the sun rises (ota)

[brushy]

Who: amaterasu & you! (and some closed prompts)
What: mostly the blooming of the guardian saplings in their designated locations; refer to the page! also a reminder to check ammy's info page regarding her appearance to your character, if you already haven't!
When: throughout may
Where: arouuuuuu--

Content Warnings: plant body horror + harm being done to an animal in one of the closed prompts, monster body horror for anyone who wants to tag with their monster dreams!

[ during the first few daylights of may, amaterasu is diligently at work; she trots almost nonstop left and right to visit the small, green little saplings that would become strong with the sun. it's always so cloudy in trench though, even if daylight is finally upon them after an entire month of darkness. on the morning of the eighth, there is something different about this sunrise; a distant wolf's howl accompanies its ascension as the rays shower trench in a way it possibly never has. it's warm, welcoming, and wishes a brilliant day to all of those who greet it (especially mothers— she's only now just found out about mother's day).



at the locations of the Mental Health and Recovery Clinic, Trenchwood Farm, The Sanctuary and Farther Shores, one may either see the phenomena happening or be drawn to the blooms already in full: the once hardworking greenlings have grown unreasonably fast into reaching trees, bark and all. they're missing something— until it happens. an unseen force encourages them to bloom, and in an instant, the cherry blossoms burst with life, with energy and a powerful, energetic kick into the polluted soil its roots bury in. it doesn't stretch far, but it helps, and it tries its best to maintain the soil and water around it clean and purified. those sensitive to the supernatural will feel a palpable lift in the pollution where these trees are situated, that they are of great origin, important, sacred. animals will naturally be drawn to them, and so will people. for their beauty, for their shelter, and of course, for their purity and bridge to being closer to nature. even those who are not supernaturally inclined will undoubtedly feel at peace under these gentle giants. what's not to feel peaceful about, viewing the cherry blossoms gently hovering in the breeze that greets you under the shady branches?

you might even be there to catch the sight of a white wolf admiring her handiwork. or, perhaps . . . that's not a wolf at all. a woman, a little rabbit, or even a snow-white horse (or, is that . . . a dragon?). it's hard to tell with this shapeshifting blanket she was given, and amaterasu has delighted herself in bringing it everywhere for its comfort (you can tell; it's already pretty dirty, but it's not as if she cares). ]

(ooc: just as a note, amaterasu can either come in her regular wolf-shape or a temporary form, either human, statue or one of the other brush gods! please let me know if you have a preference, to maintain or shapeshift (and the desired shape, if any)! if there is no preference, i will randomize! hmu at @liberos.plurk if you would like to plot further!)

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cw: body horror

[distant_one]

[By the time D decides to seek help, his skin, face, and hair have changed. His skin and hair are the most dramatic change, his body split between his left and right. On the left, scales that vary between a dark shade of black and seemingly staring into darkness rather than any true color. On the right side, he's slightly luminescent, not at all obvious in the daylight save for an eerie texture that's too smooth to be skin.

His hair was likewise split now, coarse, thick fur growing out of his scalp and descending to form almost a thick, uncomfortable ruff that was hidden beneath his coat, with pale reddish gold feathers on the right. Colors so intense and vibrant they belonged in a sunrise.

D's face was the worst of it from his perspective. Similar enough in structure to be similar to his own, but beneath the contrasting skin and textures, it was a face unpleasantly familiar, right down to the glowing red eyes.

He feels the presence of something strange at the edge of his senses, and changes direction abruptly.

There's a terrible not-quite pain radiating along the right side of his chest and arm, a sensation he's come to learn precedes whatever change his body is going through.

He's not certain what he's looking at. D can see both the wolf and her strange markings, and the beautiful woman. But he gets only a moment to observe her before he's clenching his teeth in agony and looking down at his right hand.

It's starting to split, the separation between middle and ring finger extending into his palm, bones shifting and changing and the unmistakable beginning of new fingers starting to grow not just between his thumb and index finger, but on the edge of his separating hand past his little finger.]

