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mind full of mist--ft. en
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en belongs to dinstraction !! i take no credit for her character's design, personality, etc, just loved the character and wanted to write about her!
The forest was silent, for once, as En seemed to drift aimlessly through it. Her thoughts were clouded. Her legs carried her somewhere, but she couldn't place where. Didn't try to. En had explored just about every inch of her boundary, this old, overgrown forest. There wasn't a single nook or cranny that she hadn't poked around in at least once. Knowing this, she could be perfectly confident in her ability to navigate and protect her boundary.
Couldn't she?
The great fog in her head had clustered, smothering, choking out her perceived identity like a flame in water. Did she really know anything about her territory? Could she trust her instincts? Were the instincts she felt even...hers?
They were. She knew who she was. She knew what she was here for.
They were not. She couldn't recall herself. She didn't know where she was.
They were. They were not. The tug of war lasted only a moment before a lone squeal seemed to rip through the forest. Bloodcurdling at best and heart wrenching at worst, it cleaved through the rope that held the pieces of En's warring mind, forcing her to pin the direction of the noise. It couldn't have been far--she could feel the vibrations in the floor rumbling through her legs.
The helpless yowling paused. The creature whimpered in pain, in fear, then ceased to whimper at all--the sudden lack of the sound spurred En's steps, guiding her to the source. She couldn't put a name on the feeling that tightened in her chest, that caused her windflowers to shy away from the dwindling light that crashed through the leaves like they were scared...Was it panic? Hope?
No. It couldn't have been hope, that thing. Hope was like a flighty bird, fluttering and longing to be freed. This was...the opposite. The feeling sunk in her gut, filled her head with dreadful dark waters that she could've drowned in. Was it truly panic? Doubt, perhaps?
Doubt. It must've been.
Hopping over tree stumps and sliding under logs, En couldn't help but take a small bit of pride in her agility. She had been right earlier, she realized--this boundary was her home, and it was true that she knew every piece of it. So much so that, when she heard the frightened yelping of the poor creature again, the esk knew immediately that it couldn't have been inside of it.
Her feet deftly carried her to the edge of her forest, met by a winding moor just beyond.
Just...one step. One step over and a few beyond, and she'd reach the poor creature that wailed just beyond her invisible walls.
The powers of the esk vanished the moment she left the biome. Her every step beyond her home felt as if it took an eternity. Her eyes narrowed at the creature that had been emitting the pitiful cries for aid.
A...Small red fox? The young canid was huddled beside a rather large boulder, pressing into it as if its life depended on the smooth stone.
En carefully treaded closer; she reached for the fox with an outstretched paw. "Come here," her actions seemed to will, though she couldn't speak her intentions aloud. The esk nudged the poor fox, causing it to screech again. Maybe screech wasn't the proper word for it, En decided. There didn't seem to be a word for it at all, in fact. It only took a good glance over it to realize it was trapped under the mound of stone itself. The esk shuddered and tried not to think about the pain that must've caused.
A feeling of disappointment sunk in for a moment. How could she move it...?
...Pacing around the rock probably wouldn't help, she decided. Think, En, think. Maybe it's light enough to lift just a bit? An experimental press of her foot confirmed that it was not. Hrrrm. Wait, did it...move? En firmly pressed on the stone again just to see--maybe she was losing her mind after being alone for so long? She hadn't been to the conservatory in a long while...
It wasn't her imagination. The esk noticed that the rock did wobble at least a bit, so that was a start. She padded around to the other side and took note of a pile of stones and dirt piled up under the mound--En assumed that was probably what gave it the wobble to begin with. She immediately got to work scrabbling at the dirt. If she could just paw enough of it away, maybe...?
Though her heart continued to lurch when the fox began whining again, she finally managed to dig up the material and shove the unstable rock into the hole she'd made, effectively freeing the fox. It didn't move, but instead stared up at the esk with big, amber eyes. En nudged it. It didn't budge.
With an internal sigh, En relented and lowered her body to the ground, allowing the small woodlands creature to climb up. When it was settled between the clumps of windflowers along her spine, En headed back to the comforts of her home. The trees seemed to call for her, welcoming her,
thanking her for saving one of the beautiful creatures born under the leaves of the forest.
