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>>82640
That came up all togueter.
Anyway, waiting for anonhorn! =w=

>>82640
I am not sure if she was talking about all the himehorns in this room or ALL the himehorns...

>Write in!
The great witch gave a special task. I have to prepare all of us to be fitting citizens of her domain.

>>82683

She should have quite the voice to talk to ALL the himehorns; there must be quite a few in the caves yet!

Let's wait a bit longer.

>>82640
>”We are one herd now.”
and
>>82683
>The great witch gave a special task. I have to prepare all of us to be fitting citizens of her domain.

>>82640
>Write in!

>"All of you who are here, including me. We are strangers. You know as well as I do that it is not the way our kind to mingle with other herds.

All of you who are here, have survived a great tragedy. The great sadness that is losing your herd. Unlike the Nohorns we cannot live without a herd. The Witch has given me and all of you another chance, as a herd, alongside the Nohorns, even if we are not of the same nursery.

We have survived the great calamity that drove of us underground and turned the green lands into ones of endless snow. If we work together, as hard that is no herd, maybe we will also survive the broken pact."

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>>83051
>>82683
One more anonhorn and we go! If we have two we have ties and little reasoning.

>>82683
>>83051
Is anonhorn sure?

You might want to consider this!
>>83132

There's no hurry. =w=

>>83132
What a leader-like speech! Voting for this one!

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>>83138
Most anonhorns are probably still asleep. Me? I just want happy eggs, happy herd, happy horns.

>>83178
You can't know it and don't want it! =w=

Votes called then!

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>>83132

"All of you who are here, including me. We are strangers. You know as well as I do that it is not the way of our kind to mingle with other herds."

You turn your gaze constantly at the himehorns instead of staring at a single fixed point... but you can't help but notice some of them, almost half of the whole, is either staring at the floor or hugging someone.

You get some fuel in your throat.

"All of you who are here, have survived a great tragedy. The great sadness that is losing your herd. Unlike the Nohorns we cannot live without a herd. The Witch has given me and all of you another chance, as a herd, alongside the Nohorns, even if we are..."

You notice something by the corner of your eye and stop talking.

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>>83236

That’s…. that’s a snowhorn.

You are almost sure of it; because you actually never, ever seen one of those. You keep on talking, not very sure about what you are saying as you look at the snowhorn move her legs back and forth as she looks at you with a funny smile in a cheerful demeanor, right next to a haremhorn that lost half of her left arm.

You clear your thoat again.

"We have survived the great calamity that drove us underground and turned the green lands into ones of endless snow. If we work together, as hard that is no herd, maybe we will also survive the broken pact."

A musclehorn stands. She takes her time to stretch her arms, her eyes fixed on you… and she screams “Leader!”. “Leader!” another hornmother joins, “Leader!” even the snowhorn has risen from her chair, jumping up and down, “Leader!” that is your herd, making as much sound as they can and suddenly…

“Leader!”

“LEADER!”

“Leedaaaah!”

…even the smallhorns are cheering, hornmothers raising their closed fists against the roof, a haremhorn carefully rising a tiny smallhorn in her hands that you think is yelling “Leedaah!” but is muffled by the sudden rain of cheering, maybe she’s just hungry.

This… came up pretty well.

>Keep on going (write in!)
>Salute and leave.

>>83267
It's time to get down to business. Let's find out about the provisions. The hornmothers are going to need nests, the haremhorns and smallhorns are going to need a nursery space, the musclehorns are going to need fresh meat... and we're going to have to restart the herd records. There's a lot to do.

>Salute and leave.

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>>83298
Im going to wait 10 minutes between choices after this one from now on, unless there are three votes made!

Starting now! =w=

>>83267
>Keep on going (write in!)

>Gesture for the Snowhorn to come closer
>"Look at this smallhorn. She is a Wronghorn, something that is not welcome among us. Yet here she is. She probably survived being cast out. Survived the white nothingness when other Himehorns would have given up. Even if it meant coming to such a scary place full of Nohorns. I see other Wronghorns among you, I see other who survived without a herd for so long. Join us and show us how survived, so our new herd, were everyone smells different, may learn. "


We should probably take notes of how many Himehorns nor from our herd there are and look what skills they posses. We will need Everyhorn if we want to survive.

