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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!)
woof for u :)
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. ]
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Maul doesn't believe in any gods but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a strong sense of faith. He believes in the Force with his whole being and without any doubts. It's the same way he feels about breathing, an unconscious reaction that he no longer had to think about. So when he opens up his eyes, he's dazzled by the sight before him.
His breath is taken away when he first sees Amaterasu. She is so beautiful. There is also a small bit of awe-inspiring terror as he feels the power coming off of her. That's par on the course for Maul, he associates beauty and terror in the same part of his mind given the life he's led.
He's not sure what to say at first, so finally all he can do is incline his head in a respectful manner.]
My lady.
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he knows where he is and what he sees. of course he is welcomed here. ]
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She looks pleased to be here with him. Maul has a very strong impulse to reach out and pet her but he's unsure if a being of her caliber would find such a thing to be an insult or not. But she's got such a happy expression on her face that he can't help but feel she'll welcome the contact.
So he reaches forward and strokes her gently on the top of her head.]
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her enjoyment is in the little thumb thump the tip of her tail makes, too. onward, darth maul, petter of gods. you are doing an excellent job. ]
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He continues to pet her, stroking her head softly before rubbing under her chin as well. The Sith Lord reaches out with the Force towards her mind with his own, seeking to connect on a level more than just the surface.]
What is your name?
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Amaterasu, [ her thoughts say, ] but many may be familiar with Ammako. Who are you, dear one?
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[There's simple, honest sincerity in the words. This wolf goddess feels so very good to be around. Maul feels like he could tell her anything and she would not judge him for it.]
I am Darth Maul.
[There's echoes there in the two words as he introduces himself. 'Darth', reflecting a title hard-won that has streaks of the Dark Side laced all the way through it, not necessarily evil but simply darkness made into a form one could almost reach out and touch. 'Maul', a name worn with pride given by a culture few understood outright, a harsh name that suited him well as he fought his way through life, surviving through his anger, toughness, and hate..]