RP:To Hunt Stygian Unicorns
The area here is moist and reeks of an ill unknown smell. In the middle of this place is a pond, black like oil it ripples with uncontrollable evil. You feel sick here for some reason, and the air in this place seems colder than anywhere else. The pond is no ordinary corrupted pool, and holds a powerful magic from within, perhaps it's best you not meddle with such a thing and travel on before you anger or bother the inhabitants of this place.
A kraken is here.
Hector crouches behind some reeds, waiting for the elusive herd to make their appearance. She turns to her ragtag bunch who have gathered for their own reasons to help capture their own Stygian Unicorn. While they wait, Hector passes around a few jars that make a dull buzzing sound. Her murmured instructions can barely be heard, but she hopes that everyone hears what's being said. "There's something I need to remember about getting close to the herd. The answer is in the jar. Can't seem to remember what...just that we'll need these jars." Out past her lookout, the kraken munches solemnly on a handful of scattered peanuts that some errant wayfarer had cast aside, presumably to placate the aquatic monster.
Daisy brushes her paws together to rid them of peanut dust. Good thing she had those! She's also glad she doesn't have to crouch like everyone else. There is a bonus to being small sometimes and those reeds are quite taller than she is. Two of those jars are taken so she can hand one to Rilling. Who the heck brings a toddler to a place like this? Psh. You show me a little girl that doesn't want to see a unicorn. Besides. This little humanoid dragoness will nom the crap out of you. "Just hold this," she whispers.
Kirien's attentions are arrested by the dark bulk of the kraken and the abyssal pool it calls home. Oddly, it seems this unwavering focus is mutual - the great cephalopod is watching the terramancer intently as it crunches on the peanuts Daisy brought. Kirien fishes about in his own pockets as he kneels beside the others, expression thoughtful. He's sure he had some...ah, there. Fingers curl round the little nuts while he takes the jar in his other hand, raising it to eye level as if he thinks that squinting at the dirty glass from only a centimetre away will help him to see its contents. It doesn't, of course, but Kirien murmurs, "Interesting," all the same, before he balances the bottle on his thigh. Glancing blindly over at the kraken again, he raises a hand to wibble his fingers at it in a decidedly curious manner. What's even stranger? The kraken waves back.
Rilling is dwarfed by the tall grass. And to think Daisy though Sage had it bad this was just bloody ridiculous. The little dragonling already had enough trouble manoeuvring around in this blasted form normally. Factor in grass that towers over you and trips you at every turn and this place is practically a deathtrap. The child has tripped probably around 12 so times Now and was becoming increasingly familiar with the floor. By the time she was handed a jar from Fluffy-Tail, she was already a little out of it from all the falls to her sensitive noggin. Rilling was a hardy persistent little bugger. She was covered in bruises, scrapes, bumps, and her face seemed to have a permanent layer of dirt covering it. Or at least that's how it seemed. She was a good spirit about it all though smiling through her increasing frustration. This Is until she took a few steps while holding onto the jar and face planted again dropping it and having it shatter. She didn't even want to get up this time as she moaned and growned. This was all part of her form conditioning though it had to be done and the more physicality she expressed in straining it, the sooner she could whip it into a reasonable shape so simple things like 'walking like a decent person' were actually possible.
