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deercountry2022-05-09 04:25 pm
brushy) wrote in deercountry2022-05-09 04:25 pm
the sun rises (ota)
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!)
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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oh, but amaterasu was never summoned as a cat, never lived as a cat! there are no statues of the lesser goddess she borrows this form from, so there is nothing actually keeping her stuck to this tree apart from an inclination and heightened awareness to balance. one that she, unfortunately, oversteps somewhere. the feline's paw slips downwards, off the branch, and off rolls her body with the momentum. she tries, though! she tries her best to hook flexible paws back onto the branch and grab with her hind legs, but it's not deeply flexed enough.
luckily, this divine kitty is already twisting her body to fall on her paws, but, ah— is the sun coming toward them? at an alarming rate? ah, god has become a cat-shaped meteor. oh lawd, she comin'. instead of an eager woof! to announce her descent, she nya!s. ]
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As she's spinning through the air her aura feels like the very sky is falling. The urgency to make sure she is safe is met by the unexplainable terror that the actual sun just might be crashin--
'Nya'
With arms extended]
Gotcha!
[He feels a light thud on his chest as he catches the small fluffy god. He blinks twice out of confusion and then relief.
Holding her is like cradling a small cloud. But what's this?? Leaning in, his nose is met by a scent he knows all too well.]
You smell like dog?
[As if on cue, Kage runs up to Megumi and Ammy with a yellow blanket clenched in-between her teeth. The fur on the blanket is long and appears to have come from a large animal. ]
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[ it's so strange when everything is so large compared to her usual scope of vision! nothing like being the size of issun, surely, but all the same, strange to be getting used to! but maybe just way to natural for this size, of course. it'll take getting used to. the cat paws at her savior's chest, tipping her head down to get a look below— ]
Because I am a wolf! And that is mine, yes— [ she does . . . the thing with her reaching paw, ] Oh— Oh, that, is funny . . .
[ pap!!! ]
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That's more like a cat now!
[Taking the blanket from Kage, while still holding on to Ammy, he rests it gently on her back. ]
A wolf?
[He's only ever met one wolf in the Trench. She didn't have these markings, but her radiant energy and playful nature definitely match. That's it! He thought he was imagining the sun coming out the day he met the great she wolf, but no it really happened. This is why she feels so familiar, and the dogs are so friendly and want to play with her.
It's not the first time a creature or supernatural entity has spoken to him; however it's his first experience speaking with someone of a truly good divine nature, here in the Trench. Sure back at home, he had been in the presence of the Divine General Mahoraga, but that deity has a destructive duty, and must uphold divine retribution. Nothing like the motherly touch of this being. She is in fact a bringer of life.
If it wasn't for the god in his arms, and the power emanating from her tree, he could have easily spiraled out on that thought alone. But no. Not this day. Today is a day about the blooming of life.
Feeling her warm energy and then looking at the stunning light pink tree once more. Emotion rushes to his eyes but there are no tears. He smiles at her. ]
You made this tree, didn't you? You feel the same to me.
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[ she’s a bit of a tease, but that’s just her happy-go-lucky spirit in the way of everything. as for the tree . . . she gives a brief glance up, all to mostly admire the garden work. she’s . . . purring! and her tail gently sways as she’s still in the arms of the boy. ]
As flattering as it is to think I made this tree— no, I did not. But I planted its sapling here, and helped it bloom. The creator is a wood sprite named Sakuya. I am but an envoy, this time.
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Stroking her soft tiny head and paper thin ears, he is reminded just how much more fine cat fur is then dog hair. It's not often that he gets to hold a kitty
or a god and he is enjoying it!Not aware of Baus gift or its mystical shaping shifting properties, Megumi is under the impression, this is one of the many forms a god may choice to reveal themselves as. ]
Well of course you're still you. These guys [he points towards his pups] definitely recognized you. I guess, I always imagined that if gods exist, they would appear to you by something you find comforting. In a way, you did that when I met you, here. Your energy felt familiar to back then, but I wasn't able to place it. You're... [he pauses for a moment] I just realized, I don't know your name. I'm Fushiguro Megumi.
