10-25-2017, 03:53 PM
Who could resist a fairy’s enchantment?
Not Femur, who thought herself safe on the dark shores of Tephra.
Beckoned (or summoned) from hours of staring at the changing face of the sea, she comes forth like all the others do to stand before the might and magic of the being that flicks her wrist and bam! Femur feels not quite right… her bones start to shrink and twist until she discovers herself sitting on her haunches that end in some rather large feet. The fangs she once had protruding from beneath her upper lip have disappeared or rather, relocated to the top of her head and changed themselves into some rather impressive antelope horns. Her nose has a distinctive bunny twitch to it.
She hops - yes, hops over to a puddle on the ground and looks at her reflection. A squeak leaves her throat. Dear fairies on the mountain! She’s a Jackalope! Femur almost falls over in a dead faint but gathers herself at the least moment and dashes a smaller front paw at her reflection. What in the hell? She couldn’t have been turned into a more fearsome cryptid? Not that she’s particularly cute like this either… she’s just rather outlandish despite the impressive horns on her head. Hey, at least she can stab things! That’s looking at the bright side of this debacle.
Femur is mildly curious at what else this shape can do.
She rises up on her hindlegs and boxes at the air with her forepaws. It’s not quite useful nor does she have an opponent other than the rather harmless air she’s breathing but it seems better to figure this shape out as best as she can. Other than that, she is the most ridiculous cryptid here besides that blurry Bigfoot thing. It’s like she’s not even real but a hoax! Realizing this, she sits back on her haunches and manages to look downright cute despite the horns and the glare coming from her black eyes. So much for something fierce!
Suddenly, her nose goes into a frenzy as she picks up on a heavenly magical scent. Even fairies like to get down and dirty in their off time, and she hops over to something small and shiny - a flask. She manages to open it with her deft little paws and Femur proceeds to get drunk on a Jackalope’s single weakness - whiskey.
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400 words exact.
Femur is a Jackalope.
Their only strength seems to be their horns and ability to imitate voices.
Only weaknesses is whiskey which is rumored to be the only way to catch one of them and their apparent ability to only breed during lightning flashes despite a hare's reputation for fertility. Oh and the fact that they're considered a hoax could be a weakness if no one believes them to be real.
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400 words exact.
Femur is a Jackalope.
Their only strength seems to be their horns and ability to imitate voices.
Only weaknesses is whiskey which is rumored to be the only way to catch one of them and their apparent ability to only breed during lightning flashes despite a hare's reputation for fertility. Oh and the fact that they're considered a hoax could be a weakness if no one believes them to be real.