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petal_storm) wrote2017-10-23 12:16 pm
petal_storm) wrote2017-10-23 12:16 pm
This is my world
Who: Orchid?
When: Some time in the miasma world.
What: A hybrid and her home!
She paced slowly along the edge of the marshland, feet bare as she slogged, testing the waters. Still clean here, the filters were working and the safflowers were coming along, small, white petals bobbing slowly in the fetid breeze. That was good news, safflower and mallowroot would make the utterly detestable cough syrups that were boiled up in fall so much easier for people to swallow. Her Master still didn't know about the village down the thorn path, he was not...social. He liked his games and things on his terms, but growing things for other people in his carefully filtered garden?
Tsk, never.
Honestly he didn't even realize that the miasma didn't effect her. The damp was good for her, and she was plant enough to thrive instead of die. The mild intoxicating effect of her skin would probably shift from drug to poison if she lived in the miasma but...
...visiting she could do. He grew bored and slept more often these days, one seemingly immortal monster waiting for the world to get interesting again. She could steal away and help.
She liked being able to do something. Like the little stream that ran along the thorn path, she'd diverted it from their home garden so the water was clean and fresh for those further down the way. Clean water was nothing to sneer at here. Nor clean, un-mutated plants even if she could only bring them by the handful sometimes...
Her creator had told her, before he left to try to forge another creature that could live in this new world, that she was special. She needed to help...she believed that yes. This was her world, she had to help others survive in it.
That was why today after checking her plants she drew her cloak tight, belting it with a cord and knife sheath before choosing a new path. She check the wild lands...often.
Just in case.
Last time she'd found a flower that was now growing in the far edge of her garden, all knife edges petals and spots, she'd adored it, even if it was not an old world pure strain. New things were beautiful too. Who knew what she'd find today?
When: Some time in the miasma world.
What: A hybrid and her home!
She paced slowly along the edge of the marshland, feet bare as she slogged, testing the waters. Still clean here, the filters were working and the safflowers were coming along, small, white petals bobbing slowly in the fetid breeze. That was good news, safflower and mallowroot would make the utterly detestable cough syrups that were boiled up in fall so much easier for people to swallow. Her Master still didn't know about the village down the thorn path, he was not...social. He liked his games and things on his terms, but growing things for other people in his carefully filtered garden?
Tsk, never.
Honestly he didn't even realize that the miasma didn't effect her. The damp was good for her, and she was plant enough to thrive instead of die. The mild intoxicating effect of her skin would probably shift from drug to poison if she lived in the miasma but...
...visiting she could do. He grew bored and slept more often these days, one seemingly immortal monster waiting for the world to get interesting again. She could steal away and help.
She liked being able to do something. Like the little stream that ran along the thorn path, she'd diverted it from their home garden so the water was clean and fresh for those further down the way. Clean water was nothing to sneer at here. Nor clean, un-mutated plants even if she could only bring them by the handful sometimes...
Her creator had told her, before he left to try to forge another creature that could live in this new world, that she was special. She needed to help...she believed that yes. This was her world, she had to help others survive in it.
That was why today after checking her plants she drew her cloak tight, belting it with a cord and knife sheath before choosing a new path. She check the wild lands...often.
Just in case.
Last time she'd found a flower that was now growing in the far edge of her garden, all knife edges petals and spots, she'd adored it, even if it was not an old world pure strain. New things were beautiful too. Who knew what she'd find today?
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He got up to move to the next area after replanting another seed. His brothers and sisters would survive... he'd make sure of it.
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It was odd to see human shaped movement this far out. Most people tended to stay near the villages or the roads, not swamp walk. It was only natural to freeze and carefully peer through the mist to try to ID who was moving, right?
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Jaeger blinked turning toward where he could feel the soft vibrations through the ground. The flowers were still where he'd put them and they were mutating even. Excellent...
"Who's there?" He asked. "I can feel you."
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He stepped closer blinking at her. "A plant...the other one my creator speaks of..."
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"I travel." He shrugged. "Setting my brothers and sisters out to start reclaiming things from the slimes."
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"Well... not sure they feel that way... I do but they... yeah they'd turn on me if they could."
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"Yeah its about like that with some of them. Others are aggressive even to me."
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"These have mutated but I plant far and wide trying to battle back the slimes..."
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"Most of the slimes carry the plagues." He noted. "These three are pretty passive hence why they haven't killed each other but the ones that express more male than female are more aggressive."
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"Something like that yes." he nodded.
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"Mmm yes... its like a mentally unstable person."
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"Yes." He agreed softly.
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"MMmm.... couple of months." He nodded.
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"More or less." he nodded.
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