[molotov]

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base: kirin 2
horn: sm. antler
ears: custom
tail: kirin
extra: fins

at long last, the search was over,

just ahead of them lies the fountain of truth. It is rumored that when a fable nears the waters edge, and peers down at the crystalline waters below, their inner self will be reflected back at them like a mirror to their very soul. some claim to see a prefect version of themselves, others shutter and speak of seeing monsters staring back.

what does this fable see? what does it mean? how do they react? why have they come here?

to win this fable, describe OR draw what is reflected back at them in the water. interpret this as you will, you can either depict this through art OR writing, you may use the adopt above OR one of your own fables for your entry.


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entries close may 16, 8 pm, eastern standard time. extensions will be allowed upon request.

[BlueEyedKite]

fable name: tbd
entry: wip

This fable is simply stunning. The prompt sounds amazing. I can't wait

[alphanea]

fable name: Armande
entry: ((explanation is just for context, i case anyone is interested in the lore, does not need to be considered during judging!!))



⋆xxxa reflection of the past... and a fear of the future. ⋆xx⋆ xxx⋆x⋆
✧ ◆ featuring Alopex, the youngest and very last of his kind who has yet to be petrified in stone. The reflection within the fountain displays a cruel fate that could befall him if he fails to show restraint when using his magic.

The very fate displayed to him is precisely why he is so unwilling to freely use his gift to help others while knowing he could cure many ailments and sicknesses, and a reminder of the sacrifice a loved one with the same abilities as him has chosen to make. ◆

⋆xx⋆ xxx⋆xxx⋆ ⋆x⋆ xxx⋆x

[ylesia]

fable name: Oannes
entry:

This is not my place.

Oannes was in the middle of the Desert. And he was thirsty. Very thirsty. In front of him was the Fountain of Truth. Or, well, it should have been called the Well of Truth.

I expected to see a real fountain with lots of water everywhere... not a hole in the sand.

That was his thought, but he didn't say it out loud. His throat was too dry to speak. He approached the well, but didn't look in.

Why am I here?

He knew exactly why he was there. How could he forget? Yet he hadn't looked down.

What am I waiting for? I'm thirsty, I'll get some water.

Without looking into the well, Oannes activated the mechanism to raise the bucket. He narrowed his face to the water in the bucket and... he saw.

He turned his head away. It was too much. With his eyes closed, he drank almost all the water in the bucket. He felt better.

You have to look to the end. You didn't come here to turn away like a coward.

Oannes didn't move. It was as if his legs were made of stone.

Look. Look now.

He couldn't move. A vulture flew over his head.

I'm not dead. Not yet. Now look into the well.

One of his legs moved. It was a small step, but a step nonetheless. Then he took another, and another, until his head was above the water. He looked down.

A gentle fable smiled at him. She was laughing. There was a shadow behind her, but the fable didn't seem to notice as the shadow grabbed her and wrapped her in tentacles of darkness. She never stopped laughing, not even when the shadows entered her open mouth. Then the vision faded. Reflected in the water, there were only swirls of darkness around the dark silhouette of his own shadow. A tear rippled through the water, dispersing the shadows. His real face appeared. Was that his real face? He was not sure. Not anymore.

[koegami]

mark!

[Nanorat]

fable name: Orm
entry: It is said the Fountain of Truth's surface is clear and reflecting, but what Orm sees is an impenetrable darkness, going down like a gaping abyss. Almost nothing disturbes its deep blackness, save for one, slowly moving, barely distinguishable silhouette, visible at times when it moves closer to the surface... a silhouette of a shark, circling through the depths, silent and deadly shadow of the inner demons. Orm was hoping to look his darkness in the face, but even in the Fountain of Truth, there is no clarity - his soul will not come out into the light... and that thought suddenly fills him with fragile, tiny spark of hope. If this shark is distant and does not come close enough to be seen, even in the face of Fountain of Truth... does that mean he's still doubting and is not completely lost to the darkness yet?..
And as Orm turns and leaves with that thought flickering in his mind like a distant candle light, the depth in the reflection seems to move, as if a swimmer begins ascending to the surface...

[brandysilverfire]

fable name: amrita
entry:

The fountain of truth.

Not as impressive at they thought it would be, for sure. All the poets described it as an endless beauty of marble, arching up in spires of marble and gold, so high you couldn't see the top of it even if you flew as far as your wings would take you. Or a dark pond in the deepest and richest of caves, glowing luminescent with its powers, hidden secrets in its depths. Or a river of gold spilling forth from the sap of a magical plant, dripping down once a year to form the pond of magicks over centuries of wait.

This... is a bubbling brook.

Unassuming. A trickle of water spurting from the ground and spilling into a circle of stones nearvy. The pond it forms is barely enough to hold a foal within, shallow enough that they can see the bottom. A few trees are haphazardly scattered around- and only the one at the very back shows any sign of magick, with golden fruits hanging sadly from the very ends of the highest branches.

All that fighting, all that searching.... for this?

And yet. The longer they look at it, the more sorry they feel. The others are close behind, and they know the lot of them will rip up the poor trees around, dredge up the fountain bucket by bucket, haul it away to be sold to different herds. This sweet, beautiful little stream will be gone, for no one to use again.

They step forward to peer in, hoping almost, that their reflection won't change. That they haven't found it, after all.

It has. They gasp.

A wild fable stares back at them with slitted pupils, a shade of sharp-shock blue they've never seen before. They're covered in scales like a fish, whiskers trailing to their feet. Eyes and antlers the same shade of gold as the fruits of the tree.

The fable has no wings.

They take a step back, shaking, vision narrowing. They know what the fountain wants to show them. They know they have only moments to decide.

They look around at the beautiful grove once more, simple and peaceful. Think of their life, their herd, their duty- and of what it would mean, the tragedy of losing such a wondrous, ancient treasure.

Amrita takes a breath, walks back forward. And lowers her head to drink.

[jensen ackles]

mark for if i have the time :3c

[wildfur2202]

mark

[♔Voltaire♔]

fable name: Mythril
entry:

wip