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RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Kiada - 12-25-2016 The filly almost missed the golden colt – older than her and her twin but not by too much it seemed. Enough to make him seem older in the way that he had experienced more, but there was something about him that seemed young and broken. The weak part of her heart yearned for him, knowing all too well that feeling of missing someone so much that it broke them inside. That’s how she felt with Kianzo when he had gone missing – and so it was only fair this boy did the same. Yet, some jealousy also began to rage within her at their mother, as she caressed him and consoled him. She couldn’t mistake the blood red markings that lined his face, that mirrored their mother. Kianzo’s voice cut her off from her thoughts as she turned to look at what he was staring at. Curiously, her inky head drifted closer to inspect the little items. It was a little miniature version of herself and the hyena. Light brightened in her eyes as she rubbed the side of her striped face into his neck lovingly. “It’s beautiful, Zo.” She cooed to him before looking to see what her gift was. A small gasp slipped from her small throat when she laid her eyes upon it. “Oh! Oh, this is beautiful.” She admitted, her tail waving in excitement. There, on a little string, held replicas of Zo and Khairi. “Now we’ll never be without each other.” She decided, grinning and leaning into him as well as she worked with the curvature of her horn to place the necklace around her neck. At this point, Khairi dove from the top of the tree to land on the earth in front of Kiada and Kianzo, to inspect the shiny trinkets the tree had gifted them with. With a pleased squawk, he returned to look for Keusi. "Talk." Kiada just like the eyes, the HEART can adjust to DARKNESS. Mentions Zo <3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Mauja - 12-25-2016 Art by Neverr ♥ but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
More came. They gathered, drawn in by the silent call beckoning to their souls; he watched them, he judged them, and he missed them. He remained a shaggy, unkempt ghost on the sidelines, his still-lethargic and confused owls sitting quietly on his spine now that their job was done, and they were staring at everyone with wide eyes—not so different from usual, but he felt the difference. In them, and in him; he could see it, too, in the hollows beneath his fur and their feathers. He ground his jaws together; he was alone. No one came to stand by him, no one came to greet him. He thought he'd seen Alysanne smile at him, but that was it. They placed their gifts, and either remained as they were in the crowd, or sought the presence of others, standing close together. He envied them the warmth and love they shared; he envied them for they were loved. In somebody's sky they were the brightest, most precious of stars, unrivaled by any other, the one they instinctively went to with their concerns and their joys, the one that simply was the one. By always remaining alone, he was that to no one; he was just another star, perhaps bright, perhaps precious, but always outshone. The turtle began to speak, thanking them, before gifting them with a verse of all the things Mauja wanted but could never have: a perfect world free of war and hatred and disdain. He swallowed. Blinked. The tree lit up, and it tugged at something painful in his soul, bid the corners of his mouth tilt up in his characteristic small smile, even while his eyes filled up with tears. Irma suddenly twitched, and turned to look meaningfully at Diego. The amber-eyed owl gave a bird of prey's equivalent of a grin, and together they swooped to the ground on unsteady wings. There, the Earth Turtle had thanked Mauja for his snowflake by producing several small diamond snowflakes, and with an air of mischievous secrecy the owls picked them up in talons meant for killing. Some of them they laid on his rump, but they grabbed three and set to work, clumsily braiding them like a little snowfall into his mane, just behind his left ear. Mauja, who did not quite notice what the were doing, but fortunately had such a broad ass that the charms laid there did not slide off, began to move into the crowd. Unless waylaid, his end goal was to stand beside Lena, offering her not much more than a quiet, sad smile. [ Mau gets some of his snowflakes braided into his mane xD and goes to stand next to @Lena ] RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Castor - 12-25-2016 Mentions: @Vastra RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Megaera - 12-25-2016 She was keeping a close watch on her youngest son, trailing the little bay colt, letting him wander at will and taking time the enjoy watching him grow. Megaera had indeed made mistakes in her parenting before but she was determined to make up for that now. She split her time between the youngest children and her meetings with Maren. A warrior she would always be, she could no more eschew that part of herself than she could drop her limbs from her body, but the former Sultana was finding renewed purpose in dedicating her service to the Sun God above all other pursuits. The trail of the growing bay colt led to a gathering that Meg had seen a few times before, and she smiled at sight of the gathering and the great Earth Turtle. She gave the colt's shoulder a playful nudge as she came along side him, smiling with pride as he kept an eye out for his sister. "Watch Cas, The Earth Turtle has been know to give presents if you behave yourself." M E G A E R A
SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Maren - 12-25-2016
@Ampere because she seemed lonely ; A ; and mentions/sees most of the DT'ers and uh some others :D HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <333 Have a lovely dayRE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Howl - 12-25-2016
Even more arrived to the merry gathering, perhaps attracted by the tidings of good will and joy spread by the curious reptile. Howl hadn't expected anything to come of the cheerful gift-giving, so imagine his surprise when he received another beautiful trinket—a beautiful golden clover charm to suspend from the tines of his antlers. He received the gift gratefully, bowing deeply once more to the beneficent turtle. It would look lovely beside his lucky rabbit's foot—that is, if would not be ungracious of him to get it back. With mirth sparkling in his golden eyes, the grey stag watched the others around him receive their respective gifts, smiles playing on their merry faces.
