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Post by Hakuri Wed Nov 03, 2021 9:58 am

Without a single consideration for worry he might be causing, the wayward god wandered off, leaving Karimah behind to venture to the Gaiyan homeland. He may look human, but for all intents and purposes, he was a Gaiyan. The Lunar Cleansing was something he knew about in a historical sense, but he'd never experienced it in the slightest, especially from a 'mortal' perspective. In the past, he'd been vaguely aware that the spiritual realm felt crowded somehow, but he'd still be separated by a seemingly impenetrable barrier. Still, the leylines replenishing themselves with the ocean's waters was refreshing to him in his solitude as well as necessary, as were the sweet prayers and praise from his followers praying that the waters would return and bless them.

Though he hadn't been walking on two legs for long, Hakuri did indeed feel the draw of the leylines and the familiar aching of his magical veins. Magic wasn't a thing he used much of currently, but he still felt a bit drained, like those times he'd stayed up all night reading or walking. It was similar to that. He needed nourishment from the world of Vyldermire no matter what form he was in.

Getting across the sea to the luscious island had been unusually easy. Hakuri was still fuzzy on the concept of money and had none on him, but the lady at the docks had said something about his dazzling smile being worth more than the few coins needed, so he'd been admitted and enjoyed his first boat ride. Once he'd arrived, as much as he wanted to explore the Gaiyan homeland, he knew better than to get lost. Wandering around could come after the night's festivities, once he had more energy. So instead, the darling deity lingered near the beach, watching for hours in wonder as the seas rapidly retreated along with the sun, as if the burning ball of heat had burned a hole in the seabed. Once the sloping sands were extended, Gaiyans emerged from the treeline and meadows to erect poles wrapped and swagged with ribbons and adorned with bowls of water and pretty pale blue flowers. A colorful assortment of hand-woven blankets were placed everywhere for meditative comfort, and children were scuttling around collecting exposed seaweed and seashrooms to be roasted over a shimmering flame.

Once the stars began dotting the inky sky, more people showed up of all shapes and sizes, some humanoid, some tree, some with sparkly wings. As they arrived, they were handed ribbons, and groups of friends and families and even strangers began tying themselves together at the wrists and moving toward the blankets, where they'd snack, converse, and then ultimately fall into peaceful silence. When the dark-haired man approached, he was also given a ribbon, though a quick glance around yielded no one that he felt might want to join him. Was it required? could he do it alone? Would that cheapen the experience? Furthermore, were they actually communing in the heavenly realm, or just sitting quietly? Puzzled, Hakuri raised a hand to his chin, his expression the spitting image of scholarly consideration, though his rich golden eyes continued to watch for others who may not have previously arranged relationships and obligations.

No one could really miss him standing there like an awkward pillar in a fantastic suit of browns, blacks, and golds. He stared at everyone who arrived, inquisitive but ultimately inviting, sort of like a lost puppy looking for pets from kind strangers.

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Post by Aries Thu Nov 11, 2021 9:56 pm



Rowan

They danced through the day , And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall from winter to summer then winter again,
Dr Aries Marrow




It had been quite some time since Aries had indulged in the mystical delights of the Lunar Cleansing. His duties to Elijah had kept him away for two decades now. Not a great deal of time in the Leshen's eyes, but still enough time for him to feel the ache of nostalgic longing.  Alas, the duo had returned to their homeland, and with that came the possibility of enjoying such experiences once again. His master had been surprisingly lenient at his servant's request, especially considering the manner in which the night affected him and his lycanthropic physiology. Or perhaps that was why he had been quick to accept the creature's request, Elijah rarely sought the company of others, especially during times of vulnerability or uncertainty. He survived in solitude.

And so, with a smidgen of dismissed resistance, Aries set upon his way, returning to the isle upon which he was born. However, before attending the Lunar Cleansing, the Leshen would take on a particularly important task. Making his way deep within the Ilyanor forest, soft hues of pink and orange illuminating his path. A gift from the dusk. He would wander to the point he felt most familiar with, following the path of the leyline that ran through his birthplace. Deep within the thick of oak, spruce, willow and elm, until he arrived at a clearing. A region of green that stretched out for several yards each way, in the centre, a single tree stood in its centre, over twenty metres in height. Its arms stretched out wide, and from its branches, withered flowers faded white with hints of purple tones. A wisteria.

