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Rolling Mist
Dream Song
Turning Path
Deep Ruin
Grinning Moon
Steady Ground
Sapphire of the Desert
Stalking Bear
Blooms at Night
The Lady Doth Protest
Tattered Moth
Moss-Flower
Winter's Howl
Elder Tree
Raven at Night
The Hunger that Lingers
My Own Path
The Way of Fate
A Golden Afternoon
Survival of the Fittest
The Dark Path
The Greater Good
One Sweet Bite
Until We Part
She Who Reads Skies
Rainmaker
Rule the Roost
As the World Falls Down
Can't Crow
Song That Soothes
For the Birds
Beneath the Waves
Die Well
Path Keeper
Little Tree
Skitter
Only the Stars Remember
Soft Heart
Rules the Sun
The Faintest Glow
Forget to Live
Grave of Beetles
First Sun
Catch Me If You Can
Now You See Me
Now You Don't
Rain Falls Softly
Witching Hour
Drag You Down
Follow the Sun
Strong Roots
At My Mercy
Bleed For Me
Run For Your Life
Crooked Forest
Moonlit Flight
Starry Eyed
Even Lovers Drown
The River Runs Gold
Head Trip
Starry Dance
Blood Moon Lullaby
Old Ways
Valley of Corpses
Conjure
Tart But Sweet
Drifting Lillies
Strange Tides
Watches Over
Firefly Keeper
Beyond This Life
In Flight
Blood Trail
Fragments of a Dream
Flowering Thorn
Echoes in the Dark
Darkest Desire
Dread
When Souls Dream
Squishy
A Charmed Life
Our Sacred Dead
Eternal Judgement
Path to Dusk
Adventure Awaits
Lovers Revenge
Pandemonium
A Night With No Moon
Ill Met By Moonlight
Falling Stardust
Deep Currents
Not Just Pretty Words
The Hour of Death
Grin
Will I Wander Far
Fortune Teller
Lichen Glow
Here I Come
Petals of the Sun
Lead You Home
Groovy Kind of Love
Inner Power
Down to the Marrow
Locked Away
Root Magic
Blood Moon Rituals
Wild Fern
Witch of the Lost Sea
Can't Sleep a Wink
Clever Boy
River Carver
Bobbing at the Surface
Risk It All
Spirited
Don't Touch
Unending
This Wretched Mischief
Where the Rivers Meet
The Crossing
Heads Will Roll
Soft as Down
When Stars Fall
Led By Stars
Heart Of Truth
Follow Your Heart
Tell Me A Story
Along Came a Spider
River Pearl
Mouth Full of Feathers
Broken Moon
One Summer's Day
Will to Endure
Light Up The Night
After the Flames Have Gone
Final Burn
My Heart is Broken
Shapes in the Rain
Swirl
When Worlds Collide
Bouncing Beetle
Throw Cares Away
Song of the Deep
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Moss-Flower gazed over the assortment of Kin settled around a bonfire. It was a warm summers night with a perfect breeze rustling pelt and mane. She smiled softly as a new couple raced up the hill and gave an apologetically nervous chuckle. Quickly finding a place to rest and listen before the story began. She loved this. Some nights she felt so inspired to tell old tales and sing old songs. The travelers, journeyers, and guests seemed to enjoy it as well.
This was an old, old story she remembered her elders telling her at the great tree. And now it would continue its journey into a new era.
'The Wandering Trader'
"Welcome, my darling guests, my seekers of respite, my soul searchers from afar.. In this life I assume you have heard your fair share of tales and lore. Tonight, I would like to offer a new tale." Her eyes glinted in good humor as the firelight danced across the faces of each and every kin. "I bring you a tale that has long been told at the Great Tree. One that all kin should know. For if you know it, should you ever cross paths with the Kin, you will be prepared. Long before our time.."
"Her ears perked upright and she had to stop her mouth from falling open. It was him. She was certain of it. Though she never believed she would see him with her own eyes. To be honest she thought the stories had been false. Fantastical tales to soothe a restless child with an overactive imagination. But here he had been. And she wasn't the only one to have seen him.
She stepped forward carefully towards the place he had been standing not moments ago, her softly glowing gaze scanning the area for any traces that she hadn't been dreaming. And yet here were the signs. The hoofprints. And there, in the water, orbs of fruit bobbed and rolled across the waters surface. Offerings to the underworld.