>>83360
MAKE THE HERD GREAT AGAIN

>>83256
SNOWHORN! <3
>>83360
I like this one. Is more or less what I was about to say.
Lots of things to do now... but where do we start?

>>83384
Babysteps, I think.

First take inventory of how many himehorns there are, including the wronghorns.
Then give everyone some time to mourn, everyone of these horns have memories of their old herds just like old Leaderhorn has, mourning might make everyone a bit more aware of what they have in common.

After all, being around Wronghorns and being around Himehorns who do not smell like your herd will take much time to accept. If it ever happens.

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>>83360

You point at the Snowhorn; she smiles and points at herself, and you move the fingers of your only hand back and forth towards her. She takes a happy leap (it almost seems literal) from her chair and climbs over a musclehorn to her right and struggles with a sleeping hornmother on the way; you didn't intend for it, but she actually climbs to the stage and stands happily next to you clenching your right hand.
You briefly stare at her, trying to figure out her whole story; all you get is, she seems cheerful.

And you look at them straight.

"Look at this smallhorn. She is a Wronghorn, something that is not welcome among us. Yet here she is. She probably survived being cast out. Survived the white nothingness when other Himehorns would have given up. Even if it meant coming to such a scary place full of Nohorns. I see other Wronghorns among you, I see other who survived without a herd for so long. Join us and show us how survived, so our new herd, were everyone smells different, may learn. "

You end the speech staring at her; she nods.

A hornmother rises. She looks very... leaderlike. It's a quality you can't quite describe, but most of the time you nail it.

"I don't believe you."

...One of her horns is held togueter by a silver looking stick.

"Prove it."

>Write in.
>"There will be a time for that."

>>83479
>Write in.
What is there to doubt? The great witch summoned me and gave me the task to prepare all of us to be fitting citizens of her domain. If she didn’t want us here, we wouldn’t be here and I doubt that we would be alive now if that were the case.

>>83479
>Write in
>"What is there to prove? Look around you. Nearly everyone here bears wounds or scars either from the Templars, from Nohorns, or yes, from other herds. You (Point at her horn). Me. (Look at your mangled body and the rest of your herd). Even her. (Point towards the snowhorn)
>Do you want more bloodshed and sadness?"

>>83350
I changed my mind about this, rushing anonhorn will do more harm than good xwx

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>>83677
Uuuuuuuuuuu. I am trying my best here. Old Leader has to hold her tears back for a better tomorrow.

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>>83725
We all have to, anonhorn. ;w;

But it's ok to cry! It's more about the timing.

>>83479
It's a gamble, what maybe we could order our haremhorns to feed the smallhorns of another herd. Our smells will mix together. Show that we're really one herd now.

>>83556
>>83648
>>83838

So! What shall it be? =w=

>>83838
That seems like a rash decision if you think what happened to the cakeist after he touched some of the smallhorns. Then again, he was a nohorn.

Personally I would like to try to reason with her before we do something drastic. Old Leader is currently probably feeling tired and miserable and not very leader-like.

>>83949
Hm, true. Okay, let's talk and see where it goes.

Voting for:
>>83648

>>83960
>>83949
We moving! Nanananana

>>83991
We could have combined the answers... but oh, well.

>>83648

"What is there to prove? Look around you. Nearly everyone... here..."

The himehorns are suddenly very... very quiet, the broken-horned Leader staring at you.

She's not staring at you.

You turn around. There's no wall anymore, no stage, no red big curtains.

Only a beutiful, endless field of green.

You swallow.

>Walk into the endless field of grass and happy horns and happy herds!
>Ask the herd for input; this could be a trap of some sort!

>>84029
Aaaaaaaaaa where is the Pathfinder when we need it!

