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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 3, 2018 4:43:37 GMT -6
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 3, 2018 4:50:10 GMT -6
Strange.. Strange could be perhaps one of the many thoughts running through one’s head, when passing this notable garden. Usually the gate would be locked tightly against visitors, or anyone else passing through the stone paved path of the main road of which many gardens whose fence wasn’t build nearly as tall, or show only a locked gate. Should one walk closer to the barely open gate, and take a moment to inspect the structure of the fence, one can easily notice that whoever owns it, has taken the time to make certain that the design pleases the eye.
A beautiful black iron fence surrounds this particular garden with an intricate pattern of woven vines that entwine each other, the leaves of the vines close any large gaps in the fence, leaving only room enough for a rat or similar sized creature to squeeze through it. At the summit of the fence the vines give way to straight lines that form at the tip spikes taking the shape of rosebuds.
When one gets a good look at the gate it seems to come as no surprise that it carries on a similar appearance as the fence, the only distinct difference with it is that the gate is at the top more rounded than horizontal, a large leaf decorated with the venous blood vessels in a slightly green tint acts as a door-handle, with below it a keyhole. The most noteworthy divergence from this spot is where exactly the keyhole is set into. For if it has been just leafs one might not have given it a second glance. The keyhole is placed on a symbol that looks like the sun, but it seems to miss something, at the inside of the circle there are a couple of lines and dots that lead to something more.. Though, with a hole in the pattern, it is hard to find out what that could be.
Should one decide not to travel along in order to get to their own garden or of a friend, and feel the need to explore in a garden that more often than not has its gate closed, and locked tightly. Should one push the gate, and allow it to swing inwards with nary a sound of creaking iron, one only needs to step inside further past the gate to truly to really understand what is concealed inside.
While one might not have been surprised at how bright green the foliage is in the garden, for what garden isn’t green and vibrant when tended to by its owner or nature itself? It is sort of how the garden is arranged that makes it so surprising. The only way to describe it in one word would be a "jungle" with how close the vegetation is packed together, it really wasn't that noticeable from outside. Within this garden there is a distinct exotic rainforest atmosphere in here, notwithstanding the weather in the garden is the same as outside it, but it is dominated by a assortment of rather exotic floral that almost seems to be taken straight from the very jungles themselves.
It is very likely at this section of the garden, that if one disturbes the natural sounds of the forest, such as treading on a pair of twigs loudly when walking on the only distinct path seen in the garden, hearing the sound of small creatures scurrying away from whoever made the sound isn’t too uncommon, nor is it that they might be given away their presence from under the dense foliage in order to acquire the most immediate route of safety in the easiest manner possible. The little paws would make first easy to see imprints in the ground close to the vegetation, before, the only way to determine where they went is the small indents of the gravel, for most they would be too fast to observe with the eyes where they went or what they even looked like if one hasn’t even caught the sight of their orange fur.
Sometimes, should one continue further on the path, small scratch marks of supposedly the same creatures one might see running away from danger, are visible on the rounded wooden boards that replace the gravel every half meter it seems.
Following the path that curves on occasion to the left and right, it takes a long while for one to hear something different compared to all the birds chirping and sometimes full out singing. A crashing of water in a continued momentum, the distinct noise coming from a waterfall, and by the sound of it, a rather large one.
The different types of colorful floral are seen less by the minute, making way for more vibrant green foliage, and while the path one walks upon is still the same, by now if one looks closely at the tree’s surrounding the path, a pattern starts being recognized in the way those tree’s grew. Whether it is the really tall ones, or average sized tree, they all share the same feature where the thicker branches are closely entwined, connecting one tree close to another, no matter how much distance the tree trunks have from each other.
When one gets to the final bend in the track, and is past the last rounded board of the path to keep the gravel away from the grass, and the sound of water crashing down is at its loudest, the waterfall is shown in the most exhilarating way. The most pure clean water crashes in a lake which is almost twice as big as the meadow that one wanders in. The water, it isn't anything like what one would most expect from a waterfall, where those usually have a darker earthy blue hue as the grunge from the shore and small rocks get dragged in the harsh stream only to come crashing into the next water surface with the same outcome. Yet, this one has a certain aquamarine tint to it, not often seen even in the wild.
If someone then starts looking at the shore, they will see the grass is growing almost completely over the boundary of the lake with tiny flowers growing in the meadow, yet, it doesn’t have only tiny flowers within it. Large flat rocks are scattered within the field as well, some large enough that even from the stories known a Greater Dragon Oak has no trouble sitting on it.
