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The fox has come a calling yes, many times the vixen has walked these paths. Left gifts by the Stone Mother, called and sang. The world's not the same. Rember when you could find the two of them? Always together when they had the choice. But now she comes and leaves alone, there's a crow in branches watching every move. She was the sun and the stars, warmth and stone. An anchor with a beating heart. And It had loved her more than everything.
Where is the owl stag that's come and gone? Sheltered with wide wings and an open heart. Proved themselves a friend again and again. A shoulder to cry on and a platform to catch the wind? He's had childeren to love and ducklings to let go. The cold has come and creeped, seeped away with the coming of warmer days. Last time they spoke of love and letting go. Of those they'd lost and found again, discussed the friends that were true.
The Old One left without a backwards glance that day, said the forest wasn't her path. That this day would be her last. What happened to that Angel with burned wings? Has she fiown away or has her godess taken what's left? And where is the butterfly? Those black eyes and lovely heart, the one who knew the words to place and what they meant? It's been so long since then...What happened to the old tree? Still healing with the greeness, more alike than they both knew.
The darkness is everywhere now, a cave of the deepest night it's ever known. Where has the sun gone? There's no breezes blowing their laughing songs, no water laughing through the stones. A pocket between the spaces that others roam, sepertate but connected by the barest strings. Here it rubbs shoulders with celestial beings. Those that gave new life so long ago but now watch it fade away, their vessel's breaking.
It can not count the days that are fading, can not fathom the fact that anyone's waiting. Fear's been cracking bones and breaking hearts. Time and time again It has tried and failed but now, It is giving up. Been so long since It has seen the the sun or their faces though they haunt it still. Strength is failing, grass is dead and dying. Soil sides have cracked and life is leaking. Gone are the flowers, gone are the days when they were together.
The Twins watch on with heads slightly bowed. How can one footstep be a journey one can't make? They have no time for trivial things, only mantain the balance that comes with the seasons. The creature's a failure, a mistake that's finally being put to right but still it doesn't feel right. Gave a soul a second chance and now It's throwing it all away. One step could save it, get out of the dark so the flowers can grow. It doesn't know the open arms that are waiting.
Just a glimer in this place, vauge echo sounds when the vixen sings. There's hope still. If they come, if they call, maybe It will hear those that don't want it gone. So lift up your voices! Take out your hearts and come to show it Life is still where it needs to be. Old and new, just met or old freinds come, make yourselves known. The Twins will try and show the Idol Spirit reasons for existing, will it come out alone? This won't be easy. There must be love, a presence for It to hold on to. There must be patience and understanding. Time will heal slow but wounds will remain and fear will always hold but maybe It will have a home.
"Wake up, the forest is calling."
"There's a world outside."
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Ird has been going through a major rough patch and it doesn't look like he'll be able to pull himself out of this. So I need any kind of interaction, just having someone tell a story, sing a song or just sit by the idol will help. The creature will likely stay in the Idol for a long time and will probably not emerge from there for a while. Anyone's welcome. The lovely image on top was drawn by Kallonate and requested by Senecxys and the song is Sigur Ros' Leaning Towards Solstice.
As was the norm now the fox
Skirting carefully around each flower only to lean heavily against the side of the stone. A moment spent standing there as her eyes fall upon one of the poppies dying before her. Its your fault. the thought unbidden, pops into the foreground of her mind ripping what little peace she had managed to acquire during the day before. Anger, regret, sorrow it all boiled forth causing her to rub her sides against the stone as hard as she possibly could. Little nooks and cracks caught chunks of the kitsunes fur and ripped them from her but she refused to stop till the stone was thoroughly covered.
There was no reason for her to have wanted it, yet seeing the stone speckled with patches of white and golden tufts somehow made her feel better.
Tired, kettu had no desire to leave the stone, no desire to fully give up on the creature who had been there for her through so much. Her peace, her safe haven, in her need to be closer to the idol creature the fox reached up, grasping the stone in order to pull herself up to the top. She would lay there atop the idol, drifting in sleep with what little comfort being there would give her.
This is beautiful. I shall
I shall return here. Maybe Ramen.
A breath of air rustles along
There would be time to rebuild and destroy, create and fix, flood and cleanse for them. Time and Life was an illusion they painted over their liquid skins when their subjucts were around. Mortals were foolish, spent their time trying to find a reason to exist and wasted what they had left. Why then were they trying to get this one to live? To regrow? Perhaps guilt had been hard to shake, clinging in the way the Spirit had cried and screamed, asked them so many questions and knew that they would never answer it.
Maybe the dirt creature senses something for it shifts slightly, dragging it's head around to look towards the darkness. The Twins dip their mighty heads and flow towards it, one on each side. Their shoulders shake of sparks and scrape flickers into being. The first has come, maybe the greatest one of the spirtit's bonds but not even she can do this alone.
