❤ Rosette ❤ wrote:Can you tell me a story?
Old Man Crocolily wrote:"Once, when I was younger, the crocs of Gloomy Forest Stream and of Misty Lake had a great quarrel. Nothing tragic happened... but it broke many bonds for a time. We were on a brink of a feud. That is against our general nature, nowadays... Thankfully we all acme to our senses before anyone got hurt or... killed. I don't even recall what it was about! Strange..."
"There was once a terrible feud like that in ancient history, but they were not stopped, and so it was quite bloody..."
"Once two crocs tribes, who were called the east and western tribes at that time, agreed to travel to each other's homes in an attempt to become allies. However, an unknown difference arose. there were great fights and many were injured or fell dead... like with our much less dire feud, towards the end is seemingly had no point..."
❤ Rosette ❤ wrote:Would you mind telling us about your old sweetheart? I thought crocolilies often mated for life.
Old Man Crocolily wrote:"Of course not! I don't mind."
"She was a very wise a pretty croc, even when she was young. Jasmine and I were always friends..."
"We never ended up as mates, however, and nothing came of our love. The feud saw to us being forced to separate for some time, and when we met each other and become friends again, it just seemed to be too late. Eventually she found another mate... He is dead now, but he was a very good fellow, and I bear him no grudge, not anymore. They had children, too, maybe you'll meet them on your travels? Please do send my regards! Tell them they're welcome to the stream at anytime. I would love to sit and swap stories and mushrooms with her and her kids again..."
"Ever tried the mushrooms around here? They are delicious!"
♠Trollish♠ wrote:Can you tell me a story?
Old Man Crocolily wrote:"I hear humans have some mushroom legends! The kimbers and the crocs shared a similar one, and here's a bit of it."
"It is said a small creature, known, as roughly as I can translate it, as the bird-moth, would harvest the mushrooms. They're incredibly hard to catch, these bird-moths. They come in the dead of night, and next day, many mushrooms are gone! Many say this is just a fable, as mushrooms do appear and then vanish quickly by nature,. However, I knew a guy, who had a cousin, who said his mother and father have actually seen bird-moths! Interesting, and they so sound possible."
Misconceptions wrote:Can you tell me a story?
Old Man Crocolily wrote:"I learned this one as a kid from a band of cave crocs."
"Deep in the caves of Liland's sea,
Under the ocean, wide and deep,
Two and three, and three and two,
live the treefolk, all in white.
Once a kimber man, brave and strong
and his maiden, wise was she
ventured into the shivering deep,
to live with the treefolk, all in white.
Thrice they went and thrice they came,
then they never went again,
for the treefolk, dressed in white.
Forbade they come, forbade they might.
So, deep in the cave of Liland's sea,
under the ocean, wide and deep,
These five freefolk, dressed in white,
live alone, no friend in sight."
"... Not sure what it means, but Treefolk legends were popular. They're said to be tall, woody creature who wear white cloth and sing very loud during tempests. Thats' all I know... The legend is, however, said to be a metaphor to some long forgotten war or crisis."
*Starshimmer* wrote:Can you tell me a story?
Old Man Crocolily wrote:"The cave crocs know a lit of poems, care to hear another?"
"I was, I went, a hunting go,
I was, I went, a hunting,
For to spy the gold finch robin,
Upon his silver nest."
"I saw, I watched, I listened, quiet,
I knew, I heard, I feel,
That gold finch robin's afeared of me,
Upon his silver nest."
"I said 'Hail, robin, of gold and silver',
'Fear not me, as I come hither!'
Says gold finch robin, in mighty voice,
'Turn from me, and go back yonder!'
'You only seek my golden feathers, and the twig of my silver nest!'"
"The gold finch robin is, alike to your pot of gold at the edge of the rainbow story, an impossible goal. There are many stories like this here, and many who claim to have seen the gold finch robin. Yet he cannot under any circumstances be reached."
Old Man Croc wrote:"Thank you all for coming by. It was nice to have some new company to tell my olf stories too!"
"I think you'll find my family a bit more welcoming now, why not go up to them? Some may have already decided they'll travel with you?"
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.
- John 13:34-35
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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.
- John 13:34-35
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.
- John 13:34-35
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.
- John 13:34-35
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