[brushy]

[ amaterasu was never one to usually "think first" when something was wrong with a child of her's, in the night or day, in a cave or off a cliff. tears, the cries of pain and grunts of agony prick her ears always, and much like any mother, her instinctive action is to take action, to find the source of the problem, and to get rid of it. to make the thing stop hurting, to kiss the stings better and to embrace the scars that will take long to heal.

the man she can hear and smell approaching her and one of the great trees is no different, and his chimeric figure doesn't change her mind (albeit it does alarm her). she has spoken and will continue to speak to baus for the entirety of the month, howling with her patreon as night ascends and contemplating the ways of life— she knows there will be many shifts in appearance. for the amount of time observed, D will realize that he is being observed in turn, given an extensive amount of eye contact with no aggression attached. the wolf's gaze is deep, and in the midst of the bright light that surrounds her, the woman's ghostly figure smiles, warm, welcoming and apologetic.

feather or scale, the man is in pain. the wolf rushes toward him without a second thought, but displays that her approach is not an attack on the weak (as most may tend to assume when a wolf shoots for you): her ears fold to her skull, she licks her lips, and the tip of her tail riots in a wag that isn't exactly happy— she's anxious.

what is he feeling? what is happening? what can she do to help? ]

statue ammy time, also possible plant body horror warning.

[mehanizovati]

[one place viktor likes to frequent is the farther shores, both to comb the beach for resources for his projects and because he finds the ocean calming, in a way. he likes seeing ships on it at least, likes to take time to consider the state of their lives now and this 'squid' business in the privacy of his own head. the biggest problem is the sand, which is not the sort of terrain that's kind on a crutch. it's one of the reasons he tends to ditch it and just lean on rio for support.

so that's where today finds him, thoughts mostly on the fact a pit has opened up over his chest and plants seem to be growing there. odd, unsettling but otherwise not even uncomfortable. also easily hidden behind a shirt, which makes the whole human gardening pot thing easier to deal with. he's choosing to remain observant, of this and of others. something going on, no doubt, as it always seems to be.

speaking of plants his walk takes him by an area he doesn't recognize, which shouldn't be possible, given he's walked this path before. but the area is alive in a way it certainly wasn't before, and it's plain to see the massive, flowering tree that he'd absolutely remember.]

Incredible. [he mutters as he stares up at it. he's never seen anything like it, not in piltover and certainly not in the undercity. nature was never really the forefront of either city, both obsessed with the mechanical in different forms. so was he, he supposes, but it's hard not to be floored by something like this. rio trills as if in agreement and they approach, a touch cautiously because despite the very good vibes all around well... it was the trench. if he got eaten by a tree he'd be so cross about it.

so far so good, he even reaches out to put a palm against the trunk, fascinated by the texture and vitality. his head is already turning with how he should study whatever this tree is, how it seems the clear the surroundings of trench-typical corruption, when he notices something under the tree. something grey.

he moves over to it, baffled to find... ammy? or a statue of ammy. a statue of ammy? did someone decide she was a good muse for such a thing? fair enough, viktor thinks, she was a very striking being. he makes his way closer, baffled then concerned.]

You don't think she was turned to stone, do you? [he asks rio, who trills unhelpfully. he hopes it's just a statue, but maybe he should try and message ammy to make sure she'll respond. at the moment he's just peering close.] It's a remarkable likeness...

[brushy]

[ listen. it takes an incredible amount of willpower to do what ammy's doing right now. sitting completely, absolutely still, but in a certain way still asserting a majestic liveliness that an impeccable work of art could manage: someone has carved a block of marble to life in a way that it felt like it would move at any minute.

but of course, it won't. it's a statue. why would a statue move? that's crazy. the weight of her tail is a reminder to keep it from wagging, at the very least, but what viktor will see is amazing, attentive detail.

somewhere above their heads, a dolphin omen swims leisurely through the tree's flowery canopy and manages to shake the branches enough to loosen a handful of petals. it's a bump in good fun— and an aid for amaterasu, who was so very close to grinning with this darling boy so intrigued by her status.

off to the statue's right is a bundle os disheveled fabric— a blanket, matted with loose strands of white fur. she must be around here, or at least was, at some point, in passing. ]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael feels, when it happens - the sudden burst of otherworldly power. Of course he goes to investigate. It doesn't feel dangerous, but hey! Who wouldn't?

