Fables ✧ Lore Prompts - Oct 16-31

[elderling]

prompt: character - Stressed out
fable: Wonder + Gifted
entry:
275 words

Wonder never stopped moving, even when her form groaned beneath the strain of exhaustion's weight. The fable's joints stiffened within the dusk's gripping chill; the once soft expanse of sky Wonder had served with pride now hung hollow, her ivory fur and cobalt mane blending with the welkin and its lunar observer. Her mind was frozen, fixed, vision narrowed in on her purpose within the woods: to find the kingdom's last protector, its sole guardian.

Stress dug its teeth into her nerves, her mind, her body, forcing the engine of her heart to overpower the mind and push it past its limits. She knew the price of this all too well, having overridden her system time and time again, taking advantage of the flight it locked her nerves into when her reserves ran dry. A familiar routine, yet one not without its consequences. Sleep would not come easily, even when her mind felt heavy with the exhaustion, body unable to move from the fatigue.

She would not break from stress so easily. Not when there was still so much she had to do.

-

Gifted was no stranger to stress. It came with his profession, requiring that he live within the strenuous strain of severity forever asked of him. Restructuring the compartments within his mind was easy enough, after enough exposure. Locking away the feeling that tried to rear its head in the middle of a job soon became muscle memory, a subconscious act, every choice he had to make under threat of death was one made coolly without the flaw of feeling. This piece of his mind would not return to him for some time.

[Snowflakette]

pls skip me for rolling this round!

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: llyr
entry:

(click for full - too late to fix the wacky composition oopsie)

[ruse]

note: please skip me for rolling ✌️

prompt: world - writing
entry: What is a weather phenomenon that occurs in your world?

space It is said that the mountains of Samchawon are punctuated by the bones of a monster, or perhaps an old god. The creature's identity changes from each mouth that tells the former's tale, but the subduer's name remains the same on each tongue: Shuò. But His is a name that is familiar to all in the empire; let us dwell, then, on the mountains themselves.

The mountains slope with almost an artistic flair that is agreeable with the tastes of the empire. In the daylight, the almost pearl-colored mountains' edges are softened, and almost appear to glow. At night, the mountains blend into the dark, turning nearly silver.
Rivers cut between the mountains; small docks have been placed strategically by humans. During the day, the humans enjoy traversing the rivers to fish and even just to idle. When the humans are out and about, it is rare to see the true residents of the mountain near, for they have complicated feelings toward humanity. They weave between the trees, watching humans at times, and at other times, pretending the humans don't exist.

The weather in the mountains can be strange at times. The opaque fog of night comes to mind most vividly when conjuring weather phenomenons. It swallows up the whole of the mountain grounds, bathing them in a barely perceivable glow. Some call this phenomenon the Satiety.
To the fabled creatures who live in the mountains, the Satiety is one of the highest blessings; it cleanses the mountains while many of the mountains' residents are asleep. For the residents who remain awake during the moon's peak, the fog envelops them, offering physical and spiritual serenity.

However, to the humans who occupy outside the mountains, the Satiety is a source of both mystery and peril.
Some like to entertain the thought that the fogs are the remnants of that old monster or god's soul trying to recover its skeleton. However, the soul was made too heavy by sin to lift up to the mountain peaks, so the fog remains near the grounds for hours at a time, lost.
As if in delight, the most opportunistic of humans offer the theory that the fog is the physical form of the heavens when it descends on mortal grounds─the Entirety.
Some of these rare humans do not return from the Entirety when the sunlight pierces through and the fog lifts; for those these humans leave behind, it is as if the fog has been replicated in their hearts.
...
Lastly, there are other humans who determine the fog─paying no mind to those terms "Satiety" and "Entirety"─as only what they can glean with their naked eyes: a white, encompassing warning to stay out of the mountains at night.

space ✦

prompt: character - writing
entry: How does your fable deal with being stressed or in a high stress situation?

space A god has no reason to stress. That is something for mortals to endure. With their limited time and power, they have so many things to stress about. With His unlimited time and power, He is to take care of these stressed creatures. He cannot and will not crack under stress.

Even if the war He waged immediately brought more detriment than benefit, He would not stress. Even if His second spouse attempted to fatally poison Him, knowing that she was poisoning the well of her own life in the same moment, He would not stress. Even if His people unfailingly deepened their ties to Him so that He could not escape, He would not stress.

