Orchid Espere (
petal_storm) wrote2017-10-23 12:16 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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?
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
"Yeah..." He nodded.
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
"They tend to mutate so I have to go back to square one..."
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
"Push the slimes spreading the diseases back or kill them entirely."
Re: Flower Power
"And I use the slimes in other manners," Orchid chuckled.
Re: Flower Power
"Yes but with enough plants... the slimes will have nowhere left to go." He noted. "Or that was the plan."
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
"Grow and thrive...?"
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::...Corvus? You fell asleep love...:: he didn't get to reach out often but...
Re: Flower Power
"I have a flawed plan... I get it." He sighed.
::Markux?:: Corvus whispered. He didn't sleep often honestly... He was... never meant to be alone...
Re: Flower Power
"Also immunity for the slimes I've been working up," Orchid sighed, nibbling Jaeger's neck.
* * *
::I'm...pulling on the woman here, she's...she's a battery as it were, power wise. I thought I was dead for a bit...:: he admitted softly.
Re: Flower Power
"Something like that I guess." He nodded.
::You're not.:: He shook his head.
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::No. Could be if I wasn't frozen, I'm infected love.::
Re: Flower Power
Jaeger shrugged lightly. "I guess."
::I know. I can tell.::
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::You've been here?!:: Yes, the sudden alarm? Utterly terrified for him now!
Re: Flower Power
"If I knew that we woudlnt' really be having this conversation would we?"
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::Love...?::
Re: Flower Power
"I don't have any? I hardly interact with people...."
Re: Flower Power
::...be careful. If you're waking up...:: Just yeah. He'd...it had been too long? Or not long enough, he didn't know how time played out now that he was frozen.
Re: Flower Power
"She's my mate." He noted.
::I didn't touch anything... But yes... I went.::
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::...my fallen city...:: he sobbed softly. ::And you saw her? Someone copied her for our Jendiss so long ago...::
Re: Flower Power
"Okay..."
::Yes...:: He nodded. ::I can't find Jendiss. I am looking...::
Re: Flower Power
* * *
::I'm...not going anywhere?:: he joked dryly. ::Just...be careful. Take care of yourself. I can't bear the idea of you hurt trying to find him...::
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
Re: Flower Power
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...