His ears pricked forwards keenly as the turtle spoke of tidings of peace and hope. Although Howl knew the world to be merciless and full of avarice, he could not help but believe in the best of everyone on this day. When the turtle finished, the miraculous tree began to glow. Velvet lips split in a broad grin—perhaps it was a good thing that he was exiled from his home; perhaps he was better off that way, to live in such a mysterious and beautiful land. RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Graasvoel - 12-25-2016 graasvoel
His attention was too wholly focused on the bright gold, winged beauty to immediately notice the trinket that appeared in front of him in the snow. His dark brows knitted together at her recoiling reaction—though, at the quiet exclamations of glee around them, his starkly white ears swivel, followed by his eyes, at the newly appeared novelty before him. An ear remained trained on the gold lady, catching her quiet and squeaked ‘No,’ while his sharp and hot red-and-yellow irises study the vulture skulls and feathers that gleam in the icy ground. What normally would have been ominous or macabre was, in actuality, pleasant beneath the Giving Tree’s warm cast of light. He grinned slightly, more than willing and happy to succumb to the Tree’s pleasurable cheer and warmth (—what more could the vulture want? a pretty woman, gifts, and warm pleasure—). But then, after tucking the trinket into his multitude of thickly knotted mane hair, he returned his attention to @Yael . He breathed low and soft, a relaxing and calming breath—as if his own leisure may, in some strange way, allow her to become as tranquil as the Tree’s soft glow. His stark white ears perked back towards the woman as well. “And your name?” His gruff voice gently, somewhat amusedly, but curiosity prompted. We can start our own thread, if you'd like! :D RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Tembovu - 12-25-2016
The Elephant King’s thick, black lips press and curve in amusement at the lump of dark coal that appears in the snow before him. It’s rough, uneven surface mars the pristine powder to grey—though the Dorobian stallion does not pay it much mind. Instead, he is happily watching his twin children pick up their trinkets—and they are as fitting for each other as any supernatural force could create. Turning to lean into Rexanna, he finds that she has drifted off to talk to her son. The son she had with the Clovenheart. What would normally have made the King uneasy, instead warmed his chest beneath the Tree’s gentle glow. Seeing a mother reunited with her child seemed marvelous and right with the Tree’s light and Turtle’s gifts. He chose to leave his mate with her other child—to repair whatever bridges had fallen into disrepair by time and distance. So the great Elephant stood over his golden children, navy eyes warm and searching for any other parts of his family. There was no room for jealous or unhappiness in his giant heart, today. Only contented satisfaction grew there. RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Glacia - 12-25-2016 Glacia
The white lay over the land in a blanket. I'm sure this morning the blanket was pure and untouched. Not so anymore. Hoof prints marred it's appearance, stomping it down into dark cavernous holes. At least they would appear that way to something small and delicate, such as an ant. Sometimes I wished to be the ant. Was it easier? I thought maybe it would be. My spirits dampened over the course of the few weeks. Kvasir has been elusive to me, and the white ghost that was my father had also been missing. My hooves traveled through the steps of others, snow mushing beneath my weight, and clumping in my fetlocks. I was headed towards a gathering. So many surrounded a single tree. A tree that sparkled and glittered with items. Where the items from those who surrounded the tree? I sauntered closer, my icy eyes drifting over the backs and rumps of familiar faces. I did not see my son, I did not see Rhoa, but I did see others. Rikyn, Erebos, Dad. My eyes remained on him. Next to him stood Lena. I knew her too. She inspired this urge to heal, that day that Arya had almost died. I pushed my way through the crowd, to rest on one side of my father. My muzzle reached out gently to touch his shoulder, then retracted to look at the tree. It was beautiful, and the items from other dangling on it made it all the more personal to helovia. When for just one moment everyone gets along. "Talk." Directly interacts with @Mauja Mentions @Lena, @Rikyn, and @Erebos RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Kiuaji - 12-25-2016 Kiuaji