It wasn't until later, En realized while keeping close watch over the red fox, that the feeling of doubt had drained entirely from her body. The cloudy mist that often edged and obstructed her thoughts...it wasn't there. It wasn't even looming nearby. En allowed real mist to encircle a small area around her, giving extra protection to her new furry friend. She felt at peace for the first moment in...quite a bit, especially while using her Elemental. Slipping into this mist was...comforting. It made the esk feel safer than she ever had.
END.
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The forest was silent, for once, as En seemed to drift aimlessly through it. Her thoughts were clouded. Her legs carried her somewhere, but she couldn't place where. Didn't try to. En had explored just about every inch of her boundary, this old, overgrown forest. There wasn't a single nook or cranny that she hadn't poked around in at least once. Knowing this, she could be perfectly confident in her ability to navigate and protect her boundary.
Couldn't she?
The great fog in her head had clustered, smothering, choking out her perceived identity like a flame in water. Did she really know anything about her territory? Could she trust her instincts? Were the instincts she felt even...hers?
They were. She knew who she was. She knew what she was here for.
They were not. She couldn't recall herself. She didn't know where she was.
They were. They were not. The tug of war lasted only a moment before a lone squeal seemed to rip through the forest. Bloodcurdling at best and heart wrenching at worst, it cleaved through the rope that held the pieces of En's warring mind, forcing her to pin the direction of the noise. It couldn't have been far--she could feel the vibrations in the floor rumbling through her legs.
The helpless yowling paused. The creature whimpered in pain, in fear, then ceased to whimper at all--the sudden lack of the sound spurred En's steps, guiding her to the source. She couldn't put a name on the feeling that tightened in her chest, that caused her windflowers to shy away from the dwindling light that crashed through the leaves like they were scared...Was it panic? Hope?
No. It couldn't have been hope, that thing. Hope was like a flighty bird, fluttering and longing to be freed. This was...the opposite. The feeling sunk in her gut, filled her head with dreadful dark waters that she could've drowned in. Was it truly panic? Doubt, perhaps?
Doubt. It must've been.
Hopping over tree stumps and sliding under logs, En couldn't help but take a small bit of pride in her agility. She had been right earlier, she realized--this boundary was her home, and it was true that she knew every piece of it. So much so that, when she heard the frightened yelping of the poor creature again, the esk knew immediately that it couldn't have been inside of it.
Her feet deftly carried her to the edge of her forest, met by a winding moor just beyond.
Just...one step. One step over and a few beyond, and she'd reach the poor creature that wailed just beyond her invisible walls.
The powers of the esk vanished the moment she left the biome. Her every step beyond her home felt as if it took an eternity. Her eyes narrowed at the creature that had been emitting the pitiful cries for aid.
A...Small red fox? The young canid was huddled beside a rather large boulder, pressing into it as if its life depended on the smooth stone.
En carefully treaded closer; she reached for the fox with an outstretched paw. "Come here," her actions seemed to will, though she couldn't speak her intentions aloud. The esk nudged the poor fox, causing it to screech again. Maybe screech wasn't the proper word for it, En decided. There didn't seem to be a word for it at all, in fact. It only took a good glance over it to realize it was trapped under the mound of stone itself. The esk shuddered and tried not to think about the pain that must've caused.
A feeling of disappointment sunk in for a moment. How could she move it...?
...Pacing around the rock probably wouldn't help, she decided. Think, En, think. Maybe it's light enough to lift just a bit? An experimental press of her foot confirmed that it was not. Hrrrm. Wait, did it...move? En firmly pressed on the stone again just to see--maybe she was losing her mind after being alone for so long? She hadn't been to the conservatory in a long while...
It wasn't her imagination. The esk noticed that the rock did wobble at least a bit, so that was a start. She padded around to the other side and took note of a pile of stones and dirt piled up under the mound--En assumed that was probably what gave it the wobble to begin with. She immediately got to work scrabbling at the dirt. If she could just paw enough of it away, maybe...?