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[ she likes the nickname, and doesn't mind it! just as much as she didn't mind furball, but ammy seemed short and sweet enough for all to enjoy. ]
I still remember your fish. Have you had better luck in your hunts?
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[ Megumi puts one his hand into his pocket, while the other supports Ammy. Like clockwork, Kage and Pepper's tails go a mile a minute as they look up with large puppy eyes. They know what's coming.]
I recently had a surplus of [he pulls out a few strips of a reddish brown dried meat ] venison and made some saltwater jerky treats.
[ The two bands of meat fly through the air. Kage jumps up and catches the first piece, while Pepper misses completely and lands in the sand. Noticing his failure to secure the treats he happily prances over to where it fell. Pulling out another strip he presents it in the palm of his hand right under Ammy's tiny pink nose. ]
If you need it smaller, I can break it up for you. Tell me what you think.
[The meat is not spiced and its texture is pleasantly chewy. Like all good jerky, it has a leathery look and snaps off with ease. Megumi is aware of the toxic effects of certain additives such as garlic or onion on canine and feline bodies. Lucky for Ammy, this treat is completely safe to eat!]
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—it's her turn!!! there's a treat just for her! she doesn't respond, doesn't speak, she is far too busy taking the piece into her tiny mouth and chewing wildly. she eats the whole thing. wolfs it down. gobbles it up.
and licks her lips and whiskers with a wide open mouth and loud purring. ]
Bless you, boy. Exquisite. Is there more?
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Seeing her eager response, he gently puts her down on top of the yellow blanket,
he doesn't want to but she did almost fall.and pulls out another treat.]This is the last one I have on me, but I have plenty back at camp. You're always welcome to stop by.
[A beat.]
Thank you, Ammy.
[ His eyes hold a steady gaze towards the tree and his voice is much softer than usual. Too often, he thinks of the world as an unfair place, but then individuals prove him wrong with their random acts of kindness. Being abandoned by his parents at such a young age, Megumi doesn't know a mother's love. However, something instinctual tells him that Ammy's actions are the epitome of selflessness and resonate within him as motherly nature. After all, look at what she's shared with the Trench.
Hope.]
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[ and not only for food! she has little ones here. all the pups and this boy who so greatly cradles her and gives her the last of his treat, even now. ever the glutton, amaterasu consumes it quickly, rubbing her cheek against the young man's leg with a purr (followed by the rest of her slinky cat body. ]
Thank you. Now, to the camp!
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When they arrive, it doesn't look much different from their last encounter, with the exception of more drying racks and an ample supply of meat. There is another large canine sitting next to the rack. This one seems more aggressive but melts like tar into the shadows upon their arrival.
He begins plating portions of the same venison meat. Everything he does is very by the numbers and organized. He places the meat down making sure everyone has a fair and equal portion.]
Bon appetit. [ He says this very dryly.
Yes he knows shes a cat, but couldn't resist. This is his attempt at comedy. You dont have to humor him, he knows it was terrible.Before sitting down, he grabs a flat piece of wood. Reaching into his shadow, he pulls out a small knife and begins carving something into the wood. He stops looking up at Ammy.]
What kind of care does the tree need regularly?
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You must, mm, oh, [ eating noises, ] simply keep an eye on it. Make sure there is nothing wrong . . . Can you speak that word again? You sounded like a dear friend of mine. He uses those fancy words.
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Bon apetit? [First as a question.] Bon apetit [Then as a statement. He shrugs his shoulders and looks over at Ammy.
A beat]
Is your friend a god like you and Sakuya?
[Ever curious about Ammy's world. One where he perceives the gods to actually play a larger role in providing for the inhabitants. And not by making life more difficult like the pthumerian in the Trench or the godless world he came from.]
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No, no, and neither is he a spirit. He is a man from the Moon Tribe. Flashy and flamboyant, he is— Waka. He would call me a cherry.
[ . . . “ma cherie”. ]
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The delight in reminiscing about her friend is written all over her face. Along with some meat bits!]
How did you meet Waka and the moon tribe? [Looking back up from the wood, there is a glint of curiosity in his eyes.]
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Oh, we have gone so far back together. He may not be a god, but he is an alley of the celestials— a mystic being with a purpose aligned with mine. It feels as if I've always known him.