Late late late, when had lateness become his new fashion statement? The serpent noticed that he had missed the whimsical gift giving of the turtle as he arrived to the throng of Helovian's. His ears are filled wih the cooed comments and childish glee of younglings and their latest hot item, the vibrant hues of his eyes reflected the images of the young and old as they fixed their new adornments to their bodies. Matanye is on his back, the large raptor preoccupied with a braid she had started in her bonded's luscious locks. Strands of ombre gold and cream threaded through her talons as she skillfully braided one part after another with her beak. It was a way to pass the time, and with the ground and air filled with all manner of other companions, she's loathed to leave her plush perch to share her space. The cut a rather sharp silhouette among the crowd, like a serpent on a bushel of apples. No smile drawn from him is no less cut from glass as any you would find upon him on a good day. He's still the same dorobian viper, the confusion and delight of many, the effortless grace and decadence of Dorobian's elite and most desired. The jingled joy from the Turtle merely added a flash of warmth to his otherwise cold exterior. Helovian cheer surrounded him indeed, his scaley heart is pricked by something as he stood with the rest of his herd and the strangers. Kiuaji would of liked to have pushed it aside with a flirtatious laugh, claim that it was something else. Unfortunately, he knew somewhere deep down that it wasn't the Earth Turtle's doing. No this was something crafted from his own cloth, something started years ago that he'd weaved silently into a marvelous tapestry. A tapestry almost finished and there was nothing he could do but look at it. the serpent within the mist RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Ranjiri - 12-25-2016 @Letha RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Myrrine - 12-25-2016 Myrrine She had stuck to edges of the trees, hazel eyes looking upon the group and the large turtle that seemed to be filled with mirth and good cheer. She wished she could feel it too. She hadn't noticed her at first, walking among the taller horses, but now hidden away in the trees she couldn't help but notice the pastel wings and brown speckles over the splashes of ebony. Her beautiful little girl was starting to look healthy again, and it made her hear swell with such joy that things were getting better for her. Even if Myrrine wasn't contributing to it whatsoever. With tender eyes she smiled at the bubbly child, the one that was so much like she when she had been so young. Full of earnest and eager to explore the world for what it was. She prayed to the Gods that life didn't turn little @Laume bitter like it had turned her. Moving her skull in the direction of the Earth Turtle, she heard his booming voice call out to them; and at once she moved forward again in hopes of hearing what he had to say. She was careful to avoid the eyes of her child, not wanting to ruin her time here with her presence. With a kind expression she waited, taking the time to find her flower charm and delicately placing it back within the tresses of her mane. At the same time, her eyes widened as magic formed around her skull, a tiara of pink flowers now adorning her crown and giving her a look of innocence. Smiling softly she giggled, nodding her head in thanks to him, before looking to the others around them. Everyone was waiting, wanting to be acknowledged and looked upon by this cheerful monster, and Myrrine couldn't help but begin to feel the same way. "Talk." the butterfly is proof that great darkness can create great beauty image RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Arah - 12-25-2016
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Ráeru - 12-25-2016
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Iona - 12-25-2016 iona
Iona looked at her token from the turtle - the small perfect replica of the patron goddess of the Edge. The painted specter had no conflict with the goddess, but couldn’t claim to have a particularly close relationship with her either. To be honest, Iona was wary of the Gods here, and she always had been. She’d lived in a land full of both false Gods and the fallen. She’d seen what perverse religion could do to a place. She wasn’t one to have much faith in anything. But perhaps she could work harder in developing a relationship with her Goddess, instead of simply building more walls. Maybe that’s what the Earth Turtle had truly given her. A reminder. After all she couldn’t help but think that the Earth Turtle and his gifts were far more meaningful than simple trinkets. Anyone with eyes could see that. She wouldn’t call Helovians a peaceful bunch, yet here they were gathered around the magnificent tree adorned with all of their belongings - voluntarily given - peacefully mingling regardless of herd affiliation. And Iona, for her part, felt no impulse to cloak herself with her magic and disappear. That, in itself, spoke volumes. To have such a physical reminder that there was good here brought Iona such a profound sense of comfort that she couldn’t hope to explain it if she’d been asked to try. Thankfully, it seemed that they were all under the spell of goodness this night. For the first time in a long time - Iona had absolutely nothing to say. She was content to simply be. The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Dragomir - 12-25-2016
@Ranjiri @Letha @Isopia RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Maude - 12-25-2016
@Arah @Tilney @Aelfwine @Bartholomew aka THE WHOLE DANG CREW :'D<3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Rikyn - 12-25-2016
@Erebos @Enna @Mordecai @Glacia RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Aelin - 12-25-2016
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Albrecht - 12-25-2016
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