Though her heart continued to lurch when the fox began whining again, she finally managed to dig up the material and shove the unstable rock into the hole she'd made, effectively freeing the fox. It didn't move, but instead stared up at the esk with big, amber eyes. En nudged it. It didn't budge.
With an internal sigh, En relented and lowered her body to the ground, allowing the small woodlands creature to climb up. When it was settled between the clumps of windflowers along her spine, En headed back to the comforts of her home. The trees seemed to call for her, welcoming her,
thanking her for saving one of the beautiful creatures born under the leaves of the forest.
It wasn't until later, En realized while keeping close watch over the red fox, that the feeling of doubt had drained entirely from her body. The cloudy mist that often edged and obstructed her thoughts...it wasn't there. It wasn't even looming nearby. En allowed real mist to encircle a small area around her, giving extra protection to her new furry friend. She felt at peace for the first moment in...quite a bit, especially while using her Elemental. Slipping into this mist was...comforting. It made the esk feel safer than she ever had.
END.
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i know this is pretty messy, but i'm on some major writer's block and this is the only thing that gave me inspiration oop-
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waterdog requuuuueeeeeeessssssssts!
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ho ho holy crap it's december
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
REQUEST TIME
drop me a pic or toyhouse link of your waterdog (doggos only at this time, sorry!) and i might draw that!
i'm gonna try super super hard to get those dummy thicc sand dollars for a myo ;v;
also?? idk if anyone remembers me posting about it before but i'm probably gonna be more active on insta (bloodsugxrr) than here in the future so-
if you don't want art of your pup posted there just let me know!!
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
REQUEST TIME
drop me a pic or toyhouse link of your waterdog (doggos only at this time, sorry!) and i might draw that!
i'm gonna try super super hard to get those dummy thicc sand dollars for a myo ;v;
also?? idk if anyone remembers me posting about it before but i'm probably gonna be more active on insta (bloodsugxrr) than here in the future so-
if you don't want art of your pup posted there just let me know!!
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ice.
4 min read
It was lonely up on the rocks, though Kichi would never admit such a thing. Nor would he admit that it stung, listening to the joyous yips and squeals of the dogs and cats on the beach below. They’d never invite him along—they didn’t like him much. His heart felt heavy at the thought of it, but he couldn’t manage to will the thought away before the feeling could turn to anger. “I didn’t want to go anyway,” he grumbled to himself. He scraped his claws across the stone beneath him and continued to watch. Continued to remind himself that he couldn’t stand the other dogs.
“Didn’t want to go where?”
The voice startled Kichi more than anything—he jumped to his paws and raised his tail as if to use it in defense. His hackles lowered, though, as he took in the light eyes, the small winged frame, the pale purples and blues of the water cascading from it. From her. “You again?” Kichi hissed. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted to be alone last time?” The dog beside him grinned; her eyes were shining with some sort of eternal happiness. Kichi willed himself to hate it, willed with every fiber of his being—but he found that he simply couldn’t.
“I didn’t want you to be alone. Why’re you so grumpy all the time?” She drew out that last word and gently prodded his cheek with a paw, but Kichi flinched away from the touch with a low growl. “I’m not grumpy and I'm perfectly fine on my own.”
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not. But you're starting to annoy me."
“That's exactly what I mean!" She snorted in triumph. "Don’t you want to have fun?”
“Not with them.”
“Why not?”
“You ask too many questions,” the pale furred dog muttered. “Look, don’t you have better things to do than follow me around? I see you so often but I don’t even know your name, and suddenly you think it’s completely okay to just act like we’re friends? I don’t know you.”
“My name’s Lilac!” She said immediately. “See? Now you know me, and we can be friends!”
“That isn’t how it works...” He paused and exhaled slowly for a moment before shaking himself off. The sun was bearing down on him, soaking him in its warmth. To say he minded it would be a lie through gritted jaws. “I’m Kichi.” Lilac’s smile grew after he introduced himself; Kichi swore it lifted his heart just a little bit. It couldn’t be so bad to have one dog close...right?
