Staff Litter 2015 Discussion Thread V.2

[Resplendent]

I literally hyped when I saw this lovely! Well done to whoever made it! Has to be one of my favorites!

[Carolyn]

Pet's name: Amelia Pond
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AMAZING

[Realtamoon]

Woah this dude looks cool O:

it looks like Capricorn! It's freaking awesome!

[BBkat]

A capricorn?

[grizol]

Woah this dude looks cool O:

it looks like Capricorn! It's freaking awesome!

to me it also to like a hippocami goat.. WOW

[Desmond]

2014: Caer’s story

Caer did not often have trouble crossing The Great Sea. It was a large body of water, sure, but the waves were usually passable, the winds rarely more than a light gale. And though the ether was an overlaying dimension, separate from the mortal realm, it could still be affected by certain things – and few were more “certain” than water.

Water, which was very, very good at logging feathers and making flight through the darkened ether near-impossible. The dream, already ragged on one edge from a battle with a fanged monster in a forest left far behind, was just about drowned out, the hope dying within it. It would be worthless, but… Caer could not give up.

The dream needed to reach its target, or dissolve in the attempt.

Water sloshed over Caer’s nose, and the flighty little being was thankful that the mortal coil was not part of the Dream Maker’s power; none of the Carriers, not even the leader, the special dreamer Caer, needed air to breathe or food or water to drink.

It didn’t make the experience any less terrifying.

Below, the water swirled. Flashes of scales, the startling cry of the beings that dwelled within the crossrealms of the earthen water and ethereal state. There were great, monstrous things down there; things with teeth and claws and horns, things that used coils and coils of their body to pull down the victims and sap away their energy until there was little left but the flickering flame of life.

Caer struggled harder, and felt the light nick of a solid, curved horn against what passed as a form for the carrier’s energy to coalesce into. Something surged within the being’s energy, hot and burning against the cold rush of water. Fear, that’s what that was. That was what the mortals felt when they needed the soft relief of the dreams Caer and the other carriers brought unto them.

The dream sputtered. It was dying.

And Caer… was suddenly pushed through the water, arrowing under the waves with a speed not unlike that which was offered over dry land. Behind, there was a wavering note, muted only by the speed of travel and the rush of water: a battle’s cry, no, a warning of battle, should the caller be crossed.

And things answered.

Sharklike beasts, built out of sharp edges and shades, blurred into view as they sped past, some getting clipped by the horns that curved out so wickedly before it and framed Caer’s form as it rested against the thing’s large head. One shadow-beast, with its maw opened wide, was dispelled as they burst through, little more than a thing built from light – or lack thereof.

As suddenly as it started, they stopped, and Caer was thrown onto the soft, wet sandy ground that separated the dimensions once more. The carrier turned, lamplike eyes barely catching the great goatlike body as it turned and dove back under – and the huge, finned tail that had propelled them both so far, so fast.

The dream was delivered that night, as ragged and soggy as it was. Hope continued to beat within the mortal’s chest. And Caer flitted back home.

You are troubled, my creation. The gods warm embrace circled Caer, and the carrier leaned back.

“I was rescued from the water by a strange thing. I experienced fear, and I was pushed to safety.”

You do not know what to make of it?

“No. Yes. I….”

The god chuckled, gently patting Caer’s wings dry. The creature you met, Creation, was Lir. A being made out of a moment of panic and fright, it is what saves the mortals from the monsters under the sea, and the dangers of the water itself, in hopes that it may redeem itself from being unable to save its own creator.

“As I and my brethren save them from fear in the dark?”

Yes, though you need not seek redemption, my beloved creation. It must have seen fit to rescue you, too. And I thank it.

Caer’s bright eyes illuminated the warm space the creator and creation had found each other. “It deserves to know that, I think.”

A content, fond murmur of assent. Very well. What do you propose?

Oh.

Caer did not expect to be the one to decide how to reward the rescuer. Beings that dwelled in the ether did not need mortal things – did not sleep, and therefore, had no use for dreams unless they themselves made them or had them for a purpose.

How to reward a rescuer that had need of nothing?

Wait. No, not nothing. “What would mark the creature as redeemed?”

That is for one to decide on their own.

“Then… ask the stars to rearrange. Make Lir part of the sky, like us, just as it’s part of the sea. That way, it can better watch over its realm.”

I can think of no better alternative, my creation. Very well; Lir shall join the stars in the sky. And the mortals will speak of a great goat-fish for generations to come. It will be more than redeemed, Beloved. It will be remembered, and made legend.

Hints:
Pretty much every Supernatural GIF I used was an attempt to point to Winchester (and got a little clouded because I always use Supernatural GIFs), which his connection is explained below~
"I do speak carefully about some things for a reason. But is that me being me, or me dancing around something? Or, it could be both. (probably is, really): Lir, like Caer, is genderless. And it’s not really a pup, now, is it?

Third, yes, a name has been decided. And it's hanging around somewhere, like a naggy little gnat that hangs around just out of the corner of one's eye... though, not gonna tell where. And there's enough names hanging around my account/my various accounts offsite (for anyone who knows me on, like, DA or FR or Lioden or whatever) to keep you busy if you want to go on just that hint (I'd really not recommend it but it's your choice, your time to waste ID): … I named my little goaty kid in my 2015 group Lir when it grew. Nobody noticed. Lol.
"Sounds like something I would be interested in. I do love my shiny semiprecious/precious rocks. Hmmm. Curious." : No, seriously, I really, really love rocks. But that wasn't a hint, now, was it?
ZALAkdK Berkshire // http://imgur.com/ZALAkdK : My betta, Winchester. He inspired that tail, and they both are water creatures. C:

Also, to the sheer amount of people who called my lineart details “L” and “1”, those were lineart edits and it was so incredibly frustrating to see them called letters and numbers. ;n; The “L” on the throat was a waddle, which is quite common in goats. And the “1”, as a precious few people pointed out, was a hip line, common in shorthaired animals. With the back half of Lir going all fishy, I figured there wasn’t going to be too much in the way of fur back there. ID
That being said, I’m very glad those edits vanished under Lir’s new, long coat. ^^;

And, uh, I noticed people really wanting a certain handful of others to grow - sorry to disappoint, today wasn't their day. ^^;;

[odin]

Omg Bentley amazing.

[Silver Tiger~]

As a Capricorn (ignoring the new 13th zodiac) I must confess, I think I have to have a small hoard of those goatfishes. Wonderful job, and what a lovely story for your beautiful pet.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

*Claps* A beautiful story.

[Crimson-Wisp]

I'm so happy with this dog tonight. I was wondering which would grow on my birthday and MAN I am not dissapointed. Very well done bentley! Great fur, lovely little scales. Beautiful tail. Love it.