➳ who are you again..? { cyoa } open!

[beebun]

a » wow! this is very interesting! (btw I love your writing! It flows, its descriptive.. <3)

[ossa di cervo]

new blessing discovered! rowan & murk share a spirit! what a cute little pair of voodoo dolls...
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“We share a spirit.” Rowan said with the smallest hint of hesitance.

“Share a spirit?” Shiloh echoed, looking at the man in confusion, “So does that you mean you guys think the same thing all the time? What you do, the horse does?”

Rowan chuckled and shook his head, “Not quite,” he reached across his waist and pulled a small dagger out of its sheath and gave Shiloh a reassuring smile, “So the way this works is,” He set the dagger down gently on the grass and pulled off a leather glove, “If I were to prick my finger on a rose thorn,” the man picked the dagger up and gently pricked the tip of a finger with his dagger, “My fingertip would bleed.. So too would..” He paused and leaned back so that the two could see the lower half of Murk’s legs. As Shiloh watched as Rowan leaned toward the mare and separated her thick hair to reveal a tiny prick just above her hoof.. Identical to Rowan’s. The man chuckled again, “It took us a while to get used to but it kind of works different for Murk - she doesn’t have fingers.”

The two shared a healthy laugh at the comment and before they knew it they were on their backs, staring up at the trees.

“How did you and Murk discover your special bond?” Shiloh questioned, turning to look at Rowan.

“I was a child at the time but I’d fallen off Murk while we were riding and I scraped my knee. Not even half a second later did Murk’s knee start bleeding. Mum was shocked but no one really paid it any mind. I like to think I had the most unique blessing in our village.” Rowan explained gently.

“Blessing?” Yet again Shiloh resounded and echoed like the wall of a cave.

The question awarded him a very strange look from Rowan. The man sat back up and turned to regard Shiloh, “Yes. Our blessing.”

Shiloh averted his gaze with an awkward chuckle, “Okay.. What’s a blessing?”

Rowan stood up and soon his sword he’d previously held passively was pointed at Shiloh quite aggressively, “What do you mean, what’s a blessing? Who are you and where are you from? Every living thing on this planet has a blessing and it’s been that way since the dawn of time.”

The confused younger boy bolted up to his feet. How was this all happening within the span of a couple hours? One moment he’s drowning in confusion, the next this stranger manages to make him feel some weird, elated sense of calm and now he has a sword at his throat!?

Shiloh opened his mouth to reply…


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a) rage boils within Shiloh and he
shouts at Rowan before attempting to
grab the sword away. this choice will
cause our first trait within Shiloh to be
a quick temper

b) fear floods Shiloh and he panics. his eyes well
with fear and he pleads for his life. if
this choice is chosen we will discover
that Shiloh is timid

c) calm washes over Shiloh and he patiently
explains his situation and what’s going
on. Shiloh’s first trait will be level-headed
- he sees no reason to panic under pressure

d) broken spirits crash into Shiloh - he feels
crushed by this kind of betrayal..
how could Rowan do this? in this case
we will discover that Shiloh is trusting.
too many chances may end in a
broken heart, young man



note;; i'm so excited you pick this one! must admit it was definitely my favorite! also, our first trait post! I wasn't really expecting Rowan to point his sword at Shiloh but hey, who am I to second guess the creative muses? lol
ps;; thank you so much for the compliment! <3 i'm glad you enjoy it, this is definitely very fun to write!

[harmonizing]

★— may i snatch this one from you? i pick D :)

[ossa di cervo]

shiloh's first trait is discovered! a trusting heart has been known to bleed more then average...
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Shiloh stared at the tip of the sword, brandished in his face. Rowan glowered at him while Murk stood next to the man - one thing was clear, their shared spirit meant they shared emotions and the duo was upset. Murk pawed at the pebbles under her hooves and grunted, tossing her head up several times to show her frustration. Shiloh felt tears welling up in his eyes as his gaze followed the sword up to Rowan’s face. He tilted his head, mouth slightly agape as he’d previously been ready to protest. Just as he was beginning to consider this man a friend did he threaten his very existence.

Rowan’s glower faltered and he was suddenly wearing a face of confusion, “Well?” Rowan pressed, a touch gentler than before, “What are you?”

Shiloh offered nothing more than a gentle shrug of his shoulders as he choked back his raw betrayal, “I don’t know, Rowan,” he boy whined, sounding a bit pathetic, “I don’t even know where I am. I think I’m just a human?”

The sword tip began to droop, pointing at Shiloh’s knees now. Murk’s angry head tossing had calmed and she now simply held her head up high, curiously examining Shiloh. The pebbles laid still now, hardly making a sound aside from the ones being gently pushed aside by the quiet creek. Rowan glanced at Murk and the mare took a step toward Shiloh, pushing her nose into the boy’s chest. She nickered lightly, tossing her head up again and pulling softly at a lock of the boy’s hair.

