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[elf_of_the_hollow]

username. elf_of_the_hollow
galvani name. makana
gender. female
writing. "hey.. max? max.." the voice of a young, timid galvani echoed off of the cave walls as they whisper-yelled at another, braver galvani who was scrambling up rocks to a small opening in the cave wall.

"yeah, what's up?" the older gal responded as she grabbed at some of the larger pebbles covering over the opening, almost losing her footing a few times but recovering before she could fall.

"should we really.. be here? I mean isn't this kind of dangerous?"

"gosh, you worry too much. just relax! we'll be through in no time," she strained her words as she tried to climb through the opening with little success, deciding to move a few more of the larger rocks in the way, "and besides, you agreed to come with me in the first place. you could have said no!"

"you know I couldn't have, max.." the younger gal sighed, shaking her head.

"yeah, that's fair," the older galvani finally pulled away the last rock blocking their way as she spoke, wiping away the dust that had been stirred up by her pushing the stones around, "well, we're through anyway. come on, you've gotta see this."

the younger gal sighed exasperatedly but followed after the other as she pushed through the opening. the two walked down the damp, narrow path as they inched towards another opening with light pouring out of it.

"alright, close you eyes. you're not gonna believe this.." the older gal grabbed the younger's paw as she lead her through the opening, "you can open them now! isn't it just.."

"..max, I.. this place is gorgeous." the younger gal breathed out as she looked around her, the cave had come to a small clearing-like area where a small stream trickled through and there was overgrowth everywhere. moss dripped down the cave walls, and the sun's rays cast down into the center of the small cavern. the older galvani pulled her towards the center where the two then sat.

"you know.. I think this'll be ours," the older gal spoke gently, absentmindedly stroking the other's paw, "I think this is where we.. where we're meant to be."

"yeah, I.." the younger gal broke off, taking a deep breath before she continued, "makana, I think this is what exactly what we've been searching for. it's perfect."

the two sat in silence for awhile longer, just relaxing. it really was perfect.

[lathiat]

username || lathiat
galvani name || Silvanus
gender || Male
writing || It had been a relatively normal trek through the woods for you, despite this being your first time through this particular set of land. The wildlife around you was normal for your area, except for some light blue- almost glowing!- mushrooms. You had snapped multiple pictures in excitement of your find. Nothing like that grew naturally in your area and you couldn't wait to tell others about the mysterious mushroom.

Spotting a few growing a couple feet away from you, you hurriedly dashed over to collect a few samples when-

"Ouch!"

-The ground let out a yelp of pain?!

You stumble back in fear as the mossy forest floor seemed to come to life right in front of your very eye. Just as you were about to let out a terrified scream, eyes appeared on the moving mass before speaking, "What the-? Watch where you're walking, kid!"

You blink a couple times. "Huh?"

"Geez, what's wrong with you?" It- he?- gruffed out. "I said watch where you're walking, kid."

Wow, okay. Rude.

"I'm not the one stepping on sleeping strangers!"

Whoops, you must've said that out loud. You pause to look over the being, who seemed to be a rather normal galvani if you ignored the uncommonly long hair, the mushrooms and moss covering him, and his poor attitude...

Yeah, okay, he wasn't really your normal galvani.

"Don't you have something to say for yourself?" He taunts you.

"Dude, you were sleeping in the middle of the forest. You're covered in moss and you're growing freakin' mushrooms. You were completely blended in," You defend yourself.

He stares at you.

"Uhh, okay. Sorry about stepping on you and waking you up or whatever," You get up from the spot you fell down to in fear. "I'm gonna just go now-"

"Why are you here?" His voice was still agitated, but it was a little lighter. "I didn't think people these days cared about nature or whatever," the last word stretched mockingly.

"I'm not most people," He was really starting to tick you off.

"Whatever," Ugh, this guy, "Don't come back. And do not touch the mushrooms."

"Yeah, okay. Got it, dude who sleeps in the woods."

"The name is Silvanus. Don't wear it out," He deadpans before turning around. "Make sure to tell everyone what I said, since it seems to have been forgotten."

What crawled up his butt?

