Prompt: Draw or write your Reosean performing tasks that involve strength to help free the Matriarch. This could be moving supplies between teams, mining a closer path to the surface from her cavern, or attempting to break the wall she in encased in with whatever you find. This process will not be painless for her.
Naros knew she was messing with their new friends, but as per their unspoken agreement, he would only intervene if someone was going to get hurt or if she went back to stealing. The chaser studiously avoided his gaze, but that didn't stop him from shooting her a disappointed look. Things would be much better if she just *behaved*... but then, she wouldn't be Kinosa.
He shook his head as he followed Mendras' lead and began hauling from his pile. His 'should definitely be empty by now' pile. Although, considering that the resident jokester had come out of hiding of her own free will and did seem interested enough to lend a paw, he would bet krones that those suspiciously appearing rocks were from the wall, saving them some back and forth.
"Ethel, are you doing okay?" he said, noticing the sheen of sweat on her pretty coat.
“I am NOT—huh?” Mendras growled then stopped abruptly. He heard a click and felt the straps fall to the ground. Ethel had leaned over and unhooked him.
“Help me.” She stated and gave him a look that said *or else.*
Mendras climbed into the cart without glancing at Kinosa. He didn’t need to see her face to know that she would keep up her innocent facade.
She looked confused, "Magic? What do you mean? Whirl just brought more than you did. Are you that insecure that you feel the need to accuse me?" she said, looking offended on the puller's behalf.
'*Please,*' she thought, confident, '*I've been playing this game longer than all of you brats combined have been alive.*'
“There’s just no end to them!” Ethel huffed. She took a moment to catch her breath before going back to the corner of the Naro’s cart she somehow couldn’t clear.
“Hold on, how exactly are you helping?” Mendras narrowed his eyes at Kinosa as Ethel continued pulling chunk after giant chunk of crystal and rock out of the cart. “This is magic right? How.”
“Mendras!” Ethel hissed.
“I’m not trying to be rude,” Mendras explained though his tone said otherwise. “I’m just curious.”
Being too small and frankly uninterested in physical labor, the purple chaser trotted beside their group, unburdened.
"Kinosa," Naros sighed, "didn't you say you were going to help out?" He struggled to pull his cart over a bump in the road, while Kinosa merely strode past it with a smug saunter. "Who says I'm not?" she answered with a toothy grin.
The hall was winding and uneven, but fortunately not that long. Another team, with carry-on bags, was waiting for them to fly the debris back to the surface. Even though both carts had left the wall with a similar load, for some reason, when they unloaded their cargo, Naros' pile was *noticeably* larger. He quirked his head quizically at the piles; his partner sat beside him, the picture of clueless innocence.
FourDayz Staff Member
The Shattered Binding Event
Prompt: Draw or write your Reosean performing tasks that involve strength to help free the Matriarch. This could be moving supplies between teams, mining a closer path to the surface from her cavern, or attempting to break the wall she in encased in with whatever you find. This process will not be painless for her.
Featured Reoseans:
Ethel 13478
A22: Kinosa
Naros 14587
Just here for the CP:
Mendras 16720
By FourDayz and Renya06
2025-02-24 17:25:23
Feature Comment
Likes
Renya
Naros knew she was messing with their new friends, but as per their unspoken agreement, he would only intervene if someone was going to get hurt or if she went back to stealing. The chaser studiously avoided his gaze, but that didn't stop him from shooting her a disappointed look. Things would be much better if she just *behaved*... but then, she wouldn't be Kinosa. He shook his head as he followed Mendras' lead and began hauling from his pile. His 'should definitely be empty by now' pile. Although, considering that the resident jokester had come out of hiding of her own free will and did seem interested enough to lend a paw, he would bet krones that those suspiciously appearing rocks were from the wall, saving them some back and forth. "Ethel, are you doing okay?" he said, noticing the sheen of sweat on her pretty coat.
2025-03-14 21:21:53
Feature Comment
Likes
FourDayz Staff Member
“I am NOT—huh?” Mendras growled then stopped abruptly. He heard a click and felt the straps fall to the ground. Ethel had leaned over and unhooked him. “Help me.” She stated and gave him a look that said *or else.* Mendras climbed into the cart without glancing at Kinosa. He didn’t need to see her face to know that she would keep up her innocent facade.
2025-03-13 15:56:03
Feature Comment
Likes
Renya
She looked confused, "Magic? What do you mean? Whirl just brought more than you did. Are you that insecure that you feel the need to accuse me?" she said, looking offended on the puller's behalf. '*Please,*' she thought, confident, '*I've been playing this game longer than all of you brats combined have been alive.*'
2025-03-13 15:12:12
Feature Comment
Likes
FourDayz Staff Member
“There’s just no end to them!” Ethel huffed. She took a moment to catch her breath before going back to the corner of the Naro’s cart she somehow couldn’t clear. “Hold on, how exactly are you helping?” Mendras narrowed his eyes at Kinosa as Ethel continued pulling chunk after giant chunk of crystal and rock out of the cart. “This is magic right? How.” “Mendras!” Ethel hissed. “I’m not trying to be rude,” Mendras explained though his tone said otherwise. “I’m just curious.”
2025-03-13 14:06:42
Feature Comment
Likes
Renya
Being too small and frankly uninterested in physical labor, the purple chaser trotted beside their group, unburdened. "Kinosa," Naros sighed, "didn't you say you were going to help out?" He struggled to pull his cart over a bump in the road, while Kinosa merely strode past it with a smug saunter. "Who says I'm not?" she answered with a toothy grin. The hall was winding and uneven, but fortunately not that long. Another team, with carry-on bags, was waiting for them to fly the debris back to the surface. Even though both carts had left the wall with a similar load, for some reason, when they unloaded their cargo, Naros' pile was *noticeably* larger. He quirked his head quizically at the piles; his partner sat beside him, the picture of clueless innocence.
2025-03-12 21:24:37
Feature Comment
Likes