A wiry dragon of a sixteen foot length with lustrous black scales, wing span of eighty feet having purple tint with a constant remaining black with strong fiery veins coursing through out the wing's web. On the wing's claws dropped an acidic The tail bending down towards the ground as the spade slowly began to spread open to aid in her hunt, ready to fling acid at a target to help slow it down if she needed. Shaking cream colored horns that protrude from each side of her head, wrapping around projecting forward would be noted as she struggled to smell out some prey the area being already foul helped hide her own scent of rotten vegetation and foul water, aiding the dragon's scent to blend in well with the ill smells of these parts. The crest made of peaked bone spikes traveling down from between her horns down to the bottom of her spine bristled at a steady speed sniffing the air for others near spotting a heard of unicorns out in the open no one else seemed to be nearby, a few miles from the pond. The jaw dropped opening the mouth to reveal the shiny coppery-red fangs with the constant sulpurous light glowing, drool like acid fell from the dragon's mouth eager to taste some of the unicorns. The area was shady making her able to camouflage in well since this land seemed to be touched by darkness, a perfect home for the black. Moving out of the shadows came a deep growl that would make the grounds rumble, causing the unicorn the fuss about it, the poor things unable to smell the gigantic lizard ready for attack. Slamming itself through anything in the way she took off running with a loud fierce roar sending out the sulpurous light orb coated in her black acid towards the middle of the herd causing them to all charge towards the strange pond in a hurry. Acid being shook off the wings to burn into the unicorn's flesh to aid in slowing them down, the spade of the tail tossing balls of acid on some causing a few to fall down screaming in pain from the slow burning death, the dragon would grab the few that fell down to toss them up in the air raising up on the hind legs to let gravity aid in a quick swallow it was a feast! Giving the herd time to make it to the pond as Keera would slowly sneak up again on them. The unicorns would show burns on their flesh and stomping there hoofs around trying to figure a way to defend their selves allowing the others in the area to see them before the dragon would decide when to attack to get more food. Once the dragon got back to the area she used the shadows again to hide behind a tree ling of the open area, able to see a good way and the other beings shaking her head spotting Daisy as well as Rilling accompanied by other in the area, this would be a problem her huge form might step on someone, still not having noticed the Kraken.
Quinmyutiotu finds herself watching Kirien and the kraken, drumming her fingers idly on the lid of the jar passed to her. "You're knowing lots of the critters and things, Wraithy One~" she comments with a whisper. "I would like to be meeting your friends sometime, yes?" She couldn't imagine what sorts of fascinating friends Kiri might have. The dryad sat up properly for a moment in effort to peer over Kirien's shoulder at the kraken, then froze when the already dark area around them was cast in a dragon-shaped shadow. When its roar found her ears, her remaining eye flew in every direction in attempt to locate its source, but to no avail. Instead, her eye found the fleeing unicorns near the pond. "Eeehaay~" Quin whispers, while giving the terramancer near her a gentle nudge with her elbow, "There are being the Horned Ones here now." The sound of a shattering jar nearby is just barely heard by her, having been drowned out by the racket the dragon. She marvels at the appearance of the unicorns, having never seen one before, then leans over to whisper to Kirien a third time. "Are you thinking these are the nice critters? I am wanting to be their friend~"
Hector is unphased by the unorthodox entrance of the unicorns, but their panic is another story. The injured equines whinny in pain, and trumpet nervously. The wounds themselves begin to attract mist. The tarnished silver hides drawing a pure silvery coat of vapor that soothes the flesh, and the mind as well. As the mist rises, time seems to fade into obscurity, and one could almost forget...everything. Hector begins to feel her memory fading away, and hasn't the foggiest idea what to do. Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. Through the haze of forgetfulness, a low buzzing counters the effects of the lethe mist. "Quick!" Hector shouts, no longer hiding from the unicorns. "Open the jars, before you forget about the unicorns." She opens her own jar to release the gnat. Without waiting to see if the others do the same, she darts out with a leather harness and attaches it to a filly, groggy from the same mists that were meant to protect it. Sadly, this is as far as the misguided dryad got. Mother unicorns shake off the mist quite a bit faster than their young, apparently. Hector wishes in hindsight that she'd kept a potion close at hand for this eventuality.
Daisy really wants to throw something at Keera for scaring and harming and... Don't eat them, damnit! She flicks a wrist and that tree there by Keera actually hauls a branch back to smack Keera on the rump. Does it hit? Who knows. Sometimes dragons move out of the way and sometimes they are smited by sweet kittens. Did anyone see her do that? She glances around, glad everyone is distracted by the unicorns. Oh so pretty unicorns! She doesn't dart like Hector does. She kind of just wanders into the clearing in a daze. "I just want to pet one..." Pet one what. Open the jars. Did you hear that? Open the jar, kitten! And she does. She also falls to her knees somewhat close to a very small unicorn. "Come here, pet." Tail in the air, she stretches a paw out with her chest to the ground. "I won't hurt you." Curious creatures are curious and the little unicorn stays as far back as she can while trying to sniff that paw.
