#locaa

[girlsexigalctica]

No temas ser quien eres, a alguien le vas a encantar así.⭐«c.e.g.p»

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#locaa #a #m #i #s #t #a #d #incondicional 😁😍😘❤❤💕💓

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Land of Clouds and Ashes

((so I adore writing scenery and I’ve written a lot of Lands like the ones in Homestuck, so I’ve decided I’ll post some.))

    When you land, your feet send a heavy cloud of dust flying, sent away with the whispering wind. The earth beneath you feels unsteady, as if you’re sinking into it.

    You kneel to inspect the ground, your hands slipping into the soft soil... but it isn’t soil. No, it’s... ashes.

    When you stand, you kick your feet experimentally, and a second plume rises into the sky.

    The scent of smoke and ashes drifted through the air.

    You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you landed on LOCAA, but this certainly wasn’t it. The world sat before you, flat as a plate, cut only by rivers. The sky above was white with clouds, but the planet itself was rather dark, save for the small bunches of snowy clouds drifting close to the ground.

    The ashes you walk upon are shades of black and gray, crushed underneath your feet. You can see smudges of dark ash smearing across your shoes, and you grimace in displeasure.

    The level ground you tread across is dotted with a few trees, which soar into the cloudy sky. The branches you can see are blue, and covered with violet leaves. Fruit hangs from each azure branch. The fruit itself is large, and shaped like a perfect square, each of the six sides a different shade of gold.

    When you jump to pick one, it feels sleek in your hands, and the golden sides shine glossily. It smells nice, like cinnamon and honey. You carefully bite off a corner, but spit it out instantly. The square of fruit is incredibly sour. It burned against your mouth and tongue, and you drop the fruit onto the ground. The ashes below welcome it, almost immediately turning the golden sides to grey.

    You trek on. A few clouds bump into you, surprisingly solid, but you push them away.

    A stream winds in front of you, and you approach to investigate. Before you landed, you could see the fiery rivers slicing through the ground of ash, winding this way and that. The water is burning red, like flames.

    The river very much so looks like fire, with licks of orange, yellow, and green swirling inside the rage of red, almost resembling an ember.

    You cautiously tear off part of your shirtsleeve, and drop it into the river. The piece of fabric immediately catches on fire, and disintegrates into ashes. The ashes float on the wind and soon join the other cinders on the ground.

    It’s a peaceful little planet, you decide. It may be quiet, with the only sounds the rushing and sizzling of the flame rivers, and the gentle whish of the wind through the leaves of the few trees, but it was peaceful.

    A sudden splash tears your head away from the grayish scenery. Your eyes fall on the river near you, where a small pink creature is currently crawling.

    Its face is covered with soft pink fluff, and its sleek underbelly is a lighter, rosy color. Each paw ends in little red claws. The creature is dripping wet, which looks odd, since the droplets are made of fire.

    You can hardly believe it. LOCAA’s consorts are otters.

    A second otter pops its pink head out of a hole in the ash. The one closest to you sits back on its hind legs and cocks its head.

    “Squeep.” it chirps, and then proceeds to dive back in the river, causing flames to rear upwards. The otter takes a deep gulp of fire and swallows, baring its teeth like a smile.

    The second otter squeeps as well and runs over to join his friend in the river.

    You chuckle. You didn’t expect a land like this to have such adorable little consorts!

    Which, you suppose, is a stupid thought. You’ve been to plenty of dark, grim lands with cheerful consorts. You recall LOGAW, and scowl.

    A puff of ash brings you back to reality, and you look around LOCAA again. Another consort jumps onto a cloud, wrapping itself up as if preparing to go to sleep.

    Despite the odd, drifting, low-to-the-ground clouds, the ashy earth, the weird fruit trees, and the overall dark demeanor of the place, you sort of like it.

    You stand up, looking around. The land is flat for as far as the eye can see, just a wide plateau of nothing. No mountains, no hills, no valleys, no canyons. Just flat.

    Except for the volcano.

    It seems to be the tallest thing on the whole planet, although, it didn’t have much to beat. Clouds drifted around the volcano’s base, the rest disappearing into the clouded sky. Dribbles of lava trickle down the sloping mount, and you could practically hear the sizzle as it seeps into the piles of ashes surrounding the volcano.

    As you get closer, you can see several curving trees growing out from the base of the volcano, their blue branches devoid of any purple leaves and golden fruit. Tiny scarlet flowers bloom in the volcano’s cracked surface.

    The thriving life around this volcano seem to feed off of the lava.

    The lava slides off the volcano, pooling into one of the many ponds located around the base. The ponds then branch out into streams, which widen and stretch far in several different directions, forming the winding rivers made of fire.

    A few pink consorts dive and play in the lava pools. Others rest on the ash-covered shores. The lava doesn’t seem to bother them. It doesn’t even scorch their fur.

    One of the otters bounces up to you. You pick it up. It’s soft, and warm. The thing practically radiates heat, which you understand, given its home.

    You examine LOCAA again, stroking the consort. It’s an odd land, you give it that, but not nearly as odd as some you’ve seen. Though it may not be as beautiful as LOSAC, or as sweet-smelling as LOHAT, or even as sweet-sounding as LOIAS, it’s still peaceful. If you had the time, maybe you’d return someday.

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haha i have teaser lands. don’t worry I’ll post those soon.

soon.

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