When he arrives, the tree is in full bloom, and Amaterasu is a statue. He can tell it's her anyway, so mostly that just seems like a very weird choice. He wanders over, his hands in his pockets and his eyes still up on the tree. Probably? He's wearing oversized sunglasses and a heavy cloak with the hood pulled over his head - pretty far from his typical style. At this point, also a dead giveaway that he's experiencing some of the same changes in form everyone else is...but at least people still can't see it.]

Hey! You made a tree!

[brushy]

[ has she been ..... perceived?? amaterasu doesn't give herself away just yet . . . no, that would be an abandonment of well-rounded fun! the statue of ammy is planted and doesn't move an inch from where it stands in a pose: chest out, tail straight, and surveying the lands beyond the tree with a piercing, guardian gaze.

her divine instruments aren't stone, still burning brightly and licking off dark grey stone, rather than fur. it's a good touch— she looks like an alter, you see.

her thoughts come to him, regardless, a gentle press of a voice that had no exact direction other than letting him know she was here, in the vicinity. definitely not the statue.

"i merely helped them grow. these trees are the work of a wonderful wood sprite. where is your face under those big orbs you are wearing, michael?" ]

@ochako (karate wars training!)

[brushy]

We will do our work by the Farthest Shore. Bring nothing but a ready heart, nimble feet, and a desire to learn. At first sunrise, young Ochako, before the sun's belly leaves the horizon. Do not be late.

[ would be the message the girl would receive the night before. amaterasu was an impatient thing, and waiting too long in one spot would bore her when she could be doing so many things! the sun goddess was there to see the light break and crack through clouds of trench's grey atmosphere, of course, she's always there to make sure the sun was rising as it should to start the day after last month. what lays in the sand is only a soft blanket and shedding fur sprinkled all over it, but no wolf to be found.

she is not a wolf, today, or for the next few hours once she rested beneath the waning moonlight for a nap. there is no furry white ball in the spread of black sand, but there is a bird in the sky— one with great wings and a long, waving tail like ribbons as it soared. it's white, and red— but, it's glowing? it has markings? it's on fire—?! ]

1/2

[floatsaway]

[Oh god, that message is...the worst. The actual worst. Even a night before Ochako is not prepared to wake up before sunrise to start her training. That's even before Bakugou wakes up most times, or right around there, and she whines with each second, pulling on her costume as her roommate either sleeps or does his own morning routine. Of course she told him, so he wouldn't wonder where she'd be, and why she was awake so early, but it didn't make it any better. Ochako is not a morning person at all. Not even close.

She's still yawning and trying to fix her messy hair as she arrives at the meetup spot, looking bleary-eyed and only a quarter of the way awake. How she made it out here is anyone's guess, really... Probably doesn't want to disappoint her new sensei and goddess.]

M'here...I made it...A-Ama--

2/2

[floatsaway]

Ah?

[THAT'S NOT A WOLF.

That is decidedly not a wolf!! Ochako is suddenly very awake when she sees a massive creature soaring in the sky. It's a bird of some sort, and it's ON FIRE. Her eyes go wide and she waves her arms a bit, making a rather comical noise in her throat as she tries to find someplace to hide from it. It looks pretty, sure, but Ochako's wise enough to know pretty things can sometimes be the most dangerous.

She's not taking that chance.]

Farther Shores - Tree blooming

[stoicsilhouette]

[The tides turn in the early morning hours, crashing with white foam against the eternally warm black sand. Two hounds race to the shore as part of their daily training regimen. The water is the first place these two playful canines hit, but not today.

The pair are drawn to a sapling tree that Megumi is almost positive he's never seen before. Staring with wide eyes, the dogs seem to be fixated on its barren branches. Now being native to Japan he is no stranger to cherry blossoms, but he can't help but feel confused as to where it came from. Had he really not noticed?

He reaches out to touch one of the fragile branches when an explosion of cleansing energy enters through his body and the surrounding area. Beautiful delicate light pink flowers garnish the stark wood as a massive tree graces his presence.

On a normal day, the farther shore is covered in small flyhead curses that Megumi exorcises with ease.