Kirien, tearing his gaze from the kraken, glances back over his shoulder to Quin and whispers, "Squid like me. It's a thing I have. I've never met this one before, but she seems all right-- et sure, I'll take you to meet some one time." As he speaks, the kraken ceases its munching and slips smoothly into murky depths, where all is silent and it can take refuge from the oncoming chaos; for chaos does indeed arrive as the ancient beast sensed, and it takes the form of a herd of panicked unicorns and their concealed hunter. The horses are patchy with acid burns and blood, shrieking and snorting, pawing restlessly at the ground, and then comes the mist snaking in their wake. It sneaks in without warning and has thickened the air in seconds, coiling about the pool in an eerie parade of shadowed phantoms and formless demons, drifting to feed from the agonised unicorns and soothe both their wounds and their terrified minds. A sense of languid 'peace' descends, though this tranquility is edged with something distinctly more malicious; a hint to the way it affects those trapped within the cloud. Caught within its grip, Kirien almost feels as though he might float away and lose himself to thoughtless oblivion, and suddenly, the unicorns do not seem so dazzling any more. Their dull silver coats are transformed into a shimmering haze of confusion (what are they? why were they here, in the first place...?), though he has no way of seeing such apparitions, and luckily escapes that bewildering sight. In the jar he clutches loosely, the gnat bumps against the glass a couple of times and in doing so, sends a ripple of vibration rushing through the empath's body. The motions are enough to jar him out of this queer, false bliss with a blink and a twitch, realising he was almost carried off. On instinct he stops breathing - he has no real need to draw in air, anyway. The terramancer is not wholly sure if it will do him any good, though, especially when Hector tells him that opening a bottle will stave off the encroaching fog he appeared to almost have lost his mind to. A little disorientated and fuzzy, but recalling the sensation that shook him out of his daze, Kirien quickly pops the lid off the bottle and the imprisoned gnat comes shooting out with a loud buzz, almost indignant. The little mnemnat flits around him and seems almost to push back the mist - the blind man realises with a spark of intrigue that the feeling is akin to a sound barrier, and muses to himself once again, "Very interesting..." Hopping out of the reeds, taking note of the lack of lounging kraken in the pool, he instead initiates a dance of sorts with one of the injured unicorns, the two circling each other in a wary sort of fashion. The mare huffs, eyes narrowed, her coat still sizzling softly from the acid coating her hindquarters. Kirien cants his head and swishes his tail, and murmurs, "Easy, girl. I'm no danger to you."
Rilling is in a whole other world now, with her grand fall from earlier mixed in with what appears the unicorns going crazy, she of course can't see this being faceplanted on the ground. Let's also not forget the fact that she's a pipsqueak who is practically feet away from being able to see over the grass standing up. On the ground, she'd be lucky if she were able to see the peak of an anthill. Rolling struggles to push herself to her feet screw times each resulting in her arms giving out as she attempts to excerpt the pressure needed to get herself back on her feet. She is just this close, that is until something makes her start to tire greatly. Her head felt like it had a dagger piercing it from the inside. Woozy, she is on the urge of passing out when at the last moment a little gnat floats above her head dispelling majority of the problem A sense of optimism and adrenaline returns. One last time she pushes her flabby arms to the ground trying to get herself off the ground. It diverse this time as she semi-stumbles with each step, appearing as that a simple breeze in her general direction would floor her again. Mixing Alrighty poor balance and coordination with daze enhancing mist is not at all favorable unless you like eating dirt that is. Finally able to look around, Rilling turns around slowly 360 degrees trying to take in what exactly has been going on around her. Ugh, she reels absolutely horrid *hic!* wait? Why did I just randomly hickup, ah, their is no time for that gave to focus brain. W-what are these animals? Rilling hasn't the slightest freakin idea. They are simply the prettiest thing she's ever seen and her brain becomes overstimulated just by sensing them not quite able to move right now, it's odd for some reason the adult unicorns seem to encircle her slowly approaching. They either trust her or don't perceive her as a threat for whatever reason, fine by me she thinks as she falls over head first again. This is gonna hu-oh wait she didn't fall. With only a slight bump she opens her eyes. She had convienetky fell upon an angle having her head collide with the side of a unicorn. Unknown to her they we're actually heling her despite the danger it must pose not running away from the black dragon. They didn't seem to mind their burns. Rilling either, in fact she had been oblivious to their pain thecwhole time never noticing. She must of closed her eyes and some point, because the next thing she sees is she is high up, hey she was atop a Inicorn Stallion. Mesmerized she looks all around her in disbelief still sorta out of it while three other unicorns followed her and the unicorn she is currently atop of.
