treasure wars // scavenger hunt

[fulzanin]

RED

Scavenger hunt. The term was foreign to Red. He hadn't ever been the participant in such a thing. Perhaps his group's quests for items could be considered a scavenger hunt, of a sort. The Pikmin had always been under the command of The Leader, though. They weren't actually the ones doing the searching. Only the collecting. "There's a prize?"

BLUE

"It might have to do with pellet values," Blue grunted. Walking was hard for the crocodile to manage, especially in the cold mountains. Blue was stubborn and refused any form of aid. Nor did he acknowledge whenever he was told that the cold was not suitable for a 'reptile'. Whatever that was. It didn't hold any value to him.

YELLOW

On Blue's back, like always, was Yellow. The wingless falcon trotted back and forth along the reptile's spine, moving yet refusing to touch the ground. Her eyes were wide and frightful, but a scoffing noise sounded from her when she heard Blue's remark. "It could mean storage as well, Blue." The falcon clucked, "we can't ever forget the importance of storage."

WHITE

Unlike Blue, who had troubles with moving around constantly, White had small size to her advantage. The albino serpent could easily slither over whatever obstacles that came her way. If she couldn't, well, a shout for Purple usually did the trick. The bison would help her move across the ground, and even provided warmth when the cold even got too much for her to bare. "I'm more interested in that prize that was mentioned," White hissed, coming to a halt close to Red.

PURPLE

Purple slowly came trudging past Blue. It wasn't hard, the crocodile was slow to scrape across the ground. "But Blue and Yellow are right too, White. Those are very important." Purple's words were slow, concise, and rumbled deeply. The purple bison shook her head, ruffling her massive amount of fluff.

WINGS

Wing came fluttering across, awkwardly managing a hover. "I do really like prizes, though." She said, clicking her beak rapidly a few times. Would there even be a prize? The bird of prey did not think that she had even heard the host mention such a thing. Only the concept of a scavenger hunt. "Is the scavenger hunt deadly? We can't partake if it's deadly!"

ROCK

"I don't think it's deadly if people are actively showing up," Rock muttered. He copied Purple, giving his pelt a small shake. His fur was dense, refusing to shed in order to compensate for the cold air. He was used to having a rock covered body. This? All this fur? It brought a heavy discomfort to him.