[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
So, tell me: how would you like to do this? When I go hunting, I generally cheat by using magic to make it as easy as possible, but I suspect that defeats the purpose in this instance.
What's the shape of this adventure, in your heart of hearts?
[ oh now his back-and-forth is, just, like, excited pacing. pre-walkies anticipation. ]
I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell! And I think I know where to find one. There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!
I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.
Edited (im done now i promise) Date: 2024-08-21 03:16 am (UTC)
[She trots off after him, but almost immediately realizes what bullshit it is that he's so much bigger than she is in this form, too, and that his stupid long legs give him a faster gait that she has to work to keep up with.]
[By the next time he looks back at her, she's upshifted into her new black and gold be-wingéd body. Which is bigger, but STILL not as big as he is. The fuck.]
he meant to do that. it's not a slip in decorum if he can make it look 100% intentional. IT'S FINE. IT'S...
it's genuinely fine. he thought this would be fun and it turns out it is, even if they're still just loping over dewy grass, angling southwest. They should be reaching the river soon... ]
[We are just two happy little monsters roaming around in the dead of night with murder in our hearts. What's there to judge about taking a minute to enjoy life while you've got it?]
[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]
[ Angie's still in the 'figuring out what all this abruptly stronger sensory information MEANS' stage with scents, so he watches her snuffle, a bit mystified, before taking the opportunity to dip his muzzle in the running water. Some of that red around his mouth wasn't just his wolf form's natural pattern.
[ snurfs. tentatively, at first, then more interested. ]
Oh! So that's what THAT one is...
[ he drifts lower to the ground, still sniffing... takes a few steps in the right direction, but he also looks like he's already getting distracted. there's just.... so much information that's completely new to his perception.... ]
[ there's just so very many.... moments, of life in time, piled on over each other.
he dutifully chases after what she points out, mulling over each until he murmurs, ] Yes, I think, so, I think I can tell what that is...
[ he seems pretty into it.
excited zoomies to go destroy something for fun temporarily put on a hold for him to have a quasi-religious experience about how even the Pasture, as utterly fucking jacked up a place it is, has that same unfathomably amounts of chains with link after link after link after link that he had once felt streaming through his overloaded perception as he cleaved his way to their one and only source--
huh. when did he lay down and start rolling around in the grass.
he has definitely been doing that. he's paused mid-roll, snout turned to the stars. ]
[She's not feeling physically up to rolling right now, but she is laying in the grass nearby, seemingly just as happy.]
[While they're keeping themselves busy with their own lives and stresses and dramas, the rest of the world is having its own at endless different scales. The plants of the forest compete for light and tangle themselves in mycorrhizal networks. Termites carve their complex dwellings under a crust of bark and rearrange their brood. Partridges fatten themselves up on autumn seeds in preparation for the long (short??) winter ahead. Everyone has come up with their own ingenious little ways of living. And their living is changing and affecting each other in ways that may not necessarily perceived, but are felt by everyone just the same.]
[What a beautiful thing it is to be alive in this moment, at the same time and place as all these other strange and complicated little lives. What a beautiful thing to learn the smells of the world and roll in the green grass under a clear, starry sky.]
[What a vast and welcoming world, full of mysteries and infinite things to discover.]
[ doesn't feel as bad, anymore. thinking about it. it still hurts. but not as sharp. not as terrifying.
and the parts he always loved, they're not any stronger, per se. but it feels brighter, lessened those pains. ]
I didn't mind. Being brought here, and asked to better a world. It wasn't just because it was better than where I was. All I could understand of it was the emptiness and the peoples' stasis...
But I should have looked closer... Just like the desert, it was never really empty, after all.
[She's silent for a while, mulling that over while staring at constellations she doesn't have names for.]
We ruined our own world, once.
I spent my most joyful days in another, more lush world, studying creatures so fantastic it was hard to believe they were even real. I liked to imagine it's what our own world was like, before it died.
Here... it feels like both the living world and the dying one, separated by a wall of fog.
I wonder if our ancestors found themselves at a crossroads like this one. I wonder if they tried to make a difference, too.
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Date: 2024-08-21 02:45 am (UTC)Where were you?
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Date: 2024-08-21 02:51 am (UTC)The lakeside. I like looking at the moons on the water... almost hypnotic, if you gaze long enough.
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Date: 2024-08-21 02:56 am (UTC)[She has also been doing a lot of that lately.]
So, tell me: how would you like to do this? When I go hunting, I generally cheat by using magic to make it as easy as possible, but I suspect that defeats the purpose in this instance.
What's the shape of this adventure, in your heart of hearts?