Keera's head being so big the branch had gotten entangled in her large horns, rolling her blues as she began to change into her six foot three inches human form, adorn in her leather tunic and pants that were torn and shredded in places from so many hunts and training being careless about the clothing since she was not accustom to such things. Looking in direction where Daisy was, so tempted to sneak up on her and ruin the sight for the branch smack knowing only her to have the guts to do it to her, maybe she was even her friend? No, dragons don't have friends with two legs. But was she? Ugh, it was all confusing especially Firewing. Wild black tangles of hair was around her shoulder's as she moved into view brushing it away to reveal her electric blues with the scales still shimmering just along the edge of her face, having been able to change the size and color just in that area to match the flesh tone she had chosen. Watching them all seem amazed at such creatures, envying them for how they all gawked over them. But why not her? She is majestic and beautiful too. This just made her want to slaughter the unicorns even worse. Watching Rilling being carried around by pure food made her growl, almost wanting to charge at the creatures again, the closer Keera got to the beast the more unnerved they could possibly become. Glaring at everyone now, she was not pleased they were in her way of food. "Do you all have to be in my way? I swear whenever I hunt some two leg is in my damn way!" She growled out barely able to understand in common other than she was highly annoyed at them all. Looking to Rilling keeping a close eye on them, amazed they were not trying to attack her due to her being of dragon and a dragon just attacking half the herd.
Even though Kirien is speaking to her and normally she would be fully attentive to him, utterly fascinated by every word, her expression seems to have changed behind the dragonscale mask on her face. That eerie mist managed to creep within just enough for her to completely draw a blank. In her confused daze, the dryad's mouth fell open and snapped shut multiple times, and a ragged "Eugahh~?" eventually rolled out. It seems that Quin has forgotten how words work, and any grasp of language has flown out of the window. The sudden loss of memory continues, and she stands then removes one hand from the jar that she once tightly held to her for reasons unknown. Chatter with hands, quick gestures that she has known and familiarized herself with since childhood are all but lost as her inky fingertips move in sluggish, unsure patterns. The dexterity of her hands is all but gone when suddenly the jar slips from her other hand's loosening grasp. Unfortunately, but at the very same time fortunately for her, it shatters right on top of her bare foot. The gnat encased within swoops up from the bits of broken shards that cut into the dryad's flesh, and makes itself comfortable within the beak portion of her mask. Quin bites back a pained yelp when her senses finally return, and for a moment she peers down at the green fluid oozing out of her cut flesh. While trying to shrug it off, she carefully steps through the reeds at a slight crouch, hobbling a bit from the pain shooting up her leg thanks to that injured foot. Her remaining eye searches through the mist for the peculiar unicorns as she takes in a sharp breath while wincing, frowning slightly at the buzzing gnat captured within her mask. She wanted to befriend a big one, or at least get a good look at on- Bingo. "Aah~" The dryad grins slightly as the mist clears a bit, and she makes out the massive shape of a stallion. Almost immediately she sets to work; Flattened hands with palms facing together spread apart, unspoken words rapidly mouthed upon silent lips. The flesh in one empty palm splits open, allowing for thin, spidery vines to grow out, twisting and plying together into the thickness of a rope as they extend themselves from the dryad's flesh. Digits from her free hand coil tightly around the rope-vine when it touches the empty palm, and Quin continues her cautious steps, quickening their pace as she draws near. Then she leaps, landing with an unpleasant thud on the unicorn's back, and immediately that ever-growing vine rope is coiled around the beast's neck. He doesn't notice the added weight immediately, luckily for Quin, but once it does, the stallion begins to thrash about wildly in attempt to knock its unwanted rider off. Quin's magic-tinged screeching can be heard mixing with his bellowing, and she's rag dolled almost completely off of its back. The thick coils of vines around his neck prevents her from completely falling off, but now she dangles at an awkward angle on its side, legs coiled around his midsection for dear life. The plant life growing from the dryad reacts on its own, taking advantage of her foot injury by sprouting similar vines as the planty rope from her hands, but these wrap around the unicorn's side as it continues to buck and flail about. It appeared that he was just as stubborn as she was. Quin would break him soon enough, hopefully.
