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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!)
cw: nudity!
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. ]
that gift SENT ME
... she's also running towards her.
... Until she trips over her feet and promptly faceplants the sand.
Luna's hands fly to her mouth, horror-struck for a moment. Hitting sand like that might not hurt so much, but without a layer of clothing to protect the skin—? That looks painful. But she's quick to pick her way through the sand towards her, stumbling and skidding to a halt before dropping down onto her knees. She seems... oddly familiar, she... knows her, perhaps—? ]
Are you alright—? [ Her hands reach for her, trying to help her to sit before reaching for her cloak — unfastening the metal clasp and pulling it off her shoulders to try and drape it around the woman. ]
Here, Merlin knows that looked very painful.
im glad 🥹
Oh, dear— and I wasn’t spacing out, as my old friend would say. These legs are longer than my arms. [ before she realizes there’s a cloak being offered to her, the woman remains on her hands and knees, and gives off a shake that’s awfully canine. ] Oh— [ she sits back on her heels, but compliments the younger girl with a somewhat dirty grin as her fingers curl at the corners of fabric around her shoulders. she doesn’t seem too bothered by a disheveled look! ] Another slimmer coat than mine— Thank you. And I’ve had greater falls yet!
i am slowly catching up with myself
It takes her a moment, but she does put it all together. Her eyes widening in realisation at she looks at the woman. Oh. ]
... I know you. [ ... how? ] You're the wolf-being that came to my house. How... how are you a person now? Can you shapeshift?
[ Some sort of Animagus...? ]