>Ask the herd for input; this could be a trap of some sort!

>>84013
Plus, I think that she doesn’t have any option but to believe in us anyway…
We could have told her that if she doesn’t like it, she is free to leave, and tell the same to everyone. We are here to survive, but we won’t be able to do it if we can’t cooperate as a true herd and make our differences to a side. So if she doesn’t like it and can’t get used to the idea, she is free to leave, and the same goes for everyone else. This ¨new herd¨ is for those who wish to survive, for those who are willing to improve themselves in order to survive. If they think that they can do better on their own, instead of having the helping hand of fellow himehorns and the protection of the witch… well, they can leave.

>>84073
In your left hand, anonhorn!

>>84029
>Pathfinder!

If it's still there, then this is the proof they seek! This is the power of the great witch!

>>84029
>Pathfinder
A trap? The great witch wouldn't bother to do something so silly and waste so much time. If she wanted to do us harm, we would be dead already.

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>>84104
>>84122

You use the pathfinder. A powerful bolt of searing pain rushes trough your arm.

Horns a bit heavy, you realize you are staring at the ground and let a deep sigh before you slowly rise your head, your neck struggling a little.

They are all staring at you; most dumbfolded, the hornmothers and the haremhorns all pointing at their lefts hands frantically, the hornmothers gesturing wildly with their mouths.

They look very funny.

As the himehorns stare at you, some with their mouths a little open and some still whispering among themselves the frown on your face is the first thing that crosses your mind. You clear your throat.

“As I was saying-“

“WRONGHORN, GO HOME!”

You don’t even flinch at the words; it was bound to happen. A single hornmother is standing among the crowd, her hands shaking as she points at you. You quickly consider a retort…

>”A wronghorn; but an old wronghorn.”
>”This is not the time for-

…before your choices are drowned by the sudden flurry of screams from the hornmothers.

"GO HOME WRONGHORN!"

"You a defective, not a Leader!"

"Go home!"

..the words “wronghorn”, “defective”, “Leader”, “home”, all meshing in a hurricane of sound and sarcasm.

You stare at your haremhorn; she nods, sadly. You'd ask her how long you've been out... but you can guess.

Well at least that went like you had expected; it’s not failure that you fear, but being unable to see it coming; you can’t brace for what you can’t grasp.

So you quietly hum a little song as the haremhorn pushes the chair.

As you reach the corner you shift your horns and feel your eyes widen even if just a little bit.

“That place looks nice. Let’s go there.”

You.. don't actually feel sad.

It seems the theater was almost next to a cliff of sorts; you stare at a cute looking open place like a plaza, limited by short railings.

The chair makes a faint piercing sound as it drifts, and you wonder how deep the drop goes when you hear a little scream and the piercing sound makes you clench your teeth as you are suddenly dragged to a dark alley; the feeling on your throat sharp and cold.

“See how easy that was?”

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>>84225

The feeling fades. You don’t turn, and you don’t answer. The voice is almost high pitched, sharp at the end of every word.

“You don’t even have one of those muscles horns with you. And you don’t have an arm.”

A sharp sound of water clutching and a strange face is right in front of yours barely touched by the outside light.

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“You NEED me!”

White long hair and a painful looking burn over her right brown eye, the templar stares at you with a wide, wide smile but without frowning her eyebrows, it almost looks as if she’s being told a good story.

You blink.

You ponder where the third hornmother would be, as the stranger’s smile slowly starts to fade.

“Where are your muscles horns? Don’t you have muscles horns? I thought the Leaders had them for bodyguards. I kinda like the muscles horns.”

You remain in silence, as she waits for you to reply.

“One of them even got one of the guards at the entry and he was trying to help.” Her smile returns. “She ripped him apart! It was like that time one of the sisters slipped and fell with her legs wide open and the pants went “shhhhrr” right under her bum.”

Her smile fades…

“Are there gyms in the caves?”

>”Yes”
>”No”
>…

>>84260
>"..."

Why is there a nohorn bully in here?! What is the great witch thinking?!