He shoved the thought down with the others. Letting his guard down wasn’t an option and he knew that. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Lilac nudged him towards the path that spiraled down. Down to the beach. Where the other dogs were. Kichi released a warning snarl, but if the smaller female noticed it...Well, she certainly didn’t acknowledge it. A part of him wanted to follow her, and he figured that she probably knew that.
So follow her he did. And the ice in his chest thawed, if only for a second. It was almost endearing, the way Lilac acted. She seemed so curious, so carefree. His heart twisted in envy, but he ignored the feeling.
Among the things he would never admit, the fact that he had started to enjoy her company...that held a firm spot at the top of the list.
“Didn’t want to go where?”
The voice startled Kichi more than anything—he jumped to his paws and raised his tail as if to use it in defense. His hackles lowered, though, as he took in the light eyes, the small winged frame, the pale purples and blues of the water cascading from it. From her. “You again?” Kichi hissed. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted to be alone last time?” The dog beside him grinned; her eyes were shining with some sort of eternal happiness. Kichi willed himself to hate it, willed with every fiber of his being—but he found that he simply couldn’t.
“I didn’t want you to be alone. Why’re you so grumpy all the time?” She drew out that last word and gently prodded his cheek with a paw, but Kichi flinched away from the touch with a low growl. “I’m not grumpy and I'm perfectly fine on my own.”
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not. But you're starting to annoy me."
“That's exactly what I mean!" She snorted in triumph. "Don’t you want to have fun?”
“Not with them.”
“Why not?”
“You ask too many questions,” the pale furred dog muttered. “Look, don’t you have better things to do than follow me around? I see you so often but I don’t even know your name, and suddenly you think it’s completely okay to just act like we’re friends? I don’t know you.”
“My name’s Lilac!” She said immediately. “See? Now you know me, and we can be friends!”
“That isn’t how it works...” He paused and exhaled slowly for a moment before shaking himself off. The sun was bearing down on him, soaking him in its warmth. To say he minded it would be a lie through gritted jaws. “I’m Kichi.” Lilac’s smile grew after he introduced himself; Kichi swore it lifted his heart just a little bit. It couldn’t be so bad to have one dog close...right?
He shoved the thought down with the others. Letting his guard down wasn’t an option and he knew that. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Lilac nudged him towards the path that spiraled down. Down to the beach. Where the other dogs were. Kichi released a warning snarl, but if the smaller female noticed it...Well, she certainly didn’t acknowledge it. A part of him wanted to follow her, and he figured that she probably knew that.
So follow her he did. And the ice in his chest thawed, if only for a second. It was almost endearing, the way Lilac acted. She seemed so curious, so carefree. His heart twisted in envy, but he ignored the feeling.
Among the things he would never admit, the fact that he had started to enjoy her company...that held a firm spot at the top of the list.
~~~
though that was v short it was also very hard to write due to writer's block and the fact that i had very little to go off of. it was definitely fun, but I'm sorry it wasn't very long
thanks for requesting !! Saturn-Stardust
though that was v short it was also very hard to write due to writer's block and the fact that i had very little to go off of. it was definitely fun, but I'm sorry it wasn't very long
thanks for requesting !! Saturn-Stardust
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hey there!! i'd really like some sand dollars, so i wanted to open a ych, but then i was like,,waIT IT'S PRIDE MONTH
so yes
here's an example:
character owned by @/floofeh-ottermom
for the sake of time because i don't have a lot of it, wave hair and other major line edits will not be added, sorry ;^;
this is 50 sand dollars per dog/cat, and you can add any pride flag you'd like! please attach a pic of the flag you'd like so they don't get mixed up, though !!
payment must be accepted (as in, a comment is made in the sand bank) before the ych is done !!
comment or note to claim, there isn't a slot limit <3
so yes
here's an example:
character owned by @/floofeh-ottermom
for the sake of time because i don't have a lot of it, wave hair and other major line edits will not be added, sorry ;^;
this is 50 sand dollars per dog/cat, and you can add any pride flag you'd like! please attach a pic of the flag you'd like so they don't get mixed up, though !!
payment must be accepted (as in, a comment is made in the sand bank) before the ych is done !!
comment or note to claim, there isn't a slot limit <3
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