>>69178
Suddenly Goldenhairs?
>Wake up.

>>69178
Throw rocks at the Goldenhair

>>69178
>Wake up.

>>69178
I hope those smallhorns do better than anonhorn.

That said,
>wake up

The herd is gone. Let's face that reality head on. ;_;

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>>69229
>>69303
>>69310

You use the pathfinder, and swallow a little scream as your eyes lit open.

You give them some time to take on the light, but it doesn’t do much; there’s not much light here, little more than black in front of your eyes.

You rise your horns without hurry, and notice strange red chairs all around you.

You stand; they are in rows, every one a bit lower than the last in front of you and as you turn they go higher instead for a while into a wall. But it’s whats in the chairs that stumples you.

Himehorns.

Your sight suddenly goes shot and your breath gets shorter, and as you try to put your hands in your head because the pain is overwhelming and you notice yourself failing… only by half.

You turn your glare without hurry to your right arm; a bloody, white stump of cloth like a shallow grave.

And it's not the pain that makes you gasp; but how It still feels like you can move it.

Before you even see her coming a haremhorn is under your left arm taking all of your weight under her neck without flinching; she smells like you.

You try to stand your ground, but you fail and she slowly lets you on a chair behind you, in front of you a big blank space surrounded by big red curtains by the sides. Empty.

And the way you are not used to such a pandaemonium of smells feels like a war could boil at any given moment. Yet as you turn your gaze you notice almost everyone else is sleeping, either in the chairs or in the floor like you were… suddenly you notice a bed under your feet; “haremhorns”, you shrug slightly.

You look at the haremhorn, and before a word leaves your old lips she leaves you alone and barely astounded, but not before long she returns along another very familiar haremhorn with a big basket on her arms, her mouth still a bit red, and you notice your chair is almost right next to a stairway with a red carpet and very long steps; then the basket is right infront of your face.

You peek inside; there’s a big hole in one of the walls, a bit higher than the horns of the smallhorns that goes from side to side.

But they are there.

You notice their tiny slowly grow and shrink as they sleep, some looking down, some with their mouths wide open drooling into another smallhorns hair.

And you don’t feel a thing.

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And even if the strange nohorn fails to surprise you, the haremhorn suddenly jumps between you and her.

She casually looks a bit above her lefts as she points at you. She’s not very tall, and there’s a crow in her shoulder.

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“That one?”

You wait for the reply; it never comes. She looks at you again.

“Come here. It’s ok.”


The haremhorn looks at her, then at you and at her again, her tiny white horns making you a little dizzy; then she sits on the chair next to you and tries to rise, but she looks as she’s struggling hard until she lets go; the nohorn nods.

“I see, I see!”

She turns into a crow and leaves, the haremhorn shaking a little. She looks at you in the eyes and then hugs you, more for her sake than yours as it seems, but why would it bother you. You are shaken by the bumbling sound of metal bouncing on the floor, and as you turn to look at the odd device the nohorn-crow is bringing you can’t help but notice she woke up more than a few more himehorns with the mess.

You look at the device; it’s a chair. It has wheels on each side.

And too short for your legs.

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The majestic pandaemonium of sounds and images you never faced before leaves you tired just by trying to swallow a glimmer of it at once, at almost every corner faces turning by glancing at the haremhorn pushing you from behind and the odd looking nohorn just casually taking steps as she hums. You rest your eyes, and when you open them again a big door is slowly giving in right in front of you, the annoying sound coming from the wheels standing lonely for just a while.

You look up.

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And your gaze is quickly lured by a single, white haired figure.

“You are one of those… Leaderhorns, right?”

>”Leaders.”
>”Leaderhorns don’t exist.”
>”Yes.”

>>69434
>at almost every corner faces turning by
at almost every corner faces turn by

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>>69492
Someone didn't the ladder rule.

Im doomed. ;w;

>>69509
FORGET, DIDN'T FORGET THIS DOESN'T COUNT, IT'S NOT PART OF THE STORY!

>>69523
CLIMB THAT LADDER

>>69477
>Leaders!