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[Mariala]

username: Mariala
galvani name: Talula
gender: Female
writing: The clear water slipped over everything that stood in their way. If it couldn't find a way around, while it took some time, the water found a way through. Talula wished she was that way. If she ran into a hiccup, she'd move on. She wouldn't push forward. It was partly because she was what most people would call a doormat, someone that was willingly stepped on and trampled for the sake of others. She didn't like it, but everyone was so persuasive, so insistent, that she was always forced into or out of situations, one way or another. And now her hideout, the one where she could be alone with nature and nobody to bother her, was being compromised. "Talula, dear, why are you wasting time doing positively nothing in a dump such as this? And your little treehouse you've set up here was set up without permission. There are so many better things for you to spend your time on!" Someone chastised. Talula didn't even know who they were, they'd never told her their name. But she'd helped them once, and now they were back for help again, it seemed. As they say, "help someone in trouble and they'll remember you when they're in trouble again." All she'd wanted was to have a place where she could find some peace in this chaotic, hectic world she lived in, but now she'd feel guilty if she didn't help so and so with what they wanted. "You need something... don't you?" So and so gave Talula a pointed look, "Well, I only wanted to check on you, but if you're willing, like the lovely gal you always are, there is something I'd like help with." Talula sighed. "First of all, I'd like you to get rid of this treehouse. If you aren't going to use it for the good of others, why use it at all?" At this request, Talula dug her toes into the leaves and debris beneath her feet, but nodded her head solemnly, "It'll be gone by next Tuesday." So and so smiled happily, "Wonderful! I knew you'd understand. Now, I'd also like to ask you for something else..." One day she'd probably change. But for now, Talula was still trapped in this neverending loop of helping everyone and sacrificing her happiness for other peoples'. (389 words)

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rez w a simple grumpy biologist/botanist, they’re trying to reculture rare species of mushrooms and mosses but seem to have gotten some stuck in their hair. they like it that way.

[mikey]

username: sketchiimutt
galvani name: persephone
gender: female
writing: 394 words

Those piercing eyes draw you in, what colour are they? Blue? Pink? They seem to glow in the darkness, you walk towards them with caution. Stepping over the twigs and leaves scattered along the ground, careful not to make a sound. Lest you scare away this oddly fascinating creature. You see it, ears poking out of a bush. The creature moves slowly, gracefully. Until you can see the creature's body completely now, covered in vines and plants. It's hair disheveled and home to what seems like a squirrel.

The creature stares at you like it's waiting for you to speak. Their tail moved side to side slowly, like a cat giving off a warning. "For what reason have you came here mortal?" the creature asked, their voice was soft but yet intimidating at the same time.Maybe it was their choice of wording, for they called you a 'mortal'. What was this creature, some kind of god?

"What is it that you seek? Luck, fortune, a one-way pass to all of your dreams? Or perhaps you stumbled across this temple by accident?" The creature was taunting you now. They moved towards you, their movements were too fluent to be normal. Whatever this was, it wasn't normal. You nodded slowly, not knowing what else to say.

"Here, give me your paw mortal" The creature pulled one of your paws off of the ground, sitting gently on the cobblestone they examined your paw like it was something they'd never seen before. The creature closed their eyes, focusing on something that only they could see. Then they hummed as if they were learning new information.

"I see, you must watch out mortal, for there is danger in your future, be weary traveler" The creature moved away from you, sliding behind you and back into the shadows from once it came. You could no longer see those captivating eyes, now it was simply darkness.

Shaken up by the creature who you could probably call a god or goddess you reached into your satchel to look for a flashlight, only when you reached back there was no satchel. The snickering from the bushes told you everything, this was simply a creature who used their position of power to steal from you.

Huffing under your breath you moved into the bushes to look for the creature, but alas, they were gone.

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username: plantfood
galvani name: Jasti Mosea
gender: feminine nonbinary

writing:
You can't tell if you're awake or not. Instinctually, this feels too ethereal but your senses argue.

Your sight is nonexistent; all around you is hollow darkness. You know it's hollow because the echoes of something dripping fill the space. The surface you seem to be resting on is very tactile: cool and damp, gentle but gravelly against your skin. You can't remember if you've ever been in a cave before but are sure this has to be one. The air is brisk and refreshing, you drink it in and breath it out calmly. All of these things at once culminate for an oddly corporeal experience, lucid where you wouldn't expect it to be.

The cave is almost hypnotizing but you need know where you are. Rising, you carefully try to find a wall and listen for anything else but dribbling echoes. Your fingertips brush against something and suddenly the surface in front of you blooms with soft color. Surprised, you briefly retreat; so does the light. You reach out again. The lichen and fungi glow again, just enough that you can see your hand and... runes? Looking closer you can definitely feel the ridges of something carved just beneath the flora. It looks like an arrow. Curious, you keep your hand trailing on the wall and follow the direction of the points.

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