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The Forest For the Trees, Chapter 2: In Which Seed Meets his Foe

August 26, 2012 - 3:29pm — Seed

The Forest For the Trees

Chapter 2: In Which Seed Meets his Foe

Seed didn’t really like idea of fighting something. A beetle made of fire eating the trees, his swarm swelling out behind him like a cape… He liked the idea of fighting that even less.
”So,” He cleared his throat and asked, ”Where is he?”

”On the outer edge of the world” “The outer edge” “The edge” The trees rustled between them. Seed sighed and deadpanned. Ultimately, that was pretty vague – he wasn’t even sure if the Forest had an edge: it always seemed, to him, to loop back in on all its little private worlds, its secret folded self… But there didn’t seem to be an edge.
”…More specificaaallly?”
”Follow. We will guide you.”

The branches in the canopy rustled, raining green leaves down onto the ground. They fell around Seed like snow as he walked forward, each tree carrying a signal for the next one on the path to shake. It seemed a very long way from his home to where the beast prowled, and he went further into -- or out of -- the forest, until he was not sure he knew his way back. Well, I suppose the way back is forward, he mused as he stared over the landscape, all newer growth here, all underbrush and gaps of bright light that was alien relative to the deeper woods where the deer dwelled.
Seed moved without worry through the underbrush, his legs and the brambles just passing through each-other, with the soft string sound of the forest’s magic.

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the storm

August 25, 2012 - 7:42pm — Jinxyness

Two hearts beat as one. The sound, however comforting, is nearly lost in the howling of the winds and the onslaught of freezing rain that pounds at the horse and his small companion. She is a silver and slate shape in the vastness of the other, not completely sheltered from the storm, but much safer than if she had been alone. Mitsuki whimpers softly and squirms in her sleep.

“Don’t leave, Stormy,” she mumbles, “Don’t go… No, no—please.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” came the comforting words of the one who had protected her when she needed it most of all.

Still the storm raged about them, unrelenting. Time itself seemed to turn to liquid, slowly meandering on and times, and at others, rushing like a river over rapids. No pattern emerged, but the hours stretched on. When the little doe woke it was the eighth hour of the rain and wind, the eighth hour of an anxious sleep, worrying about the thunderstorm, but mostly about him.

Groggily lifting her head, she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and tried to stand up. Her knees gave out and she collapsed with a surprised squeak. Dehydration was her primary concern now, but she could not help trying to get up once more. Another squeak, and another fall, this time broken by a velvet nose holding her up from underneath the doe.

“Are you alright?” His words were careful, almost strained as he pulled back his head, just to give her a somewhat stern glance that told her to stay down and not give standing up another try.

“Yes. I think.” Her voice was hoarse with disuse, and her mouth was dry. But it was then that she noticed that the storm was slowing down, coming to an end.
They had made it through. Together.

this is just a short little snippet of stormchaser and mitsuki's time in the stormy weather ;___; it wasn't supposed to be this short, but I think it turned out okay. (:

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A Ghost Come to Life

August 20, 2012 - 3:49am — sodapopqueen

This is Una's history, which was too long to put in her biography, so instead its here. Enjoy.

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The Forest For the Trees, Chapter 1: In Which a Hero Is Called for, and Seed Will Have to Do

August 17, 2012 - 5:53pm — Seed

The Forest for the Trees

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The creature’s joints creaked, and the fire surged through them, and filled them with the strength to hold up the armored being. The flame that ran along its mandibles reached its way around the trunk. He closed his jaws; the trunk shattered to the pressure and the heat. The air around the creature was alive with the pale trembling of the heat off his armored back, and the swarm of beetles that followed it around, floating in the air like bombers and clinging to its legs as it trampled through the wood.

It halted at the tree. This was not like the other trees. It was a pine tree, completely straight. In the dark woods, it pulsed with foreign magic, endless magic. Magic that, as the monster stripped the bark and burnt and ground the wood away, dripped from the tree like sap into its fiery mouth.

