☰ shrineless ☰

☰ indie fandomless oc ☰ please read the rules before interacting NAVIGATION ---vibrations of TREMORS that shook long ago, tear h o l e s in the FABRIC of all that we know--- can't survive with the s e c r e t s we have, if ALL that we have is a L I E.

[owlesque]

moonstudentmagus:

Hakuno watched as the man looked at her and gave a laugh, presumably at the fact that she actually came back to seek his aid. Did he not expect her to need his help so soon? It was perhaps a little silly of her…

As he assumed his position, she tried to observe some form or technique as to his scouring the markets looking for the stuffed horse but there was nothing she could notice. Maybe he really did just have a flair for dramatics.

All three of the horses he found did seem like good candidates, but Hakuno needed to think this through logically. If the third one is ‘immobile’, even if only in appearances, it may be too large for the girl to carry. The second sounded like it was especially stuffed, which would make for a very soft toy that the girl could enjoy perhaps. The one dyed in the hues of flowers honestly sounded it’d be cute, at least to Hakuno’s eye….

She gave a thoughtful nod. “Hmm, let’s go with the colorful one? I think it would be cute for the girl.”  She smiled at him. “So do I owe you anything once you’re done, for all you’ve done today? You’ve really been a great help.”

“ A marvelous choice! I shall return with the colored horse, ” Kurowli applauds her decision with a sharp nod, before disappearing once again to grab the desired horse. Frankly, the effort could have easily been left up to his owls--- whom had been tagging along on the treetops; one cheekily perching on a nearby bench as if to keep the girl company--- but the man had promised to do the job himself.

Despite accidentally startling the shopkeeper and not having enough currency on his person to buy the stuffed animal, a secret revealed and a point in the right direction was surprisingly enough to convince them and acquire the item. Smoke erupts with his return as Kurowli ceremonially holds out the pink and white decorated horse for the other. Hopefully the little girl will enjoy it.

“ Owe me? Hmhm... how quaint. Of course not, girl, being benevolent is my duty as a god, ” He casts his gaze elsewhere, seemingly ending the topic swiftly with disinterest. Yet, it takes but a sudden thought to cross his mind, reigniting his enthusiasm, “ ---Though, there IS one thing I desire from you. I have given you what you needed, yet I do not believe we ever introduced ourselves. You must give me your name for I cannot call you ‘girl’ forever. ”

[owlesque]

moonstudentmagus:

Hakuno approached the girl quickly yet calmly, recognizing the Nine Tails the girl held as the bonus item Tamamo had given to her in the past. Putting on her warmest smile, she tried to explain that the trinket was in fact hers, a gift from a dear friend from her homeworld. The girl seemed disappointed to have to give up her new find, but her mother seemed to convince her it was for the better. They appeared to be native Septans, and at least the mother considered it rude to part an offworlder of a reminder of home.

Of course, Hakuno felt bad about leaving the girl with nothing entirely, and offered to buy her a gift from one of the market stalls instead. Of course, the thing the girl requested was something Hakuno had no idea where to find. She turned back to return to the man who had helped her before, as she needed his help again.

“Ah, I need your help again.” A bashful look came over her face. “I promised the girl that I’d buy her something to make up for taking back the Nine Tails-” Now safely stored away in her bag. “-but I have no idea where to find it. Do you know where I could find a stuffed horse doll around here?”

“ A stuffed horse doll? ” There’s a quizzical look on his features after repeating her. Is that what young children liked these days? Strange but it’s possible to see why a small girl would appreciate such gift. He hums, ruminating over the idea for a little longer before shaking it from his thoughts. 

More importantly, he is pleased that she had returned in search for his aid; pleased to serve to those in need. Why the god couldn’t help but give a small laugh.

“ You underestimate me, girl. There is no doubt that I would know— once I scour the markets, that is, ” and once more he assumes position, which wasn’t all necessary to sense the world around them. In fact, it was purely habit at this point with a penchant for dramatics. “ I will now relay the information and tell me which one appeals to you best. I will even retrieve it in turn... ”

A breath is taken, “ ---I see three different horses who have their insides filled. One, colorfully dyed in the hues of flowers; another, large and of earthen brown; the two have gorged themselves with a cloud-like substance to the seams. The third and final one sits on its haunches, immobile for its hide is heavy with miniature beads… ” His gaze falls upon her now, expectant for an answer. 