Today, the tree's pulse completely purified the area and replaced the often dreary atmosphere with a brighter, calmer presence, but it's almost as though the energy is not solely coming from the tree. Behind the trunk he catches a flash of white and reddish orange causing his two pups to immediately race towards the motion. He can't help shake the feeling that he's come in contact with this force of nature before. ]

Is someone there?

rng played me like a fool

[brushy]

[ the movement is fast and fluid. small, too! nimble around the tree's roots as the dogs rushed in for her— amaterasu looks quite like a cat today, but she doesn't seem to act like one. what kind of cat wags her tail?

the blur of white leads the pups around on a fun little chase, up the tree and one of the nearby branches. smell says she doesn't smell like a cat, either— she smells like the blanket nearby, littered with loose wolf fur. ]

You will have to catch me, to see.

[ oh, she can talk! yes, all the brush gods can. amaterasu happened to be the only mute, but luckily she wasn't without her own thought (or means of communication, thank you trench). ]

[tealeafs]

[ There's only one possible reaction Chizuru could have upon seeing the trees suddenly bloom like that.

.. and that's to cry. It's not even a bad sort of cry, since they do make her feel at peace, but she just can't help but let the tears suddenly roll down her face. Something about the sight of this is so overwhelming. The cherry blossoms feel weirdly special in and of themselves, but even aside from that.. cherry blossom in general means so much to Chizuru. She still remembers it lining the streets of Kyoto every spring, the city she hasn't seen in a few months now. She still remembers every moment she shared under those trees.

She remembers watching Saitou as he spoke about the things that do and don't change.

As she cries, that's all she can think about. That he was right. Even as everything changes.. there are things that don't change. There are cherry blossoms, even in this place that's so different from everything Chizuru has ever known.

It's only after a few moments of staring at them, near-mesmerized, that Chizuru even manages to tear her gaze away from the flowers for long enough to realise she's not there by herself. When she spots the familiar wolf, she looks startled - mostly that Amaterasu could see her cry, oh no!! - but then quickly bows, already attempting to rub the tears off her face with two hands. ]

O-Oh, um.. S-Sorry for not greeting you earlier..!

[ Even her voice sounds kind of choked up, though Chizuru is trying really hard to speak up all the same and properly greet the wolf. ]

[brushy]

[ amaterasu was well aware of her emotions before she's seen her, tipping her head and patiently waiting for the chimes to ring. when they do, the wolf pinches the blanket she's been dragging around between her teeth and messily sets it up in front of them.

"oh, nonsense. tears are more important."

she can't quite spread her paws like a human's or give hugs like one, but the curve of her back and how she swirls and swirls until she's laying in a semi-circle and beating the earth with a gentle tail is her way of welcoming chizuru into one, and might as well be a gathering of her in her arms.

"why do you shed them?" ]

The Sanctuary - almost a week later?

[likethelight]

[ ooc: he'll be able to see her spiritual form! and for a brief moment could see her like another divine/angelic being, since he's deeply symbiotically bonded with a piece of sentient divinity that's part of his body and strongly angelic in nature. ]

[ He would have loved to see it, you know. The sun rising above the Trench in such a fashion and basking it in such hope. To see trees come to life in such a manner and purify even the blood-polluted ground beneath them. It would have been beautiful; a stunning display of hope even in a dark world. Exactly the sort of thing he believes in but so very rarely ever sees delivered upon and made reality.

Sadly, he was still somewhere deep in the ocean waiting to remember himself enough to come back ashore, in a place too dark for even that sort of sun to reach. But when the moon finally came out and he found his way back -- the place he drifted towards was her tree on the shore. Something he would have been so very grateful to Amaterasu for, not for himself but for the small comfort it had helped provide both for the friend waiting for him and his omen while he was gone. With everything going on, he hadn't quite thought to question why there was suddenly a cherry blossom tree in full bloom -- the first he's ever seen, actually -- but... it meant a lot, it being there. Spending time under it as some of his first moments after coming back from the dead.

So later, when he's trying to get used to his usual rounds in Crenshaw while now confined to doing them in a wheelchair while he tries to regain the use of his legs after death, a lingering complication or perhaps warning, he's a little surprised when Timcanpy suddenly goes still in mid-air, staring off at the old, abandoned monastery Allen's passed many times and only given the occasional quiet, somber kind of look. ]

Timcanpy? [ ? That isn't like his omen. It's even less like his omen when he turns and speeds off suddenly, darting inside the monastery like a faintly glowing, small golden rocket. ] Ah--! Wait!

