Orchid Espere (
petal_storm) wrote2017-10-23 12:16 pm
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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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::Mine. You're mine and I can see a connection from here. It's how I reached you...::
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"Well damn....." He sighed.
::Thank you... and I suppose you can't reach Jendiss.::
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::...no. We haven't touched him in years love, I probably need at least that?:: he admitted softly.
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"WEll.... I feel .... paranoid now..."
::I see.:: He swallowed.
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He concentrated and slipped the feel of his arms around Corvus, ::I can try? I probably need to draw on the sleeper more though...::
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"That's still kinda creepy... to think I've been watched..."
"That seems dangerous..."
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::...likely, yes. She dosn't scare me exactly but no one with this much power...safe really.::
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"I suppose so."
::Ah...:: He nodded.
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::Damn it.:: He sighed, debating for a bit before the feeling of arms around Corvus...solidified? Drawing on power carefully, testing boundaries by just holding the man he loved...
...and behind him the clear, cold taste of starlight started spilling in.
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"How did you get.... that from that encounter?"
"OH I... that's...."
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::Her,:: he agreed softly. ::All I could feel for a long time after locking myself in with her...::
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"Ah... okay."
::That's different.::
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::...very. But it shouldn't be anything we have to worry about. I think she's...asleep in her ice.::
Hello.
::Or...not. Oh.:: SHIT.
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"I see." He nodded.
::Ah... hello.:: Corvus blinked.
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Who are you?
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"I'll take your word for it." He chuckled.
::I'm Corvus... the mate of the man who's with you.::
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Mmm, no. Beloved yes. Not a mate bond entire, I can see connections apparently, not...yet. A yearning toward each other though...
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"All the time..." He laughed.
::What do yo umean no....::
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Has the definition of mate changed? The full bond of mates I know is not there?
::Ah...he is my love?:: Markux offered.
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"Damn..." He sighed.
::I... I thought...:: He sighed. ::Nevermind.:: Jesus had he ever felt so alone?
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Potential... she mused softly, reaching forward to...flood power along the honest bonds of love they had? Could mate bond, but you both have reaching ends, not complete in each other...
::Oh gods...:: that...felt really good when she flooded between them? Um.
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"ITs so tedious..."
::It just .. hurts to know I wasn't ever going to be enough.::
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...was he alone enough for you?
she countered softly. You're both reaching...did you expect to outgrow that need in yourself? He can't hear this if you choose to answer.
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"I dont' really do much other than get plants ready to be planted..."
::I don't know...:: He answered. ::I wasn't going to leave him.::
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Let me show you this... this hummed, pulling his consciousness down to what SHE saw, lines of light and need. Here, you could bond, you just need more pieces I think. Not two people for your mate bond but more.
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