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@dovesung-melody
"That's true.. Maybe a lil' kindness will do lil' miss Mary some good. Ain't no one better at bein' kind than lil' miss Dove and her flowers 'o love!...." pauses briefly, "Hmmm, that is a mysterious flower there.. But golly, do you know where they grow? I could use one of 'em..."
"erm..... They're.... .... Special. You can't have one sadly."
"Huh, I wonder why that is... Animals are sensitive to changes and all, but you'd think birds would relax after the big scary whatchamacallit-beast parted." (；￢＿￢) *Think, think...* "Oho, oh right, the lamb itself is pretty docile and trusting... but Mary, oooo. I remember one time I just looked at the lil' thing and she said something like, try anyfin' funny and she'll give me something to really laugh about... and I don't think she meant I'd laugh at all!" Pouts, lifting nose into the air with a huff. ".. ...Shame too, the lamb was so cute. Ya ever rub a lil' lambs wool? It's so fluffy, takes all the worries away... *Ahem!* Anyway! Guess we oughta watch Pitch for a bit, if he ain't calm down... maybe try changing his diet."
"I've got a lot of sources on bird care so I'll be fine to take care of them. Mary is nice but very scary. I hear rumors about her but it's not polite to gossip!"
"Pitch, no! ... D'aw, that sounds so risky! Birdie bones are so soft n squishy!" Worried face. (・へ・""") "Nyehehe... Glad ya gott 'em out safely though! Maybe Pitch is in that thar rebellious phase. Ain't ever heard of birds being in that phase, but, who knows what they'll evolve like after bein' with humans so long." Chuckles, folding both hands into particularly long sleeves. "Or maybe Pitch just wants your attention. I remember hearin' something about birds being social creatures and, I think there ain't much animal friends for the poor thing to make 'sides that one lil' lamb..." (Gloriously, hope you're well too!)
"That is very true but pitch is territorial about other birds. Ever since the lutebeast left town they've been a bit more aggressive around other doves so he's fine with just me around, I'm sure. A-And mary is kinda scary when people get close to her lamb so I don't want Pitch near them admittedly..."
"Lookin' forward ta it!" ᕦ(ò_óˇ) "... Hoh... This is pleasant. Ain't been here in awhile myself, lil' miss. You an' lil miss Pitch been doin' good? Staying outta trouble?"
"I haven't seen you in quite a while, either! Pitch is doing good, getting into more trouble than usual. Just yesterday he got stuck in a cardboard tube!"
"ALRIGHTY THEN, lil' miss! Sign me right up!" sparkly anon face. "Sounds like a relaxing time ta be honest. Much moreso than dungeon delvin' in that ole crypt. Them lessons are in the morning right? I'll get up before even the sun rises!"
"Yep! I'll sign you in at 9:30." :)
"I done heard the lil missy Dove has gone and become a yoga fitness instructor! What are your prices? I could stand to get some of that... err, spiritual enlightenment, as ya'll call it."
"The first session is free and if you want a more in-depth assessment of you strong and weak points we can discuss that before any sort of pay gets talked about"
hi fandom
I have a headcanon that diamond is a lot like Choral and was an echo that didn't quite work out and becane friendly. They learn how to talk slowly, but Diamond was Conductor's son who vanished. So to see him there is more than she has words for.
"A forest grows here. One that has grown for hundreds of years, with trees so tall in some cases that they seem to touch the sky."
"In this forest, deep at the heart, there rests a little village carved out by human. They've built home on this forest soil and they build their home from its trees."
"Legend has it this forest was grown by a single great spirit that has long since gone to make other forests like it. Depictions vary from person to person. Some say it was a elderly man, others say a young woman did it, and some even claim it was a beast of Yore, the dragon."
"They're all right, but also wrong." An older gentleman says with a smile, sitting and resting against an old, mossy tree.
Cadence couldn't help but ask "how so?"
"The being that watched this forest was a shape shifter." He replies. "One that guarded this forest long before even your great grandma."
"And how do you know this, then?" Cadence asked, glancing at the stranger.
"That's for me to know." The stranger stands. A big hat and an old trench coat, boots, gloves, and a dusty scarf all obscure most of the man. "That shape shifter left this forest in the hands of her kin, but I feel that will cause humans to flee from here. There's a storm brewing."
"Who are you?" Cadence stood.
The man chuckles. "Just an old traveler. I can't stay long, but I'm glad someone's still interested in an old man's tall tales." And he walked off into the forest. Cadence tried to follow but merely ended up at her village.
She lets out an annoyed sigh as she trudges home with the setting sun, dragging her feet inside and looking disgruntled.
Melody just figured her daughter was in a bad mood, but Dorian was the first to actually say anything when they all sat, eating dinner together in silence. "Cadence," He starts, breaking the quiet sounds of silverware against stone dishes. "is something bothering you?"
