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PPhysically 100% | All healed up. MMentally 100% | Back to her normal, happy self. EEmotionally 100% 12/15/18 The forest has reawakened, it seems. Bodies congregating, while families welcome newborns and old friends unite with new. The winter solstice is upon them. Blackthistle has decorated her favorite little corner of the Ruins with boughs of pine. She is in search of a candle to light, to celebrate and welcome the return of the sun after the longest night of the year. Blackthistle rests, looking out over the pond. Though the sun beams down in the forest, she knows what time of year it is. She wonders where her strange, goat friend might be, and if he will be celebrating as well. Alchemilla joins her, grooming her gently. Blackthistle can't help but smile. The Dove then talks about their pregnancy, complaining about their pain. Poor, sweet thing! She gives them some raspberry leaf to help prepare their body for the intense discomfort coming soon. Archive 12/07/18 Awoke to a quiet forest. Since Samhain and the rut, the forest seems to have grown smaller. Few scents greeted her, but one still stood out among them - Alchemilla! The dove was late in their pregnancy, and clearly hormonal and queasy. Blackthistle sat quietly across from them, examining them from a distance. It would be very soon now that the creature would give birth. Everything must go perfectly! No complications. 10/19/18 After a quick visit to the Twin Statues, the doe encountered an active party (Jonquil, and several others whose names she didn't catch). She decided to join the fun and have a good romp and spell-bombing session. Acquired the Forest Spirit mask, and thought it was absolutely hilarious. After a good, long laugh with the group, she caught Alchemilla's scent, and rushed off to show them. Snuck into their nest while they were resting and waited to surprise them with her new appearance. Success. Time to go back to normal. The air smells of the season of Samhain. The forest bares a more surreal atmosphere than usual. Perhaps it is time to make up some more potent remedies and infusions. There is a fresh shipment of alcohol she has received, waiting to be infused with fir or cinnamon. It seems appropriate to make flavorful drinks in light of the celebration coming up. 10/12/18 Awoke to find herself surrounded by giant mushrooms! Blackthistle was quite amused, and in the mood to socialize. She wandered a short way from the blue flowers where she had spent the night, and stumbled on a very eager and playful Sindile. Had a quick romp with him, before he ran off to assist another in getting their pelt spell. Blackthistle was about to join him, when she caught the scent of Alchemilla and Osmotious nearby. She ran to them, gave the bird-deer and the ghostly male both a long nuzzle, and settled down with them. Wandered off after a while, and found Sindile again, who invited her to come play. Followed him to a small group that consisted of another canid called Jonah, and a fish-like animal named Doitsu. All seemed well and good, until they found themselves being circled by a rather terrifying, white beast (Fari). Blackthistle didn't know what to think, but her instincts screamed for her to fear it. Blackthistle was lead away by Sin, and groomed to calm her nerves, while Jonah defended the group. His efforts were appreciated, but the doe couldn't stop trembling. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when the creature ran at her, and Blackthistle scrambled to get away, working up a few scrapes and bruises in the process. The two males swiftly leaped into action and chased the reptile off, while the monochrome doe fled toward a flower patch where Doitsu was also hiding. When Sin returned, he sat with her. He smelled okay, much to Blackthistle's relief. She would have been far too afraid to leave his side to retrieve her herbs. 10/05/18 Spent time with Alchemilla. Received grooms and shiny things and soft cooing in her ear. The two of them sat with Orome and one of his harem members for a while, before Blackthistle ran off to poke around the forest. Came across mostly unfamiliar faces, and everyone seemed to be sitting quietly in small groups, so she settled down alone near the Great Oak to soak in the last of the sunlight. 