Adoption Thread
to win this fable, create something inspired by their visuals!
what happened for them to get those scars? perhaps they didn't have the snake tail/companion before... we'd like to know, what's their story? you may use any format to tell us about them. there is no set limit (but keep the length moderate at your own discretion/comfort), and an extension can be granted upon request.
- username: the legend leg
fable name: Neirin
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⠀⠀⠀⠀His age is timeless, only measured by the hundreds of generations he's watched grow. His name is unknown other than to himself. There is an understanding between himself and the land he uses as a home. The very being of his soul is tied through his roots to the planet’s core in a seemingly trusting relationship. Their destinies are intertwined, but he will never understand how shifts in nature occur if there ever truly is a balance in life.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀The sun rose in the west, settled in the middle of the high noon sky, and never set. A soft blue sky slowly turned into a long-lasting range of yellows, orange, and reds. This was the first sign of the imbalance that would grow soon after. Ever since the great stars’ path shifted, He could taste the metallic riches in the soil more than what should be naturally attained. The weather became an endless, dry breath of life swooping over the land, and what moisture was left in the air quickly evaporated. The small volumes of life were the first to scatter to the wind; it shredded Him to his very being, seeing how their life on Earth had always been a treasured symbiotic relationship. All he could do was stand tall and cast his shadow on anyone who could be protected from the scorching rays.
⠀⠀⠀⠀The flowing river that had enriched the lands was his most loyal friend. The River was always there- when he grew, and the sun was new. She was a balancing and nurturing feminine force of nature overseeing the birth of the local province. That calm sound of herself is now gone, and there is only cracking mud where she wadded. The parts of his world where he found self-identify are fading away and emptying his soul. He is hollowing; color drains from his protective bark, and his interior wood is whittling away. If Neirin could weep, it would blow away what's left of this forsaken, ashy world.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Amid his graying landscape, it was truly graying; the flaming red sky was darkening, and the air had sweeps of wind rustling his branches. In the middle of such heartache, he remembered he cherished the wind.. but that was before fire swallowed the sky. He experienced an overwhelming surge of emotions in these memories when he suddenly felt a drop of rain on his leaves. This touch was her, most definitely, but somehow different, grown, evolved. His mind was joyful, but his heart was heavy; this moment was the definition of bittersweet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀There was steam before the rain finally drenched every surface that was left. The very life the River once was, touched and instantly healed everything around us. She shifted into the exceptional energy she has always exuded- rebirth. Despite feeling hopeful, all he felt was shame. She transformed into this force of nature; all he could do was stand there and absorb the touch he missed. He didn’t need this as much as the land and the lives around him. His shadow wasn’t needed anymore and only shielded the curing rain- so he did what he could. He fell.
⠀⠀⠀⠀He fell so gracefully that he never felt the ground rumble with impact. He never felt the hard tug of roots separating from the planet; there was a fear the Earth would think so lowly of him. He never imagined what his End looked like, but he never would have guessed someone was watching out for him as he did with his shadow. It was like waking up in the morning, drawing in a cool breath, shuttering your eyes open, and effortlessly remembering who you are, and were. He remembers everything before his own transition from Wood's embodiment to whatever he is now- a Kirin relative to the Fables?
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⠀⠀⠀⠀He will probably never fully understand his role in the balance someone thought he’d bring- the Earth or some other celestial embodiment like his own. He does know he will roam the now lush and healed forest until the end of infinite time. The powerful star has returned to its routine: bidding good morning in the east and giving a small farewell before the sky turns dark and we can see the rest of the universe. Air floating through the land has replenished and doesn’t burn the inside of lungs any more. The River truly is gone, but her kin are flowing nearby. If he could talk with the River again, He’d tell Her all about his own transformation.
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I go by Neirin now. I look like the Fable that lived in our forest but a little different, feel a
little different. If you think about it, there are a lot of similarities to before- I have a new
shade of bark if you want to call it that, but they are definitely scales, like the fish that
swam with you. I have a few scars carried over from my previous life. The eternal memories.
I still feel the heavy, metallic shavings of the Earth's despair around me, like it's weighing
me down. I've been decorated and honored by those I still don't know, but I can feel an
essence of permanence and a heavenly, celestial call. The woven threads tether me
to this plane. Oh! I have an unexpected friend: her name is Vin and she reminds me a lot
of you, Asherah. Vin has some of her own finery, but her story is her own to explore.
I hope you are well..
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