Because of the waterfall, a continuing rhythm of ripples appear within the lake where the water crashes into, and more often than not, steam rises in those parts of the water surface. One only needs to be in just the right position to see that not only does the lake shimmer where the rays of sunlight touch the water, the steam allows a rainbow to be seen forming from all the tiny droplets of water rising up in the air and becoming prismatic by nature.
Peaceful is the word one might find fitting quite well within this part of the garden, the sound of the water as it crashes against the surface, birds unseen by the eyes, yet heard all the same as they sing, wind blowing gently against the foliage, making a sound all in its own way as the leaves flutter against each other. Relaxing is another way to describe the atmosphere, it is almost like one has never truly entered the garden before, and even so..
Sometimes when one enters the meadow, a stranger, it isn’t uncommon to hear a sudden splash of water as a shimmering white tail disappears under the surface, only to be seen for a scarce few seconds till it is gone from sight. Quite obviously startled by the new presence, and choosing to hide instead of being seen by whoever surprised it.
So far one of the most common thing to see, if one resolves to look around more carefully, is the sight of frolicking Lola’s in the breeze as they float around the tree branches, or sway in the motion of the wind, sometimes twirling in a pattern only they understand the significance of.. As timid as they might be, they're not as easily startled by the visual sight of strangers intruding the meadow, taking the easy decision to play at a higher altitude in the air, out of reach from wandering hands.
From the waterfall the sounds of steady flowing water crashing down unforgiving on the stones littered below, or along the surface when there is none is a noise heard constantly, even the wind stops sometimes with blowing gentle against the foliage in a regular pattern. The birds stop at moments too, feeling a tension hanging in the air that wouldn’t quite appreciate the short notes they sing. When a stranger is present, one might notice all that when they step inside the meadow. Not even sounds one might pick up from bushes rustling or chattering of small animals as they pass through the vegetation looking for food or a rough romp with others of their kind can be heard when a strange tension hangs in the air. They rather stay quiet and hidden even more than usual when it happens.
One might have even noticed by now, that not one of the creatures has yet to appear and chase away the stranger from their own territory, whether they would succeed in it or not would always depend on the trespasser themselves.
Should one decide to stay for a long while at the meadow, it is often that one might see in the corner of their eye the sunlight being reflected not by the water surface, but rather a rectangle shaped box padded with four different heavy locks on it. That is something one might find to be on its own a curiosity, seeing it all by itself, seemingly out of place compared to the rest of the environment.
If one resolves to get a nearer look at the box, one might observe that it is without a doubt nailed to the tree a couple of years ago, for bark is starting to grow over the metal plating. The metal even looks to be corroded with rust at some parts, and yet, one might notice that something seems off with the whole appearance it emits.
The box isn’t exactly dented in a way that might happen when one uses it often, rather, the rust seems off somehow. More dark red than brown in tint, and splattered in a strange pattern instead of having large sections be covered in it, should one decide to wipe a little part off it, and bring it close enough to their nose in order to smell it. One might find that the scent is familiar, and either figure out rather quickly what the source of familiarity might be, or ponder for a long while on what it could be if one have the patience for it.
A few letters that are clear from the substance are engraved just above the heavy locks, should one set about wiping the rustic substance from the metal till it is fairly neat, it is easier to interpret the message penned in a manner to strike fear in whoever invaded this particular garden.
'Tresspassers congratulationss for having made it thuss far, now face the consequencess for tresspassing without a guide..'
It is at that point a low haunting growl seems to come from all sides, making it difficult for one to decide precisely where it comes from, more often than not, it freezes the trespasser in place, not knowing where it might be safe to run, or how to fight it. For unlike a normal growl even by large creatures, this one seems to carry double undertones within of a raging storm descending on its unfortunate victims like a tidal wave..
Should one have not run by the time it is so close the growl seems to be reverberating inside the victim’s own body, drops of water from above might cause one to look upward and ascertain just what has decided to make its presence known.
The sight that greets whoever has overstayed their boundary might make one wish to never have entered in the first place…
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 3, 2018 5:02:58 GMT -6
Done registry Only one path seems to exist inside this garden that leads people towards the meadow, and yet..
