[sentimental]

[petrify]

mark ! ❤️

[∘Raven∘]

Marking

[nome senpai]

mark o.o

this has been my dream kal for such a long time~

i cant not take this opportunity!

[Silver Pandorica]

Ooh mark
Possible start to writing?:

Insane. Yes, that is what they call me. I have been called many names ever since it happened. They call me crazy because they do not understand. I can see that which they can not, and how can they believe if they can not see?

I do not blame them for their ignorance, I only blame myself. I used to be like them, scoff at every ridiculous theory or claim, laugh at those who did not fit in with the normalities of the common citizen. Until, for lack of a better term, the curse was bestowed upon me. I am alive, and yet I can see the dead. Speak to them. Hear their cries as well as their conversations. It can give one quite the headache, and I would not wish this upon anyone else. And yet, it is my burden to bear, and I will bear it to the best of my ability.

[Unleashed Squiid]

Oo

[OriGalaxii]

Mark!

[Rabbit]

Mark

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

(700 words and 2 art pieces)

The traveler paced rhythmically among the village kits, giving off an air of something mystic as her tail swept over the dusty ground, sending small flecks glistening into the air. Her lantern illuminated her face as the light began to vanish over the horizon, and she halted abruptly before beginning to speak.
"Listen to my tale young ones, for it is as true as the grass beneath your paws. It is a tale of caution, so be mindful of my words and you will be wise to heed them should you ever find yourself in the woods I speak of. Let us now begin. Listen."

"Once upon a dreary morning hundreds of years ago, a kit named Nidawi was born into a suffering village. The townsfolk were raided on the daily, being looted of all their food and anything that could be sold. His family was as poor as dirt, and lived solely on berries collected from the forest. They lived in a small cabin with beds made of straw. In his youngest years, his mother would take him out berry picking, and as he grew, he continued to journey into the forest. He had a bow of willow and arrows decorated with stunning feathers that he carried with him constantly, though he only ever used them when his family was in dire need of food. He always prayed and wept for the fallen woodland creatures, marking graves and burying their bones. He would practice archery frequently, and he honed his skills as an archer marvelously.
After some time, the enemy village quit attacking, and Nidawi's village lived in peace for many years. The town began to flourish, and his family was able to fix their house, grow their own crops, and Nidawi never had to hunt for a meal or search for berries any longer. But the forest still called him, and he would spend many of his days running through the trees, following the river, and exploring for hours at a time. His mother even gave birth to another kit, a little girl. He loved his little sister dearly and he would take her out into the forest with him sometimes, showing her all the wonders of the wild.
But many years later, the truce was broken by the enemy tribe, and warriors invaded Nidawi's village while he was out wandering in the woods, and he returned later that night only to find his family and the rest of his village dead. He wept and cried, racing into the last place he could find any comfort. He ran without end, unable to face the horrid truth. He continued all night, only slowing when the first cracks of dawn began to slither into the sky. He found himself at the base of a large tree, larger than any tree he had laid eyes on his entire life. He curled up in the roots and slept, tears drying on his stained cheeks. When he awoke, a beautiful kalon was standing before him.
'I am the guardian of the wild, and I have found pity for you, young one. You have treated my forest with respect, and have loved it as one of your own. In the face of this tragedy, I can offer you a job. Guard this forest for me, and you will live as long as every tree in it still stands.' The archer solemnly accepted, easily prepared to protect what may as well have been the last thing he cared for. 'I will do this as willingly as an oak reaches toward the heavens.' The lovely goddess bowed her head and vanished, and the archer was left alone with his bow and arrows.

Nidawi continues to guard that very same forest today, and he is known as the 'Silent Archer of Baneful Wood', as he is able to stalk his enemies as quietly as he wishes, and he protects Baneful Wood with a vengeance. It is all he has left, and he would rather die than have a single tree harmed. He lives for his duty, and it is wise to simply avoid his forest altogether."

[riddlestyx]

uuuu mark