10/01/18 Woke up in late afternoon. Was greeted by Hikari and Wardell, both of whom she was very happy to see again. She sat and played with them a while, but eventually needed to stretch her legs, so she nuzzled Wardell goodbye and headed deeper into the forest. Came to the Crossed Logs, and took a seat. She was soon joined by Osmotious and Alchemilla, much to her excitement. She likes that the two of them seem to get along so well, and likes it even more when she gets to be with them. 9/30/18 Took it easy today, after all the excitement of the past few. Napped for most of the day, and didn't head out until evening. The forest was quiet, though Blackthistle couldn't say she minded. She caught Wardell's scent, and followed it to where the large bull stood. She was happy to see him. His company was pleasant and doting, and she has found herself rather attracted to his feral mannerisms, despite his age. She groomed him, gave him a few good nuzzles, and sat with his harem until nightfall. Fell asleep with them. 9/28/18 Oh, what excitement. The rut has begun! Woke up to the face of a kind stranger ((thank you whoever helped her get her pelt))! Greeted them and jumped around for a moment, before she caught Alchemilla's scent and ran over to give them nuzzles. Found them in the massive heap of Kolgrimr's harem. She wasn't mad at that. The red stag was quite handsome, she thought, so she decided to stay for a while, and introduce herself to some of the new faces.. After a time, however, she grew more curious about what other competitors she might find in the forest, so, with a little spontaneity, she wandered off. She stumbled on Akil's harem, and was so warmly welcomed in, she simply had to join them. Took a seat and introduced herself. Eventually fell asleep next to a fellow judge - a giant wolf named Jörnburnd. Woke up and Akil had vanished, but all his judges were still left! Great confusion ensued, as a new harem leader was decided. Alesana took over, but Sindile hung around as well. Culzean came and sniffed around a bit too, and later L'ubomir showed up. Blackthistle thought it was all great chaotic fun! Alesana's family joined the group, and so the herd fell into the hands of her and her brother, Arlo. Blackthistle stayed with them quite a while, developing a fondness for Alesana as she did. She liked how doting the doe was, and decided that she would certainly seek her out more as the rut progressed. A creature named Altijd showed up and caused a bit of a ruckus. Arlo and Alesana worked to fend him off, however, and their efforts payed off. Blackthistle couldn't help but be curious about the stag's odd and somewhat enticing appearance - she believed their might be an intriguing story there - but she was far too content staying at Alesana's side to depart just yet. After things started winding down, and Alesana departed, Blackthistle ran off to seek out her old friend, Tristan. He was hanging around Alchemilla and Elijah, both whom the doe was acquainted with, so she joined their group. She grew restless, however, and spent the remainder of the day running between harem groups, acquainting herself with all the competitors and challengers she could find, as well as the other judges. She met Sabit, Altijd (under better circumstances), and several others. All in all, she thought it was quite a successful first day, and by the end of it her nervousness had entirely dissipated. 9/26/18 Woke up in a blue flower patch, and quickly caught the scent of Alchemilla. She pranced over to them, delighted to see them for the second day in a row! They were sitting with several others, all who Blackthistle was unfamiliar with. One was a doe named Neli; another's name she didn't catch; and a rather terrifyingly enormous demon named Elijah. He introduced himself to her, however, and politely allowed her to sit with her new friend. She did so, but made sure to give him plenty of space just in case. After sitting and chatting with Alchemilla, Blackthistle learned that the group had just been attacked by a creature called Scavenger. This made her nervous - she'll definitely be keeping a wary eye out for him in the future. After the others left, Blackthistle and Alchemilla returned to the Dove's nest, where Blackthistle was showered in crystals and glowing rocks and other shiny things. Alchemilla cooed softly, while Blackthistle listened intently. She was told stories of the Dove's homeland, Issioria, which delighted her. 9/25/18 Resting; saving her strength for the coming weeks. Took a stroll past the pond, and settled at the Twin Statues. Her wares have all been prepared. Now she can relax, and enjoy the quiet before the coming storm. She is excited, but nervous. Will she be accepted into a harem? Will she decide to have a fawn if she is? She is uncertain of many things, but her body is ready for whatever may happen. Met a sweet, new face while roaming around near the Ruins. Their name was Alchemilla. Blackthistle noticed their round belly, and realized very soon after that they were pregnant! How wonderful! She quickly jumped at the opportunity to offer them some medicine to help ease nausea, and told them that if they were ever in need of her aid later in the pregnancy, she would happily be there to help. The two were soon joined by a third: Isto. More friendly faces! Blackthistle was over the moon to have more company. 