Should one take a closer look past the rusted metal box splattered in old blood, and have an excellent eye for tracking, one would notice that some of the bushes have their twigs broken, and those twigs laying on the ground have been trampled on often enough to be broken in multiple pieces. The small clumps of grass blades growing past the meadow here are bent on certain spots, all leading the way to a path not made by humanoid hands, but rather.. their feet. The imprint of boots in the soil is easier to find when it is not hidden in foliage, and from time to time one can see small imprints of other creatures joining the humanoid on the trail leading to somewhere.
Going from a straight trail, to curving quickly a left or right, even backtracking should there be no more signs of broken twigs or the often seen footprints of the humanoid, it takes a total of fifteen minutes for the mysterious trail to lead one to something not often seen in a garden. Supported on poles at each corner the structure is built on, its position high up off the ground, the small building resembles a wooden garden house more than it does as a tree house with a winding staircase leading to the balcony and front door.
Should one enter the house, the first thing one would notice is that it only consists of one room with windows only at the sides and front door, the back is bare of windows, not that it mattered much as when the white curtains are pushed aside from all the windows the sunlight easily reached every corner of the room, and gives it a pleasant homely feeling to it. In the right corner, more at the back are tall cabinets made of dark wood with each containing different objects or food that doesn’t need to be stored in a cooling device. And if it so happens that the objects are too large to be stored inside the cupboards, it is leaning against it, ready to be used at a moments notice.Red Dice____________________________________________________________________________Toy Mouse____________________________________________________________________________Squeaky Ham____________________________________________________________________________Bone____________________________________________________________________________Leather Gloves____________________________________________________________________________
Should one take a peek at what is located on top of the Cabinet, one will at first simple find old dusty scrolls tied up with a ribbon, and while at first that might not be all that interesting, should one pull on the ribbons and open them, they might start to get a little interesting.
All the scrolls are crudely hand drawn maps of the garden itself, each one just a little bit different compared to the other in some way..____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________
Nimbus Floof Pillow, Moon Panillow____________________________________________________________________________Nimbus Floof Blanket, Grey Pet Blanket____________________________________________________________________________Green Towels____________________________________________________________________________Green De-Matter Comb, Green Brush, Claw Clippers____________________________________________________________________________Hand Mirror____________________________________________________________________________Orange Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste Plains Berry____________________________________________________________________________Nothing Here____________________________________________________________________________Toilet Paper____________________________________________________________________________
Mini Pet Treats, Fish, Fruit, Meat, Leaf, Bug____________________________________________________________________________Garden Pellets, Superior Pellets, Pure Water Drops, Enriched Water Drops____________________________________________________________________________Cookies____________________________________________________________________________Roasted Seeds, Light, Medium____________________________________________________________________________Thea Bags, Red, White____________________________________________________________________________Wooden Travel Mug____________________________________________________________________________Spoon, Spork____________________________________________________________________________Matches, Tea Candles, Tea Candle Holders____________________________________________________________________________Food Bowl, Water Bowl____________________________________________________________________________Green Canteen____________________________________________________________________________Nothing here____________________________________________________________________________ The heart of the room only has two purple beanbags to sit on or have it pushed together, and create a makeshift mattress with pillows and a blanket taken from one of the cupboards when needed to possess a temporal bed for the night.
At the left corner of the room, one could on occasion see a toy or two left behind, maybe a water or food bowl as well, but not much else.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 10, 2019 16:28:44 GMT -6
“It’s been a really long time that I was here last..” She muses to herself as she closes the gate to her garden. While she can see the area is still the same as always, the fact that things have become rather overgrown in vegetation as the path leading towards the meadow is hardly visible means some pruning will be needed for it, not to mention getting rid of the leaf litter on the path. “At least the Leaf-Scatter’s territory is right here, so I’m sure I’ll encounter them soon.” She says while listening to the birds singing. Taking out of her coat the leather gloves she had rolled into a ball, and putting them on, she then took out of her pocket the all-purpose pocket knife, and pulling up the knife part of it. She can easily see she needs to saw some of the longer twigs off the bushes, and likely after that need to get the leaf litter and weed out of the gravel that is surviving despite the cold and rain from the past week so that it looks like a path again. Usually she just lets her garden be overrun with the vegetation as that tends to work best for all the critters living here, but that doesn’t mean she should let the paths she made by herself that leads to the meadow also be overrun with it. *1
