[ 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. ]
[ 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.
"To live is to give life meaning, yet one must take others' lives to survive... in that way, life is death, itself..."
Do you think... Where it might have went wrong... was when they all stopped looking what they consumed in the eye?
I'd be different. If I hadn't had to watch the lot of it all, living. My Master would even say... his goal was for Terra's people to never have to even consider that cycle.
No... We're the opposite. Looking a thing in the eyes as you tear its throat out in your teeth is the appeal. Just like we're looking to do with the beast we're hunting now.
There used to be other zmeu subspecies... different clans, different cultures. But just like we see in every other sort of evolution, the population that's the most competitive in its environment is the one that succeeds. In our case, it was the population that was the most ruthless, the most greedy, and the one that most rejoiced in carnage and domination.
We consumed the other zmei. We consumed all our ancestral livestock. We consumed the rest of the world until the whole ecosystem collapsed, and then we consumed each other.
It's only by tempering our natures in the face of oblivion that we survived, but that desire to conquer and rend is still baked into who we are. And when it can't be expressed outwardly, it manifests in our society and culture and our social dynamics.
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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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Date: 2024-08-24 03:03 am (UTC)Do you think...
Where it might have went wrong... was when they all stopped looking what they consumed in the eye?
I'd be different. If I hadn't had to watch the lot of it all, living.
My Master would even say... his goal was for Terra's people to never have to even consider that cycle.
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Date: 2024-08-24 03:41 am (UTC)There used to be other zmeu subspecies... different clans, different cultures. But just like we see in every other sort of evolution, the population that's the most competitive in its environment is the one that succeeds. In our case, it was the population that was the most ruthless, the most greedy, and the one that most rejoiced in carnage and domination.
We consumed the other zmei. We consumed all our ancestral livestock. We consumed the rest of the world until the whole ecosystem collapsed, and then we consumed each other.
It's only by tempering our natures in the face of oblivion that we survived, but that desire to conquer and rend is still baked into who we are. And when it can't be expressed outwardly, it manifests in our society and culture and our social dynamics.