Hector holds very still, while the protective mare examines her filly. It snuffles around the harness, searching for anything that could be construed as offensive, any reason to run the henbane dryad through. Oddly enough, where the harness crosses acid-burns, the flesh is healing faster. The henbane dryad peers out of the corner of her eye at the amazing acceptance of the child by the herd, and her cousin trying to break a large stallion for riding. Hector can appreciate the sentiment, but she believes her way has a higher chance of success. The filly rises slowly out of the fugue, to find an oiled cloth harness attached to itself. A few nudges, sniffs, and prods from both the filly and her mother find nothing to warrant drastic action. Mother unicorn huffs a warning to the stilled Hector, and turns to drink from the pond. Slowly, the henbane dryad moves closer to settle the harness more comfortably on the filly's back. It becomes evident why the filly is healing faster: the oils on Hector's hands, while toxic to most species, react favorably with this unique breed of unicorn that frequents the deadlands. The mare sees that the dryad isn't doing any harm, and shakes its mane to straighten it. Hector continues her ministrations to the filly's delight. It butts her with its head affectionately. Liking the feeling, the young unicorn repeats the action several more times, almost spearing the poor apothecary. The filly's mother whichers softly, perhaps warning the filly to be gentle. Then again, she might just be saying, "Now, now, dearie. We can't spend -all- our time rolling around in the henbane." Hector waits for the mare to take a larger drink, and leads the prancing, enthusiastic, and completely unresisting filly behind the reeds. The potion spritzed behind covers their physical tracks as well as blocking the scent. As a last precaution, Hector fires a poisoned dart at mother mare while she's drinking. The whinny of pain at the sting is muffled by the murky waters, and the lethe mist is thick enough that it is doubtful the mare would even remember she had a filly...at least long enough to get very, very, very far away.
Daisy looks away from that unicorn sniffing her paw just long enough to take in what everyone else is doing. That is what they came for. To capture them, right? Or eat them. She presses a finger to her lips to politely hush Keera. "They're not food." She looks back at the group and wishes cameras were invented already. How beautiful is this? Even the maniacal unicorn Quin has found herself on is beautiful. Burn it to memory, folks - tis a lovely sight. Back to your own uni, dear kitten. This one is so tiny. Like a puppy. It must be a runt. Like Daisy. She smiles and produces an apple from her bag. Unicorns like apples! A little granny smith apple lures the unicorn into Daisy's lap. It noms the treat while the kitten pets her.
Kirien takes a measured step to the right. The mare sidles left. Round and round they go for some tense moments more, each getting a feel for the other unfamiliar being, until the terramancer senses the unicorn's fear abating slightly and gives another gentle flick of his tail. "You're all right, girl," he tells her softly, his tone laced with empathic energy to further calm her - it works its way into her own emotions, subtly influencing the change. Halting then, he brings up a hand, stretching his fingers out to bridge the empty air between them. He does not touch and merely offers his open palm; and after a short pause she takes the step forward to initiate contact, brushing her muzzle against his skin, lips nibbling at his fingers. Kirien's lips quirk in a small smile. A cursory glance over the unicorn's shoulder and he watches Quin's reckless antics as she makes the leap onto the stallion's back, and that smile swiftly widens into a fuller grin. His focus is drawn back to the mare when she nudges her head against his hand again and the empath moves slowly along her left side, tracing a hand over her cheek, down her neck, following the contours of her muscles until he pauses over the open wounds where caustic acid has ravaged skin and silvery hair alike. "You've done enough, I think," Kirien says to the tall, dark-haired woman accusing them of stealing her prey, "I suggest tu find something else for dinner, madame." There is no real emotion in the words, but judging by the faintly steely glint in his eye, he won't appreciate her arguing. That said, he turns attentions to the unicorn's injuries, humming thoughtfully. The gnat is still flitting about his head and joins in with a noisy buzz. Only briefly does the terramancer contemplate before he murmurs, "We'll have to get this seen to," and then utters a curious word. It sounds somewhat like the sharp crack of shattering rock, alive with magic, and it hisses and spits across his tongue and into the misty air. Behind Kirien, the damp, muddy ground surrounding the lake shifts, oozing closer, directed by the blind man's talented hand to cover the raw, exposed flesh. It's not a healing mask of any kind, but the cool mud will at least help to further soothe the blinding pain. Kirien shoots Keera another, careful, glance.