9/21/18 Relaxed in the sunlight for a long time, planning which remedies to begin making to prepare for rut. She is planning on participating, and believes that if a stag or doe will be fighting for her, then the least she could do is offer them some aide in return. 11/13/17 Settled down in the cool shade of a cluster of trees, and watched the goings on around her. Was pleasantly surprised by how crowded the forest near the pond was. There were so many wonderful creatures to observe, and most seemed to be in a good enough mood that the white doe didn't feel too invasive by staring. She just couldn't help herself! Journeyed toward the pond, and came across a somewhat familiar beast. Blackthistle had seen the striking, white face of Ezekiel here before, but not often alone. Curiosity consumed her, and she decided to take a seat fairly close to him. It was difficult to tell if he minded or not, for he kept a stoic demeanor. ...Regardless, she moved closer. Didn't mean to fall asleep. Oops! When she woke up, Blackthistle was rather embarrassed, and so left Ezekiel's side to roam the forest. Found a comfortable patch of poppies, and curled up there. 11/12/17 Winter's chill has begun to set in, and Blackthistle finds herself slowing down to preserve energy. Much to her excitement, she has found someone to provide her with stocks of alcohols and oils: Llyr is a fellow herbalist, as well as an inter-world traveler, and Blackthistle is both enticed by the doe's fascinating life and grateful for her help. When she awoke, she decided to begin immediately, and headed to the Ruins to start on a tincture. With the cold season rearing its head, Blackthistle chose to use echinacea first. She poured half a bowl of alcohol, and diluted it with water, then left the roots and leaves to soak. She ran into a couple of friendly strangers at the Twin Statues, and had some fun playing around with forest magic. Unfortunately, she didn't catch their names before she took her leave. 10/22/17 Returned to the Ruins to check on the infused peppermint. It had developed a vibrant aroma, signifying it was finished. The fae sipped it contentedly for a while, as she checked on the rest of her drying plants. Decided she would need to get a hold of some alcohols, vinegars, and oils if she was going to begin better strengthening and preserving her medicines. Wondering who she could ask to fill such an order. Caught Favager's scent and decided to check up on him at the Playground. He was sitting alone, as she'd found him before, but not wanting to seem too forward, Blackthistle took a seat atop a separate stone. She was greeted suddenly by a sweet creature by the name of Jude. It took everything in Blackthistle's power to not openly jump to asking the fawn questions about his face, though her curiosity nearly got the better of her on the matter. He was so gentle and friendly though, the thought of hurting his feelings was too upsetting to bear, so the doe kept her big mouth shut. They went to join up with his friend, Jerah, another young buck who possessed quite a stunning pelt. The doe adored the two of them. Wanted to wrap them up in blankets and give them tea and cookies. Blackthistle figured that perhaps she could ask Jude about his condition another time. Besides, two noses to boop? All the more to love! But... she couldn't help wondering if they had parents lurking nearby. She certainly didn't want to get herself in trouble with a protective mother! However, she was met with no aggression or hostility during her time with them. Eventually, though, she had to bid the fawns farewell, and returned to the Ruins. Had a nap, and awoke to find two stags romping nearby. Was invited to join in by one called Sirius. Was overjoyed at the request, and went frolicking with them. Learned the second stag's name to be Agrippa. Saw that the older male was getting tired out by all the playing, so the three settled down on a hill together. 10/20/17 Awoke, and thought she might romp around the birch forest, hunting for herbs and meeting those who hung around an area of the woods she rarely visited. As she was unearthing a patch of mullein, however, she caught sight of a small, skeleton-painted buck approaching her. Curious, she nodded to him, but he moved along quickly. A little while later, the creature returned, and had brought a friend with him! The doe introduced herself, and discovered their names to be Tristan and Cu. They were very friendly, so Blackthistle decided to join them on their adventures for the morning. They hopped around and goofed off for quite a while, and even picked up a few more companions here and there, though Blackthistle never got their names. Once she was worn out, the fae decided to plop