His mother tree.

The very tree that many millennia ago he rose from, its body shared to him to make his own, along with the carcass of a monster that had died upon its roots. A tree that had somehow survived all this time, through time, weather and flame. A sensation swelled within his chest as he eyed his birthplace, a strange concoction of melancholy and jubilation within in. The withered flowers brought his sadness, but its existence brought him joy. For she was still alive, and how he had missed her. With a few long strides, he was upon her, palm outstretched. He would place a hand on the tree's surface, a soft gush of wind billowing against him softly, greeting the one from which he was born. For such a beast as he appeared to be, the bone faced being never looked as at peace as he did at this moment. Both Aries and the tree would begin to emit a soft glow, his head rolling back as his life poured back into the wood, and in turn energy flooded through him. The tree would begin to shift, slowly transforming, its withered flowers would return in lustre, and begin to bloom. Branches stretching out further into the clearing, reaching out and upwards towards the skies, as though waking up after a deep slumber.

Welcome home.

~~~

The Leshen stepped upon the beach, having returned from his reunion. Whilst it was important for him to cleanse the realm, he had long felt the thirst of his Mother tree. Solemn from separation. First, he had to give back what he had taken and deprived her of, only then could he indulge in the lunar cleansing. He would take a moments pause, observing his fellow Gaiyans from a respectable distance, watching quietly as they engaged and greeted one another.

There were some faces he recognised, some uncertain glances. His absence coupled with his reputation meant that many of them likely weren't sure what to make of his presence. Whether or not they should interact with the race traitor. They weren't sure. Not that he minded, Aries was quite happy to just observe quietly, indulging this gift from his master and merely experiencing the Lunar Cleansing itself.

Moving the direction near where the poles had been set up, he would seek out a place to lie upon. Aries would also notice the ribbons tied between already lain Gaiyans. He doubted that he would be able to share in this tradition, after all, who dare tie themselves to the likes of an Eldritch's willing slave.





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Post by Rayne Tue Jan 25, 2022 1:30 am

Safe inside myself


are all my thoughts of you



Home tree.  Despite all of the shy Gaiyan’s restraint on her emotions for the rest of the world, there remained a smile that dared to lift the ends of her plush red lips upon walking through the tree's green curtain of leaves that reached the ground, feeling it brushing against her pale cheeks like the sweet caress of a family member that welcomed her home. As the dryad entered into the shade of the dome canopy, which offered shelter to many of the creatures she took a second to acknowledge, she sighed in relief as she stood with her back against the trunk, resting her raven head on its wooden bark. She was home. In an instant, her pale body changed color, almost as if it absorbed the color of the tree's brown trunk until her skin became rough and wooden in texture like the very tree bark she leaned against. Her feet transformed into part of the tree's roots as her now trunk-like body elevated her as it grew, while her arms transformed into branches that reached out for the tree to wrap its branches around her. The branches enveloped her like the deep, longing embrace of one she had missed for so long. It was only here in the wooden branches that embraced her, where she felt truly safe. Entwined with her home tree, the dryad was no longer Rayne. Here, she was able to be herself; here, she was Willow.

After departing from her beloved home tree by the riverbed, Willow tearfully returned to her given namesake as Rayne when she chose to depart with a piece of her home tree's leaf attached to a thorned vine coiled around her wrist to join the other Gaiyans in the lunar cleansing ceremony. Simply touching base with her home tree gave the dryad a surge of happiness and inner peace. That smile waned of course when Rayne pondered on the idea of socializing with others. She never really was good in that regard. It was always easy to just hand over the medications, receive payment, and be on her way. Socializing was something the shy dryad altogether did not do well. Nonetheless, Rayne knew that it was important for dryads to be in touch with all creatures of nature, which included races of all Gaiyan for the best way to immerse herself in the lunar cleansing. Thankfully, there was a particular herbal treatment to calm her nerves.