>>69477
Leaderhorn is not a thing as far as I know... but I don't feel like correcting a witch is the right choice either. Plus you are not the Leader anymore. Mmmh
>”Leaderhorns don’t exist.”
Approach her with care and respect, and tell her that you are a Himehorn.

>>69477
>”Leaders.”

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>>69539
>>69551`

…She looks bored for some reason.

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“Im offering you a job.”

She brings her pipe to her lips with little hurry and closes her eyes.

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You struggle to reply. You feel like you are in the middle of nowhere floating in front of a big wall, a wall big as the everything; and from everywhere behind it colossal fists are trying to bring it down with burning rage; it feels like how the sound would reach you… but without the sound.

And it doesn’t bother you at all.

She lets hair long white hair flow as she slowly opens her eyes.

“To look after the himehorns in my domain. They will remain confined in that theater, and you will see to when it is fit to release them into the city.”

She finally looks at you, but when she does her visage changes; you notice her barely tilting her head to her right.

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“Child… do you hear me?”

You nod. The Witch frowns her eyes a bit; she barely opens her mouth for a while, no word coming out. Then she hmms.

“You will teach the himehorns restraint, and take full responsibility for their actions. Your job will be to turn them into fitting citizens of my domain; and you will be paid for it. Resources will be provided until then but not for long, I undertand your kind lives on squids and eggs, right?”

“Only squids. We hatch from eggs.”

“Oh, I see.”

You nod. Silence resumes.

You are suddenly reminded of the other nohorns at her side staring intently to strange little boxes in their hands, as they turn their gaze into the witch.

“Leave us.”

“Why?”

She turns at the small cute nohorn, who’s still not looking at her; when she finally does you notice her face quickly lose all color, until it suddenly changes into a crow and follows the rest of the murder.

You think you hear the Witch mutter.

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She flips her hair with a finger as she stares at you quizzically; then she leaps from her altar and quickly walks to your chair.

You feel the haremhorn shrink behind your it, as the witch gets near and puts her hands on the knees as she bends towards you. You slowly lift your horns and it takes some time for your gaze to meet hers.

She looks concerned.

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The Witch fumbles trough her robe and produces a tiny red can and she shakes it, liquid bouncing inside of it.

“You know, I wanted to try this for some time. It’s… a little strange, it won’t hurt. Won’t you mind?”

She’s smiling; you slowly nod, again. It’s like everything is blurry.
She takes a lot of distance from you, turns around and after quickly nodding repeatedly to herself she throws the can; it spins gracefully in the air in slow motion and it lands in one of your horns, briefly shaking your head; a white geyser soon explodes from your horn and the can is launched into the air, flying everywhere about until it rashly bounces on the floor into the distance. Her big smile is cut short as she looks at you. You slowly look at the can, then at her; she clears her throat.

“So… horned one! Do you think yourself wise enough to deal with the shortcomings?”

>”I do.”
>”I can’t.”
>”Why me?”

>>69646
>”I do.”
You have done it so far, so yes.
>”Why me?”
... but I want to know why she gave the task to you. You don't have much time left nor the mental capacity either...

>>69646
Did... did the Great Witch just chuck a coke can at us?

>>69698
Ditto. And can we gently ask for some materials for nests? If the great witch would be so kind that is...

>>69646

Otaku-Sama >>69698 is wise in this predicament.

I support his suggestion.

And HOORAY! There's a chance for comfy again! And the Herd is ok!

Happy Eggs! Happy Horns! Happy Herd!

>>69747
>Did... did the Great Witch just chuck a coke can at us?
That seems to be the case... never expected Enna to pull something like that for what I have read, so it took me by surprise.

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>>69698

"I do... but why me?"

"Child, do you question a witch?"

>"Yes." You realize you are too old to care.
>"No." After all, you are talking to a Witch.

>>69793
>>"Yes." You realize you are too old to care.

>>69793
>No.

L-Let's not push our luck. Forgive us, great witch!

>>69793
>"No." After all, you are talking to a Witch.
I am not questioning, just want to understand the situation better. After all, I am not as wise as a great witch.

>>69793
>"Yes." You realize you are too old to care.

I want to understand what you see in a....defective.

>>69810
>>69824
>>69832
>>69839

This tie makes me so happy.

>>69793

>"Yes." You realize you are too old to care.

