by PixieStoryteller » Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:02 pm
Username: PixieStoryteller
PTD's name: Braden
Reason for that name: I wanted something gentle and quiet, something befitting his capability to make things grow and the first name that I came up with was Briar Moss from the Circle of Magic book series by Tamora Pierce. However, I didn't want to copy cat so I looks for a semi-similar name that still created a gentle, caring atmosphere and I came up with Braden. ^^
PTD's gender: Male
A story or art of your own making about this PTD/what this PTD makes you think of:
Braden stalked quietly and alone through the forest that was his home. He was a very introverted PTD and he rather enjoyed the quiet solitude of the dark forest beneath the tree crowded sky. Occasionally he felt lonely and just now, as he raised his head to see the leaves ever blocking the majority of the sun from coming down, Braden felt a shadow of remorse and regret pass over his soul. Just then, however, he felt some part of his forest was in need of him.
Breaking from his sad reverie, Braden began padding in the direction of the voice calling for him. It was no intelligible voice, only PTDs with his own skills could hear it. It was the call of the young plants, desperate, something was wrong.
When Braden had reached the young plant, he came to see it was a small tree, trying desperately to grow. But it's seed had fallen to close to an older tree which not only blocked most of the light(not normally a problem in those woods as the trees had to be hardy to grow with so little light start with anyway) but in addition, this tree's leaves were so numerous that not a drop of water hit the ground near the little sapling. It was so frail and was loosing its brown leaves at a sorrowful rate. Braden knew what he had to do.
Stepping up to the frail little trunk, Braden closed his eyes and gently laid his nose against the smooth young bark. The little tree trembled at his touch.
Through Braden's mind passed memories of his father, doing the very same thing that Braden now was doing and he felt his power being unlocked as it had so many years ago when he had lived with his family. Braden felt the power suddenly activated and then sucked from him into the very veins of the dying treelet. Slowly, the sapping of power from him slowed and finally Braden could open his eyes on the young tree.
He raised, wearied, but well please by the joyous silent song of the tall tree that stood before him. It had grown and weaved around and up beside its parent tree and now gloried in the burst of sunlight that most saplings took years to taste.
Braden left his charge, the silent praises still ringing in his mind having entirely forgotten about being lonely. At least he'd forgotten it for now... Who knew what the future would bring...
Anything else: I don't think so... ?
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PixieStoryteller on Sun Jan 20, 2013 4:00 am, edited 2 times in total.