A wispy trail of smoke billowed and curled in the air from the ends of a long pipe held by the timid raven-haired dryad in the black-and-red robed dress that appeared within an embrace of another tree nearby the shores of Ilyanor. She strolled along the beach in her sandals, which allowed the Gaiyan's feet to feel close to Vyldermire's sandy shore. Of the Gaiyans that have gathered along its shores, a pillar of a man stood out in a fantastic suit of browns, blacks, and golds. The dark style appealed to the gothic dryad that slowly approached with a parting of her full lips in efforts to say something, a compliment perhaps. It reminded her of the glimmer of the sun hitting the moors on a sunset. Yet the shy dryad instead closed her lips and pressed forward. As she walked past, her silver orbs did glimpse back at the pitiful-looking pillar in the fine suit. Why was he standing there? Perhaps he needed guidance?  

No.

Rayne turned her head away as she tended to the ribbons on her wrists. Perhaps he was waiting for someone. That appeared to be what many Gaiyans tended to do during the lunar cleansing, after all. For the first time, perhaps, even Rayne had someone she wouldn't have minded to join her. By her will, wooden tree bark encased her hips down to her legs, transforming her feet to wooden tendrils rooting themselves into the earth; by connecting to the underground fungal network that connected to all the roots of trees, she hoped to communicate with the one she wouldn't mind seeing once more. Hello Luchta, she messaged through the underground rooted network, This is where I am. Find me here...if you would like to join me. With that, her roots delivered a constant pulse that would be sent through the rooted underground, almost as if sending her location in a way that can be easily pinpointed anywhere on Vyldermire's great earth if one only knew how to connect to the underground network that allowed trees to communicate.

Still rooted onto the ground, the half tree dryad returned her attention over to the towering Gaiyan that still remained standing there. A pensive pout formed on her full red lips. If only she could just picture him to be like an animal, rather like a brown-haired puppy that lost its way. The veterinarian might be more social if it were an animal she was dealing with. There was no way for her to change back unless she were to stop the pulsing of her roots to tell Luchta where she was located, which was something Rayne did not wish to do. Still, she could at the very least say something to this lost sheep. Her eyebrows rose over her silver orbs in an interest to socialize with the Gaiyan, before she glanced down once more.  

No, she couldn't do it.

Another contemplative puff of the herbal treatment in the pipe that the raven-haired dryad brought to her lips seemed to calm her. Her silver orbs shifted back to the brown-haired male as she practiced the questions she thought she might tell him. "You.." She attempted to call over the boy, though her voice remained soft-spoken. The shy dryad next attempted to plan out her next questions once he'd look upon her. Are you lost? Are you looking for someone to tie a ribbon with? "...what are you doing?" Rayne finally inquired of the lost Gaiyan with a curious raise of an eyebrow.

Well, she tried.  

A sigh escaped her lips and Rayne stretched her hand out, her free hand turning into the wooden branches that stretched onto the water's receding shore with a wooden hand to pick up raw seashrooms and seaweed. The branch arm slowly retracted, its wooden willow flexibility allowing her to bend her arm to extend it out to the lost Gaiyan. "Here. Take these. Cook them in the fire and eat them. It will help.." The apothecary advised of the Gaiyan gently as she held the items out for him to take. The combination of mushroom meat with the seaweed would help if he should have trouble meditating.  

Just as she was dropping the items (whether on his hand or the ground should he refuse to take them) for the Gaiyan to use, the Gothic dryad's silver orbs widened upon catching the sight of the one that loomed by the trees, watching the Gaiyan scene. "Dr. Marrow," The dryad identified under her breath with a parting of her lips in shock after piecing together all that she heard about the psychiatrist. It really was Dr. Aries Marrow, the psychologist renowned by many to willing serve under an Eldritch; a risky business and one that the gothic dryad couldn't help but secretly admire, the lichen being so different from the rest of the Gaiyans that tended to stay away from Eldritch. Rayne, too, worked with eldritch and all races alike, given that all of nature belonged to Fleure'vir; thus, the apothecary and veterinarian felt so overcome with inner excitement upon meeting another professional similar to her.  It was because of this that Rayne did not call out to Dr. Marrow like the other lost Gaiyan and actually pushed herself forward, her roots unearthing the earth in front of her to allow her to move while the ground repaired itself behind her.