[ Tim doesn't wait, and so Allen follows. A little sulkily at being left behind and wondering what's up with the sudden urgency of the golem, and carefully (slowly) makes his way into and through the main hall. It's not easy with as half-ruined as the place is but he's as determined as he is curious -- absolute trust in Tim always, after all, this has to be important -- and without becoming terribly lost or getting himself stuck... finally sees Timcanpy in the distance, hovering in the middle of what looks like an open courtyard ahead. ]

Tim? [ a small huff, edging through one of the archways ] What did you find--

[ He blinks. ]

-- oh. [ Oh. It's another one of of those trees, the same from the shoreline when Shouto found him. Almost exactly the same. Maybe it's... special, then? Because he can feel it, the calming and purifying aura. It's almost a little like his own Innocence, that gentle sort of cleansing feeling.

And it... it's green. This whole place is green and in bloom when... where else has he seen anything like it in the Trench? Where has he seen something like this at all outside of his memories from before?

Awestruck, he doesn't notice anything or anyone else at first other than the tree and the entire... everything of this place and its effect. ]

[brushy]

[ amaterasu indeed makes it a habit to visit the trees and their landmarks now that they stand on their own, a personal task to make sure everything is in order, that they are being well cared for and respected. anyone who defiles them, the plants or even so much as an innocent flower and she was sure to bite them (murder, that was). this spot needed some sprucing, she's deemed. a good omph. it had potential. it had a building! but, perhaps that building was too macabre standing there, all alone. too saddened.

it now has a wonderful extension to socialize with. the guardian trees decorate it, and the rare, green grass of trench carpets it from front to back. even flowers, flowers have been planted around them, scattered in other spots wildly, but still vibrant and just as happy to be here. the sanctuary itself may even seem to be glowing from behind it, dawning a halo of light borrowed from the sun hidden in somewhat cloudy skies. it isn't until that light begins to shift, to move to the building's side and light the way of a beast's shadow. of pointed horns and wild tentacles slithering from its back, of four limbs, claws and terrible protrusions from its shoulders.

but that's just a shadow, and that frame grows smaller and smaller the closer the figure's true body approximates away from the building's wall and into the open: it is a wolf, white and ethereal, her fur pristine like the smell of heaven and her feathered joints soft like clouds. strokes of red dawn her fur, but they hardly read as imperfections, as blood— they are too perfect to be. where she stands, celestial flowers bloom to praise her. she has a mane of light that dances as wildly as the flames on her back do, spun on a disk that spewed the royal heat of the sun, but reflected every color the world could imagine.

she too, has an omen, what differentiates her from a citizen or a patron— it is a dolphin as white as her coat and sharing in her holy marks, gliding slowly through the air as if it were its wide-open ocean. it greets them before the wolf seems to; she regards them with a curious glance before honing her steps toward the tree. the dolphin whistles, turns onto its back and waves its fins as it follows her lead. ]

Farther Shores, no preference!

[payingfordeliverance]

[Break and his omen frequent the Farther Shores -- not just to look for any goodies that may have washed up, but because the long stretches of sand are just perfect for a creature like Baltus, made to run and run. Enlivened by the unexpected sunshine, the two are playing together on the beach when they stumble across the strange new tree. They're still a ways away from it when it suddenly bursts into bloom, but that just means they have a spectacular view of it, and later, Break will consider himself very lucky to have been here right at this moment. What a beautiful thing to get to watch.]

...good heavens. [He sounds a little breathless once the tree is in full bloom. But, although he can't help but draw a little closer to it, Break stops a healthy distance away.] What do you think, Baltus? Is it as lovely as it seems, or is it a naughty Trench sort of tree that sucks the blood out of you if you stray beneath it?