She glances up at him, from the food she's barely touched and spent more time picking at, only to return her gaze to the food. "Yeah, kinda..." She half mumbles before sitting upright instead of being slouched over as she was prior. "I met an old traveler today and he started telling me this story about the forest around the village before finishing it off with some vauge warning. I tried to follow him when he left but I ended up in the village by Uncle Eli's back yard."
Dorian was about to say something, but Melody spoke first. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was sone trick of the crypt that got loose. Ever since the lute was destroyed, people have been saying they've seen that old guy hanging around in the woods. It's also possible he's just off his rocker and wandering."
With that, the conversation died out into Quiet again.
"I'm not hungry." Cadence said after a few more minutes of quiet. Out of her chair and ustairs she went.
That night she couldn't shake that feeling. The feeling of something being amiss. Something bad would happen. It kept her up to midnight before she eventually fell asleep, resting against her windowsill.
Little shoots from vines started to sneak up through the trees and the bushes, weeds, and earth. It was in the village too. Just overnight, the town had thickly rooted vines sprawling in it, all from one general direction.
The vines were growing into people's homes and Cadende would find herself waking up in her Uncle's arms as her father lept out of the thorned-vine filling home with Melody. The home was being torn apart.
The whole village was tearing apart.
On each and every vine grew a purple flower. Clematis, by the look of it. No wonder they spawled everwhere so easily.
"There has to be a source. We should find and destroy it." Eli suggests, already having noted the way the vines grew from a sort of core.
Cadence and her parents were all in agreement.
A long travel through vines that threatened to overgrow and tangle them, but with the slash if a sword or the blast of a small bomb, the vines parted. After hours, they arrived at the source. In the middle if the forest, there lied a clearing where sun escaped to the soil below and in that spot sat a person with two long branches growing from their head with vines growing out of her hair in big clusters. She's sitting, clurled up, with her eyes gone completely sea green.
Cadence knew them.
"Dove? Dove, what happened? What's gotten into you-"
Dove only curled up further as more vines sprouted from her head and arms. Her clothes were ruined, easily, from all the vines. All her response was, was some mumbling that she wanted no more.
No more bad memories, no more anxiety, and no more people.
Cadence dared to approach despite the vines. "Dove you have to snap out of it-" A vine wraps around Cadence's leg, tripping her. She tried to get up only to be further tangled. The plants were cutting into her as they squeeze her arms, leg, and around her waist. "Dove, people's homes are being destroyed!" but the vines only grew tighter and speaking became an issue. No one could reach her due to the quick growing vines. One choked sentence escaped her.
"You're hurting me, Dove..."
The vines suddenly slacked and Cadence got a deep breath before coughing. The plants no longer grew as their source was no longer feeding them. Dove's eyes returned to normal but the branches remained on her. "Oh no--Nonono-- I'm sorry--I-" She stammers before she starts to tug on those vines stemming from her. They start to give her room to move without actually breaking.
"I hurt you--" Dove quickly comes over to Cadence, holding her just long enough to heal her before a longsword cut across Dove's chest. Not enough to kill, but enough to scare her back far from Cadende as Melody appeoached, dropping the sword and scooping Cadence into a hug.
Dove struggled to fight off her nature, but managed, simply snapping what vines had not retracted before escaping deeper into the woods and away from the village.
That gash hurt in more ways than physical.
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Consider Cadence but with the Stripe tm from aria and melody.
very quick drawing of nocturna
*Drops a baby lute into your enclosure for enrichment*
this isn’t a pumpkin stuffed with ground meat.
this is a man.
I haven't drawn much for this blog but take them.
The time had arrived just this evening. Melody had her child, but here she remained at night, holding it against her and questioning everything up to this point. All the bizarre things to think on. Dying and being brough back, the crypt, her long dead mother rising up from the grave and destroying the lute, the timelines crosding it whatever caused other versions of her reality to appear, everything. She was just looking forwards to a quiet, peaceful life after everything. But here she was...
The baby in her arms was a lutebeast.
*hands u a dragran* she arrive to check on other verse daughter [transmuted-rp]
@transmuted-rp )
Melody has a new outfit on, one that's a nice light blue colour. Her other outfit didn't exactly fit very well anymore. Despite her arms having purple patches trailing up them, she seems in good spirits. "It's good to see you again, Dragran." She'd greet after Aria knocked on the door and she answered. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
She figured it’d be nice to drop by here again,since the last visit was...sort of interesting. Aria rubs her arm a little awkwardly as Melody opened the door.
“Y-yea...good to see y-you too...nice,uh...o-outfit.” She definitely noticed the purple patches,and it worried her greatly...though she decided to just hold off on asking till they’re a bit more settled inside.
"Thank you. Feel free to come in and make yourself at home." She moves aside to let Dragran in. It was a touch messy inside but otherwise clean
*hands u a dragran* she arrive to check on other verse daughter [transmuted-rp]
@transmuted-rp )
Melody has a new outfit on, one that's a nice light blue colour. Her other outfit didn't exactly fit very well anymore. Despite her arms having purple patches trailing up them, she seems in good spirits. "It's good to see you again, Dragran." She'd greet after Aria knocked on the door and she answered. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
