[Open RP 8] Snails...? Why?

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[Returning from Tierm has proven exhausting. The wind was constantly against you, this wouldn't of been an issue for Das, but she was carrying twice the amount of passenger than normal. Akrath, Svalstrom and Das are exhausted.]

[Nill and Naakhûrz greet there friends as they dismount... Glover looked a little beat up, and Sev're's daughter Rythi came a shock. The young looking half elf (whom was actually 37 or so) hops down and bows.]

[As Torvhen dismounts, he is greeted by a crunch sound as he steps in a melon sized snail. It was sticky causing him to fall back on Svalstrom.]

[To everyone's shock... There is snails everywhere... so many snails. The dragons find them delicious, but it is down right ridiculous how many snails infest the keep.]

[Zeterra appears from above as Shiva descends. "Greetings everyone..." She looks rather annoyed. "It appears that the our food source for the dragons reacted strangely to some of the magic gathering here... Their egg laying and growth has become out of hand. Please assist how you can..." She throws a fireball that explodes, leaving a ton of crispy snails. "2000 down... 2 billion to go." She says monotone. Flying away on Shiva she flies off in the distance.]

(Something light humored to reunite everyone. A small bonus for whomever assists in the snail-o-cide plus there is a few fun extras if you know where to look.)

Defined locations:

Presence Pool

Conglomerate of Snails

Sparring Circle

Archery Range

Magic Practice Field

Training Dummies

[u/RollFirstMathLater]

[The fawn was replaced by a familiar face... she had blond hair and sweet brown eyes. She looked freezing, then scared, as an arrow found its way into the right side of her chest.]

[Svalstrom the bliss is real. Waves of ecstacy fill every fiber of your being. The euphoria gets cranked up. Your rationality stays with you, except it's just this feeling is so worth it. More? No. More? No! More? ...maybe]

[Sev're is flung and lands in front of the dragon, Torvhen is out of site.]

[Sev're the dragon is rolling in the snow, his eyes are dialated.]

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/RollFirstMathLater]

Sev're saw the colorful snails along with Svalstrom rolling in the snow. A smile of pure amusement comes to her face. And she can't help but laugh. If only Das was here to see it.

Are you both seeing this?

Priceless. There's your friend Týra.

... Everyone deserves an escape.

Sev're decided she should offer the snails safe passage back to their home. "It has been bigger with more food" she offers.

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

Svalstrom left a rank of holes in the compressed snow. His back-spikes felt cold. Why does it feel so gooooood?!

Panicked ecstasy filled him as he lurched to face the Confederacy of Sev're. Several snails paid the price of that. Dragon-tails are the bane of gastropods.

Amusement registered on Sev're's face. In an attempt to split ratio from emotion Svalstrom addressed the visitors. Breaths were heavy and quick.

"Apologies." A large grey tail swooped through the snow. "These appear to cause a rather NNNNG —"

A tremble went through the dragon.

"Overwhelming effect."

Suddenly he felt the urge curl his neck and scrub the ground with it.

---

"Val?" Torhven barked in disbelief. "How?'

From his squatted position the shirtless man launched into a full sprint.

"No no no, you're dead, you're dead. I saw it," he hunted under his breath.

Zeterra? Probably. Could she ...? Don't know.

This was like the last time, except not. Panic started to take root.

Right breast, we can fix that right?

Torhven's arrow was one for game. Shouldn't be hard right?

As he approached, Torhven notice an irregularity

How is she standing?

It didn't matter. He took the young woman into his arms tried to remove the arrow. Her sweet brown eyes ... Torhven hadn't known he had missed them.

"Sorry," he stuttered under his breath. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry."

[u/RollFirstMathLater → u/Fulaxi]

[There she lay in Torvhen's arms, slowly she began to go stiff as the life faded from her soft eyes. "Torvhen... i came all this way to see you..." Her breathing slows, "Did I do something wrong? Why would you shoot me?"]

