature as it continued to coil; a never ending search for where the creature began and ended. Her creepy face slid into a thick frown, unhappy that her efforts went un-noticed.


“You did what I asked… but it is not enough…” said the deep voice, as it finally emerged from the never ending coils. The mystic lifted himself up from his tight embrace, exposing his face in all its glory. Red eyes slit to see through the darkness, finding their way to their mother’s awkward gaze. As he found her, his body began to soften and relax; his focus solely on her now. His face went from content to surprise as his mother blew up.

“Not enough?!!!!” the mare erupted into anger, her voice echoing through the cave they called home. It bounced off huge piles of treasure down a long corridor, until it was lost in the darkness. Her eyes got bigger as she crouched down slightly, as if ready to attack him; her head lowered to expose her long horns. She was very upset.

“Calm youyrself motheyr…” Rapture said with a snap, smirking slightly at her explosion. “Such a fiyreball you ayre… no wondeyr fatheyr holds tight to you…” a deep and eerie laugh flowed from his throat; filling the cave with a noxious melody.

“I have other plans for you…”

[Jaes]

(((OOC: Hi Jaes! Thanks for joining!!! <3 Sorry for the delayed reply, had to move my mom up by Codress this past weekend. ^^ I'm back around now! )))

As soon as she confirmed she was alone, Tread took a deep breath and was about to expel a very loud “warrior's scream” when all of the sudden… the leaf fell.

“The Enemy attacks!!!” She screamed out, every bit of hair she had on her scaly body stood up to attention, as if being erect would assist in her fighting ability. She jumped back immediately, waving her front legs around a bit in surprise of the leaf; swatting at the air like flies.

Caught up in her own surprise, she didn’t hear the soft voice of the aboreal; her eyes once again peering over her surroundings. She was not alone! She was panting hard as she continued to look around, still not knowing that it was nothing but a simple leaf that put her into high alert.

“Hello?” she said with a strong voice, trying her hardest not to let its pitch crack. “I’m a warrior… Come out and I will spare your life…” her voice wavered as she barked her demands; obviously she was not as decorated of a warrior as she appeared to be. Her lop ears seemed to twitch as she wiggled them around, trying to hear any subtle noises. “Where are you…” She whispered softly to herself as her eyes looked all around her, not even thinking to look up.

Sorry my reply's so late! Had some family stuff of my own these past couple of weeks.

Isle stared in surprise as the other sam did an impressive battle dance. As someone who spent as much time as possible moving as little as possible, this sam's energy amazed her. As sanguine as she was, Isle wasn't offended that this warrior wanted to fight her - or that Isle was apparently the enemy.

With a neat twist and flip, Isle swung to an even lower branch. She could move quickly when she wanted, and with her natural agility, it was easy for her to traverse the uneven canopy. Ha! she realized with a smile, the other sam still hadn't seen her!

She gripped the branch firmly with her back legs and her strong tail gave her extra support - Letting go with her front paws, she dangled there, too pleased to be annoyed when her mane fell into her eyes. Still smiling cheerfully, Isle called out, "Hi theyre! Looking for someone?"

[RikkuGirl]

((No worries! family is always first and I can always RP with the others *** Somewhere else *** xD hahahaha Take your time. And also anyone is welcome to join into this rp. Even if it is just a quick blurb of a character bumping into one of them and leaving... anything! Need a good story! ))

“THEY AYRE HEYRE! Battle foyrmation, BATTLE FOYRMATION!!” Tread bellowed out as a soft green face dropped in front of her unexpectedly. She went from such a strong “Warrior” to a bumbling fool, flopping about in sheer surprise; panicked. She took off into small circles until she got far enough away to assess the situation. She realized after her scramble that it was just a simple aboreal mare. She slowed down and finally took a breath.
“Don’t do that!” She said with a frustrated leer. “I thought you weyre the enemy…” She exhaled deeply and then glanced up at the dangling mare. “I’m not looking for anyone except my enemy… So, unless you are my enemy… you can assume, not YOU” She snorted in the mares direction; shaking her fluffy mane after to get it back into its glorious Trojan demeanor. Her eyes slit as she focused on the emerald mare. She was not fond of being scared or riled up, especially without armor to protect you!