>Start sweating our alert scent!

>>84260
>…
Reply with a tired "Why? We honoured the pact. We kept to ourselves. So why? Why even the Smallhorns?"

>>84260
No need to be so alarmed, if she wanted to do us harm, she would have attacked first and asked questions later.
>”No”
... but there are enough big rocks to lift and musclehorns to train with (under normal circumtances)

>>84354
Plus, we are in inside the great witch's domain. So she can't do anything to us (as far as I know)

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>>84334
>>84317

"Why? We honoured the pact. We kept to ourselves. So why? Why even the smallhorns?"

The templar shrugs.

"The sisters are crazy, and they do crazy things. This is one of the biggest. Maybe the biggest. Oh, but Im not mean! You see, Im..."

You think of Leader. The templar looks at you in the eyes, and her eyebrows shrug as her mouth drops a bit.

“Are you ok? You don’t look ok. It’s ok to be scared, Im kind of a nutjob and I just dragged you into an alley.”

“I feel a bit fuzzy.”

“Oh that happens, sometimes I spin on the same spot and try to endure. I’ve been getting pretty good at it!”

You open your mouth briefly but nothing comes out.

The templar just blinks at you for a while, and then fumbles through her large clothes, then into her pockets… until a piece of cake comes out on her hand. It’s a little dusty. And smashed.

“Are you hungry? Do you want? The flour was cheap, but I didn’t add too much milk so it’s sturdy enough.”

You look at the cake, then back at her… then back at the cake. You nod; and grab the cake with your only remaining hand. You turn your gaze back at the templar.

>"Who are you?"
>"What do you want?"
>”Where is the haremhorn?”

>>84317
That is automatic anonhorn!

Not very useful without musclehorns to. ;w;

>>84391
>”Where is the haremhorn?”

Lets hope she is alright

>>84391
>eat it
Cake is yummy

>Who are you?
>What do you want?

>>84391
The cake is horrible... *eats it anyway* (don't forget to say thank you afterwards)
>"Who are you?"
>”Where is the haremhorn?”
>"What do you want?"
In that order.

>>84475
Oops, I meant to say That it looks horrible.

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>>84461
>>84475

Her smile returns and quickly fades again into a neutral face; she looks at the ground and mutters, every time a bit louder. You get your head and horns closer, munching on the cake. It doesn't taste that bad.

“…just call me… just, just call me…”

She looks at you.

“Just call me Trash.”

>”…Trash?”
>”…Trash.”

>>84526
Where is the Haremhorn, Trash?

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>>84526
A fitting name for a nohorn.

>"Trash!"

>>84526
This looks like she wants to be called trash to feel better for something that she did. Anyway!
>”…Trash?”
That is no name, give her a nickname instead.

We'l continue the quest a bit later on! ;w;
Anonhorn takes too much to answer.

>>84630
Okay! Thanks for running!

>>84630
Sorry haremhorn, came in late. Thanks for running though! Also
>”…Trash?”

>>83479
>were everyone smells
Where everyone smells

>>84029
>beutiful

Damn I'm too late.

>>84526
>”…Trash.”

>>84526
...Trash?

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>>85225
Oh don't worry anonhorn, the quest goes on as much as Im going to that ladder. T_T
I have to do something about that rule.

Furthermore...!

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>>87876
>>85086
>>84603

"Trash, yes, Trash, what do you care you don't even have names."

"It is an odd name."

"Feel free to give it any meaning you want; I'l just ask you to do it."

She seems serious.

>"What do you want?"
>"Where is the haremhorn?"

>>92196
>where is the haremhorn?
We haven't got many himehorns left.

>>92196
Where is the haremhorn?"

>>92196
>"Where is the haremhorn?"

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>>92281
>>92414
>>92563

“She’s ok! She has some rope and tape on her. I left her under a big box for apples. I hope nobody wants apples, at least for now. It’d be awkward if I asked for an apple and they gave me a harems horns; how do you even peel them? And are they good for you ? What do you do with the horns? There are so many questions, and I just want to eat.”

