Meowler Marathon Event! (Come race!)
Apr 25, 2021 13:49:56 GMT -5
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Post by Ichor on Apr 25, 2021 13:49:56 GMT -5
(Trigger warning: sickness, saaaadness...?)
It's been many Numbers since Damazi set out in search of that One Magical Ingredient to cure Reese's persistent lethargy, sluggishness and dysphoria. Lerinzia has seen her several times since then, padding into the pens to give the meows a pat and a nuzzle, and to feed Reese her next experimental brew. As with anything, some things work better than others, and some Numbers are more promising... but nothing has made the fog clear. At least so far, each and every time, Reese eventually sinks back into the same spot in the corner of the pens, living their days there in and out of consciousness. Without Damazi there, it's hard to get him to even open his mouth. Sometimes, she has to stimulate his jaw herself.
It's heartbreaking, even if she doesn't have a heart, seeing someone return with something that might help a loved one and having it never work. Watching someblobby else live through crushing failure after crushing failure isn't easy.
A heaviness has fallen over the Pens. It's sticky and Lerinzia can feel it each time she enters now. Ace, Damazi's personal meowler with a strange mark on its forehead, has been missing his owner and demanding more distractions, more playtime, more food, more drink, more everything. The rest of the meowlers, for the most part, have adapted to their new life... but Ace still misses the purple and yellow blobling, waiting by the gate long after she leaves.
Lerinzia decides, once and for all, that it's time to do something about all this. It's time to make things fun again, to whip lightness into the area again like the air in a milkshake tree's whipped cream. It's time...
TO HOST A MEOWLER RACE!
:3
Your blobling has arrived on the Number the race was supposed to being held. Perhaps they got there via word of mouth, or perhaps they saw the Flutter message Lerinzia made announcing the event. Coordinating events with only Numbers to go off of isn't easy, and your blob may have to hang out at the Pens for a Number or two...
But now, there are precious dried Ichorfish ribbons lining the fences, drenching the area in a festive atmosphere, as well as a general fishiness. The meowlers are loving it, but it's entirely possible that your blobling is not. If your blob's been here for a couple Numbers - either because they wanted to arrive early on purpose, or because they arrived early thinking the race was happening that Number, only to find out it wasn't - Lerinzia has been a capable host, allowing them to wander if they wanted to be alone, or assigning them some work around the Pens if they were bored.
Now that it's actually race time, Lerinzia has led the now-modest crowd to the starting line, which appears to be two ferrowood poles stuck into the frosty earth. The track is walled off with smaller ferrowood markers, and it runs around the entire exterior of the Pens.
It's been many Numbers since Damazi set out in search of that One Magical Ingredient to cure Reese's persistent lethargy, sluggishness and dysphoria. Lerinzia has seen her several times since then, padding into the pens to give the meows a pat and a nuzzle, and to feed Reese her next experimental brew. As with anything, some things work better than others, and some Numbers are more promising... but nothing has made the fog clear. At least so far, each and every time, Reese eventually sinks back into the same spot in the corner of the pens, living their days there in and out of consciousness. Without Damazi there, it's hard to get him to even open his mouth. Sometimes, she has to stimulate his jaw herself.
It's heartbreaking, even if she doesn't have a heart, seeing someone return with something that might help a loved one and having it never work. Watching someblobby else live through crushing failure after crushing failure isn't easy.
A heaviness has fallen over the Pens. It's sticky and Lerinzia can feel it each time she enters now. Ace, Damazi's personal meowler with a strange mark on its forehead, has been missing his owner and demanding more distractions, more playtime, more food, more drink, more everything. The rest of the meowlers, for the most part, have adapted to their new life... but Ace still misses the purple and yellow blobling, waiting by the gate long after she leaves.
Lerinzia decides, once and for all, that it's time to do something about all this. It's time to make things fun again, to whip lightness into the area again like the air in a milkshake tree's whipped cream. It's time...
TO HOST A MEOWLER RACE!
:3
Your blobling has arrived on the Number the race was supposed to being held. Perhaps they got there via word of mouth, or perhaps they saw the Flutter message Lerinzia made announcing the event. Coordinating events with only Numbers to go off of isn't easy, and your blob may have to hang out at the Pens for a Number or two...
But now, there are precious dried Ichorfish ribbons lining the fences, drenching the area in a festive atmosphere, as well as a general fishiness. The meowlers are loving it, but it's entirely possible that your blobling is not. If your blob's been here for a couple Numbers - either because they wanted to arrive early on purpose, or because they arrived early thinking the race was happening that Number, only to find out it wasn't - Lerinzia has been a capable host, allowing them to wander if they wanted to be alone, or assigning them some work around the Pens if they were bored.
Now that it's actually race time, Lerinzia has led the now-modest crowd to the starting line, which appears to be two ferrowood poles stuck into the frosty earth. The track is walled off with smaller ferrowood markers, and it runs around the entire exterior of the Pens.
