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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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! ]

[warminded]

[With Felspring occupied with her scans and his mind occupied with... well, many things, it seems to Felwinter that this is as good a place to stop as any. After all, he hadn't been heading anywhere in particular or for any particular reason. And there's something about this place — or perhaps the tree itself — that sets his mind at ease. A rare thing, for him.

He sinks down to sit with his back against the tree. Felspring is still chattering away to herself —but it feels like the Light, just a little bit, doesn't it?— as he spots the approaching wolf.

There are many wolves on his mountain. Some of the Iron Lords liked to raise them, as they made good guard animals and hunting companions in lieu of dogs, and were better adapted to the harsh environment. So he's perhaps not as concerned about the presence of a wolf as one might think he should be, even if said wolf does currently have her mouth stuffed full of bread rolls.

She stares at him, and he stares back, wondering if the tree was interfering with his sensors or if he really did feel some sort of power in this wolf. And then he lifts a hand and holds it out to her, cautious but welcoming. He's never been particularly good with animals, either, but she seems friendly enough.]

[brushy]

[ amaterasu’s pause is momentary, comedic at best when her lips bulge to make room for all these rolls— she holds her tail high and in a twitching little wave as she approaches the man with the slightest of bounces in her gait. judging from the tail, at least, and how she hasn’t let go of the rolls to free her teeth, the approach is a friendly one.

she sniffs wildly at the offered hand, and in due time, she lowers her head and begins to move her jaws— until the bread rolls fall, right on his lap. she’ll take one for herself surely, already snapping them between her canines and chewing away (as little as possible). but the rest is there, waiting. and so is her gaze on him, as if expecting him to take her slobbered offerings. ]

[warminded]

Oh. [That's... a little bit gross, actually. He eyes the slobbery breadrolls in his lap and then glances back up at the wolf who is watching him almost expectantly, as though she's waiting for him to eat one. That's strange, isn't it? Hardly normal wolf behaviour. Maybe he's imagining it.]

That's very generous. [Light, he feels foolish, talking to an animal as though it can understand him.] But I, ah. I don't need to eat.

[His speaking attracts Felspring's attention, and she floats down from the tree so she can see what's going on... and laughs at him quite loudly, apparently delighted by such a ridiculous sight.]

Look at you, making friends.

[He silently wills her to be quiet.]

[brushy]

[ oh, no? you would not like her shares? well, then— honestly, more for her. amaterasu gives the seated gentleman once more glancing look downward, with a gentle pant that makes her lips fall forward— no? are you sure?

her tail sways gently behind her, and she nearly swallows the first bun in sight, only giving it a single, crushing chomp before she goes onto the next, and the next! a floating friend hovers down to greet them, and it laughs, clearly capturing the wolf's attention with swiveling and pricked ears.

is he embarrassed? her panting escalates, and much like how a mother prepares to tickle her child in a grand game of tickle monster, she lifts her rump to the air and lowers her front (as opposed to showing off a threatening set of tickly claws). grrr, the wolf growls, but all in good play, then gruffs with this little hop forward, a paw on the man's leg.

she's going to get you!! ]