[Break is not sensitive to the supernatural -- not outside of the Abyss, anyway -- and he's got a healthy wariness of Trench things, given previous incidents like beautiful glowing butterflies that drain you of emotion. But his omen, of course, can sense danger, and detects none here. The borzoi doesn't hesitate at all to stride right up to the tree, ears erect in a way that makes him look like a very strange noodle horse, tail swishing happily as he investigates. Likewise, Baltus has no problem whatsoever with Amaterasu nearby.]

oh, dear (cw: nudity)

[brushy]

[ she simply adores recieving so many guests here. they do good for these trees, strengthen the interaction, and create a bond like no other and by the gods, herself included, amaterasu hopes it's lasting. napping in her baus-given blanket has left her this way, now, they were spirit had taken shape so long ago: something more human-shaped. she smells of wolf, and all the fur still sticking to the fabric of the blanket that she bunches up in a hand (like she would, if it was her mouth) is getting treatment it never hasn't! fingers mean she can spread them out neatly and make more room for herself.

oh, this was so much fun. here was a woman (not so much a woman), her hair white as snow and nothing to actually cover her bareness, bent to the ground and spreading this blanket out to its limits, with her newfound thumbs. and she keeps looking at them! ]

Oh, the thumbs are very fun . . . [ ah, she can make the some mores (s'mores), she can use a can opener! she can— oh, she has a guest. amaterasu isn't used to having less than crisp listening and less than stellar smelling (compared to what she's used to), so the furry friend does briefly startle her— but in the snarl that catches in her throat, she relaxes with a hand on her chest and an easy exhale. ] Hello, there.

[ if she still had her tail, she'd be wagging it, too. ]

the farthest shore

[dohaeris]

[when the sun rises lady is there on the rocks, and she joins the howl. she watches with great interest as the tree springs to life, sniffing the flowers and the clean air and the magic.

so sansa remembers this when she wakes up, and when her day's work is done, she wanders down to the beach with lady, to admire it.]

🐴 cw: plant body horror

[brushy]

[ amaterasu had begun to feel dizzy and unwell when squirted with the blood of plants she hadn’t realized were so nefarious. she’d scorched that very bed, when it all became too apparent, but the wolf mother’s 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 did— 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 tree’s grace and blanketed with bausphomette’s 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 slumber— and her mane grows with the roots and leaves of marigolds that dig beneath her hide and threaten to pool out like sores. ]

the farther shores, gimmie dat lady!ammy

[creidim]

[ Understandably, Luna is doing her best to keep a low profile this month. Between the horrors she enacted on the people of Trench, and her fellow Sleepers, and then the reception by some to her network post — things have no been going well. On the times she has been leaving the house, she doesn't stray too far. She's mostly at the Archives, or will go to Willful Machine to run John's shop — the markets if she needs things from there.

The Farther Shores is a bit of a deviation, but she opts to come in case anyone she knows might turn up. If Sleepers who have returned to the ocean might decide to come back again, or a friendly face of home might finally reach the shores. She keeps to the edge of things, not trying to get too close to others. That is, until she catches sight of a particular tree that looks incredibly out of place.

She approaches slowly, awestruck by how beautiful the tree is. The soft pastel petals offering pleasant shade from the sun, but it's strange — how warm it feels underneath it. This... isn't the Moss King's doing. She doesn't recall these trees in March. Luna steps up close, a hand reaching out to press at the bark, laying flat against it.

... This is a very special tree. She's not sure how, but she's sure of it. ]

cw: nudity!

[brushy]

[ it's been an absolute delight, to see everyone finding solace and comfort under the great roots of konohana, whether it be from gruesome changes or something else. a feeling, perhaps. the same little feeling that attracts all kinds of little birds and harmless insects, perhaps a small mammal or three, to take shelter beneath the welcoming canopies. the fallen petals can serve as food, in small doses, and animals know especially well what to take and how much. she allows it— as long as people don't forcibly defile the tree, anyone may take what it gives.

amaterasu has just climbed the shores from a stroll (a run) in the sand, covered from head to toe in smears of black mineral and not at all bothered by it. it took great balance, to walk (much less run) on two legs! it took getting used to, but it was more fun than troubling. a challenge! an extra thing to do, on top of drawing so many things with— gasp! her fingers.

there is a little figure, thin and blond, underneath the guardian sapling of the farthest shore and the grassy edge it stood upon before watching over the beach. she can see her, just a tiny thing. with a squint of her eyes, she remembers just who it was: the sweet young girl that shared a home and heart with peter graham, of the graham crackers and some mores.

from the distance, the bare woman (but also bright and flaring with a halo of fire down her back), waves widely to the girl. was she coming closer? yes she's running and, hm. ]

Farther Shores - dogmom?/shifting is fine too!

