Turtleback Lake Apple troubles - AW

RE: Your Gift is: You've eaten a few too many overripe apples, and you're starting to feel a bit tipsy!
OOC: Open to everyone.

Helen was just taking her usual morning stroll through the woods. She had wandered out of her pack's territory as usual, but had no intentions of exploring new areas that day. She just wanted to enjoy Autumn as it was, the cooling weather and the beautiful canvas-like scenery. With every paw forward, one could hear the crunching of the leaves beneath her. They were strewn all over the forest ground, yellow, red and orangish.

One particular red object, however, stood out among all the fallen leaves. Not just one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Many of them. The curious girl approached the round, prominent items. Intrigued, she pressed her nose against the fruits and sniffed several times. Apples. The pleasant scent wafted into her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply once again, taking in the sweet fragrance of the fruits. She wasn't hungry, but upon seeing the treats, her mouth began to water a little. Sweet, yummy apples. They seemed to beckon to her, welcoming her to sink her teeth in them. Helen smacked her mouth. It wouldn't hurt to just take a bite.

Before she knew it, she lowered her head and began chewing on one of the apples. The juicy sweetness of the treat exploded in her mouth. Mhm, not bad. She had told herself to just take one bite, but she continued to chew away the sumptuous treat. Soon enough, she had finished one. She kicked the apple core aside, satisfied with her meal. That was when she noticed the others, all sitting silently. She gazed temptingly at the them, her greedy eyes observing each and every one of them. They were just unresistable. Without any control of herself, she began chewing away on another one. On and on she went, eating the apples to her hearts' contents.

As she started on yet another apple, a curious feeling slowly crept onto her. The forest floor seemed to spin beneath her. Groggily, she lumbered around, kicking some of the apple cores away carelessly. Her head felt strangely heavier than usual, while her body suddenly seemed to weigh like nothing. After a few paw steps, she fell on her haunches, a goofy expression etched on her snout. Everything suddenly seemed so funny. Without warning, she burst out giggling. The trees looked strange. The leaves looked weird. Tongue lolling, she lay on the soft pile of leaves, chuckling harder than ever. Something just wasn't right about this feeling.

(This post was last modified: Nov 14, 2018, 07:07 AM by Helen.)

Ugh, I posted with the wrong character. It was supposed to be Nymphnora.

Nymphnora saw a wolf looking all dizzy. She cocked her head, trying to get a better look. Finally she stepped quietly towards the wolf. There were so many apple cores on the ground. Had she eaten all of them? The Stallion girl couldn't help but feel impressed. Those were a lot of cores. At least five.

"How are they?" she asked the oddly laughing woman. Without waiting for a response, she crouched down and licked one of the cores. It was very sweet. "Good, do you think?" She'd always talked weirdly to anyone not in perfect control of their minds. She knew that the wolf had liked them or else she wouldn't have eaten all of them. It was a stupid question. But hey, that was Nym speaking.

(This post was last modified: Nov 04, 2018, 12:48 AM by Ferreiran. Edit Reason: I derped )

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The lady just couldn't stop herself from chuckling. Everything seemed so strange and hilarious all at once. Looking a little dazed, Helen began rolling about on the soft pile of leaves, giggles escaping from her mouth. She thrashed about a little, accidentally kicking some of the apple cores away. The forest floor continued to spin beneath her, or so she thought. She had been so caught up with laughing, that she hadn't noticed that she had company. Giddily, she stared up at the cream snout above her, her eyes half-opened. "Hey, you're upside down!" Helen chortled. Maybe if she was in the right state of mind, she would have noticed that the wolf talking to her was a stranger, and that she should be a little cautious just in case. But this time, she didn't seem to be quite aware of who she was talking to. Something was definitely not right about this feeling.

"Good, good, good," Helen replied, her pinkish tongue still lolling out of her mouth. Without thinking twice, she lazily lifted up one of her paws, and kicked one of the un-touched apples to the stranger. "Try some."

(This post was last modified: Nov 05, 2018, 06:36 AM by Helen.)

A warren of rabbits is hidden under a nearby tree. +3 Health

Nymphnora giggled at the woman's words, her tail wagging in amusement. This wolf definitely ate too many apples. "No, you are!" she replied, still giggling. In didn't make too much sense, but it was fun to tease her and see her reaction.