"Trash, what do you want?"

“I want to help! And you will pay me. And I don’t think you have a choice either. So you will pay me and I’l do things for you.”

“Why?”

She seems to ponder about this for a while, her stare away from you.

“I don’t… really like the sisters much.”

"And I don't believe you."

Trash keeps looking at you a bit longer, then stands up fully straight and goes behind you. You notice Trash covered the dark alley’s entrance with her long cape as she takes it off and puts it back on.
She kicks the apple box and makes short work of the ropes on the haremhorn with a black edge that you don’t see where it comes from, and she then takes the tape from her mouth in a single stroke; the haremhorn slowly stands as she quivers.

Trash keeps on walking; then she turns around at the distance. “Come on, follow me!”

>You motion with your lips at the haremhorn; ”Get me out of here!”
>You follow Trash.

>>93424
I have some time, so let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
>You follow Trash.

>>93424
>You follow Trash.

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>>93455
>>93471

Trash stops and the haremhorn too, until Trash notices and beckons by moving her fingers togueter back and forth.
Once you get next to her, she points at the distance; it’s another templar standing by a cart, as a nohorn with a single big eye instead of two draws something smoking from the cart in front of her.
The haremhorn suddenly grabs the handles of the wheelchair…

“Stop.”

She does; she seems shaken. Trash looks at her, then at you.

“It’s ok! They can’t hurt you here. We can’t hurt you here, well at least not in broad daylight. And Im here! Well not for long. Watch this."

Trash leaves; as the cyclops is handing food to the templar Trash walks behind her and just keeps on going. Once the templar is done eating, she fumbles trough her pants and talks to the cyclops nohorn using big wide hand motions, the cyclops just shaking her head from side to side.

You notice Trash coming towards you, she looks at you and shrugs, smiling.

"What just happened?"

“We have this thing called cash. You’l get used to it."

>”More proof.”
>”...Fair enough”.

>>93603
>”...Fair enough”.
You need money to get stuff, so what? Even if her intentions were honest, we are penniless himehorns at the moment. We can't pay her... or am I missing something here?

>>93603
>Fair enough
>"But we do not have any cash to give you. And I still dont understand why you nee us."

>>93680
Don't you have a job now? =w=

>>93603
>”...Fair enough”.

>>93721
Only theorethically since we were shoot down by the other Himehorns before we even had a chance.

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>>93680
>>93715

"I have no means to pay you as for now."

Trash draws something from her pocket and hands it to you. You take it, and stare at it.

"That's a wallet. It has cash in it. Usually, mine is on a strict diet; if only it wasn't so mindful of her weight."

You look inside the wallet and draw some papers from it; they have a familiar face in them.

"We made them as a joke but they stuck. Enna doesn't really like them, she doesn't whine either."

You notice the templar behind the cart with the one eyes nohorn nowhere to be seen; a sad look on her face. And you look over Trashs shoulder.

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A gigantic bridge caughts your attention.

It looks astounding, you are not used to look at something from this kind of distance, it makes you feel like it’s way bigger than it is.

But it is pretty big.

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"What should we do now, Leaders horns?"

Trash voice brings you back to reality; you never expected the nohorns to go so far with their buildings; you wonder what else awaits.

"How are you dealing with templars?

"I don't like them, but they don't know that. They think I do; they think their jokes are funny. Im just very, very good at lying."

"Not your finest idea to tell me."

"I could be lying."

She stares at you with her wide smile, while a hornmother quietly walks by your side. Trash remains staring at you as your mouth slowly opens as you look around...

Into a haremhorn.
Grabbing a musclehorns horns, sitting behind her heads.
Peacefully walks down the streets, everybody else either staring or getting out of the way very fast.

Your haremhorn rushes the wheelchair towards the musclehorn… and you can’t help but notice as your wheels roll;

Two hornmothers walking around togueter, one haremhorn rushing behind them

A haremhorn getting food from a bag from anywhere, choosing the right materials.

