[ amaterasu had begun to feel dizzy and unwell when squirted with the blood of plants she hadnāt realized were so nefarious. sheād scorched that very bed, when it all became too apparent, but the wolf motherās hunt would not last the day. she would fumble and have difficulty finding balance in her once steady paws. she would see the earth spin so wildly that she found it better to rest there, on her back, and watch the sky twirl about as her dolphin omen didā the dolphin swims out of worry though, calling to her, and when she would not respond beyond a seasick groan, the dolphin would gingerly serve as her crutch to take her elsewhere. the closest of the guardian trees was the beach, and with laboring effort, they arrive there. amaterasu is tucked gently beneath the treeās grace and blanketed with bausphometteās gift for better rest, as her dolphin omen tries.
under that tree is not a lump of fur, but the massive body of a pearl white mare, shining still, as the sun does, with crisp red markings dawning her flank and feathery wings by her hooves heels. she breathes heavy and in deep slumberā and her mane grows with the roots and leaves of marigolds that dig beneath her hide and threaten to pool out like sores. ]
š“ cw: plant body horror
under that tree is not a lump of fur, but the massive body of a pearl white mare, shining still, as the sun does, with crisp red markings dawning her flank and feathery wings by her hooves heels. she breathes heavy and in deep slumberā and her mane grows with the roots and leaves of marigolds that dig beneath her hide and threaten to pool out like sores. ]