down beside the Crying Idol stream. Tristan joined her, much to her delight, but after a much-needed power nap, Blackthistle awoke to find herself alone. So, she moved to the Twin Statues, and settled down in the shadow of the Abiogenesis. A few hours later, she awoke again, and trotted down to the pond, taking a quick glance around the area for herbs. She collected plantain and skullcap, before heading off in the direction of the birch forest to finish gathering the mullein she'd parted with earlier. On her way back, the doe came across a stranger sitting alone. Decided to set her herb pouch down and watch him for a little while. Of course, her inquisitive nature had her meandering closer to him within minutes. She asked him if he would sit with her, and while he seemed rather surprised at first, he eventually took a seat. Found his name to be Favager. Blackthistle liked his energy, and noted to herself to seek him out again. She couldn't stay too long, though, since her day wasn't yet finished. Bidding the lion-deer farewell, she picked up her satchel and rushed off. The doe headed to the Ruins, where she could hang her findings to dry. She began soaking dry peppermint, collected a week prior, with the intention to allow it to infuse overnight. Once her work was completed, Blackthistle returned to the Twin Statues to sleep. Though she's found the Ruins to be an excellent location for drying, as it is easy to string plants up among the stones, and the area is free of moisture, lingering there for too long gives her an uneasy feeling. The number of predators that prowl nearby is rather unnerving to the petite fae. The white marble of the Gods' effigy makes her feel far more safe. 10/19/17 Began the day by wandering around, acquainting herself with the faces present in the forest. She came upon a few friendly beings, and then some who were rather fearsome. She kept her distance in both instances though, for the most-part, and spent her time quietly observing their behavior. She realized at one point that a stranger was following her... or at least, that was what she told herself, for she was too overjoyed to believe it was happenstance. She invited them to sit with her, and they accepted most graciously. While they relaxed in the shade of a tree, in a patch of dandelion, Blackthistle was able to keep her eye on another who'd caught her attention that afternoon. The beast called Leviathan was napping nearby. Such a large animal, and so intense a demeanor, Blackthistle simply couldn't help but be awestruck by her. Eventually, drowsiness took hold of her, and she curled up beside her sweet companion.
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Information Name: Blackthistle Age: Young adult Size: #28 Pictogram: Arialae Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual; biromantic Scent: Rosehips and witch hazel Speaks in: #757575 Set: Miniature spell; RD mask; DotD antlers; swan, grey, or orca pelt Favorite haunts: The Ruins, Twin Statues Personality: Gentle | Feminine | Confident | Curious | Peaceable | Herbalist Deeper: Blackthistle is a lover of knowledge, and appreciator of the arts. She has a deep fascination with ancient magic and herbalism, and spends much of her time studying and experimenting with plants—that is, creating tinctures, balms, incense, and tea. She enjoys listening to the histories of the splendid characters that roam the wood. They all delight her. She does not judge others for any darkness they may have in their past; however, her curiosity can make her nosy, which may be offputing to some. Blackthistle is open-hearted, and will happily welcome strangers into her company. The doe sees no reason to be standoffish. She will even dance and play from time to time, though she has found that she has two left feet, so keeps the celebratory behavior to a minimum. Still, she likes a good laugh, and isn't afraid to make fun of herself if ever invited to join a dancing line! Blackthistle was born and raised in the forest, and knows little about the outside worlds some of its inhabitants derive from or journey between. She absolutely loves to hear about them, though. If ever there is a chance to listen to wild tales and stories, the fae will make herself present. Art Δ by me Δ by me Δ by me Δ by crabbycrown |
Relationships Llyr: Trader and medic who brings Blackthistle alcohols, oil, and other goods from her home world to use for making medicine. In return, Blackthistle has agreed to give her remedies and provide treatment and really do anything else she needs. Grateful to. Admires. Alchemilla Blackthistle absolutely adores the gentle bird-deer. She has offered her services to them, should they require any help during their pregnancy, and in return she has been showered in delightful shiny things and wonderful company!