A musclehorn munching on a tiny animal, somebody screaming around her; a smallhorn in her hand, looking around and pointing at things.

Your nursery haremhorn getting things into her basket, along your two hornmothers and the other three haremhorns, the himehorns are taking food from anywhere without a second though and people are looking from anywhere and pointing at things and someone is struggling with a haremhorn over a long piece of meat.

And only one word comes to your mind; "Oh."

"You should have seen your face!"

You either wonder how or how can you even be glad now you met Trash.

"Seems we can get you started."

"Oh but I have another idea."

"Which would be...?"

She nods. “Not blowing my cover.”

>”I’ve got a few other ideas.”
>”Hindsight. Makes sense.”

And, deal with:

>Haremhorn in musclehorn.
>Two lone hornmothers.
>Haremhorn picking food into a bag.
>Musclehorn smallhorn.
>Your herd.

>>93893
I have no idea what is going on right now.
An I have no iea what the choices at han have to do with the situation at hand.

>>93929
It seems you got a few himehorns walking around, anonhorn!

As for not blowing her cover, it means if you want her to help you or not.

>>93910
... wait, why are they outside now? Are they the same ones we met before or just some random citizens? @_@ I am confused.

If they are not the ones we met before, we have to go and deal with ¨our herd¨ first and make them recognized us as their leader and go talk the details of the stuff will will need, etc.

>>93974
This.

>>93974
How could they be random citizens? ;w;

>>94015
No one said that we were the first himehorns in her domain...

>>94032
Then why would the great witch ask you to train them before releasing?

>>93974
>>94032
First try try yelling at our own Hornmothers to keep the Haremhorns from just taking stuff and order them to put everything back where it came from.

We should probably deal with the Musclehorns ourselves since them getting violent and starting killing Nohorns in a Nohorn City would be bad.

>>94046
New batch of immigrant himehorns and someone had to do it? ...

>>94046
But how were they released in the first place?

>>94067
But they had them confined, anonhorn. You may or may not be the first batch to arrive, but Enna still didn't know the proper term for a Leader or how to deal with them.

>>94069
CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOPse of that; oh, I think I just spoiled the quest. ;w;

>>94100
Well anyway, I think we should go with those both:
>>93974
>>94063

Awaiting choices! Nanana!

>>94132

I agree with this. Better to manage properly our herd and only after that deal with the rest

>”I’ve got a few other ideas.”
>”Hindsight. Makes sense.”

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Hmm, maybe I should put it simply this time!

You are talking with Trash, suddenly himehorns are stealing food everywhere, you have to manage them since it's your job and you can either ask Trash for help or not; if you do templars will notice and she won't be able to infiltrate them for you, but if you don't ask her for help then It might get a lot harder.

I might have been too vague! Just ask me if I miss something anonhorn, haremhorns aren't usually QM's. =w=

Sorry, lunch break...
>>94240
>”Hindsight. Makes sense.”
"Well then, my duty calls me, so come see me later when no one is looking so we can talk more in detail."
>Haremhorn picking food into a bag.
Go and pay for what she is taking and/or make her give it back.
>Musclehorn & smallhorn.
For the love of god, make her stop eating that innocent pet... and apologize to the owner (and make HER apologize too)
>Haremhorn in musclehorn.
Make them follow you.
>Two lone hornmothers
Make them follow you with the food the haremhorn brought.
>Your herd.
Gather everyone and go back so we can talk things out.

>>94442
I love this answer so much. =w=
Anonhorn can either deal with these kind of choices at the same time or one by one, unless something comes out in one of them,

>>94487
Well that is the order I would like do everything.
I put the haremhorn picking food second so we can use the food if we need it to deal with the others.

>>94442
Good answers.

By the way, everything after the templar showed up was pretty hard to follow. I have no idea whether we're inside or outside or what's really happening. It's very hard to visualize...

Thank you for this summary though:
>>94363

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>>94609
I will try to be specific from now on! Anonhorn can always let me know Im missing something. =w=

>>94516
Then go we go with that!