“Who ayre you...?! You must be pyretty byrave... to botheyr a wayrrior like ME! Hmmm?” She said with gusto, stamping her hooves slightly. She started puffing up her chest but making sure to keep her back away from the stranger; you never know what they could do. Her display was ridiculously uncalled for, but she had something to prove it seemed.

[Rythe]

The refreshing scent of the deep wilds held the smile upon Kairah's muzzle as she flitted between one splotchy patch of shadow to the next with carefree steps that flowed together in a near dance. The youth's charcoal fur left her a zippy shadow trailed by the patchy gray and white smoke of her feathered wings. Scale edges etched faint lines through the fine fur of her face, and amber eyes blazed with every flash of light from the sun. Her hands whisked over supple brush and low-hanging leaves, turning this over and brushing aside that, ever in search of nature's elusive treasures of which her sharian parents always found themselves in need. A few potent herbs for the evening meal never went amiss either.

Breath caught hard in Kairah's chest and the young sa'enkeyn pulled herself up fast, a hand touching the hollow of her throat to support the ragged drags of air that were all her lungs could suddenly find. Not so bad this time. The tick of a grin tugged up at the corners of her mouth then held fast the second time. After an easier breath that was almost a sigh, she gingerly swept through a patch of fern with one dainty, digigrade foot, claws lightly scoring the supple plants and black earth beneath with their passing.

“The Enemy attacks!!!”

Slender ears perked at the distant shout and tiny, far away voice that carried like a whistle. Odd, that almost sounded like samanayr song. Kairah turned inquisitively and slunk toward the cry, peeking around tree trunks like a waft of smoke before slipping past them in search of creatures that were often smaller than even her diminutive standards.

“THEY AYRE HEYRE! Battle foyrmation, BATTLE FOYRMATION!!”

A small squeak slipped past Kairah's throat. A battle? A war? Out in the forest? Whatever possessed them to take such a thing here? The sa'enkeyn glanced back in hesitation, the smarter move for her, but surely her parents would want know a little more about what transpired so they could weigh her news properly? A finger curled the tips of the long fur that hugged her shoulders and spilled down the center of her back as she considered - Surely...Surely.

And so Kairah turned forward again, crept a little closer, skirted thick brush, and peeked over a mostly fallen log to suddenly find herself with an easy view of a soft green creature dangling openly and afore a samanayr of defiant poise and color. The bridge of her muzzle scrunched up with the quirk of her head at the thought of a formation of one and battle of two, if a battle were to erupt when one of the company seemed so very relaxed about the affair. Such bravado and lovely scales from the other, though...

[Jaes]

Isle continued to hang upside, chuckling to herself as the other sam pranced around. Amazing how much energy this sam had!

Her ears pricked as the sam mentioned enemies. Really? Enemies in this forest? Isle hadn't seen any signs of violence... But then again, she hadn't seen much of anything. Too busy lazing and lolling! Isle looked around in interest. "I'm not your enemy," she assured the other sam. "No one's enemy! Mm, that sounds too tiring."

She pondered over that for a moment when something occurred to her. "You're the one who distuyrbed me! Maybe your my enemy! But I hope not... Ayre you yreally a wayrrior?"

There was a quiet noise behind her and Isle's yellow eyes roamed over the foliage of the forest. Maybe there really was an enemy around? Mm... Isle considered ducking back up to the safety of the tree's top. It would certainly be quieter up there! But once again curiosity got the better of her. Her ears flicked around, trying to locate the creator of the other sound. She asked the other sam, "Heayr that? Is that your enemy?"