Even if a man helplessly died in front of Him, He would not stress.

space [Even if a man had seemingly accepted his eventual death in front of Him, He would not stress. Even if that man had said something to the effect of, "there are others would be better off being immortal," He would not stress.
(... But He chose him, didn't He? Isn't that enough?)
The god would not stress over the anticipation of counting the growing gray hairs in that man's hair. He would not frantically search for a way to make this man immortal. To make him His forever.
The god would not dwell on the fact that death has suddenly become a frightening reality to Him. He, who would live forever. But He, who would live forever without him.
...
(Isn't this a damnation? But, He is a god. Everything He has said and acted on is Truth.
He can fix this.) Everything He will say and act on will be Truth. He will be immortal.
... When he becomes immortal, he will have time to forgive Him. He knew this.
... But why did it hurt? (Oh, sweet god─here's yet some premature heartbreak.)
The god would not stress over how He would be ignoring His beloved's wishes. He ...
"Isn't that enough? Am I not enough reason for you to choose immortality?" The sweet god had replied, His voice uncommonly strained.


...
The smoke of stress will clear eventually. ]
space A god has no reason to stress. He will endure all.

[kaisisles]

prompt: world - unusual weather
entry: sun dogs!

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: wuyi
entry: before he was traumatized :^(

[persimmon]

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: Sirius
entry:

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: Galatea
entry:

[squeegi]

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: luci
entry:


prompt: world - unusual weather
entry: [ 327 words ]

[caravant]

prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: Puck
entry:


prompt: character - mood lighting
fable: Siali
entry:

[TheSongOfTheStars]

prompt: character - Mood lighting
fable: (Hyalos
entry:

[wind song]

res c;

[clouds-move-on]

prompt: world - Unusual weather
entry:

Karl has seen many an odd thing on his travels throughout Fleab, but the “lava sea”- which… isn’t really a sea, and probably isn’t really lava either- is very interesting. A constantly molten, burning pile that few creatures can live within- although, specialized boats have been constructed to traverse it.

This mass of ‘flebian lava’ as he has dubbed it, has lead to the area around it suffering from what is called lava tide’ season. The lava comes inland, the heat mounts, and the sky becomes darker than it’s usual with smog. The air can at times become so hot and soot ridden that it is deadly, but, as it is throughout the land, the people nearby are very adaptable, and have developed various means to still safely live near it.

Oh and there’s also the pitfall season, when THE VOID and it’s voidlings- Karl does not call them that, but unfortunately, his new traveling companion Isalee does- anyways, pitfall season is when THE VOID and the significantly smaller wormholes scattered throughout Fleab have what Karl has been calling an “anomaly crisis”, win which they will expand, shrink, or even move and die in an erratic fashion not at all like their usual pattern. This poses some risks- as they can suddenly grab someone and shove them somewhere else. A familiar feeling, so he describes it to Isalee- this, he will not elaborate further on.

prompt: character - Stressed out
fable: linked below!
entry:
It would vary greatly by the type of stress.

Crispar: Finds most social interactions outside of a specific circle to be stressful, but outwardly seems to deal with it fine. He's just... typically at least a bit stressed, even if he doesn't show it. He tends to always have a serious, level way about him. He's much more passionate than he appears, however- a threat to his family will easily have him turn aggressor, and he's not afriad to face up to an antagonizer. And if someone has an ongoing issue with him, he is far from beyond being passive aggressive, and dealing out small, petty revenges. He tends to want a long moment of silence to calm down from stress, just to lie somewhere peacefully and not say or do anything for awhile.

Cremilda: As stress builds, so does her her overall jitteryness. It gets hard for her to sit still, she needs to do something. While I think overall it takes more to get her peak stressed than it does for her husband [Crispy], super high stress situations she, oddly enough, deals with worse than him. She is at risk of shut down when in actual danger.

Duncan: The calm times seem so far away- Duncan lives his life constantly stressed but he powers through with the help of his wife, and the knowledge that if he screws up then he could ruin his son and wife's lives as well. Overall I think he deals with it well- best he can- and when he reaches burnout, he tries to keep it private. I wonder how far this'll keep working...