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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    one of those tree huggers ..} open to all
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    Finally.” She sighs through a smile that fits her silver muzzle so perfectly with her glistening eyes tilted  down to an ancient ash tree. It's size is immeasurable, she assumes, and it's mortality questionable. Within the ash's  leviathan branches is a flattened middle lined with soft moss and walled in by the flourishing buds and leaves dangling freely in the warm breeze. She brings herself to soar in a few circles just above the buzzing greenery (alive with bees on it's fresh polleny blooms) before gracefully descending down into the center of the antique hardwood. Birds scatter at first but soon recognize her as something to bear no fear from and they continue tending their nests and young above her. Snow's firm grip finds the bed of mass with silence as she lands front-feet first, walking on air until  all four hooves anchor her to the tree. She feels as though she emerged from reality into a separate realm; ethereal. Songs of the birds echo off of the healthy bark, vines humbly growing across the crooked limbs and the sun lights the emerald heart of the hollow out center.

    No one seems to live in here, or ever be here when she is here yet it's clear the tree has loving servants from all walks of life... There is always a gift or two left as offering to the behemoth. Things like flowers, stones, trinkets, bones, feathers etc. The few who talk about it say she blesses you if you visit her with gifts once and a while. This makes the pearl beauty ponder the subject of the tree and it's possible origins – she gets lost in her dreamy thoughts and without memory she lies down in the soft moss and falls asleep for a few hours.

    Lotus..”

    She wakes up to a voice calling out to her. Its a woman's voice; direct and smooth. She shakes her head and blinks her eyes until her vision clears into focus. There is no one around and night has taken over the sky. No birds call out anymore, only the sound of trembling leaves in the constant push of the wind that blows. Moonlight floods through the canopy and ignites of the shadows of her speckled white wings that encase her dappled body as she ruffles them with a shiver. It takes her some time to stand up and clear her head; the recalling of the voice she'd just heard seems to be fading away...only the word remains. Dreams are always aloof like that, she assumes.

    The mission, in her opinion, seems quite clear. Bring the tree a lotus.

    She draws out into the night air, onto a broad limb that hangs out over the tree's southside. She balances in the sweet smelling night-winds for a moment. Taking in deep, delicious tastes of the air with her nostrils,  her bright eyes shuttered behind long pale eyelashes. She can smell the history of the land on the current of it's gentle breathing. She dives with her eyes still closed but her bone-white wings wide open to catch her like a parachute; aiding her tremendously in descending  to the forest floor below with ease. She lands with a canter and folds her massive appendages tightly to her side while effortlessly keeping the rolling gate. She's off to find a lotus or at the very least someone who may know where to find such a thing. Her only knowledge is that it's a stunning water-flower. Otherwise she's lost on all other accounts of her mission.

    She wanders almost all of the paths and thick-wood patches of the surrounding forest; checking ponds, lakeshores, and even riversides. Casually grazing and taking sips of the cool mountain water whenever she feels like. Once and a while striking up a conversation with a stranger she finds also wandering in the moonlight. None seem to know or care where her flower might be, so she finds herself simply covering ground until morning. At sunrise she finds the main 'road' again and begins her journey back to her ancient tree friend. She's about a half day or so away from it by now so she paces herself accordingly, appropriately keeping to a sluggish walk.



    Snowphish

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    (orig. picture by quaddles on DA)




    she's homeless and weird and this is what shes doing
    xD

    anyone and everyone welcome
    it's a marvelous night for a moondance..

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    one of those tree huggers ..} open to all - by Snowphish - 03-04-2016, 03:29 PM
    RE: one of those tree huggers ..} open to all - by Iseult - 03-04-2016, 11:14 PM
    RE: one of those tree huggers ..} open to all - by Iseult - 03-13-2016, 10:15 AM



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