So many questions flooded Rayne's mind, wanting to know if the reason he willingly chose to serve truly was because of psychiatric research, rather than purely out of servitude. If so, what sorts of psychiatric discoveries had he found while working with an eldritch so far? Did he have any future psychiatric hypotheses that he wanted to study? "You're Dr. Marrow," the shy dryad only managed to tell the famed psychiatrist and she bowed her head, not out of honor but more out of the overbearing embarrassment she felt for being so absurdly obvious. "I.." The half-tree Gaiyan attempted to introduce herself, to tell him that she was Rayne, an apothecary that would love to work with him should he need any herbal medications for therapy. Unfortunately, she was far too shy to do so. What if he could care less about her?  "I know of your work.."   She added softly as she peered at the lichen respectfully. All the while, the gothic dryad was fiercely fighting the urge to turn into a tree in effort to evade this embarrassing situation, hoping he would easily forget who she was.  


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Post by Luchta Dagda Tue Jan 25, 2022 11:31 pm

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Under a tree, upon a hill, there sat a man. But a man large in stature, with broad features and thick hair upon his face, but a softer and gentler man. Pale skin over sharp cheekbones and a sharper jawline, yet in his eyes was a sense of peace, and on his lips a warm but subtle smile. Bright red hair flowed from his head and rolled over his shoulders, it’s colour matched by the warmth of the deep red cloak which hung over most of his body like a blanket. He did wear more underneath, such as the brownish green tunic which covered his chest and the dark coverings for his legs underneath, but it was all loose fitting and light, perfect for the heat of summer and the fresh air of Ilyanor.

It was all so, so beautiful. The beach before him stretching in either direction, golden sands before an azure sea, it was the a world away from the dark gravesite of his birth or the forest of his childhood, yet there was a song in his blood which sung the moment he stepped foot upon it’s shored. This was not his first time visiting the island, but it still swept away his focus and sense of time as if the world was fading away into a painting, a single view that he would gaze across until every fibre of his being returned to the earth. There he could rest, he could sit and watch he ages of the world come and go such was the sense of belonging that flowed through the earth, such was the reason he had not moved from that tree since the morning’s dawn, and as the stars awoke from their daylight slumber, their canopy of silver a blanket to keep their people safe as they begun the lunar cleansing.

When he watched over the crowds of his people gather upon the now pale sands, he felt both so alone yet so connected, in a way which was different in every way yet the same as the disconnect yet belonging he felt on the mainland. In the realms of humanity, anthers, Demons and others he was an oddity, a relic of a time gone past yet the young abomination of a love not deemed natural. A son of the old and the new, blood of the elves and scion of a creature without true name. Yet he was surrounded by laughter, love, passion and adventure. Here in the homeland of all that was true to Vyldermire he could look down upon those who were Gaiyan, those who were more like him than any other, yet still he found himself without kindred. A half-blood, entirely of their kind yet unique for better or worse. He would join them soon, but it may have been a while yet, if not for the words which translated themselves without thought into his mind.

Like whispers in his ear he felt the call, as if her red lips were but inches away he understood the message from Rayne. A message transmitted through root and vine, by fungus and blade of grass, a message which sparked along the branches of his finger tips, wooden tendrils which discretely snaked their way from under his cloak and deep into the ground as he had enjoyed it’s refreshment over the course of his carefree day. “Was there her any doubt?” He responded after a while, allowing her words to repeat as he found himself simply swelling with joy at knowing he would be reunited with the one he had met just the once, but once was enough to know she was a friend. A dear, dear friend, one of the gentlest souls he would ever come to know, and the one whose presence was enough to inspire his legs to move again, carrying the half-elf to his feet as he threw the cloak over his shoulders and began to approach the beach.