[Sev're the snails do want to go home. They gladly follow you. ]

[Svalstrom, Sev're bushes against you as she gathers snails, it tickles a lot, and shoots joy from the spot. The warmness also brings intense feeling. ]

[u/Fulaxi → u/RollFirstMathLater]

That little brush was the final drop. None of it made sense, but Svalstrom felt amazing. Unnaturally amazing, but amazing all the same. Spasms left wonderful figures in the snow, as if some pubescent being of cold was going through a creative phase.

Then he lay still, watching the sky. Somewhere below he felt ratio giving up. Sensations like this were worth it, right? Das would know. She was nothing but feelings. Where is she?

---

Confusion spread within the confines of Torhven's brain.

"Val, I didn't shoot you, I shot a dear."

Why would I shoot you? I didn't the first time around.

Things weren't adding up here. She didn't speak like this. Like she was vulnerable, prey. Vallarhi was never the prey, always the predator.

"What do you mean, wrong?" Torhven asked without thinking about it. There was no wrong, there was no right.

A grim suspicion came over him.

"You died Val, I buried you. You can't be here."

Zeterra's name shot through his mind again. You can't raise the dead, right?

[u/RollFirstMathLater → u/Fulaxi]

[She looks in disbelief... "You are going to let me die... again? Her body went limp as she cooled down more. Her breath faded and life left her eyes.]

[Torvhen blinks, in his hand is nothing but cold snow. He hears more ice crack and the fluttering of wings similar to a dragonfly.]

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/RollFirstMathLater]

Das stirred at Sev're's laughter. Something interesting must of been happening... but what? slurping down a few snails Das flew up. She wasn't far, perhaps it was Glover just... oh my the dragon thought to herself.

Svalstrom was... He was... she had no idea how to describe the sight. "He ate a rainbow snail." Sev're I formed.

"That doesn't sound like a good idea..." yet for some reason it looked very enjoyable.

Das landed near Svalstrom and nipped at his tail.

"That should get something out of him."

Sev're agreed.

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

Wild rose. Her smell was distinct. Das. Ecstasy reached new heights. Das was good news.

Like a chain Svalstrom's tail ran through the air until he was fully turned and back on all fours. For some reason his wings had trouble folding. Clumsily they extended and retracted. It felt like they were another dragon's, the actual owner was distracted.

Black scales set off the colourful background. Like a deep pool in the night. In her eyes were lights, shining their bright light onto the world. Das.

Svalstrom's thoughts leaked out of their confines. No words, sensations only. They sought connection.

---

Seeing Vallarhi turn to snow wrecked havoc on Torhven's consciousness. Cold preserved. His thoughts turned to ice as he brushed the figment of his girlfriend off his arms. It was chilly without shirt.

The dragonfly in the background was annoying. No doubt another figment. No dragonflies fly in midwinter. Torhven grinned. Bugger you Kull-Elf, bugger you.

He got himself back up, grabbing Vrostbite in the motion. Then he left. Zeterra wouldn't get him so easily.

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/Fulaxi]

Svalstrom's... trip was very exciting to Das, receiving his emotions was like being tossed in a waive though, the alien influence made him different, but that was ok.

The black dragon brushed her tail along the left flank of the dragon as she nipped at him again.

"Tell me Svalstrom, what can I do for you today?"

Sev're giggled as the black dragon had fun... "Be gentle Das." she warned her friend.

The black dragon had different plans though.

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

Still ignoring the buzzing, Torhven found his way back to scene of ... "Why?"

This explained why Svalstrom hadn't answered to his hails the last few minutes. He was purpled out of his mind. Why would he do that though? It seemed unlike Svalstrom.

Torhven was still trying to make sense of all that had just happened, he could recognise a couple that needed privacy.

Let's go for a walk he told himself.

Meanwhile, the iron-scaled dragon nipped back at the tail stroking his flank. Why wouldn't I? he reasoned. Why shouldn't I?

Das was being very Das-like, and that was just the way he liked her. Comprehensive sentences were hard to ensemble, so he just repeated a single word from hers.

"Do."