Its black eyes glittered in the fire-light, and the swarm around it buzzed. The drone rose higher and higher into the night.

That foreign tree…Was so delicious. The forest where it came from… The darkness behind the creature’s eyes urged it onward.

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Plot Info/Interactions with Kolya;

August 14, 2012 - 9:38pm — Kittyo8

Yep, I have no idea what I'm doing--but that's okay, because neither does he.

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rp with worried Enth (open for all; family encouraged)

August 13, 2012 - 5:55am — FishBiscuit

If you don't know what's going on: just as he and Glisseo were about to start their date, Gliss got sucked back into the human world *dun dunnnn*. Enth had no idea what happened or where she went, so--yeah he's kind of like freaking out.

His family members are encouraged to post here as he'll need some consoling (and maybe a few good whacks about the head), but others are welcome to join, too!

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Herbal Remedies [Radish]

August 11, 2012 - 9:01pm — Carry

A Forest Healer
In a quite part of the forest, not to far from a stream, there is the home of a large male deer. He didn't have the same appearance like most stags for his antlers were but nubs; but he was not to fear. He lived in a hollowed out tree, just big enough for his large form. There, beside his shelter was a garden of many plants. Each smelt different and all were used by him. No, he didn't claim he could heal everything someone might come to him for, but he knew a thing or two about certain illness. He welcomed all does and stags, and any other resident of the forest in need of a little something to help them. All he asks in return in a small payment of ether mushrooms, herb seeds or anything that is of a simple value to the other.

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What he can offer
- Teas
- Fresh Herbs
- Basic medicines
- Aroma bags
- Good Luck charms
- and more, just ask

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Radish's Bio
Ref Sheet
Speaks in #FF4000

This Blog is always open.

[=11]Physical 100%
Mental 100%
Emotional 100%

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Post an intro and we shall begin.
Open to ALL.
You're welcome to track this.

Please keep it pg13 in here for the sack of the children. Oh god, the children.

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Notes to RPers
- Anything can go really, just if it can effect Radish to the point of serious injury, please inform in a small OOC post before hand so I have time to accept or decline the action.
- Also, I am not Radish and Radish is not me. So please don't take offense to whatever he might do.

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...

August 10, 2012 - 7:06pm — Bylah

You're made of my rib bone baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins

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Rust

August 10, 2012 - 4:10am — GlobalBeauty

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It raced. It raced with splayed hooves that spread further and further, furrowing the ground deeper and

deeper as it went. Rich rust speeding by on thin stilts of white, through trees and over hills. Glens were

mere blinks of long eyelashes and fields were filled with mines, to be avoided at all cost. The Warrior

cleared easily over logs and moved quickly through underbrush as it raced forward further and

further. The being's muscles burned, lungs and heart pumping like overtime bellows to feed them

oxygen. Sharp autumnal air fueled more and more leaps, bounds, and sprints. Wasted air, carbon

dioxide and small amounts of water exhaled in a pure white smoke from a blackened velvet nose and

panting maw. Each swallow forced back a scream of agony that would continue to build. To run, to hide...

... or to die?

Death bayed and nipped at its hooves. There was nothing else left, it seemed.

A vial swayed on the deer's neck, letting loose a light jingling noise. A tinkling laughter...

One of the seven hairs of the Coyote vanished from within and The Warrior evaded death yet again.

"And what was I to do?"

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_{A writing. Nothing more.}

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While the Rain Pours Down(Short story For OrinocoFlow)

August 9, 2012 - 7:34am — Sicily

Okay, so Orin drew my Alabaster and in return she wanted a short story of Aria's birth. Since she had already somewhat explained that, I decided to spice it up a bit by adding my demon turned angel Jester into the mix. She wasn't there(at least, recorded anyway) for Aria's birth, but since Jester is such an aloof character I thought that of any of my characters, Jester would have been the one who would have been there. So, in reality, Jester wasn't there. But if she was, given her current state this is probably what she would have done.

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