Staff Litter 2019 Discussion Thread

[JK341]

oh my god! this is amazing!

Ok woah! Now that is really epic, right there! ^^ I thought i had missed it at first but my pup just hasnt grown quite yet whew! xD

[lovenoted]

oh my god! this is amazing!

Imagine this walking up to you while you're at the beach

Naah i'm just kidding. Amazing outcome! The face looks super cute

[XxFlamepoolxX]

Im stuck between tonight’s dog making me uncomfy and really liking it. I think its the hyper details and the fact that it has legs but looks like a whale.

Beautiful design though

[grey matter]

Vein the orca, huh... I like.

[Desmond]

Previous Stories

Some things cannot be healed by dreams. Some things, hope cannot yet touch, because the healing needs to begin in the memory.

Within the changing world, wounds ran deeper into the souls and minds of mortals. They actively hurt one another, in ways that only they could invent, with intent to cause as much harm as possible. Caer and the Dream Carriers had tried for so long to help tend to the masses, but success had become a rare and precious event. So many had fallen, and so many would fall, still, if nothing changed.

Lir protected those who ventured into the deep, but had no presence on land. Soláthraí held to the ever-shrinking wilderness, but could only shield, not heal. Aidan cared for the dead, and the strange-but-sharp little Dorje prevented the manipulation of minds - including the hope borne of Carried Dreams.

Introducing hope where none remains would not work; like transplanting a lily into barren soil, the flower would die or be destroyed. But heal the earth, mend and nurture what is already there, and a seed could take root, and grow stronger and hardier, acclimated to the only conditions it knew.

Caer turned to The Creator, questioning, and received no answer.

Yet another worrying trend.

Forgotten deities faded in a very peculiar fashion, and Caer had watched others falter. Loss of power and influence tumbled into the loss of their voice within the realms of existence. They would then lose insight, blind to the mortal world, and then deafened by the silence of those who once exalted their names. And then, one day, their light would finally go out.

And with the Lord of Dreams darkened, fear and despair would flare.

Life would devolve into a period of suffering for the mortal coil.

Unsettled, Caer dreamed.

---

The sea roiled with the storm’s winds, waves biting at the coast as if trying to take a bite from the rock and sand. The sky flashed with lightning, and the clouds churned, threatening to spiral. White spray rose as if trying to meet the impending water spouts, meeting the torrential rain in a haze of confused water. Undeterred, a large, dark fin rose from the depths, then smoothly returned to the turbulent water, unremarkable were it not for the calm, steady nature of the motion within the chaos.

The storm was temporary, after all. Others would come just like it, but in the end, the clouds would pass, and the winds would die down. The water would calm under the clear sky, and life would go on. Peace was not a thing of the past. Remember?

The winds picked up as hail fell, the lightning branching down and striking at the waves, as if to further incite them into violence, and drown out memories of the serene coastline. Much longer, and the coast that remained would no longer be the same; the new beach would have only ever known the tempest.

A splash - controlled, commanding attention. Focus.

But no. No. There would always be something that remained. Nothing was ever truly destroyed, only displaced, or changed. Physical aspects do not, by themselves, create an identity.

And nothing is ever truly lost as long as it is never forgotten.

As if badly wounded, the storm’s intensity sharply fell, the winds reeling back from some unseen impact. The sky lightened, and the vast downpour became a squall.

A squall that would, given time, give way to a beautiful sunrise.

---

The worry within Caer did not recede, but hope had started to reawaken.

But the key wasn’t hope. Not this time. It was memory.

Caer turned to The Creator, even as the ancient being turned its attention to the Dreamer, radiating pride. Only one thing was said, a name that echoed in the Dream Realm:

Munin.

[catmother456]

I love that story Desmond! And the name and outcome! ❤️

[JK341]

^^^ agreed, awesome story as always! c:

[flamestar1315]

oh my god! this is amazing!

Imagine this walking up to you while you're at the beach

Naah i'm just kidding. Amazing outcome! The face looks super cute

This has to be one of my favorite developments

[Obius]

Cool orca Desmond! Totally did not expect this!

And Aquilafuga, I love how ellegant your pupper is! She looks stunning!

[Kesidi]

oh my god! this is amazing!

Yaaas I LOVE this baby 😍 I mean I really liked the previous stage and to be honest I was expecting it to grow majestically, but man this is even better than what I imagined 😍