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dreams-garden:

“Oh… If you insist, Kurowli!” Teera chirped and nodded her feathery head. She didn’t admit it, but the kindness made her smile inwardly… although she still hoped it wasn’t disrespectful! The owl waited for them to steady from the movement, thinking on the question asked.

“The Emerald Dream…” Teera started, “Oh, I could never be something like a god… No no, the strongest dragon in the Dream was Ysera. Maybe she could’ve been called a god.” Weeell… Maybe she forgot she hadn’t mentioned the whole dragon thing before.

“I’ll tell you about the Dream. Will you tell me about your home too? I wanna know…” This little curious owl had to ask!

“ Dragons? ” Had they not just started exploring the city’s vicinity, Kurowli would have paused in step to question her further. Dragons--- the strongest of creatures once known to man, powerful enough to rival a god. The little owl intrigued him ever more... “ How fascinating, I did not think dragons actually exist. This Emerald Dream holds many kinds of powerful creatures then, I assume? ”

Ah, but perhaps he should hold off on his questions to answer her own.

“ You wish to know about my home? Hmhm, very well... ” He clears his throat before beginning, “ I live on the Wayward Mountain, which is named for bearing a disorienting scenery among it’s dark, foggy peaks. Being a god associated with direction too, it is my duty to help guide travelers and villagers safely around the mountain--- ” Although, there were always those whom ignored his signs and guidance, leaving them stranded, eventually to die within the forest. He will never forget them.

“ My shrine is located on the highest peak, I do miss it so. ”

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moonstudentmagus:

“Ah!” Her chase through the market place was brought by an abrupt stop by the man suddenly appearing besides her in a puff of smoke with a booming voice. He really did have a thing for sudden and dramatic appearances, couldn’t he make less of a spectacle about it though?

“Something important to me is missing and potentially lost, and you yourself said I had to move quickly. The girl is as quick as the wind, isn’t she?”  She didn’t know that she was taking him far too literally, though his description did help her. Clothing with flourish of green and deep blues and hair shaped like dumplings…those things weren’t easy to miss she but also not something she’d think to look for otherwise. “Yes, I can find her! Thank you!” And with this, she was off again. She usually wasn’t this hasty, but today was an exception.

“I’m sorry for the trouble, I’ll be right back!” And with this, she ran off after the girl. Hopefully, she’d be able to find her and convince her to give back her Nine Tails with little fuss. She saw a girl that matched the man’s description and approached her, noticing the Nine Tails in her hand…

“ That, I did say, yes... ” he dips his head into a nod, almost sage like. But the next sentence, meant to lecture the girl, gets caught in his throat as a brief look of wonder shines his eyes. Sharp gold stares back; her appreciation setting his soul aflutter with joy, albeit in silence like the beat of an owl’s wing. 

Kurowli watches as she takes off. He saw as she approaches the child, of green and blue with dumpling-like hair, whom had now stood next to a parent to show off their grand find. He felt satisfaction and laughed quietly to himself. How will this scenario unfold? The smaller girl seemed so happy to find a rare item.

“ I shall wait for you to return, ” he speaks, although the other can no longer hear his voice. And, of course, observe from afar should she need his assistance again. 

[owlesque]

moonstudentmagus:

He was probably right, she shouldn’t be so negative. After all, he was doing her a favor, trying to help. At the very least she could have faith in him. She watched as they arrived in the center and he began surveying the surroundings again and then resumes his channeling. Perhaps the position really did matter…?

“R…Right! Let’s go then…!” Hakuno then took off towards the food stalls, hoping to find the girl in question. She…didn’t know if she could catch the other girl, especially if she was as ‘quick as the wind’ as the man said she was but it was worth a shot!

And so she began shoving her way through the market place after the girl in question. She didn’t look back to see if the man was following her or if he just stood there in place…or perhaps returned to his tree? While she’d enjoy the help, she shouldn’t worry on that now.

“ Wait! I did not--- ” His words are cut short as the girl had taken off with vigor. An arm that was outstretched had dropped slowly to his side, eyes narrowing with disbelief as they watched her gain distance. That was not all of what he had seen and his message was not finished, is what he had meant to say. How would she know just WHICH running, spirited youngster, out of the many here, would have her trinket?

