the sun rises (ota)

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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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[ the statue gives a grand moan of distaste. indeed, they are! what a changing month of may.

”I do not like them.” ]

[eudaimonikos]

...well, I don't usually take them, but it can't be that bad.

[He showers, but? It's just water? Might be sort of nice, actually.]

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[ the stone statue gives another well placed groan. in this process, she ends up sneezes— and quite literally blows her (perhaps obvious) cover when her body shakes from snout to tail.

"oh, i have been found. what were we speaking of, the problem with baths— ah, yes! i don't smell the same. all the places i've been to and the dirt i've rolled in, it's all gone! i no longer smell natural. i smell . . . clean."

she doesn't want to be clean!! ]

[eudaimonikos]

Ha! I knew you were in there!

[Why'd she turn to stone, anyway - ]

Smelling clean is great! Ugh, I hate when I have human fluids on me, it's disgusting. [granted, he's speaking mostly from a past life, when he was a lot more likely to end up that way. still, the penchant for cleanliness lives on.]

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[ is it strange to see a statue wag her tail? upon closer inspection, she may seem a little rough to the touch. no more soft fur, here! only sleek chips of jade, or whatever it is that she's made of for the next hour.

"boo! yes, i was trying to fool you. now, then— i don't exude fluids unless it is very hot and i drool, or if i smell something delicious . . . or if i desire to shame my enemies. is that the fluid you speak of?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, do wolves not sweat?

[He has no idea! Not that much contact with animals, in all honesty.]

Sweat is disgusting. And blood, so sticky.

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[ ”we do not! i sweat from the mouth when the heat is unbearable. i can not tell you if sweat is nasty. there is a musk to it.”

amaterasu pause, before licking her lips in memory.

”it is salty, too. like a pork bun.” ]

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, it smells bad. I mean, a lot of things do. I didn't...

[Did he have a sense of smell as a squid? He's honestly not that sure; what would there have been around to smell?]

Well, there wasn't anything to smell, for a lot of my life. I was in space.

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[ the answer: squid.

"ah, space!" ammy is bounding up in front of him, waving her tail. "do tell of your escapades. have you been to the moon?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

[He has been told that he smells terrible...]

Oh, well, I've seen it. There's not much interesting going on there. It was kinda cool how it got made, though - just broke a chunk right off the Earth!

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[ ????? the confusion is actually clear on her body language, even if she’s stone: famous head tilt and pricked ears.

”I’d that how it happened for you?”

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, yeah. Most planets just pick up hunks of space rock, if they're gonna have moons, Earth's just weird.

*is, not i'd, my phone.... the ultimate betrayal

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[ how peculiar indeed! amaterasu rolls her head and gives a surprised yip!

"i had a quarrel with the god yumigami, many moons ago . . . ironically. our separation created day and night— sun and moon. and that was how the moon came to be." ]

[eudaimonikos]

...sounds like a nasty fight.

[How Creationist!]

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[ "she did not like the food made by a kind soul and decided to spew it about the earth like a child, and even sought to harm the cook in rage! some spats between us later, she remains ever the combat-ready one."

creative, indeed! there happens to be something she's left out. delicious deets for michael.

"she is a rabbit, for your curiosity. doesn't the moon look like a rabbit pounding mochi with a hammer?"]

[eudaimonikos]

Pretty sure it just looks like a rock.

[?????

It's possible he's never really considered it from the perspective of someone standing on Earth. He's so rarely been there, after all. That one year, he'd mostly been pretty occupied with the humans.]

That seems a little petty. I mean, plenty of folks are bad cooks.

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[ "i will give her credit today— she has grown, and knows better, now. we are all growing children at some point."

it is . . . very like amaterasu to never speak too badly of someone. her understanding comes first, unless they are a demon of the malevolent variety, then she'll gladly gossip.

"for some reason, i feel like you have never truly looked upon the moon. would you like to, today?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, that's true.

[Far be it from Michael to drag someone else who's worked on themselves!]

Uh - sure, okay. I think the moon here is a person, maybe? Pretty sure Cynthia's up there.

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[ "moon presence, is it? i wonder if she will be cross if i summon her."

she looks upwards, to michael.

"what do you think?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

I think it's been a long time since I knew her, for her.

[Michael looks up contemplatively. He'd never been close to her, really; he wasn't especially close to any of the old Deerington people. But he'd liked her, for as far as he knew her.]

But she was always nice. She meant well, I think.

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[ ”let us see then, if she minds a summon of a few minutes earlier.”

amaterasu looks above them and strokes a crescent into the sky with her celestial paint brush. lo and behold, the sun sets fast, and the shine of the moon appears where she had painted. gently, her tail wags.

“hello, cynthia. look, michael— the shapes. it looks like a rabbit with a hammer.”

woof! the statue wolf barks. obviously, it may be different for everyone. most people say they see a face, if they’ve grown up west. ]

[eudaimonikos]

Uh, did you just...?

[She sure did just make it nighttime! Is that like...okay?]

Oh - oh, the craters. [He looks for a moment. Michael doesn't really have any cultural context surrounding this; his friends are all Western, but they've never really discussed this.] Okay, yeah, I see it.

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[ a ten-minute antecedence shouldn't be a problem . . . it's not as if she brings to moon in at noon!

"yes, the craters. the same way clouds float into shapes, there are shapes everywhere. and of the stars . . . . do you know of any constellations, in trench?"]

[eudaimonikos]

You know, no one's ever mentioned them to me! We never did that back home - you know, saw them from different angles all the time - but the humans did. I always thought that was interesting of them.

[He sits, still looking up at the moon.]

I've always admired their capacity for creativity.

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[ meanwhile ammy is sitting here staring up at the sky doing the lord’s work. the moon doesn’t get bigger, exactly, but it does indeed clear some to see the stars. some stars shine brighter than others. oh . . . very brightly.

”they are the only ones i’ve seen build things from a scratch of imagination. truly wonderful, capable beings. that and more is why i believe in them so much.” ]