Interests: Alesana, Tristan, Osmotious, Wardell, Rohit Others: Jörnburnd, Sindile, Sabit, Altijd, Arlo, Hikari, Kolgrimr, Akil, Idelle, Nemesis |
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Tristan thanks for the hang
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@ShrinkingRose Haha absolutely! Tristan seems wonderful! Blackthistle will definitely be seeking out his company when he's around~
Tracking. What a beauty.
pretty girl!! ! !!!
Thank you guys soo much! ;-;
So good to see you around
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AA can't wait to see that!!
I knoww! I wanted to hangout,
So pretty
LMAO! It's always awkward
Hahaha ikr! Yayy, wonderful!
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That is one cool concept,
im just reading her updates
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@Jiaruqa Thank you so much!!
@Leotie Aww gee, thanks! <3 Please come say hi if you ever see her~ She's also totally open to help Damaris out if she's ever in trouble with those vamps!
"Thank you for keeping an old
"Thank you for keeping an old man company."
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"It's my pleasure. I believe
"Is that so?" Agrippa
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A grin greets her lips, and
The old stag laughed, amused
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Oh my gosh I love her?
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Finished your portrait
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Ahhhh oh my gosh thank you so
I'm so honored that you chose to draw her! ❤
Amazement after sniffing was
Was happy to see this lovely lady come over! I was a bit confused at first since the map was showing someone else's picto so sorry for the delay ^^;
Got some grooms from the bull~
Oh, how strange. I'm sorry
He shall receive grooms back! ♥
Track for this pretty girl!
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Thank you so much! ♥
I'm late, but a track for
It has been nice to meet your girl c:
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purty lady I've got quite a
I've got quite a few chars that are into alternative spirituality/shamanism/occult
my paganism is clearly leaking everywhere lmaoso I'll have to throw em at ya sometime sadfsgh@Bayleen PLEASE do! I'm a
I'm a fellow enthusiast, but still in the process of educating myself about it.The goat sits peacefully on
Oh hello! Just now realized
Blackthistle's heart pounded.
She sat in silence for a long while, gazing up at him with patient curiosity, mirroring his stillness. At last, she said, "H-hello. You are new, are you not? I haven't seen you here before."
The goat's gaze rested on
"No, you are new," a voice echoes in her mind. Head tilting further, a blurred eye focuses upon her. Though his muzzle hasn't moved, it must be him. There is no one else around to suggest otherwise. "What land is this? What world am I in?"
The 'voice' sounds strange, as if they had never 'spoken' any language before. A unique slur and accent can be detected, but its origin is implacable.
Blackthistle flinched,
Then it came again. Thoughts that weren't her own—that someone else seemed to put there.
The doe swallowed, a newfound nervousness in her manner. She felt obligated to reply, though she was now entirely unsure who or what she was talking to. "Well... this is The Forest. It's probably nothing like the world you knew," Blackthistle stopped herself, not so certain she should assume such a thing. She cleared her throat apologetically, and went on, "Many who live here were not born here, and many come and go as they please... or sometimes against their will."
After listening to the doe's
A backleg slipped out from underneath him, stretching his old muscles as he relaxed. Looking back to Blackthistle, he inquires, "Is it your will to be here now?"
While the ram eased his
The doe nervously fidgeted, posing her next question rather hesitantly, "What world have you come from?"