[RikkuGirl]

Treads hard demeanor turned soft as she began to relax, the mares confirmation of being no enemy to anyone, put her at ease; until the table was turned. “I am no enemy! Unless you ayre mine fiyrst!” She squealed out, her voice cracking into a higher pitch; she seemed uneasy though relaxed. Her face turned truly sour, like sucking on a lemon, when she was asked….

“Ayre you yreally a wayrrior?"

She instantly became offended. “Of course I’m a wayrrioyr!!"She regained her tense stance and felt her opposable hoofs start to dig into the dirt beneath them. Did she not LOOK like a warrior?! She had all her leaf arm.... No wait, no she didn’t! She had forgot it all fell off the day before.

She was such a flurry of emotion and thoughts that she didn’t realize it. She went soft for a second, UNTIL; the sound. Treads every hair stood straight up as the fear of the “TRUE ENEMY” arose; her new friend seeming to fuel her obsession. She hadn’t truly heard the noise but she wouldn’t chance that her real enemy, whoever that was, WAS indeed out there; RIGHT NOW!!

She spun around and started looking around, her gaze quickly flowing over all of the foliage. She squinted a few times but ultimately found nothing. She shivered slightly before turning back to the Aboreal mare.

“Don’t woyrry my lady, I will pyrotect you…” She was loud at first but her words trailed off “I think…” Her heart was pounding faster than the beat of hummingbird wings as she swallowed hard. Her instincts were telling her to run already but her heart was saying “STAY YOU WIMP! What would your song think?!” so she stayed and stood her ground, ignorant of the presence that observed the two from afar.

[Rythe]

Kairah shifted with nervous energy and ducked down at the rustle of her toes pushing a twig through leaf and brush. Her stance dropped forward onto her hands with the sharp movement, body held low as if ready to spring away and fingers digging into grass and moss in a way that felt normal and not. Two natures imprinted into a single body did that at times, and the gatherer's satchel pressing in at her hip didn't particularly help here...

Ears rose and strained tentatively even as she held her breath against causing any further sound. One, at least, was a warrior, but the other had such a sweet and sleepy tone that she couldn't imagine her being roused to violence or even a sharp disagreement from the impression her ears and brief glance had formed. But maybe those two were more 'wild' than the samanayrs she was accustomed to? And maybe they were just samanayrs... Kairah began to feel a little sheepish hiding as she was. Even a small sa'enkeyn like her was bigger than most of them, and she could escape with her wings if it really became nasty for whatever reason.

After a moment, Kairah popped up again and rested her hands on the log like the paws of a catgryph, gingerly propping herself up and in full view, but she hesitated an extra breath to form their words in her mind. The songs of the samanayr tongue weren't her strongest language, but that hardly meant she'd be scraping by with it either. "Bright Days!" she said with as much hopeful friendliness as she could muster. "You aren't, ah, going to battle, are you?"

[Jaes]

Isle was not a warrior! Not in any way, shape, or form. When the sam below her launched into a fighting stance, Isle did the exact opposite and rolled herself up into the leaves, curling her body up and covering her eyes. But peaking out a little from between her long claws. What an interesting day it'd been so far! Certainly worth waking up for!

But instead of seeing another sam, something else completely stepped out from the foliage. Furred and with wings, this new comer was certainly not what Isle had been expecting! And probably not what the brave warrior had been, either. Isle's heart was pounding faster than it had in a long time and with an unusual burst of energy, Isle unfurled and swung down to another branch, climbing quickly so she could get a better look. Her yellow eyes were wide - All traces of sleepiness gone now.

"Bright Days! You aren't, ah, going to battle, are you?"

Not an enemy... but maybe not a sam, either! Wonders of wonders, this day was turning out even better than her dreams. She said to the warrior sam, voice low and in a murmur, "One of your enemies? Seems very fyriendly!" But then she added thoughtfully as she studied the interloper, "Pyrobably."

[RikkuGirl]

You must be a spy...

