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Username + ID: Exitium + 626371
Prompt: "Write about what your aero would do if
they ended up being the "chosen one" for a heroic journey?"
Aero(s) Involved:
Druidic Eidolon #302
My Entry:
585 words
The sound of bushes rustling and trees whipping under the pressure of heavy winds, is no longer a familiar and comforting sound. Dunes of sand and earthen ground span farther than the eyes can see. Trees that once stood stall and mighty have been replaced by pillars of eroding limestone and hardened sand, and citizens remain indoors away from the hazards of the outside world. Deep in the center of this faux-ghost town stands an intimidating sandstone fortress and numerous watch towers. Taken over by a desert-dwelling elemental, these lands waste away day by day, waiting for the end...or the arrival of a chosen savior.
[ENTER => Druidic Eidolon]
Shuffling his feet, he carefully moved piles of treasured socks around for his denmate to clean. Cleaning materials were always scarce, so his wonderful denmate would utilize the plants growing from their body to soak dirt and debris out of his precious socks, after which they would fan the fabric dry with thick leaves. "Another day, another pair of socks left abandoned in the city..." he said in a somber tone, clipping down pairs of freshly cleaned socks onto their dusty fireplace. "You'll find a way to rescue more socks, Druidic. I know you aren't affected by the hazardous environment outside...don't look at me like that! You really thought I wouldn't notice the six new pairs of socks you gained overnight?" Mint Grinder sighed, shaking their head at their denmate. 'Soon enough, we won't even HAVE a guest room because of his sock horde' Mint Grinder thought, shaking their head as Druidic Eidolon chirped and ducked his head in embarrassment.
Fate cast its gaze upon an eccentric critter and its fellow critter, making the decision to salvage the lands.
{BY MOON AND SUN, WIND AND DUST
THE POWER OF SIX HUNDRED MEN- THE POWER OF SIX HUNDRED SOCKS
SOUL UNBLEMISHED AND DESIRES HONORABLE, GO FORTH ECCENTRIC CHILD, CHARGE TOWARDS SALVATION WITHOUT FEAR}
Fate echoed a poetic prophecy, leaving it up to the sock-loving critter to understand its message.
[ENTER => Druidic Eidolon]
"...did you hear that voice?" Druidic Eidolon questioned hesitantly, chains rattling as he flipped around to face his denmate. "Yep. I think this means you're the 'Chosen One', buddy. I'll...find the sock pouches for your journey." Mint Grinder said in amusement, wondering how exactly six hundred socks could equal the power of six hundred 'men'. "Huh...you won't be joining me? What if I get distracted or fall in a pile of shiny trinkets?" he nearly whined, nervously trilling as he fixed his trail of dust and sand. "You're the one with the prophecy, Druidic! Besides, I wouldn't survive an hour out there. My plants would wilt!" they started, pausing to mull over their next words, "Anyways...if you don't let yourself be distracted, you can roll around all you want in your socks, and collect shiny metals and trinkets! You need to save our lands first, Druidic Eidolon. You wouldn't want to ruin any of your socks by goofing off, now would you?" Mint Grinder snickered, knowing that would set him off. Totally worth it!
《So it seems that Druidic Eidolon would willingly do whatever it takes, should he be selected as a savior or the "Chosen One". A sock obsessed sand goat goes nowhere without socks, however, so it is no surprise that he would be required by Fate to carry every single sock with him to channel the power to save the lands. Let's just hope he doesn't find out about golden socks!》
Username + ID: Exitium + 626371
Prompt: "Write about what your aero would do if
they ended up being the "chosen one" for a heroic journey?"
Aero(s) Involved:
Druidic Eidolon #302
My Entry:
585 words
The sound of bushes rustling and trees whipping under the pressure of heavy winds, is no longer a familiar and comforting sound. Dunes of sand and earthen ground span farther than the eyes can see. Trees that once stood stall and mighty have been replaced by pillars of eroding limestone and hardened sand, and citizens remain indoors away from the hazards of the outside world. Deep in the center of this faux-ghost town stands an intimidating sandstone fortress and numerous watch towers. Taken over by a desert-dwelling elemental, these lands waste away day by day, waiting for the end...or the arrival of a chosen savior.
[ENTER => Druidic Eidolon]
Shuffling his feet, he carefully moved piles of treasured socks around for his denmate to clean. Cleaning materials were always scarce, so his wonderful denmate would utilize the plants growing from their body to soak dirt and debris out of his precious socks, after which they would fan the fabric dry with thick leaves. "Another day, another pair of socks left abandoned in the city..." he said in a somber tone, clipping down pairs of freshly cleaned socks onto their dusty fireplace. "You'll find a way to rescue more socks, Druidic. I know you aren't affected by the hazardous environment outside...don't look at me like that! You really thought I wouldn't notice the six new pairs of socks you gained overnight?" Mint Grinder sighed, shaking their head at their denmate. 'Soon enough, we won't even HAVE a guest room because of his sock horde' Mint Grinder thought, shaking their head as Druidic Eidolon chirped and ducked his head in embarrassment.
Fate cast its gaze upon an eccentric critter and its fellow critter, making the decision to salvage the lands.
{BY MOON AND SUN, WIND AND DUST
THE POWER OF SIX HUNDRED MEN- THE POWER OF SIX HUNDRED SOCKS
SOUL UNBLEMISHED AND DESIRES HONORABLE, GO FORTH ECCENTRIC CHILD, CHARGE TOWARDS SALVATION WITHOUT FEAR}
Fate echoed a poetic prophecy, leaving it up to the sock-loving critter to understand its message.
[ENTER => Druidic Eidolon]
"...did you hear that voice?" Druidic Eidolon questioned hesitantly, chains rattling as he flipped around to face his denmate. "Yep. I think this means you're the 'Chosen One', buddy. I'll...find the sock pouches for your journey." Mint Grinder said in amusement, wondering how exactly six hundred socks could equal the power of six hundred 'men'. "Huh...you won't be joining me? What if I get distracted or fall in a pile of shiny trinkets?" he nearly whined, nervously trilling as he fixed his trail of dust and sand. "You're the one with the prophecy, Druidic! Besides, I wouldn't survive an hour out there. My plants would wilt!" they started, pausing to mull over their next words, "Anyways...if you don't let yourself be distracted, you can roll around all you want in your socks, and collect shiny metals and trinkets! You need to save our lands first, Druidic Eidolon. You wouldn't want to ruin any of your socks by goofing off, now would you?" Mint Grinder snickered, knowing that would set him off. Totally worth it!
《So it seems that Druidic Eidolon would willingly do whatever it takes, should he be selected as a savior or the "Chosen One". A sock obsessed sand goat goes nowhere without socks, however, so it is no surprise that he would be required by Fate to carry every single sock with him to channel the power to save the lands. Let's just hope he doesn't find out about golden socks!》