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Date: 2024-08-21 03:15 am (UTC)I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell!
And I think I know where to find one.
There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!
I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.
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Date: 2024-08-21 03:27 am (UTC)Lead the way.
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Date: 2024-08-21 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-21 04:07 am (UTC)[By the next time he looks back at her, she's upshifted into her new black and gold be-wingéd body. Which is bigger, but STILL not as big as he is. The fuck.]
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Date: 2024-08-21 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-08-21 07:16 pm (UTC)he meant to do that. it's not a slip in decorum if he can make it look 100% intentional. IT'S FINE. IT'S...
it's genuinely fine. he thought this would be fun and it turns out it is, even if they're still just loping over dewy grass, angling southwest. They should be reaching the river soon... ]
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Date: 2024-08-21 07:34 pm (UTC)[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]
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Date: 2024-08-21 11:44 pm (UTC)...lifts his head up. shake-a shake-a! ]
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Date: 2024-08-21 11:53 pm (UTC)How did you take down the last thing you caught? Magic or nah?
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Date: 2024-08-22 12:50 am (UTC)Magic.
...Some chasing.
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Date: 2024-08-22 02:23 am (UTC)[sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffff]
Oh, I think I found something. I'm not sure if this is the one you were looking for, though.
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Date: 2024-08-22 02:55 am (UTC)Which direction is it off towards? I'll be able to tell you based on that.
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Date: 2024-08-22 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-22 03:05 am (UTC)Can you smell it?
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Date: 2024-08-22 03:18 am (UTC)Oh! So that's what THAT one is...
[ he drifts lower to the ground, still sniffing...
takes a few steps in the right direction, but he also looks like he's already getting distracted. there's just.... so much information that's completely new to his perception.... ]
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Date: 2024-08-22 03:26 am (UTC)[She just walks along beside him, smelling roughly the same things, pointing out interesting scents worth learning to recognize.]
This one over here is an ant trail. Sometimes you can find something interesting at the end.
And this flattened patch of grass is where a deer slept.
This is where a rabbit groomed itself. Can you smell its fur, and the clover on its breath as it licked?
[the world is full of LIVING THINGS!!!!!!!!!]
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Date: 2024-08-22 04:09 am (UTC)he dutifully chases after what she points out, mulling over each until he murmurs, ] Yes, I think, so, I think I can tell what that is...
[ he seems pretty into it.
excited zoomies to go destroy something for fun temporarily put on a hold for him to have a quasi-religious experience about how even the Pasture, as utterly fucking jacked up a place it is, has that same unfathomably amounts of chains with link after link after link after link that he had once felt streaming through his overloaded perception as he cleaved his way to their one and only source--
huh.
when did he lay down and start rolling around in the grass.
he has definitely been doing that. he's paused mid-roll, snout turned to the stars. ]
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Date: 2024-08-22 05:55 am (UTC)[While they're keeping themselves busy with their own lives and stresses and dramas, the rest of the world is having its own at endless different scales. The plants of the forest compete for light and tangle themselves in mycorrhizal networks. Termites carve their complex dwellings under a crust of bark and rearrange their brood. Partridges fatten themselves up on autumn seeds in preparation for the long (short??) winter ahead. Everyone has come up with their own ingenious little ways of living. And their living is changing and affecting each other in ways that may not necessarily perceived, but are felt by everyone just the same.]
[What a beautiful thing it is to be alive in this moment, at the same time and place as all these other strange and complicated little lives. What a beautiful thing to learn the smells of the world and roll in the green grass under a clear, starry sky.]
[What a vast and welcoming world, full of mysteries and infinite things to discover.]
Isn't the world beautiful?
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Date: 2024-08-22 06:33 am (UTC)2/2
Date: 2024-08-22 06:49 am (UTC)[ ... ]
[ doesn't feel as bad, anymore. thinking about it.
it still hurts. but not as sharp. not as terrifying.
and the parts he always loved,
they're not any stronger, per se.
but it feels brighter, lessened those pains. ]
I didn't mind. Being brought here, and asked to better a world.
It wasn't just because it was better than where I was. All I could understand of it was the emptiness and the peoples' stasis...
But I should have looked closer...
Just like the desert, it was never really empty, after all.
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Date: 2024-08-22 08:36 pm (UTC)We ruined our own world, once.
I spent my most joyful days in another, more lush world, studying creatures so fantastic it was hard to believe they were even real. I liked to imagine it's what our own world was like, before it died.
Here... it feels like both the living world and the dying one, separated by a wall of fog.
I wonder if our ancestors found themselves at a crossroads like this one. I wonder if they tried to make a difference, too.
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