Merry hadn't yet realized that her son had lingered back to share concerns or doubts with others, not had she yet realiZed that Consume had made his way to the clearing as well. She had a a goal in mind, a will and a want to
fix this, and she would waste no time worrying over what to her seemed like trivial things. Either this would work or it would not. Either these kin were here to help, or they were not. Either way, they couldn't afford to do nothing. If this didn't work, they would pivot.
The Motherfather would guide them should they need it. Of that she was sure.
So she made a snap at one of the motes, missed it, then set off at a run the chase the thing on a winding path through the clearing and surrounding trees. It was fast, determined to avoid capture, but Merry was faster.
However, once she caught it, it felt like the dark world had tilted, just a bit, on its axis. Mote held tight in her jaws...beak? The doe...former doe, looked down at her paws a little befuddled. She was fairly certain her feet hadn't been feet before, but they definitely were now. She wiggled her tails, humming in amusement around the mote in her mouth. Then she was prancing back towards the clearing and the helps to deliver the mote she'd caught to the lantern.
Strange things happened in the swamp, the Motherfather worked in mysterious ways. Perhaps this was just one more example of that. She didn't mind being an eaglehound.
--
The next mote was easier, and through at some point during the chase she became aware that she was, in fact, no longer an eaglehound, the mote she caught in careful jaws was much larger than the first
Did this mean something? She didn't know, and she didn't question it as she spit the thing into the lantern with the others. Instead, she turned on a hoof and raced off towards another
--
Oh, this is different.
The thought slipped through her mind as she stood, almost literally rooted to the earth, a new mote captured in careful teeth.
Everything felt like it was moving slowly, and when she looked down, where her legs had been, she found instead thin trunks with roots buried deep into the coop ground.
The doe hummed thoughtfully, unsure for long moments what to do. If she called for help the mote would fly away, if she didn't? Hmm.
While she was thinking, as time passed, she noticed a little belatedly that her hoof was tapping as she mulled it over. With a start she bounced up, prancing with relief in a giddy little circle before heading back to contribute one more mote to the hoard.
3: Your kin imagines they have become a type of familiar!
10: You capture an exceptionally large mote with no consequences.
5: Your kin imagines they are made up of one of the four elements!
1: Your kin imagines they are very, very tiny!
2: Your kin imagines they are huge!
3: Your kin imagines they have become a type of familiar!
4: Your kin imagines they are a tree and cannot move!
5: Your kin imagines they are made up of one of the four elements!
6: Your kin imagines their shadow has taken on its own life!
7: Your kin imagines they are a different species of kin!
8: Your kin imagines they are in a different climate (plain, mountains, desert, caves)!
9: Your kin imagines they are completely covered in motes!
10: You capture an exceptionally large mote with no consequences.
prolixity wrote:
"Oh, I hadn't thought of it that way." Heart murmured, "The MotherFather must have lived for quite a long, long time. It does make sense that this long night is a culmination of all past sins made. And isn't inaction a choice we make ourselves?" 
Fisheye nodded along as she took notes internally. It was a shame he didn't have more information on why this happened but the fact he had any sort of story about this was curious, fascinating to think about really. It was reassuring, as well, that even a story would allude to a solution. 
Soup? Shrine was curious as a dark and violet doe announced that food was ready. Some seemed to hesitate going forward but SHE did not. Shrine wasn't one to pass by food, poisoned or not she was gonna die full if so. The dark doe with blue markings helped herself to some and recalled a moment with her Cult mates. They had been together since the beginning and had put a lot of hard work into the careful creation of their Clan/Cult. A smile form across her maw and she truly wondered if they would show up at all.
Taste of Darkness glanced over towards the Soup Train and figured he'd pass for now. He wasn't particularly hungry and was quite content in his shadowy location for the time being. Though, with the foods arrival he now had an excuse to walk away if someone approached him.
A world without light was rather beautiful in her opinion. To stay in the darkness and live among the shadows and spirits seemed like a wonderful existence. It was an existence she was already living most of the time anyway. Still, she was a curious creature. Her curiosity had led her to this swamp in the first place. Now, she was among other curious creatures in this semi-lit grove in the woods. Her new friends floated close behind her as she explored. She had no interest in soup, merely in observing... for now. Her eyes were keen to track the Helpers and wandered often to the unusual Zikwa among their group.
"They TOOK the SUN!" Tricks yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time. "How do you take the sun??? Could I have taken the sun? Oh oh oh maybe next year I can take the MOON? Do you think we can take the moon?? Maybe revenge can wait until we take the moon...." 
"No." :l
"Are you talking about the vines and sticks that you jumped off a cliff with?" Over asked. "I saw your landing from the fishing pond. It was not impressive." He and Mud always had to be the voices of reason in this group. He still wasn't quite sure why he was here. He couldn't say it wasn't endlessly entertaining, but when the sun was missing, you had to be serious, right? He sighed. "We should probably talk to others and see if we can help or if they can help us ... do .... something," 
The darkness was her hunting ground. The sweetest time when the shadows seeped across the landscape and draped the world in black and blood. Endless darkness, now, that was something to ponder. Her food supply wouldn't be terribly affected... she didn't eat vegetation after all... but her prey needed to eat something before it was caught in her web. Weak and frail, starved prey was just... not fun. She had a family to provide for too.
"Oh, that all makes sense. Being very about the MotherFather, with a name like Chosen One. Some Kin got given different names. Some kin are named Butt. I know a fellow."
The longer Breaking waited, the busier the clearing continued to get. She heard something about sins and the MotherFather (and wasn't that a concept), greetings and disagreements, and even had spotted some rather interesting (and okay, fine, terrifying) familiars trailing around a totoma. As she cast her eyes about, she even thought she might've seen a buck she had seen near her dad at Winter Market, although she was too far away to even try to consider anything.