The same arm rose once more to pinch the bridge of his nose. No doubt, she was equally spirited as that child. Reckless too, perhaps, but still so. Nevertheless, despite the deep sigh that escaped him, the god moved forward. Surely, she would end up lost or confused, with no clear direction, and Kurowli could not abide with that. Not as an overseer of direction itself--- or so, it would be his sole reason for pursuing the other.

A large puff of smoke comes with his disappearance and reappearance, making like the ninja of old, Kurowli shows up besides Hakuno. 

“ You... ” he begins, voice thick, “ Are you always this... hasty? I begin to worry for you. ” His face relaxes as he leaned it away, “ I don’t wish to keep you while pressed for time, but you forget an important detail, girl. Well, missed, so to speak--- the child wears a flourish of green and deep blues; hair shaped like dumplings. Will you find her? ”

[owlesque]

dreams-garden:

Teera made her joyed chirp with the head pets. She was a particularly friendly bird… dragon… thing. As Kurowli continued, the owl’s eyes grew big. “Wait, you’re a GOD?!” Her world had very powerful beings… but the only ones that could really be considered gods hadn’t had anything to do with Azeroth in ages. She flapped her wings up and added, “O-oh, should I have been more polite…?”

Yet, in a way, she knew how he was feeling. Both of them whisked away from the places they were supposed to be guardians of. “I understand… there’s this place called the Emerald Dream. My flight are protectors of it, but I’m here now… Not that I was ever that great at it.”

Teera’s wings fell to her sides as she shook her feathers all about in attempt to chase off the feeling of incompetence. “Oh, but I’m not that familiar with the city at all. It would be a joy to see it with another, Lord Kurowli Sir!” 

“ P-Please, you don’t have to be so formal. Just Kurowli is fine… ” He dismisses her politeness with the wave of a hand. Between the two, they were considered equals in his eyes--- titles of respect weren’t necessary. 

The pillar of earth he sat upon shattered, the god landing on his two feet, before straightening himself. Of course, he holds the other steady and close for the moment, just in case he upsets her balance with his actions. 

“ While we explore, why don’t you tell me more about this Emerald Dream? Being a protector of it, does that make you something of a god as well? ” Beneath his mask, had it been visible, a smile forms on his lips;  eyes creasing with delight, “ I’m quite curious. ”

[owlesque]

tea orange, raspberry, moss!

Colorful Headcanons | not accepting!

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

Besides owls and the earth, it would have to be humans. Despite having been one in a past life, he enjoys watching particular humans that catch his interest going about their daily activities and behaviours. If they are well liked, he’ll even direct them to lucky discoveries and opportunities. 

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

Although a fan of meaty foods overall, he can’t help but eating a heaping dish of stewed vegetables when the opportunity rises. Every bite is like a warm invitation to a cozy, yet oddly familiar home. The favored dish is found on the outskirts of the base of Wayward Mountain, frequently cooked by the villagers that reside there. It’s something that’s reserved for the occasion when he is able to leave his ground and visit, which is (unfortunately) very rare.

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

When it comes to new lands, such as here in Septaneus, he fairs quite well. His goal boils down to seeing the area for himself and exploring the uncharted to get a better sense of the situation. He is well when he understands the earth he walks on.. 

However, if it was in a new social situation, Kurowli would kind of have a hard time adapting and will be awkward. Doesn’t stop him from trying though! Unless, its a far too embarrassing situation, then he’d prefer to just leave .

[tanakatamer-blog]

@owlesque

It was hard to say no to that face. Specifically the face of a large python called Asparagus whom had to deal with the abandonment of her original owner due to becoming ‘too large’. Pah. Despicable.

Well now Gundham had a large snake wrapped around his arms, while his devas nestled in odd spots like his head and his pockets to scope out the new member. 

And then came another weakness, more animals. This time an owl was trailing behind a stranger (who looked remarkably similar to the other, really. Especially attire wise.) That wouldn’t be all if it weren’t for that powerful aura he got from the stranger. It was exciting really, and he knew he needed to speak to a fellow dark lord almost instantly. As he felt so dull around the mortals. 

“hehe.” He chucked, though finding himself at a loss for words. Why did he have to be so bad socially? It only took a second for Gundham to force more words out however. 

“I have noticed many dark lords of great power reside in this town and it seems as if another has appeared. Despite the oddities that this town posses, our paths has indeed crossed for a reason! Pray tell, what name have you assumed?”

[owlesque]

“ Dark lord? ” Kurowli questions, a bit startled at the bizarre assumption and approach.

