#mother's posts

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Rest in the arms of my Keeper

The haze of the shadow world had obscured all proper vision and all that she saw was a haze to her eyes in values of white to black. She hadn't moved from her bed, but her vision continually shifted as she saw clips of what her master saw, and of a world far, far away from her.

Seraphina was curled against the wood of her tree, digging her fingers into the warm interior. She whimpered and cried out, Mother Nature wept in pain and suffering as shadow and vile things consumed her.

A great shadow fell across the room, coming from the window there was a large presence that seemed to eclipse everything it touched. And yet it was not a shadow that was terrifying and to the shadow realm she saw into. It was endless, a void, and utterly expansive.

It's presence soothed, stilling the torment in her heart. There was a figure, shrouded in a cloak of this void, their entire appearance as what they brought with them. Even with out words she uncurled and shifted toward it, as if gravity pulled her into an embrace. The figure stood before her, words soft, the calling of a name, her name, a command but not cruel. She looked upon it with eyes that were eclipsed by a clouded mist, opalescent and diseased.

"Seraphina."

"Look at me."

There was a gentle guidance as she tilted her head up towards the voice, the touch form the void sent a sensation through her body like an awakening, a shock, a new breath. The girl very much wished to cling to it, for there was a feeling of safety and haven.

The void moved close to her, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle embrace. It deepened and she felt safe, she leaned in with a sigh.

With the exhale of peace came the inhale of great, tearing pain. And she froze, wanting to move and flee from the feeling of being torn apart. Her mind cried, shrieked in agony and begged for mercy as the depths of her being were infiltrated and pulled apart. It was as if the earth was shifting and tree's were uprooted, the pain... was... utter agony.

Bit by bit her fight and energy drained as pieces of her being were pulled from her, a shadow deep rooted removed. Her insides felt raw and enflamed, and it reached not only into her physical being, but her mind as well.

As she went entirely limp the last drain on her being snapped, threads unfurled and she began to unravel as she fell into an unconsciousness that was not even counted as sleep or a coma, but a state of being.

Everything dangled by so thin a thread, and then when it snapped balanced on a very sharp and narrow edge of a blade.

But it caught her, caught and held, digging into the feet and refusing to let go no matter what happened.

Earth would not see it's efforts forfeit, not yet. Oh no indeed what had been started so long ago could not escape from the body it was entombed in, and so back into a cage was her spirit put. Tied down, secured, unreleased.

When it was that she awoke a haze would be over her, heavy and thick but her own vision. She would curl against the body that held her, the familiar presence nestling into her awareness.

Softly tears would slip down her ivory cheeks, pale, but their color returning.

She was not alone, she had not been abandoned to the shadow. She was safe, and he had saved her.

She wasn't alone.

She was not alone.

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She sits by the waterfall with her glowing little star in her arms. He sleeps, content and lulled by the sound of churning water. Seraphina watches it toss and froth, letting the sound and scene wash away a bitterness.

Let it go and let it be. Move on and don't get weighed down.

The little one in her arms was just as much taking care of her as she took care of him. The word savior was too strong but he his presence gave her some one to take care of, support, nourish. Which meant she had to be nourishing, she had to be supportive and caring, much more attentive and much more tender.

There was a bitter taste in her heart, which was why she sat here. Bitter against the life she had lived, but doing her best to let it go for a life better in the future.

Only she could let them go and now... she truly cared to do so.

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Arms of the Ocean

After the unsatisfying events of last night, aside from the cuddles from Phoenix, Seraphina had taken to caring for her son. At least until nap time came.

And then she had left and headed to the sea. There she began to craft storms out in the midst that would eventually make their way inland. Great swelling crests and frothing clouds. The rain fell hard and thunder rumbled in a thick, warm brutal song.

The song of the storm soothed her, washed over her and enveloped her senses.

Singular control, no attached emotion, just like breathing.

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The Universe Lays Before You | Lord Chronos & Mother Nature

It felt good to reach the boarder of space, it was like breaking the surface of the sea and taking a long deep breath of air. The immediate cold was gripping and she held the bundle in her arm closer as she just drifted on the current. A dark expanse opened before them, Mother Nature and the little Star. Distantly one could see the stars burn and the planets slowly shift in their orbit.

Beautiful, silent, consuming.

She took a breath and found that she could still breathe up here, as if she had never left. Seraphina smiled softly and looked down at the child Star in her arms.

"I have a surprise for you my little one." She cooed softly and loosened the swaddle around the infant.

Mismatched eyes looked up at the cosmos from where they were, his eyes wide and glowing brightly. His body radiated brightly out here in the dark, indeed he was a strong little star.

Mother Nature gazed upon the space before her, shifting to sit on empty air and stretching.

"Someday you shall return to your home, someday you'll leave this place and see the real galaxy you are from...yes... you'll be able to do so many things."

The mother and child rested in the orbit of the moon, watching the stars and the planets, the light from Earth and the Sun kept them feeling safe.

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The Light of a Little Star | Open RP

Seraphina sat out in her garden beneath an arbor of lilac. Every flower grew in this garden, which created a very large, methodical creation made by Mother Nature. In the nook that she had made, Seraphina played with her little starling boy.

She'd yet to figure out a name for the golden haired child who's body radiated a warm orange light, One golden eye and one blue, he was something special. The two had bonded since Nero had bestowed the infant onto Mother Nature the day before.

There were things she remembered about starlings, and so it was not entirely difficult to get the hang of.

He was a precious child, and he was her little treasure.

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"What... curious embodiments of Time and Creativity... I have heard of spirits that take on the human concepts. But Spirits of the actual subject... well that is unique. Greetings, I am Mother Nature."

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evethiz has crossed paths with Mother Nature

On the path the man walked traveled beside a river, it's banks lined with smooth rocks and covered in green grass. Strong broad trees reached high above, providing shade along the rode.

On a rock beside the river sat a woman dressed in garments of sky blue, holding a bundle in her arms, an infant. Her hair was black as night and braided down her back to the waist, her skin fair and warm.

The sound of footsteps caused the woman to lift her head and turn it toward the path.

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M-Ma'am, if I would... Would be 'llowed t' ask... Uhm, I have a question... /clears his through, giving a half bow nervously. I, I uhm... I tr-traverse th' forests an' they've always been home, but... Somethin' confused me... I-I'm not questionin' yer methods, but... I always wondered why... Why are there natural wildfires...? It always seemed counter productive t' tear down what looked like y'worked so hard to raise? S-Sorry, ma'am if s'a strange question. /nods again, shuffling nervously.

Seraphina lifted her head from examining the layer of ash deep beneath the snow. At autumn's end the fire that had raged here had been the last before winter, a late bloomer but it had succeeded in its purpose. The woman was surprised by the voice from behind, her focus had been deep in the earth and in the tree's.

Turning, earthen hued eyes appraised the centaur with a considering expression. She began to smile as she listened to him ask the purpose of his approach.

"Nature is as Nature does. It's circle in place long before the memory of many. Fire's do not just kill and rage. There are plants that need fire to germinate, layers of dead flora and fauna a crew over time and so a fire will consume the dead that remains. The ash adds richness to the soil and creates room for fresh growth. A fire's purpose benefits the plants and tree's and adds nutrients that will then in turn benefit the wild life. Nature is an ecosystem with many sub systems, in order for new life there must be death. And Nature continually renews what it creates."

She looked around at the stark environment. The snow that mingled with the dirt, the dead tree's and the slushy mud on the ground. It did not look like much, but in time this land would flourish.

"What has led you here?" She asked looking at him curiously.