You would only be good for a pair of years at best, and then there's the whole losing contact with reality deal.

>>69793
>Yes
We're getting too old for this shit.

>>69853
The wording is very important in front of a witch. :/ can't be helped.

>>69896
She threw a coke can at our head. I don't think she's the sort to stand on formality and stuffiness.

>>69810
>>69839
>>69859
>>69879

She stares at you blankly; this might be, by far, the furthest behavior you could have expected a Witch to have. You aren't sure wheter you are more impressed by your newfound carelesness or by the odd behavior of a godlike being.

Because neither shake you in the least.

She sighs and... awkardly climbs her altar. You watch her struggle with her legs.

For a brief moment as she tries to climb, you notice her stare at you from the corner of her eye.

...until she makes it. She then drops on her magnificent couch like nothing happened, and clears her throat again.

>>69949
Indeed, but is better be safe than sorry. Unless she explicitly tells you that is ok. She is an all mighty witch after all. :/

>>69962
>awkardly

Climb that ladder!

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"...You have good references."

You stare at her and far beyond, a powerful clue slowly rising from within.
And you'd rather not believe it. At all. Or even consider it.
At least not now.

You notice the witch staring at you, a funny look on her hard gaze; you wonder what she's thinking.

"If you don't have any further issues..."

>Write in
>Nod.

>>69966
I'm not about to suggest that she looks heavier than a duck and she should get on a scale and prove her witchyness. I just think that a witch who hurls beverages at people's heads to watch them pop is probably a bit...odd, and is used to a bit off oddity from her "guests".

>>70068
>>Nod.

>>70068
;~~;

Leader... LEEDAH...!! ;_;

>Swallow our tears and nod

Sorry I took so long! ;w;
A haremhorn teacher tought we lost a smallhorn somewhere; it just happens the little thing can climb higher than my heart can take.

It's all nice now!

>>70068
>Nod.

Yeah, that's probably the clearest answer we'll get.

>>70068
>Nod.

>>70077
Even if I agree with that logic, assuming things like that could get you in trouble or worse in front of an all mighty being.
Assuming that this is her first time metting her, you don't know for sure how to limit your behaviour in front of her. She is the one with power here, not you, so she can have the ¨luxury¨ to be odd if she so desires. The confidence to speak your mind freely has yet to be earned. Plus if it wasn't, the way she speaks with her would give you a clue about that kind of thing (or so a think at least)

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>>70116
>>70100
>>70082

"This audience, is over."

She turns back on her couch; you keep looking at her until she turns around and sees the haremhorn looking concerned at the door; her hard stare remains until finally one of the crows lands next to you, leading you out of the room a bit faster than the haremhorn can handle and without turning back at all.

It goes away once you are at the entrance of the teather; you notice black hooded figures some bigger than others; it seems the place is guarded.

The haremhorn stops the wheelchar. She walks up to you; and hugs you.

Everything still seems blurry. Ever since...

She whispers to your ear "I believe in you." She rises, and the wheelchair keeps on moving. You wonder if that's what they say to the musclehorns; you wonder how would they feel, since they become shy and wary when it happens. After all you didn't feel a thing.

"Stop."

She stops. Most people around you either make it blatantly obvious that you are being stared at or simply are far too bad at masking it, but that's not the point here and now; when you go in there and talk to the himehorns, they will know. They will know you are a blantant defective; they won't even wonder or care about how did you manage to live this long. Defectives are killed for a reason; a very good reason.

The Southern Witch Apostle must have gone completely insane.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we are done!

Congratulations anonhorn! You made it without a single casualty! Im happy for you! =w=

We are ending the quest early today, It was more of a short story than a quest to... but this time I DID IT, anonhorn didn't wreck anything on the way, all I had to do was take off the choices!

Anyway, the next quest is going to be very long.

>>70282
Until next time, Haremhorn.

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>>70282
Thank you for running!

>>70282
Thanks for running, Haremhorn. The suprise opening made my day.

>>70282
Thanks for running harem. Dear sweet jesus that is one heck of a way for a quest opening. Could anonhorns have saved Leader?

>>70282
Hey it's a special day today ain't it

Have a nice night OP