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"Well then, my duty calls me, so come see me later when no one is looking so we can talk more in detail."

Trash looks at the musclehorn slowly munching on the tiny, juicy pet; and she looks back at her. One of her eyes twitch.

"I hope we get to."

Trash storms out. You tap the chair with your hand and point at the haremhorn getting all manners of fruits and... all manners of food at all into a big brown bag, even an apple an odd looking passerby was just about to bite.

You get to her and raise the wallet.

"Do not worry, nohorns! I have cash!"

Someone grabs the haremhorn's arm and is quickly bitten, the haremhorn then storms off carrying the bag on her shoulder. Your worried gaze is quickly interrupted as you glance at a musclehorn just drifting into a corner, the smallhorn in her hand biting on a bloody piece of meat; she seems to be having a hard time munching it. As your haremhorn pushes you into the corner you are almost launched forward when the wheelchair brakes as nohorns run right in front of you wielding odd weapons.

You tap the wheelchair again almost in anger, it follows the musclehorn.

It's a dead end. The musclehorn turns at the nohorns, the smallhorn looking at them holding the meat near her face with her mouth wide open, her tiny cheeks all red.

>Get in between.
>Let the nohorns handle the situation.

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>>94873
>One of her eyes twitch.
>One of Trash's eyes twitch.

>>94873
>>Get in between.
"Stop! You, give the Nohorns back their meat. Nohorns, do not hurt her, she does not understand your ways. I act on behalf of the Witch and will punish her."

>>95001
Anonhorns have no idea how much it hurt making the Leader's speech write in a dream.

At least the first part was real. ;w;

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>>94873
>Get in betweeh

Do this:
>>95001
And make extra sure we resist eating that delicious meat. It smells so good...

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>>95066
>>95001

"Let me in, let me in! Nohorns, move aside!"

Some nohorns move aside and stare at you as the haremhorn pushes the wheels to their legs, until you finally are in front of the musclehorn; for one brief moment you can't help but glance at the meat, but you shrug it off.

You look at the musclehorn's black eyes, her face frowning, her muscles tense.

"Stop! You, give the Nohorns back their meat. Nohorns, do not hurt her, she does not understand your ways. I act on behalf of the Witch and will punish her!"

The musclehorn's muscles don't move an inch. She slowly leaves the smallhorn inside a tiny bucket for water behind her... and turns to you. Her eyes sharp; her breath tense.

The nohorns rise their weapons all at once and point at her from over you. Your haremhorn drags you back a little, but stops once you rise your hand.

You rise from your chair and stand to the musclehorn; she flexes her arms.

>Write in.

>>95285
Do you want the Herd to die? Stop that. There are new rules. You need to learn them.


Yaaaay! I caught up!

>>95402
This!

Additionally!
>"Think! How would you feel if a Haremhorn took your food away? Think of how ashamed your Himehorns and your Hornmother would be!''

>>95285
The musclehorn was just trying to feed the smallhorn... her herd must be missing haremhorns.. ;~~;

Quickly buy some tasty vegetables or fruit with our money! Have our haremhorn offer the musclehorn the vegetable... that will be our first step to putting that musclehorn under our control:

"The haremhorns are going scrub your twice as hard if you don't stop being bad!"

>>95487
Actually, if the smallhorn is that small, we probably don't even need the vegetables. Let's have our haremhorn offer some milk. That should work.

Is anonhorn sure?

>>95462
>>95402
Maybe we need to take things more slowly? The musclehorn is protecting a smallhorn... it's a dangerous situation. Maybe we should back off and try to find the a haremhorn or hornmother from its herd...

>>95585
no. but asking us if we are sure makes me less sure.

>>95624
Oh, it's not a clue or anything. =w=
It just happens with write ins! They are unique, so I'd rather give anon time to think.

>>95487
>>95506
This anon may have the right idea.

>"Did you try to feed the smallhorn? Where are your Haremhorns? If you give the meat back, one of my Haremhorns will look after the Smallhorn. And you will be fed too."

