Afternoon Slumber [closed/Chibiterasu]
It was the era of a new milestone; Amaterasu had spent nearly a month romping the streets of Hive City. The shock of being introduced to a city far ahead of her millennium was still crawling in the back of her head; yet, she had little care because she had been gifted a proposal, a challenge of sorts. Of her first two weeks, the city had been carved inside out by what seemed an endless blast of winter; a storm that spared no one – not people, not fauna and especially not the flora of Hive City. As far as the eye could see, plant life was absolutely miserable. Trees had been stripped naked and loomed gloomily over the sides of streets and flowers had been wilted to mere clumps of brittle browns.
A girl, Ibuki, had asked of her to remedy the trees of Hive City, and Amaterasu had shaken paws on it. If there was one quality most prominent about Amaterasu it was that she was notoriously stubborn. She held the title for the thickest of skulls, accompanied with the valor of lions, and she would not back down from a friendly proposal, especially not one that could shed happiness into the lives of others. She would begin this ‘quest’ of sorts in the once lively and rolling hills of District Six, or the proclaimed 'Green Sector'.
The sector bore that miserable trait akin to the other five sectors; filled with nothing but death and little to no color. Surely the state of what was once a luscious park of fertility was an overbearing influence on the residents of said district. It was her plan to remedy this immediately. No tree would be spared from the ink that bled from the tip of her tail; not even the newly trees that sprung to life and attempted to rake its' leafy branches down her back as if they were its' bramble-y claws. Paired with both wit and the means to tackle on the trees, Amaterasu's quest was not skewered by the fact some trees could move, nor the fact that she could only use her blessing four times each day. It was a continuous cycle for her, and most of her days consisted of her painting life into flora and eating. It was tiring to say the least, and she still had a great portion to go.
Hard labor always rekindled the urge to sleep, and the goddess was no exception to an impending nap. A drowsiness flooded her head, and Amaterasu was fraught with an unbearable urge to scrounge for nearby shelter; preferably underneath the shade of a newly-blossomed tree. She was a guru of sleep. The hound would sit tidy at the base of the festering oak, inspecting her handy-work before a brief yawn escaped her maw, and before she knew it she was already using her forelimbs as a cushion for her head as her eyes shut tightly, the light purr of traffic far from here becoming her lullaby. Sleep left her vulnerable to become victim of the clutches of animate trees, and even victim to the tip of her son's wet nose (although she was unaware he was even in this city, let alone here!), and she would care not. She just wanted to sleep.