"Try some." the other wolf pushed an apple towards her. Nym smiled and took a big bite instantly. If it was what this adult wanted her to do, she would do it. Why not? Chewing, she remarked, "Yeah, really good." She swallowed and then took another bite, still smiling. She hadn't felt crazy yet. Maybe if she ate more.

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Slightly dazed, Helen scrunched her face up in confusion. I'm upside down? Befuddled, she simply chuckled harder than ever. Why was everything so funny at once? What kind of feeling was this? "Really good," she repeated the pup's words half-heartedly. There was definitely something about the apples that wasn't right, but the tipsy one couldn't be bothered to notice it. She was sorely tempted to take one more bite of the strange fruits. After all, it wouldn't hurt, right? Groggily, she straightened her legs and got up shakily, before lumbering towards yet another apple.

"Yummy!" Helen barked, licking the edges of her mouth. Without any hesitations, she sank her teeth into the treat. She let the sweetness and juiciness of the fruit soothe her tastebuds, before finally swallowing. Clumsily, she shoved the half-eaten apple to the young one. "All yours," she chortled. Her wobbly legs finally collapsed, and she lay on her back once again. "Strange, strange, strange feeling," she murmured, barely inaudible.

(This post was last modified: Nov 14, 2018, 07:10 AM by Helen.)

And this is how Nym got addicted. :)

It was so nice just to laugh with someone. To abandon her worries and just enjoy life. Nymphnora grinned, taking a big bite of the half-eaten apple pushed towards her. Juice dripped down her chin as she asked, "How many do I have to eat before I'm tipsy like you?" Her mouth was full of soft, mushy apple. She took another apple, chewing quickly and swallowing. Then another. Soon she felt dizzy and hilariously light. Her muzzle moved almost on its own to grab at another apple. She didn't aim properly and missed. She giggled and tried again. This time she bit into the apple. The young girl was dropping the apple core and reaching for another when she fell.

The ground was cool but she felt so warm inside that she barely cared. Everything was funny and good. She didn't want anything but more apples.

(This post was last modified: Nov 18, 2018, 02:30 PM by Nymphnora.)

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Tipsy. So, that was what the strange feeling was. "I don't know," Helen giggled in response. "I don't know..." Is being tipsy good or bad? Helen secretly wondered if she should have warned the pup against eating the apples, instead of encouraging her to do so. Everything about this feeling was just perfect. It felt good to be so carefree, and to find everything hilarious. It felt good to be laughing her heart out. Something told her that there was something very wrong about this. "Maybe we shouldn't have eaten so much apples..." she murmured half-heartedly.

Her nose wrinkled a little, as she took in the scent of rabbits. "Smell that?" she asked the young one. Perhaps she could bring one back to the caches. Maybe one for the stranger too, but the young girl was probably stuffed with apples by now. Light-headed, she followed the scent trail, lumbering towards a thick tree trunk. She could barely keep her balance, her body swaying dangerously.

(This post was last modified: Nov 19, 2018, 03:21 AM by Helen.)

Nymphnora's parents had warned her about strangers, but right now she felt too merry to care. To be perfectly honest, she didn't want to leave the woman alone. Who knew what could happen? Although the creamy girl wasn't in any better state, and certainly didn't have the mental health to prevent anything she thought could further her bliss.

"What?" she sniffed at the air. Rabbits. "Yeah," she giggled again. Everything was just so hilarious. Why didn't she do this every day? The young girl tried to sink elegantly into a hunting position, but ended up falling over. Her sense of balance was severely damaged, and she had to focus to even just stand up. It would be a miracle if they got one little baby rabbit, even if it was already dead.

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OOC comments: Sorry for the wait.

The world was swaying before her. It seemed like the burrow beneath the tree was shaking itself. 'Bunny, bunny, where are you?" she giggled softly, reaching a paw into the warren to take a swipe. Losing her balance, she collapsed onto the floor, before getting herself up shakily once again. She attempted to crouch down into a hunting position, but again fell over. Yes, Helen was clumsy, but she was especially so this time. It must have been all those apples she devoured without any hesitations. Something was very wrong about the rather normal-looking fruits. "Got any luck kid?" she asked, turning towards the pup.

It was nearly impossible to focus on the young one, or even focus on anything. The carefree feeling rendered her unable to get into "hunting mood". The cream-coated stranger didn't seem to be able to concentrate on anything either. "Maybe we should call it a day?" Helen mumbled feebly.