When Luchta set foot on the beach, he continued striding in the direction of Rayne’s signal, an unforgettable signature which he had kept in the back of his mind as he navigated the path down. Despite it being her he sought however it was not the raven haired Dryad he saw first, but instead it was the great curled horns of one he knew only in name. He began to walk in an arc around the doctor, seeking not to disturb him at first yet quickly spotting a reason to. When he reached them both, the towering man with a skulled face, and the young women whose voice was rare but previous, he almost forgot his appearance was still how he usually kept it when travelling. Hidden, disguised by Elven flesh and oral eyes, his clothing keeping hidden that which was more flora than fauna. But in the presence of two who were, more kindred than foe, he decided he would let allow himself the comfort of not holding back what his body wished to be in its natural state.

“I hope i’m not disturbing, but amidst the louder sections of the beach i find myself far more… at peace, here than anywhere else.” He said as the skin across his collarbones began to fade away into bark and wood which interwoven like a statue of wicker and branches. His face, half a man and half a spawn of the forest as a crown of spikes protruded in a circle around his head, each made from wood and his legs aye a large orb of rich vibrant green. He smiled softly, before letting it grow wider and bowing with a playful joy. “Doctor Marrow, a pleasure, and Rayne, It is lovely to see you again.”



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Post by Hakuri Sun Feb 06, 2022 2:25 am

With seemingly unending patience and not a shred of shame or self-consciousness, the brunette incognito god would wait and wait, his eyes searching each newcomer for interesting things and companionship, but coming up rather empty. His mood never wavered from friendly curiosity and anticipation, though. So new to the world was he that Hakuri hardly knew negative feelings and when he should experience them. Not yet.

A girl draped in dark, red-accented linens that matched her hair and lips appeared in his field of view. Her eyes were the shade of some flowers he’d munched on earlier. Her lips were a shade he’d yet to see on a person, so he idly wondered why that was so and might have approached to ask, but she seemed… closed. It was hard to describe, but people came across as open or closed to him, and while sometimes he disregarded this detail, at this moment it stayed his approach. That is, until she addressed him.

Before he approached, Hak meticulously adjusted his suit, smoothing the tie and any wrinkles in the front. It wasn’t so much for appearance's sake, for he didn’t wish to impress or anything. The first person he’d met had left him quite scarred about meeting others for the first time, so he wanted to make sure nothing about his appearance would cause anyone discomfort. That pale nervousness aside, once he was sure most of his skin was covered, the god approached without any other cares. It was hard to label him an extrovert just yet, but he hadn’t been taught to be cautious or shy. The people of this mortal world were who he became flesh to meet, after all.

Golden eyes shifted to her silvery ones. “I’m… waiting,” he answered, perhaps a little too literally. The pause between words had not yielded any better term other than that one, and after that he didn’t speak more. He simply observed her more, noting the bark digging into the sands. Scholarly interest deepened on his face as he perhaps looked too long. Never had he seen a person turn into what seemed like a tree, which was further demonstrated by her arm doing the same when it offered him the food. She instructed him to cook the plants dropped into his eager hands. Looking over, he did see some small fires set up with other Gaiyans holding the same plants over them. “You have my gratitude,” he told her, though he didn’t leave quite yet. Hakuri wanted to ask the tree-girl some more questions, maybe inquire if she had anyone to do this activity with, but it seemed she had arrangements after all.

Watching her leave and walk over to a curious-looking person with a different face than most others, he simply kept watching for a moment or two. The deity pondered on what it meant to be friends or family, since he had the loosest of understandings of such notions. The words were thrown around very casually, but the meanings heavily relied on base knowledge he simply didn’t have. Either way, as another person, a red-head, joined the little group. Another tree person! Oh, he really wished to go speak with them all…

Despite what he wanted, he had received instructions, so he’d follow them. Taking his plants to a nearby fire, he took a stick and skewered them, holding them over about as long as he observed everyone else doing. He then started to munch on them, pleased with the flavor. Holding things over fire changed the taste! Could he do the same to flowers? Blowing on the seashroom to cool it a bit more — he’d already burnt his tongue given the tears in his eyes — he returned to looking for someone who felt open.

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Post by Rayne Sat Mar 26, 2022 10:26 pm

