finished!! yyyayy!!
full reference • wings only • flowers only • no wings or flowers
a fallen god gazes upon her children as she awakens from her slumber, tears falling and coating her world in a cloak of rain. what has happened to her precious children?
portrait:
a beautiful tragedy. a broken god looks upon her once bright creations, now withering away and corrupting. and worst of all, she is powerless to stop it. she gives it her best, really, but even as she drains herself of her own color and joy to keep her loved creations safe, it is all in vain. she can only watch as what she molded with her own paws crumbles before her, and now she is nothing but a husk of her former self; a moth shedding it's cocoon, yet it's wings are tattered and ripped, leaving it unable to fly; to roam, to explore.
she can fly; but still, she chose to neglect her shimmering wings, even though they had served her well, letting them drag on the ground and collect dirt and dust. she dared not use them, though she’d gaze at the stars all around her and long to be with them, to feel the cool air on her fur as she soared through the sky freely; and her followers below her would watch in awe and cheer her on. but now that they were gone, what was the use of flying? what was the use of her wings, with nobody else to admire them? her heart ached, even more than her paws did from all her walking. tears streaked from her eyes still, glittering like tiny stars as they dripped onto the earth; flowers blooming where they fell. sniffling and leaning down to the ground, she blinked back her tears and looked down at the blossoms. her wings draped lazily over her fur. “haha.. i guess even now, my first instinct is to create, huh?” she murmured to herself, ears twitching in a faint hint of amusement.
her world was still broken, shattered into a million tiny pieces, and she was certain that she’d never be able to fix it again, like she’d been able to, so long ago. but a spark of hope flared inside her as she saw the tiny plants sprout to life before her. maybe..?
no. she knew deep down, in her heart, that it’d be nearly impossible. her siblings, who she’d built this world with, only they could help her fix this mess. but she was alone. but still, just for a few moments, she let herself pretend that everything would be okay. it wouldn’t be. it never would be. but just for once, she let herself believe it would be.
and such was the tragic tale of reverie, a fallen god. was her story real..? we may never know.
traits:
[nr] colored blood
[s] hair, shine
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, tongue, pupils
[r] body shine
[l] wings, plant growth (forget-me-nots and hydrangeas)
full reference • wings only • flowers only • no wings or flowers
a fallen god gazes upon her children as she awakens from her slumber, tears falling and coating her world in a cloak of rain. what has happened to her precious children?
portrait:
a beautiful tragedy. a broken god looks upon her once bright creations, now withering away and corrupting. and worst of all, she is powerless to stop it. she gives it her best, really, but even as she drains herself of her own color and joy to keep her loved creations safe, it is all in vain. she can only watch as what she molded with her own paws crumbles before her, and now she is nothing but a husk of her former self; a moth shedding it's cocoon, yet it's wings are tattered and ripped, leaving it unable to fly; to roam, to explore.
she can fly; but still, she chose to neglect her shimmering wings, even though they had served her well, letting them drag on the ground and collect dirt and dust. she dared not use them, though she’d gaze at the stars all around her and long to be with them, to feel the cool air on her fur as she soared through the sky freely; and her followers below her would watch in awe and cheer her on. but now that they were gone, what was the use of flying? what was the use of her wings, with nobody else to admire them? her heart ached, even more than her paws did from all her walking. tears streaked from her eyes still, glittering like tiny stars as they dripped onto the earth; flowers blooming where they fell. sniffling and leaning down to the ground, she blinked back her tears and looked down at the blossoms. her wings draped lazily over her fur. “haha.. i guess even now, my first instinct is to create, huh?” she murmured to herself, ears twitching in a faint hint of amusement.
her world was still broken, shattered into a million tiny pieces, and she was certain that she’d never be able to fix it again, like she’d been able to, so long ago. but a spark of hope flared inside her as she saw the tiny plants sprout to life before her. maybe..?
no. she knew deep down, in her heart, that it’d be nearly impossible. her siblings, who she’d built this world with, only they could help her fix this mess. but she was alone. but still, just for a few moments, she let herself pretend that everything would be okay. it wouldn’t be. it never would be. but just for once, she let herself believe it would be.
and such was the tragic tale of reverie, a fallen god. was her story real..? we may never know.
traits:
[nr] colored blood
[s] hair, shine
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, tongue, pupils
[r] body shine
[l] wings, plant growth (forget-me-nots and hydrangeas)