And maybe push your Wheelchair forward on your own. If she attacks us, well, we are an old broken hornmother, we tried our best, I think.

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>>95634

>>95657
I like this phrasing. Going forward in the wheelchair alone is good, too, but let's not get too close... we still have our own herdsmell and we don't want to alarm the musclehorn more than we have to.

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>>95762
>>95657
>>95613
>>95506
>>95487

>>95487

You stop the haremhorn as she rushes to you by putting the wallet right in front of her face.

"Get milk. Hurry."

The haremhorn nods and vanishes across the nohorns; you return your hard, cold, sad angry and broken glare straight at the musclehorns eyes, your only arm limping from your shoulders and the musclehorn clenches her teeths; you've been told more than a few times how intimidating you can be due to your height, even when you don't intend to.

But you smile.

"The haremhorns are going scrub your twice as hard if you don't stop being bad!"

There are no haremhorns in her herd. They are all dead, slaugthered and butchered.

Like your own.

Musclehorns aren't good caretakers; they move hard things and hunt fearsome beasts, so it's natural she tries to do what she's good at. You keep looking at her with your wide, empty smile as the nohorns whisper among each others; when the haremhorn returns you don't turn back, a nohorn running behind her yelling.

And without turning around you raise your arm and backhandedly smash him in the face; the nohorn falls to the ground, the musclehorn flinches and the nohorns behind you point some things at you. It seems haremhorns may not be that good at asking things, but they always deliver; the haremhorn puts the flask of milk in your hand, it's dripping milk from one of the corners.

You extend your arm towards the musclehorn; she looks at your hand, at you, and you tilt your head towards where you think she should be looking at; the smallhorns tiny horns and hands rising behind the bucket for water.

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"Did you try to feed the smallhorn? Where are your haremhorns? If you give the meat back, one of my haremhorns will look after the smallhorn. And you will be fed too."

The musclehorn's sight stray for a moment; she then goes back and crouches where the smallhorn is, and lifts her with both hands. She stays where she is, staring at you frowning her eyebrows, and you walk up the her and extend your hand; she makes a cage with her fingers where the smallhorn is and grabs the milk with the other hand... then your eyes widen as she extends the smallhorn towards you and she drops the little remains of the pet in the palm of your hand.

You turn around and give the tiny piece of blood dripping muscle to one of the nohorns; she (or he, you are not sure) looks at it, looks at you and lodly says "WHAT?" as you tilt your head towards the road and the musclehorns follows, making everyone stand apart with great distance.

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You fall to the ground, all of a sudden; it seems your old body is not doing well yet. The haremhorn brings the wheelchair, and you are lifted into the air and dropped into it hard, the wheelchair making a piercing sound; you don't even turn your horns.

And as the haremhorn drags you towards the city, you notice left hand right himehorns pushed by nohorns with weapons, a hornmother slips and a haremhorn stands her ground over her; she's shot in the leg, but neither falls nor move; the hornmother rises and the haremhorn drags her by the hand like nothing had happened, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

On a hunch, you use the pathfinder; a searing pain rushes from your hand, and you almost bite your tongue.

You look around you.

You still are in a wheelchair, the haremhorn is still dragging you and the musclehorn is walking in front of you with one hand rised. You gasp, and swallow, suddenly feeling a surge of something from within.

Maybe you can do it.

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It seems today I got anonhorn a bit dizzy!

>>93893

...but Im glad, Im so glad. ;w;
Anonhorn made it through, it wasn't a flawless run but neither it was a disaster. And anonhorns will to write in makes me happy, they are a lot more fun than choices even if they may be a bit harder to manage, but I don't mind, I really really don't.

Quest is done for today!

>>95966
Thanks for running!
Happy horns~ happy herd~!

>>95966
Thanks for the fun, Haremhorn.

Comfy eggs! Comfy Horns! Comfy Herd!

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>>95966
Thanks for running Haremhorn!

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>>95966
Yeah, thanks for running!