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While speaking with Dr. Marrow, the goth dryad glimpsed back to the boy wearing black and golds; the one that claimed to be waiting. Her raven head gave the subtlest of tilts as she watched him cooking the seashrooms and eating it as she had instructed him, curiosity flickering in the green hues of her large silver orbs underneath her raven brows that slanted upwards. It was truly intriguing the way he handled such a task with such a sense of novelty in his features, particularly when she caught him eating the cooked seashrooms while it was still hot judging by the expression he wore. This couldn't be his first time in the Moondance, could it? It was not possible.. was it? No, maybe he was just used to someone else doing it for him all the years prior, she supposed.

“I hope i’m not disturbing, but amidst the louder sections of the beach i find myself far more… at peace, here than anywhere else.”

A peaceful tone of voice broke the dryad apothecary's curious thoughts, one that rung familiar enough for her to turn her attention to the familiar man with hair like fire; the one that she had secretly been hoping to see ever since he had responded back to her invitation earlier. The timid Gaiyan parted her full lips in attempts to greet him and perhaps even present him to Dr. Aries, but the blush in her cheeks spoke volumes instead, rendering her speechless from shyness. Perhaps it was also because she was not used to his fully fleshed form, having met Luchta for who he truly was within. Either way, she silently watched the half-elf's complexion turn to its true state; his captivating, natural state where it seemed as though Vyldermire's beautiful earth embraced half of Luchta's features and gave him a crown of wooden spikes like a true prince of the forest. It was for the reason that he chose not to hide his true presence from neither Dr. Aries nor her that made the ends of her full red lips tilt upward into small, meek smile in pleased appreciation. The dryad, as most typically do, particularly hid from the rest of the world out of shyness, so it was comforting to find  a mutual understanding with someone that also typically hides.    

“Doctor Marrow, a pleasure, and Rayne, It is lovely to see you again.”

As the crowned prince of the forest bowed and spoke his sweet words, the pale cheeks of the goth dryad reddened and she bowed her head, more so to hide her flushed features, honestly. "Thank you.." The shy dryad finally spoke with pink-tinged cheeks after trying to calm timid nature enough to formulate words again, "..for being here, Luchta." It was embarrassing for her to add that she looked forward to his visit, but it would be true if only she had the courage to say it to him, especially in front of others. At least she was able to thank him for accepting her invitation to join her in this festival. Her silver orbs fell on the ribbons tied at her wrists before they flickered back up between Luchta and Dr. Marrow. The goth dryad parted her lips to ask if they would like to be tied to hers, but her face reddened at the very thought of how close their hands would be to hers. The physical act of touching someone else wasn’t because she detested how it felt, it was because it was so foreign and so rare. The nature of most dryads was a shy one, and Rayne particularly disliked blushing as much as she did; it was the reason why she tried to keep her emotions in check.  

Rayne breathed from her calming herbs and exhaled the smoke that swirled in the night sky as she tried her best to stop thinking of touching hands, forming a neutral face back on her lips. The lost Gaiyan was easy enough to distract her thoughts, if only temporary until she could find the courage to ask about the ribbons. "He is waiting.." Rayne spoke quietly again, her long wavy locks of raven swayed as she turned her head to gaze back on the Gaiyan that seemed to continue standing alone. Her full lips formed a pensive pout, trying to understand the Gaiyan's situation once more. The mystery behind who he was waiting for was truly a curious one. By this time, it seemed as though the one he was waiting for was arriving very late or possibly not showing up. Was it possible that something had happened to the one that he was waiting for? Maybe they died? Rayne paused for a moment to feel in the roots for any trees communicating a disturbance on the grass by the roots on the ground, but did not receive any communication from the plants about anything occurring in the nearest vicinity. As it turned out, the best way to solve the mystery behind who the lost pup was waiting for was simply to ask the Gaiyan herself. Unfortunately, that was particularly difficult to do for the shy dryad that longed to help, but couldn't. A thought occurred to Rayne that caused her to turn her attention back to Luchta, although she was far too shy to ask it in front of Dr. Marrow. I don't know how to help, she communicated to the half-elf through the tree root system, then peered up at him with a pout of her red lips, hoping for guidance on this matter.  


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