Rilling is completely fading out of what is happening. It is not like she is taming these unicorns as pets, it appears if anything she has become their pet. Yawning she essentially tells herself whatever not really able to move. Due to sheer exausion. Rilling goes out quickly upon the horse's back, like that of a light. Fallon asleep horizontally across it's back, with each passing step her entire body jiggles a little bit until she is heavily askew and unbalanced. Unaware that it's cargo is sleeping and unbalanced, the unicorn gives a slight jump to scale a mound. This couldn't of ended worse though as Rilling is suddenly awake upon falling and taking a nasty fall to the back oh her head. She stares bug-eyed up at the unicorns, and that is the last thing she see's before they teampld her. All goes black with a sudden scream. Everything around her ceases to exist. This was the end, for now at least. Her forehead had a couple deep hoofpeints imprinted upon her topped up with a nasty slash, essentially lacerating across her entire forehead. She had essentially of been overun and trampled by five unicorns not at all holding back.
Keera grunts, staring at one of the smaller unicorns that were affected by her acid that was wondering away from the others as if was dying from the immense acid that she put on it. "Anything is food to me, these are not normal unicorns if they live in this area...not something you are wanting to make a pet...but I could be wrong. Usually things that want to drink from a pond like that are corrupted." Grabbing ahold of the young one about to die by its throat to keep it still, allowing it to fall to the ground at her feet. Hissing at the creature as she worked hard to get acid on them to help her feast, and now the two legs were enjoying them but not as meals?! What was wrong with them? Especially these, they stunk worse than her in her dragon form. "I don't take orders whoever you are. You all got in my way of my hunt, be thankful that I did not keep going instead I stopped. Only reason I stopped is two beings here I did not want to harm." That sounded weird to her that she did not want to harm them, shaking her head as she kneeled down to the ground beside the dying one that had collapsed. Looking back up to the others, "Since you all got in my way of the rest of my dinner, might as well know your names-" she was then pausing looking at Rilling as she felt her hair bristle up feeling like something was wrong. Looking up she gives a deep growling of warning to those unicorns harming Rilling, holding the young unicorn by its throat still as she rushes to pick up Rilling moving out of there way. Glaring all those around daring any of them to come near her and the young saurian, looking to Rilling sighing. "Stick to the small ones.." She holds the frail almost death took over one exhales a blue mist into its lungs as the acid is pushed out healing the small one as she hands it to Rilling already with a rope around it neck. "Came here for one, so here is yours." She grunts wanting to devour it, but having a soft spot for Rilling she gave it up. The small creature was almost able to stand up and the other unicorns knew better then come near the black again. "Rilling.." She nudges her with her head like a family member would do to the young one, showing compassion, something that would seem she never had or would be able to show.