He, a dark lord? Hardly. That title would have best fitting among those corrupted with power and embraces the evil essence--- although he supposes, his dark attire would give off such an impression. And, frankly, now that he thinks about it... the name does sound kind of cool.

A light chuckle passes his lips as he humors the other, “ Hmhm, so you have... I am Kurowli, god of the Wayward Mountain! And you, fellow... dark lord? ”  

The god takes a moment to observe the other, “ Could it be, you are the rumored Lord of Beasts...? ”

[owlesque]

malachite + chartreuse !

Colorful Headcanons | accepting!

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

Failing to protect the village and villagers. It’s part of his job and he feels responsible for it, so being unable to do that much really hurts! 

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

Hm, probably unsurprising, but I would have to say... a midnight blue. While this shade can seem unapproachable, cold and uncaring, it still exudes a sense of calm and trust. Blue also holds the meaning of loyalty and friendliness, while still communicating melancholy and qualities of timidity--- which I believe best describes him.

[owlesque]

burnt umber

Colorful Headcanons | accepting!

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

He is quite stable in both aspects, albeit more so emotional than mental. He has a good control over his emotions, able to allow himself to freely indulge and experience them, yet restrain them when the situation calls for it. Mental stability, on the other hand, lies a bar beneath emotional solely due to the strings attached that come with godhood.

Like all the others too, the phase and process of ‘once a human, now a god’ had left a permanent, mental mark and continues to do so. The possible traumas that follow are numerable, but are ill-favored and not so uncommon as well. The scars on his body, that constantly remind him of his previous death, and the clawing struggle to remain in the hearts/thoughts of current humans is straining.

Kurowli tries to work around it by hiding his imperfections, scars and such; keeping an optimistic and flexible mindset.

[owlesque]

starheeled:

The screech of the owls was Luminiţa’s first warning that something was awry; they moved too silently, as owls always did, for her to hear them coming. On instinct, she raised an arm over her head to protect Amadeo, as conscious as ever of his vulnerable state. Turning sharply, she nearly hissed at the stranger. Oh, so nearly, but the voice calling them back stopped her.

This was not an attack; just an unfortunate accident. Calming, Luminiţa let her arm fall back to her side. “Your birds are-” Don’t call them dreadful, Lumi. “They’re excitable. We aren’t injured, thank you. I think he may be terribly frightened though.” There was, perhaps, a slight rebuke in her tone; unusual rudeness for her, but one she could justify. 

“ Oh yes, quite, ” He notes as the very two moved onto his shoulders now, one on each side. Whether or not that was a compliment, he’ll take it as one. Even now, in their silent language, the owls chattered among themselves--- they’re too excitable, Kurowli can only agree with the other. However---

“ I... do not usually speak with reptiles nor understand them, but please, I assure that we do not mean harm to you or your friend. ” There’s a beat, before he extends a hand, “ Should I introduce myself to better your trust? I am Kurowli. ”

[owlesque]

colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[owlesque]

moonstudentmagus:

Hakuno stood and watched as the man closed his eyes and seemed to focus. With each passing moment, her expression grew heavier with concern as to if the man could actually just glimpse the location. She didn’t doubt such an ability was possible, but his stammering didn’t seem to elicite feelings of hope.

She sighed. “If you insist that will help. Let’s go then”. She started towards the center of the open market and looked back to see if the man was following. He wasn’t trying to pull some kind of trick on her, was he? He was the one who suggested he help after he jumped at her and acted rude.

“…Please don’t be too long. I don’t want it to be lost forever.” Her voice had something of a glum air to it, it seemed she didn’t have faith in his abilities so far…

“ Your negativity is not helping... ” Kurowli denotes, following in the footsteps of the other. Without water, a well is dry and serves no purpose; likewise, a god without any faith from people practically renders them useless--- this god felt a little dejected at her tone. Just a little.

Now moving in towards the center, he scrutinizes their surroundings, golden eyes slowly taking in every detail. Nooks, crannies and the general layout was committed to memory so to better his abilities. He will find the lost trinket-- he must, at least to uphold his claims of reliability and ego. 

Once satisfied, Kurowli takes position again, dowsing the market place with extra determination and focus. Like before, channeling the earth’s information in the form of a vision, his ‘sights’ wades throughout the minute area until... 

--- !!