Shiloh smiled lightly, reaching one hand up to scratch at the mare’s neck. Maybe it was the fact that he now knew the two shared a spirit but Shiloh had a feeling that Rowan wasn’t quite so upset any more. He peered around the mare’s shoulder and found Rowan’s sword back in it’s sheath and the man looking back toward Shiloh.

Rowan took a step forward and around Murk, “Shiloh, listen.. I’m sorry. It’s just difficult to believe that you don’t know what a blessing is let alone what yours is.”

The boy offered a small smile, swallowing the last of his heartbreak, “It’s okay. I don’t know how I’d react if a stranger magically showed up claiming they knew nothing of the world.”

Murk tossed her head into Shiloh’s chest again, nickering excitedly. Rowan chuckled, “Murk is having the same idea I am.” He waited for Shiloh to offer a confused head tilt, “She wants to help you find your blessing.”

Shiloh’s smile grew brighter and he hugged the mare’s neck, “That’d be great!”

The trio shared a few more words, mostly regarding the forest - Rowan knew no one in the vicinity aside from a tiny little village and the creatures were mostly harmless. But every wood had it’s dangers. They shared a small meal after Rowan managed to catch a hare and roasted the little creature over a small fire. The sun was still dangling in the sky by the time they finished and began to clean up after themselves. Still next to the creek Shiloh and Rowan both took a moment to wash their faces and hands.

“Well,” Rowan began, “What now?”

Shiloh mused for a moment, “We can follow the river?” he offered.

“We could…” Rowan looked around them, “Murk and I had a small camp set up deeper in the wood. It wasn’t much, just a raggedy tent, a handful of provisions. If you want we can go back there and grab the few things I have or,” He turned to look the opposite way of his camp, across the river, “I believe there is a small village that way. We could go there and check the place out, possibly find you a weapon. Who knows, maybe you’re good with a sword and don’t know.”

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a) follow the river.
catch a few more rabbits, drink more good water,
maybe even find a cool pelt? surely if you go this
way though a few dangers will show up though...

b) go to Rowan's old camp.
not much will be gained from the trip aside from
a meal for the next morning and apparently an old
makeshift tent...

c) head toward the village that Rowan mentioned.
a small thing from the sounds of it but Rowan had
promised that there were merchants and maybe
they'd be able to score Shiloh a weapon or find a
clue to his blessing there? but with what money...


note;; hello and welcome to the fun! glad to have a second person join us! <3
sorry for the delay in this next part. ps, no matter which path they take our trio will run into some kind of danger. ~spooky~

[beebun]

c, maybe? c:

[ossa di cervo]

Sorry for the delay! I’ve been trying to think of a good something to happen for the next bit. I’m debating between possible villain introductions or a new companion. ^^

[beebun]

ooo! it’s fine! :0

[ossa di cervo]

off to the village for our duo... but what waits for them there?
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Shiloh slowly nodded, liking the idea of what Rowan was suggesting, "Let's go to the village then and see what we can find."

The two strode next to each other with Murk following behind, stopping to grab a few bites of grass here and there then trotting to catch up. The river was easy to cross but Shiloh couldn't help being bothered by his now soaked pant legs. Rowan, noticing his discomfort, couldn't help but chuckle. The journey was short and consisted mostly of Rowan being drilled with silly questions from Shiloh.

When the village finally began to appear through the tree line Rowan climbed into the saddle on Murk's back to ensure no one tried to grasp at her tack. The village was quite small, consisting of little more than fifteen cottages and five shops. A few residents had their little stands set up where they had goods on display. Shiloh and Rowan passed apples, strawberries, a few berries that Shiloh didn't know the name of then came the swords, hand crafted bows, small arrows, daggers, and so on. Shiloh ogled over nearly everything they passed, only continuing to move when he heard Murk's gentle nicker ahead of him. Soon enough the stopped moving and when the man turned to regard where Rowan had taken him, he was almost let down. A small shop, with no dangling sign to indicate what was inside, no fancy window decor to hint at what awaited them.

Rowan hopped off of Murk, tying her reins to a short post, "Here's the place." he said, indicating that Shiloh should go in.

He hesitated, biting his lower lip, "But Rowan," he began uneasily, "what is this place exactly?" He hated that he felt he couldn't trust Rowan but after having his sword in his face twice now he had to admit he was a little uncomfortable marching into a place with no indicating signs.

Rowan chuckled and shook his head, "Trust me, Shiloh, it's to help you."

Shiloh still hesitated but he couldn't help but trust his new friend. He pushed the door open only to find...

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a) the most obvious answer;
a shop lined with swords, daggers, bows and
arrows. a weaponsmith.

b) the inside is lined with
small bottles full of mysterious, brightly
color liquids. some had warning labels,
some had small had little pictures.
an apothecary?

c) the smell of bread and
baked goods smacks shiloh in the face
as soon as the door is opened.
rowan brought him to a bakery!

d) the door leads to an open
bar and several people are at tables
drinking lagers, laughing and just being
merry. rowan quickly explains that upstairs
is the rest of the inn. a good night's rest perhaps?


note;; after almost two years I've decided I magically want to bring this back from the grave?! I can't believe I let this rot for so long. </3