The unicorn still wasn't wavering, and neither was the dryad that managed to reposition herself on his back. He bucked wildly, then reared up on his hind legs, silvery mane thrown back into the dryad's masked face. She wouldn't be thrown so easily. The dryad's heels dug into either side of him, trying to guide him a direction that she wanted to go. Unfortunately it still wasn't working, but Quin continued to press on, even going so far as to lean forward enough so the sides of their faces touched, one good dryad eye meeting the nearest unicorn eye so she could try speaking with him. Eye contact was very important for chatting, yes? Yes~ "Come come now, Horned One~ Quit being so stubborn! You are mine to be friends with and to be doing the riding, you know?" The hand that didn't have vines sprouting from it lifted a tad to gently pet the side of the stallion's cheek, but in that moment of weakness the unicorn bucked again, inadvertently sending her arm flailing in the direction of the pond. She yelps at the sharp tug from her vine-growing hand with the sharp movement the unicorn made, and a string of incoherent words poured from her lips in a mixture of pained swears and an unintentional call to the water. An undulating blob of the water separates itself from the pond and drifts close to both the dryad and the unicorn, and this seems to still the beast. Quin takes note of this, and with a devious grin, begins to wriggle her fingers so the ball of water dances midair before his eyes, twisting the water into random swirls that don't hold their shape for too long. "Eehaay~ I'm finding your weakness, yes?" Her head tilts upward to whisper his ear. "You are liking the floaty waters~" She tugs at her makeshift vine reigns with the plant-growing hand while the other keeps the water in the air as something for the unicorn to fixate his attention on. They move together in a slow, awkward trot while the dryad continues to try chatting with the unicorn, attempting to become friends and coax him into being comfortable enough to let her ride on his back. Quin grins. "I'll be needing to give you a nice name, yes~ Yes. I'll be thinking soon." She continued cooing and gradually let the magic that played with the water drop. The unicorn bowed his head to lap at it while Quin peered over her shoulder at Kirien and the others. "I'm thinking~ I'm thinking he will be becoming my friend eventually!" Most likely she would have to continue playing with the water for him to form some kind of trust between them since the stubborn thing apparently liked it. The question from the human-formed dragon is heard, but not given an answer. Names were kept secret to things that she was unsure of. For all Quin knew, this one might try to hunt her and munch her.
Hector continues her ministrations on her filly, keeping it happy and massaging anything that even looks sore. She nods slowly to the dragon, and her voice is low, but perhaps she can be heard. "I am Hector, master apothecary. There is no potion I can't mix." Her filly, growing tired, seats itself on the ground and arcs it's head to keep Hector within sight. This victory wasn't one of taming, but of claiming. The dryad and the unicorn belong to each other now.
Daisy smiles kindly to the animal in her lap as it nuzzles under her arm. Luckily, this baby is one of the ones that didn't get acidified so she is pretty calm by now. Especially since Daisy is purring and everyone knows that purring soothes even the fiercest of beasts. "You already know me." She grins at Keera then looks to Rilling and Hector. "I know you and you." Oh there goes Kirien. She knows him too. The druid's gaze stops on Quin. "I don't know you."
"Who said pet?" The empath sounds almost, -almost- insulted, as if that was some form of hideous accusation. He continues to press the sticky mud over the unicorn's torn hide until all wounds are smothered beneath a thick layer of wet brown goop, then promptly withdraws his hands and murmurs a second earthen word. In an instant the top layer of mud dries and solidifies, caking itself across bloody silver hair and flesh. All the while Keera is still speaking and toying with a young unicorn. Kirien scrunches his nose a bit, remaining surprisingly nonchalant. "It wasn't an order, it was a suggestion." He gives an idle shrug, then his name. "Kirien Vahir-Ar'Anthari, brother to the Queen in Frostmaw. That es who I am." Patting the mare's side lightly, the terramancer calmly leads her over to the shifting shallows of the black lake - he steps in, a move that might be considered dangerous when one takes into account the beast lurking below the surface. While the mare lingers at the water's edge and carefully dips her head to drink, a thick, bulbous tentacle rises silently from the depths and slowly winds its way round Kirien's submerged calves, up over his thighs. When the tip reaches eye level, the blind man only grins, and calls cheerfully to Quin, "I'm sure he will! Congrats, by the way!" just before his face is obscured by a pulsing suction cup. It's a very strange exchange to witness, really; he shows no fear at all nor does he attempt to remove the sucker, his body totally relaxed. Whatever passes between the two is contained to their own minds, it seems, as neither makes much of a sound. After a minute or so the kraken releases his face and Kirien shakes his head a bit, his fringe damp, looking a mite dazed.