"The first is here....."
"......More will surely follow. Wake up."
(here have a Sen too) Her
Her absence was noticed. The shifter had returned from a trip to the human world only to find her den empty, irritated that she once again was neglecting her duties he had stormed off around the forest.
Though he had not the greatest sense of smell the Shifter knew the fox well enough to check her usual haunts first, the idol being one of them. Expecting to find her at the Idol spirits side he had stormed into the clearing only to halt abruptly at the sight before him. The flowers were dying and the fox sat a top the idol, but where was the thing that dwelt here? Sen had known it was powerful, since the day it shook the earth they had stood upon but he hadn't fully realized the effect it had upon the forest.
The effect it had upon Kettu.
It was missing, likely gone. The expression on the fox's sleeping face was telling enough, something bad was happening here, she lay waiting and so would he. The beast retreated back to the shadows of the nearby trees, the small part of him that had wanted it gone smothered by the growing sadness. He heaved a sigh as he sat his massive frame against a tree.
"Small thing, Ird, if you're still there, still anywhere to be hearing this. She will be lost without you." Merely a whisper, but the wind would carry it where it was needed.
(Tracking to throw someone
She will be lost without you.
Would the small one be happy to learn that the shifter was here? Probably not. They hadn't gotten along very well, both still tolerating each other for the sake of the fox. And the Idol spirit had began to accept or at least respect the fellow....maybe a freindship would have come if circumstances had been different.
Outside the wind almost petered out, seeming to listen intently to the shifter's words. Inside the idol the figure shifted slightly, a pained expression slowly flowing across the features. The bright birdsong, the warmth that only came from others.....only a memory. A memory that had already faded much too far, it could only remember a coldness. Seemed everything was going the way it had before, alone and fading. Yet the wind kept whispering through the dark place of forgotten things. For the first time it seemed a small ray of light fell, making a line on the oil-like ground not far from the creature's face.
"Another is here."
"How unexpected."
(Tracking, I'll put something
Yara sat by the crying idol.
After a while she calmed and picked the flowers to make a small flower crown that she , with some effort placed on top of the idol's head and curled about it falling asleep.
It heard. It had heard
The thought tore a frightened sqeal from its throat, drawing a small spout of blood with it. No, watching them draw away wasn't the worst thing. What It'd done was far, far worse. The Idol Spirit had made them alone! It'd deserted them when they'd needed it the most, disappeared because of the selfish need to not hurt anymore. A shutter shakes the small body as it breathes a rattlely sigh. This life was not the blissful existance it had beleived in when it was new, still wet from the Idol. This life was fraught with fear, uncertainty, a constant-ever-chaning tide of faces and unbounded loneliness.
It had changed.
That rattled the small forest, when had that change started? Had it always been there? Like the fear that always lurked beneath the smile it had often wore. Had it happened when the creature realized it could not leave the pond or when it first came to understand those that had welcomed it to the forest had abandoned it? When the first dissapeared? Maybe it'd been when Jun dissapeared after the attack. Or the first time Kettu had vanished? The death of the small-kit had been a turning point certainly. The realization that death was not some creature bothering its friends that could be faced and reasoned with. Death was eternal, unchangable and hungery. Nothing death took was given back. Except bones.
The line of light across its face flickered, as if shaken by these thoughts. The twins twist their sinuous necks around to look at the little creature, the starry tar that made them flickering in the deep darkness. They'd heard fight in Its thoughts and felt the energy its heartbeat still carried pushing at them. Perhaps.....perhaps this was it. Either it would break or live, react or go dormant. The choice wasn't theirs to make, nor did they truely care what happened. Many they had created had come and gone since the start of their world.
Outside a stillness had fallen. The birds no longer chirped, the insects made not a sound, the weeping willow branches stopped their swaying. The world seemed to be waiting for something to break the silence. Faraway the creature gasped and shuttered, a panic attack squeezing everything into a narrow pinprick of fear. What if something had happened to any of them? What if Kettu'd come back to find It gone? If...if she was dead, how would it know? It needed to know. Those outside would leave, they would leave and it would be alone. Trapped here. They were the light it sorely need to live. Just like plants needed rain and sun and dirt in wich their roots could grow.
A scream of wind rips through the leaves, setting everything shaking. The withered poppies blown flat against the ground, water lashing in the stream. The trees crack and complain, limps tossing and groaning under the sudden onslaught. It seemed almost human, an overwelming wail of loss and uncertainty, echoing the disparing cry will be lost without you, will be lost without you.......lost without you. A fragment of Sen's words, thrown back at them with a different meaning.
Only one more is needed.
The Twins are certain.
Which will it choose?
______ ((omighh the feels!!
((omighh the feels!! Ird, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you bb!))