Tread came to the most logical conclusion in her head. These were just spies. Sent by the enemy to follow her and keep her from finding her destiny armor. She would not be so easily fooled, NO! She eyed them both, their words and replies so simple and nice; it had to be a trap.

"Greetings... I don't think so..." she said simply. Her hair still standing on full alert, though that is not too far from normal. Tread squinted a bit to see the creature preaching "Bright days", an odd greeting she thought.

Who needs bright days when you can have success or victory?!

Tread snorted and grimaced at her thoughts, looking to Kairah and then to Isle. She finally regained all of her composure, the new intruder not even causing her to be on full alert anymore; she knew what they were about! Devious spies....

"I'm on a quest for my armor... Have you any knowledge of where one might find such treasure?" Tread decided to just ask a question of these spies, maybe they would slip and spill some valuable information about where they were keeping her armor.

[Rythe]

Kairah followed Isle's path over the branches above, head tilting curiously and ears angling forward for the movement and disturbed sway of leaves. What a unique samanayr to scurry through the trees so, she thought, and it had to be one for she had heard her song clear enough. An easily lost samanayr too - she could already imagine Isle sneaking up on unsuspecting souls... But for the moment, they seemed content to observe one the other, so Kairah let her gaze dip back to Tread with the query.

Armor? Kairah blinked. What battle could the feisty samanayr be marching towards? "I'm not sure about finding armor..." she let the note trail off thoughtfully, "But maybe you can get some made? Would fit better." As much as she had an idea on how that might come about, there was another matter to cover first. "What're you trying to find some armor foyr?" The keen question saw Kairah ease herself forward to a near perch on the log, braced atop with her hands and the claws of one foot, splotchy wings hunched and slender tail arced back in balance. "Wheyre would armor take a wayrrioyr like you that you couldn't go befoyre?"

Wasn't this all turning into quite the tale to tell her parents back home - if Kairah didn't simply bring it home with her!

[RikkuGirl]

Tread began to relax a bit as Kairah started to talk. She listened with her long ears contently, curious of this new stranger. She had to stop and think about her replies, the questions seeming to be a bit personal; to her anyway. "Hmmm... I seek armor foyr myself and foyr my song! My stallion is a true hero and so is our lead mare... I want to be like them! I want to protect my song and those I love... But I can't without ayrmoyr!" She looked down at the ground and frowned; stomping her right hoof. She was sad about the fact that she had no armor to fight with. "I would be destyroyed with one swipe...Without ayrmoyr to protect me..." She looked at Kairah with frustration, the truth leaving a sour taste in her mouth.

"My stallion is styrong enough to pyrotect us from the dangeyrs we face... but one day he may not be theyre and... I want to be yready! Especially if I am to motheyr a future Guayrd family!" She seemed determined to fulfill this goal, armor obviously her only focus at the current time but a lineage of guards her ultimate goal. "I yreally don't know wheyre I will get it... hoping maybe I can discoveyr something poweyrful and unique in my travels, you know? Maybe...meet a blacksmith?! I yreally dont know...I figuyre I would stayrt by seeing how I can become a Guayrd and go fyrom theyre...". She seemed to be very un-organized in her goals but determined to try in any way she could.

Tread stopped her gaze to the ground and moved it around, bouncing from one face to another, stopping on Kairah. "Do YOU know of anyone who can help me become a Guayrd?" Her gaze then flowed to Isle and back to Kairah again.

[Jaes]

Wearing armor? Isle almost shuddered at the thought of being weighed down with something like that. How would she nap? Or climb? ...Though maybe Tread didn't too much climbing, Isle allowed. Which was a pity. Poor ground-stuck sams, never able to explore the comforting heights of a tree.

"The tyrees give me the pyrotection I need," Isle said slowly as she considered Tread's questions. "Don't think leaves would do you much good, though they can be fun to weayr!" No, leaves would do much to deflect an attack, but as far as hiding went, they were great for camouflage! "Hmm."