Keera speaking to Hector, "Keera the black dragon, also known as Shadow, this little dragon is Rilling.." She was worried for her, and started searching her for an internal bruises or bleeding. Even licking her cheek with her forked tongue.
Quinmyutiotu continues trotting with the stallion, leaning in so her lips were to his ear to continue talking. It sounds like nonsense words, really, but her grip has relaxed a considerable deal. The vines in her foot have pretty much recoiled, instead winding themselves around her cuts as a makeshift bandage. The thicker vines from her hand have separated themselves from the dryad's flesh, and realigned themselves from being tight coils around the unicorns neck to being crudely fashioned reigns. Quin didn't use them, however. Instead her arms wrapped around the stallion's neck while she continued to talk to him, but for a moment she turned toward the other people present. She meets Daisy's gaze, and offers a cheery smile from behind her mask. "I'm being called Quetzal~ Hi," she pauses, then gently pats the side of her newfound unicorn companion. They weren't necessarily friends yet. "He is being called the Horned One for now, until I'm learning his name, yes? Yes." Her attention and eye swivels over toward the water and Kirien, who she finds herself staring at awestruck for what had to be the millionth time since they met. "Wraithy One? That one won't be making the crunches and such munchies out of your face, yes? I would have to be being very upset about that." Quin frowned. "I am liking the Wraithy One's face."
Daisy picks up her sleeping unicorn and carries it over towards Rilling, passing Quin on the way. The dryad is offered a cheery smile. "I am Daisy. And this..." She shifts the unicorn. "I think I'm gonna name her Snoozle." She looks over at Kirien, quite fond of him herself. Satoshi's brother. Well now she's sure he'll help her, but asking for favors should come at a later time. For now, she has a little dragonette to see to. Snoozle is gently placed in some grass. "Don't eat her," the feline eyes Keera as she places both paws on Rilling's face. "She's okay... just knocked out." Warm, druidey magic fills the toddler's body. Maybe it wakes her up, maybe it doesn't. What it does do for sure is slowly close up those hoof induced wounds. The kitten leans over to kiss Rilling's forehead. "She'll be just fine."
Kirien casts a grin across at Quin and gives another gentle shake of the head. "She won't eat my face, non. We were just getting to know each other." Or something. Giving how it's practically impossible to know what did go on between the two, he could very well be lying, but it is also highly likely he is, in fact, telling the truth. Kirien, being Kirien, possesses some rather unorthodox methods of communication - the apparent ease with which he is able to befriend kraken is a curious ability that Maladroit can probably be blamed for. "I'm liking my face too, generally." With a carefree wibble of his fingers back at the lake, the terramancer trudges back out of the water, guiding the mare off along the bank of the pool. He passes by Daisy and bends to ruffle up her hair, white-tipped tail delivering a playful tickle beneath her chin. "Stay safe, flower. Drop by for a visit some time." And then he's moving onward, fading slowly into the mist.
Rilling has no activity for a few minutes. Suddenly though, her fingers start moving as her body slowly comes back to. The last to move our her eyes which open half way. Ah, what happened to my head, it hurts so so bad. Rillling starts getting more and more upset not understand where she is and what's going on. shuting her eyes tightly she starts to scream and cry never having felt so different. Her head is throbbing and feels funny in a way she just can't exactly put her finger on.
Quinmyutiotu 's eye widened at Daisy when her name passed through the dryad's ears, and she snapped her head back toward both she and Snoozle. "Flower Girl~ I am liking you now. We will have to be seeing each other again in the future times, yes? Yes~" The dryad, now that she's got a bit of a handle on the stallion, gives a gentle tug on the reigns. He resists initially, but his head turns where she directs it, and they're following after Kirien, probably to prod him for more questions about his manner of getting to know his aquatic friends. She wanted to meet some too! "It was nice meeting you, Flower Girl~" the dryad calls over her shoulder with a grin, "You will be getting the writings soon, I'm thinking. Yes?" After a little wave, the pair trot off after the terramancer and the mare.