[warminded]

[There is a strange sense of being adrift that has troubled Felwinter since his arrival here. An aimlessness, a disconnect, memories that felt like they were not entirely his own... and a deep, boundless well of grief and guilt and pain. When he fails to occupy himself fully he instead wanders without direction, and often finds himself back on the shore where he first awoke, drawn to it like the pull of the tide. Sometimes he finds familiar objects there. A battleaxe almost as tall as he is. Leather and plasteel armour engraved with a tree flanked by two wolves. A sleek black jumpship still half-submerged, which Felspring had taken to hide in the wilds outside of Trench, only to return to him whispering fearfully of beasts.

There is nothing familiar for him here today. Quite the opposite, in fact. He senses it before he steps onto the soft black sand, before Felspring murmurs her question to him — do you feel that? — and it doesn't take long to find the source. The tree is a magnificent sight, though it clearly doesn't belong here. It has a presence that welcomes him in like the cleansing warmth of a Well of Radiance.

Felwinter tugs one leather glove off to smooth the worn metal of his palm over the trunk. Felspring materialises just over his shoulder, drifting up into the boughs to scan the tree with rapt curiosity.]

How do you think it got here? [She asks him, with wonder in her voice.]

It grew. [His response is level and matter-of-fact, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. The little drone turns her eye on him, trying to decide whether or not he's being entirely serious.]

Yes, but how? Trees don't grow that fast.

[He peers up at her as she flits through the branches like a strange sort of bird. Somehow, he thinks, this far from the strangest thing that they've seen in this place. And somehow, he can't really find it in himself to worry about it right now.]

Perhaps they do, here.

[An exasperated sigh.] If you say so.

dogmom for you!!

[brushy]

[ the boardwalk is a lovely place for meets, greets and food, amaterasu finds! there is food always, all the time, or perhaps most of the time— but every one of those times that the wolf decides to give a jump over and visit, there's something exquisite. yummy. buns filled with fish meat, usually, but also pastries that range from tart to sweet. she can have it all . . . and rightfully helps herself.

she has managed to stuff her maw with six, i repeat, six bread rolls of all flavors, and happily brings her way toward the guardian sapling of the farther shore to eat under. there just so happens to be someone else under there, so the approaching wolf does stop in her tracks, ears erect and tail curiously straight when she catches sight of the other sleeper.

before her tail relaxes in a gentle sway, and she happens to pant in an affable way with all these buns in her mouth. very imposing and very scary for a wolf, clearly. hello there! ]

Trenchwood Farm -Wolfmom please!

[survivalthroughhate]

[Something that a lot of people don't know about Maul is that he's actually very into nature, being outside surrounded by plants and animals. He's always connected more with the Living Force than the cosmic aspect of the Force that binds his galaxy together. Even as a child, socially awkward, shy, and not prone to interacting with the other kits in his village, he would wander off into the forest and stay there for hours, content as he felt the life force moving through all the wildlife and plants around him.

It's something he's been getting back in touch with here, for Maul is trying to find ways to help manage his anger better. Being surrounded again outdoors by nature has helped to balance and center him better. Hence, when he senses this beautiful tree as he comes upon the guardian sapling, he actually smiles a little as he comes towards it. Laying a hand upon the bark, he sighs in contentment as he sits down and begins to meditate.]

woof for u :)

[brushy]

[ the farm had been one of her favorite places to visit. so many little children, wishing to grow and trying their best. that spot had suffered some, from the pollution. she was glad that the guardian sapling had helped disperse the bigger slabs of pollution well within the dirt and water. the tree had been doing just fine, from her observations. strong with its foothold and lively, youthful and dedicated. she couldn't have felt more proud of them, and of the young sleepers who care for it in turn.

the she-wolf also enjoys coming across visitors to the trees. she can gladly get to know more of who she would call her children, so many in the world and so many in trench that under her clock, she would get to know each and every one. this one here, quiet and in a silent, reflective state, sought peace. his face was red like a cherry , his horns not quite so different from an oni's— but he is beautiful, she deems. with his own problems to work, but the motivation to work it.

why else would he meditate under the tree?

amaterasu lays some feet before him, careful not to disturb his concentration, but ever so watchful. she dots flowers to bloom around the spot he sits upon and makes sure there is no one to disturb the peace he seeks for the amount of time his eyes are kept shut. ]