[ and that's not wrong. there was a time when amaterasu's memory was a bit fuzzy— she couldn't remember him. but it returned. he came back. ]
I sadly did not meet all of the Moon Tribe. There had been a tragedy, on the moon. When we met on the plains, he was but one of the few survivors.
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Purpose? A fleeting thought crosses his mind.]
Is your purpose to spread light?
[He knows he felt the sun from her.He continues to nod as she speaks and pet her tiny head with his free hand before returning to carve the wood.
Tragedy on the moon ]
That's terrible. [Even in a place gifted with gods like Ammy, there still seems to be loss and grief. Would happiness mean less if sorrow didn't exist? He wonders.]
On the plains? What's that like? [He's heard of other realms and the term sounds very familiar. Imagining it to be the space between reality and dreams.
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the second! she can manage a more concrete answer: ]
The Celestial Plains. It looks very celestial.
[ oops—?! that was hardly an answer. but, those are the unspoken rules! A you don’t just tell people about heaven! ]
It is another plain of existence— it would be a difficult task, to put into words meant for this one.
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Realization hits like a truck. I just asked god what heaven looks like...
inadvertently.No comment. Just an embarrassed nod as his eyes cast away from both Ammy and the wood.
Had he thought about it maybe a minute more he would have decided hmm that might not be the best question to ask. A light pink paints his cheeks.To be fair, the realms he was familiar with, are way different in theory and not exactly associated with bliss. The dichotomy between his thought and Ammy's answer poses the next question. ]
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Two green eyes dare not drift from the board in front of him. ]
Do you think the Trench is meant as a punishment for sleepers? [His tone neutral and yet his expression quite somber. Mom, are we in hell for something we did in our old lives? ]
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It may seem that way, I imagine. [ she tries her best to put herself in the place of others— the dangers here, and the suffering caused from it. oh, yes. she can see many, many considering it punishment. the wrath of the patrons for any committed wrongdoings. he is asking for an opinion, though. amaterasu will deliver. ] But, no, I don't believe so.
Trench is a world vastly different from ours. It functions in a way that is not within the reach of most understanding. But, just because it is different, and works differently, does not mean it is retribution, or in the wrong.
It is simply Trench, and we cannot expect it to be Earth, or Nippon.
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[Wanting to understand its design and why it functions the way it does intrigues Megumi. Unfortunately, it often leads back to the moral dilemma he has presented to Ammy. Maybe he had expected it to work in ways he is more familiar with, without considering it may not have an equivalent that he is aware of.]
The weight of one's life is different here. Sleepers get reborn while others experience a more permanent death. It seems unfair to both parties. One only gets one chance at life while the other has no way to escape it.
[Maybe it's all this cherry blossom nostalgia but he can't help but make comparisons.]
Where I'm from, Sakura trees are synonymous with the idea of how fleeting life can be. Imagine one always in bloom. Does it lose its purpose if it can't experience death? [His tone a bit distant.
Black hair shakes back and forth, realizing he has shared more then he is comfortable. No pink cheeks this time. Just quiet.]
You don't have to answer that.[ He continues to fiddle with the wood, before looking for some loose tea to make.
Awkwardly avoiding what he just said.]Let's make Sakura-cha. (cherry blossom tea).
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I say as I sip cherry blossom tea while writing.]no subject
Would you like me to?
[ because, she has many opinions. and she has much time to spare when it came to philosophical talking of life and meaning, especially if it would help expand the mind of a young one. ]
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He pours himself a cup of tea in an old light blue yunomi. He has another, but considers Ammy's present form. The only thing that comes to mind that he has, is a small yellow ceramic bowl with a chip out of the rim.
Setting the tea down in front of her. She can see the light brown color holding the delicate flowers in a state of suspension. The smell is slightly nutty mixed with grassy notes. Nothing overpowering, just simple, clean and delicious.
He takes a sip, and a rush of warmth overcomes his body. The feeling is comparable to resting in the sun on a cool spring day. Calmness sets in, feeling more centered and grounded he looks over at Ammy.]
Yes. [Said in a small voice.]
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