“ It appears that someone has your fox tails, over yonder--- ” He says, pointing towards a group of distant food stalls, “ a young girl, she has it in her hands. However, you must hurry... she moves as quick as the wind, even as we speak. ”

[owlesque]

i’ll be getting to threads i owe very soon ! life has been kicking me around even when i’m on the floor, sobbing and begging for it to stop. sorry for the delays !

[owlesque]

dreams-garden:

The owl listened and nodded at the questions. “I’m Teera! It’s nice to meet you, friend!” She gave a happy birdy chirp, if she was called friend, he would be called friend too! “I’m from a world called Azeroth. It… well, it’s kind of a mess, but it was still home…”

She looked concerned for the moment, knowing her crew would be worried at her disappearance. Not to mention, what could go on and she wouldn’t know about it now…

Teera uttered a sad whistle, eyeing her new friend. “It happened to you too, huh? I went to sleep one time, and then I woke up here… Oh, what’s your name?”

“ A pleasure to meet you as well, Teera. ” Raising a hand, he pets the top of her head softly. Azeroth? It wasn’t a world or place he’s ever heard of. It can’t be denied that his interests are piqued about it now.

“ I am Kurowli, god of the Wayward Mountain. Though I suppose no more... ” He couldn’t be a ‘god’ with no land or people to bless. “ I believe that has happened to everyone here. Well... mostly everyone. ” There were some locals, after all, that had a unique influence in Septaneus; proficient in the arcane... or so he understood. “ How familiar are you with the city? I am wondering if you would like to accompany me in some sight seeing. ”

[owlesque]

moonstudentmagus:

He was….really eccentric, wasn’t he? He went from sharp tongued accusations to loud boisterous boasts at a drop of a hat. How…how did Hakuno keep running into such people? Not that she was complaining, he seemed willing to help and all…

“It’s a good luck charm harvested fro-I mean given by a close friend of mine, modeled after, well, her tails. They look like nine interlocked fox tails.“ You’d think that an artifact created from/by a kitsune would also be a powerful magical tool, but Hakuno had never found any such use for it and Tamamo had told her to not worry about figuring out a ‘bonus item’.

“I dropped it somewhere here in the open market and now I can’t find it. Can you use your ‘connection to the earth’ to at least point me in the right direction?”

“ Fear not, I will guide you to your lost belonging, ” he says, now closing his eyes to focus. With said connection to the earth, foresight was granted and waded through what the land revealed. Behind stalls, inside bags, pockets, people and even in the open space, it was all fine combed through in search--- brows furrowing and his nose creases with the extensive struggle in finding the fox-tailed item. 

And then a ‘wall’ is hit; impassable. Crap.

“ Er... uh... ” Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, a heat rushing to his cheeks. Now this was certainly an embarrassment... The marketplace was far too large, abound with spots that were undiscovered and unknown to the mountain god; his vision couldn’t possibly go past them. 

“ Say... p-perhaps, we should move further into the heart of the market? I can get a better view then--- your trinket is not in this area for certain. ” Excuses.

[owlesque]

dreams-garden:

The resting pale white owl opened her eyes, surprised to see someone trying to talk to her in bird form. Yet, despite that oddness, this person seemed very friendly! Really, she hadn’t had much conversation since she’d appeared in this strange city… It was good to see someone wanting to talk.

Teera chirped happily, hopping onto the man’s hand and fluttering her wings a few times. “Hi there!” she answered, completely forgetting about the fact most people would probably be freaked out a bird spoke to them. “I was taking a nap! But it’s not a problem. There’s lots of time for sleeping.”

The owl looked down for a moment… wait, had the ground always been like that? It was totally normal, right?

“Are you taking a walk or something? I don’t know too much about this place… Or how I got here either!”

Her voice does not surprise him as he’s heard the thoughts and voices of owls time and time again. Rather, he’s delighted she had chosen to speak to him and find comfort in his hand. Lowering himself now, he takes seating upon the earthen platform, legs crossed. A more comfortable position for the two to talk.

“ I was, yes. Though I suppose we are in the same situation. I don't know either... ”

A rather pensive expression comes across his features as he recalls his last moments on Wayward Mountain. The lost village had just attained peace and security, thanks to the efforts of a red-haired woman and he was watching them celebrate from the rooftop of a house. What had happened then?

Kurowli shakes his head and the thoughts away, finally turning back to the white owl; asking her a question ( or, questions ) of his own, “ Where did you originally come from, friend? ” He stops and chuckles, “ but of course... before that, what is your name? ”