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 10, 2019 16:28:55 GMT -6
Sawing off first the more thicker branches first, she is glad for the fact that while it has hardly been snowing as of yet, the weather seems to have been stormy enough the few days before that most of the leaves have fallen of the trees and bushes, which while it is a mess. Makes it at least a little easier in seeing which parts she’d just need to make shorter, and its not like she’d need to carry all the leaves and weed to another place, pushing it off the path is good enough for her. It will rot away through the winter, and maybe the leaf-scatterers could still use the leaf litter to keep themselves warm as well if they haven’t made tunnel’s in the ground to nest in. ‘I could use some music perhaps? Might make it easier to lure the Leaf-scatterers to the entrance should they be near enough to hear it, and in the mean time I can enjoy it.’ She muses inside her mind while listening to the birds that feel brave enough to sing in the cold weather.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 10, 2019 16:29:05 GMT -6
Nodding to herself, she puts the pocket knife down on the ground first, gathers what branches she was able to saw off, and arranges them to form at her side a somewhat dry platform for the radio to sit on. She’d only been busy for less than seven minutes, but was able to make quick work in having at least two meters done with the thicker and longer branches. It will be the smaller ones that are going to be an annoyance considering how many of them that are there. But at least they should be somewhat easier. Taking off her backpack, and putting it temporarily on the platform, she zips open the largest compartment. Taking care to carefully lift out the radio, and have it switch places with her bag. Zipping the bag closed and swinging it onto her back again, only needing a moment to have the straps sit comfortably before she can focus on the radio.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 10, 2019 16:29:29 GMT -6
“Now, which radio station should I choose?” She murmurs while turning it on, already hearing a song getting blared out of the radio, which while catchy, isn’t one she is particular interested in hearing. Switching to another one, she gets to hear one that piques her interest more. She thinks it might be of some foreign band as the song texts doesn’t seem to be anything that she could relate to with what is happening locally. Still, it doesn’t matter all that much. Making the radio blare out the music just a midge louder, she than picks up the pocket knife and gets back to work. Sawing off the smaller branches and throwing them farther away in the bushes, hopefully landing on the ground, and if not. Then hopefully in spring the birds could pick out the twigs from them for their nests. “The cycle of life in full swing.” She mutters in an amused tone. *4
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 10, 2019 16:29:46 GMT -6
Humming along with the music makes her feel rather relaxed to be working in the garden. The singing of the birds fades more into the background as she works and listens to the songs played out on the station. Just about fifteen minutes later when she feels like the smaller branches where at a good length and more importantly cut short enough that they won’t trouble anyone walking the first two meters on the path, she starts to carefully scoop up the leaf litter with her gloves, throwing it under the bushes, and taking care not to have too much gravel get lost in the progress of scooping it up. “Well hello there, little weed.” She mutters with a grin as she sees something green sprout under the leaf litter she just removed. Plucking it out of the ground, she rubs her gloved fingers at the roots for a few seconds to make the gravel come loose from the roots.
*5 Twilight 0.5
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Post by Renathan on Dec 10, 2019 17:41:07 GMT -6
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 15, 2019 10:33:09 GMT -6
Once the gravel is gone, she throws it into the bushes. She’ll likely need to do that with every weed she pulls out in order to not loose too much gravel from the path itself, as replacing the gravel for new one when it could have been prevented would only annoy her in the end. Turning back on her task of scooping up the leaf litter she blinks in surprise as something round and pink rolls towards her. “Chrii! Chrii!” She hears one of her Leaf-Scatters say as he or was it a she? Seem to play with a berry, and not just any berry. “Maybe I should have brought a ball for you little ones to play with?” She murmurs as she is quick to grab the berry before it could be squashed by them. That would be unfortunate should that happen. “Murr..” She hears one of them say suddenly, disappointment dripping from their tone. It took a moment to figure out who it was. “Ahh! Oren, sorry about that..” She says when she finally recognizes which one of the currently four Leaf-scatterers are in the group, there are only two males of the six that live in the garden, and with those two at least she is more then familiar with. “I can give you something in return for it though!” She says with a friendly smile as Chiyu comes closer to her, sniffing at her jeans. She is quick to switch out the berry with a packet of fruit treats and hands one to Chiyu as he is the closest to her who is quick to grab the treat and run a small distance away from her. “Come Oren, you can get yours too.” She says while showing him the treat. Oren huffs at the sight of the treat, glaring at the coat pocket she stored his berry in.