Again Isle curled up her tail and climbed onto a branch. With her strong claws, she scratched off peels of bark, which fell down to the ground with soft thumps. And snipped off a few leaves, for good measure. ...And a couple of small branches. Maybe they could be swords?

"Tyree ayrmoyr!" she cheered as she dropped back down. She looked at Tread, motioning toward the pieces of bark. "Can you use these?"

So maybe bark and leaves weren't as strong as something a blacksmith could make - Isle thought they were infinitely more appealing!

[Rythe]

Tread's dream swelled up in Kairah's chest and touched her eyes with longing. Mother of a Guard family! Defender of her Song! Champion among Champions! Valiant, confident, and proud in her armor!

"I see!" Kairah said with a pleased air. The sa'enkeyn drew breath to continue but paused with another blink as strips of bark began plattering about on the forest floor. Isle reappeared with a final shower of tree bits that screwed Kairah's mouth up tight in bewilderment.

...Tree armor? Would it work? Eeeyehhh. Would it work well? No...maybe? Not for long? But Isle seemed so pleased with her offering that she couldn't help taking it up herself - They could use some wire to tie the bark together in plates, clasps for the decorative and concealing leaves... Kairah shook herself.

"Tree ayrmoyr could be a start!" the sa'enkeyn said agreeably if not entirely sure of herself, then dropped off her log to slink over to the nearest strip of bark on all fours. She gingerly plucked it up and then sat back with her legs crossed to examine it thoughtfully. Kairah slipped a small metal punch from her pouch that usually helped pry things free. The tool had a bit of a tip, and so she began boring a little hole into the bark with it.

((Agh, so sorry for the wait! Life took over my brain this month with so many things happening all at once. >.<))

[RikkuGirl]

(( No worries! I'm in the same boat! I'll reply to this today or tomorrow <333 Thanks for waiting guys! <333))

[RikkuGirl]

Tread saw the bark she was offered and frowned, it reminded her of the set she had already made from leaves; that the dummy had destroyed! Stupid Dummy. She nodded to Isle but declined with the same movement. She could not have natural armor, it had to be metal!

"Thanks... but I yreally need metal..." She looked to the distance, knowing a Sharian village wasn't TOO far. "I'm yready to head off!" Tread started to get restless, her multiple hooves padding the ground softly in place. She was excited to start an adventure. She had already told her song she may be gone for a while; her stallion understood her quest all too well. She looked to her two companions and questioned their motives. "Ayre you guys coming or am I doing this alone?"

She looked determined, to do it one way or the other. Should they choose to join, might seal their fate. She knew this but couldn't chance taking away someones quest for glory, even if it wasn't her own. Truly, all she could focus on... was her armor.

[Jaes]

Isle grabbed a mouthful of leaves and chewed them slowly. Maybe they wouldn't make the best armor, but they couldn't be beaten in terms of taste. The sa'enkeyn seemed to have a similar idea. It was too bad that Tread hadn't agreed! With interest, Isle watched Kariah's deft hands as she worked.

With a thoughtful scratch at her ears with one of her long claws, she debated Tread's question. "I'll come," she said, glancing at sa'enkeyn. She added as she plucked another leaf, "Still think tyrees give the best protection."

The arboreal swung down even lower, closer to the other two.It would mean delaying her nap even longer, but even she had to admit that this was by far the most interesting thing she'd been part of in ages. Ever!

Not that she had any idea of where metal would be found. "Wheyre ayre you going?" she asked Tread. She raised her eyes to the sa'enkeyn as she admitted, "I don't know wheyre anything is beyond the tyrees."

((Blarghhh so sorry for the delay! Also have been crazy busy. I love Tread's armor! I'm so glad she got it!))

[RikkuGirl]

(( <3 Thank you so much Jaes! I'm sorry that I haven't responded much too. I think life has gotten a bit clustered. Plus she got her armor. ^_^;; I wasn't expecting to get it! lmao. Think I'm gonna close this for now. If that is ok. <333 Thanks for rping with me guys :3<3))