*6 Chiyu LV 15.1, LY 10.1 Oren LV 17.2, LY 14.2 | “Come” -1
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 15, 2019 10:33:31 GMT -6
She bites her lip lightly as she sees Oren didn’t feel like coming closer, she can only guess it is because of his missing berry he used as a ball. Though, that he now is berryless makes her see it is only recently it fell out of his tail as it hasn’t repaired itself yet to close up, that will likely still take a few days. “C’mon Oren. It might not be a berry, but it still tastes quite good. Come Oren!” Well, she hadn’t tasted them herself, but she can see from the way Chiyu is nibbling on it with a certain content expression on his face, he is certainly enjoying himself. “Murrr..” Oren turns his back on her, not in the mood to listen, his tail lashing out slightly in irritation. That berry really means a lot to him huh? She couldn’t help but wonder as she sees him acting this way. The two females for now she can tell are keeping their distance from her, still slightly nervous. Which is understandable. She hadn’t exactly bonded with most of the Leaf-Scatterers yet when she released them in her garden, and left them mostly to their own devices.
*7 Chiyu LV 15.2, LY 10.2 Oren LV 17.3, LY 14.3 | “Come” -2
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 15, 2019 10:33:43 GMT -6
The garden is big enough to offer a lot of hiding opportunities, different food sources, and in some parts of the garden even a different terrain as it is either more a dried out part of the garden where hardly any plants grow, or wet enough to form a marshland that mostly those with a more fungus orientation live in. It’s certainly been a while since she visited those places. Last time she was busy with one of her Trick-Serpents, but got distracted by a strange new creature that made its appearance. She hadn’t seen one quite like it before, but she was able to tame it in the end enough to come closer to her so she could feed it. But at that point lost sight of Nasya again. “Come Oren, it tastes really good.” She murmurs as Oren looks slightly in her direction, before looking away once more. She’ll likely have to find a replacement for the berry she took from him before he is satisfied again. Shrugging, she breaks the treat in two pieces and throws it near the two females. She’ll need a closer look at their bodies before she is certain who exactly she is dealing with of the females. “At least I didn’t make you angry at me.” She says with a half-smile at Chiyu as he comes closer, petting him carefully on the head and gaining a cheerful, “Chrii!” for her effort.
*8 Chiyu LV 15.3, LY 10.3 Oren LV 17.4, LY 14.4 | “Come” -3
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 15, 2019 10:33:53 GMT -6
While stroking Chiyu’s head she can’t help but wonder how exactly Oren’s berry was able to just detach from his tail. As from previous harvesting it feels like they have an aversion of getting rid off it themselves, and usually they don’t even seem to care something is growing on the tip of their tail. Be it a rose, a leaf, or in this season’s case, a berry. “I wonder if you’d allow me to get your berry too Chiyu?” She says while looking at the leaf-scatter’s face, it seems almost like he is grinning at her. “Mrew?” He seems to question her about something, but as she doesn’t know what he is asking as she doesn’t speak his language, she ignores it for a moment in favor for taking out a few treats again from the fruit packet she brought along. “Chiyu try sitting?” She asks while hovering the treats above his nose, and easily sees him sniff at them. “Mrrr?” He tilts his head in different directions as he stares at them, wondering what he is supposed to do in order to get those treats. “Murrr..” She looks away from Chiyu and into Oren’s direction as he seems to have made that sound, and sees him staring at them, eyes half narrowed as his body is turned into their direction again.
*9 Chiyu LV 15.4, LY 10.4 | “Sit” -1 Oren LV 18.0, LY 15.0
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Dec 15, 2019 10:34:31 GMT -6
“Murrr..” Oren says again in a deep tone, almost a growl at the end while he keeps staring at them. It even made Chiyu look away from the treats and look into Oren’s direction with curiosity. “Mrew? Chrii! Chrii!” Chiyu seems to explain something towards Oran as he looks from him to her hand. Turning his own back towards her and flicking his tail gentle side to side. Tempting her for the berry that is still attached to Chiyu’s tail. It makes her feel tempted to just try and grab it, but she knows that likely will not go over well with Chiyu, and she doesn’t know if doing so would hurt him as well. Lowering her hand with the treats, she wonders if throwing one lightly in Oren’s direction would placate him for having taken his berry, but that might make Chiyu confused on what she had been trying to do previously. “Chiyu?” She says in a questioning tone, getting his attention, she hands him one of the treats first, then lightly threw another in Oren’s direction, and the last two in the direction of the two females that are still keeping their distance. They both pounce on the treats when it comes within their reach, mewling cheerfully when they do in their own way.
*10 Chiyu LV 16.0, LY 11.0 Oren LV 18.1, LY 15.1 Twilight 0.10
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Post by Renathan on Dec 15, 2019 15:22:52 GMT -6
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