It was said that The Wandering Trader traveled between this world and the next bringing treasures, creatures, and foods between them. His appearance foretold that something new and undiscovered would soon find its way to Matope or that something had been taken. And, with the little legs she'd seen wriggling about in the basket, she had a good idea as to what it might be. She remembered her Grandmother telling her that to receive a smile meant good fortune and long life. Though if one were to approach the Buck,with a mind to try and haggle for his exotic wares, it could spell disaster and misfortune would certainly follow a Kin for the rest of their days. Or worse.
She felt her heart beat steady and strong in her chest, excitement flushing across her petite frame like a warm summer breeze. It was really him. And this was one of his portals. It looked just like a normal pond. Smooth, glassy, dark, with thriving green plants and algae. But it was almost unnervingly still. She only now realized there were no frogs here, no insects darting about or kissing the surface for a drink, and no fish. The fruit remained floating about the ponds surface. That too sent a chill. Fruit was an offering to the portals gatekeeper to open and close the gate. It was only enough for his own passage between portals. To follow him would see a Kin trapped in the otherworld forever. Never to return.
Moss-Flower blinked and shook her head. Goodness. She was becoming quite morbid about the entire thing, a silly little filly. Maybe it was just a kooky kin trying to hold his breath for as long as he could. Any minute now he'd pop his head up and laugh and splash his fellows. The thought made her smile faintly. She stood at the edge of the pond and watched. The fruit did not move. No creatures could be seen or heard returning to the still water and the remaining kin who had witnessed the spectacle seemed to have lost interest and moved on. But she stayed.
Minutes passed, she felt herself growing more and more restless, but still she stared at the water. Half with concern, the other half a growing wariness. Finally she sighed, the water probably connected to another area, he'd likely swum through. No magic portal, no mystical trader, just an impish Buck playing a prank. She exhaled sharply through her nose and began to turn away. Until something stopped her dead in her tracks. The fruit. One by one she heard a strange sound, like when a fish swallows a bug that has come to rest upon the waters surface. Her gaze sliding back she watched in shock as each fruit was pulled beneath the surface. Gone. All gone. The water returned to its former stillness.
The fur along her spine rose in a cold kind of terror. What would do that? Images of great, otherworldly beasts flooded her imagination. Her brows furrowed and she stepped backwards quietly, carefully. Bowing her head in respect she turned and began to walk away at a brisk pace. Better safe than sorry. This was a moment she wouldn't soon forget. Though it lit a flame in her breast. If this story was true, how many others were true? Kin Lore and Storytelling was such an ingrained part of them all. Most tales were fantastical and metaphorical to give understanding to many. But which ones were truly metaphors and which were tales rooted in eyewitness truth that sounded too fantastic to be true but were told as seen? Her head swam. She wanted to know. To find out. This was only the beginning...
Inspired by the Below the Surface: Summer Event Prompt -
This was an old, old story she remembered her elders telling her at the great tree. And now it would continue its journey into a new era.
'The Wandering Trader'
"Welcome, my darling guests, my seekers of respite, my soul searchers from afar.. In this life I assume you have heard your fair share of tales and lore. Tonight, I would like to offer a new tale." Her eyes glinted in good humor as the firelight danced across the faces of each and every kin. "I bring you a tale that has long been told at the Great Tree. One that all kin should know. For if you know it, should you ever cross paths with the Kin, you will be prepared. Long before our time.."
"Her ears perked upright and she had to stop her mouth from falling open. It was him. She was certain of it. Though she never believed she would see him with her own eyes. To be honest she thought the stories had been false. Fantastical tales to soothe a restless child with an overactive imagination. But here he had been. And she wasn't the only one to have seen him.
She stepped forward carefully towards the place he had been standing not moments ago, her softly glowing gaze scanning the area for any traces that she hadn't been dreaming. And yet here were the signs. The hoofprints. And there, in the water, orbs of fruit bobbed and rolled across the waters surface. Offerings to the underworld.
It was said that The Wandering Trader traveled between this world and the next bringing treasures, creatures, and foods between them. His appearance foretold that something new and undiscovered would soon find its way to Matope or that something had been taken. And, with the little legs she'd seen wriggling about in the basket, she had a good idea as to what it might be. She remembered her Grandmother telling her that to receive a smile meant good fortune and long life. Though if one were to approach the Buck,with a mind to try and haggle for his exotic wares, it could spell disaster and misfortune would certainly follow a Kin for the rest of their days. Or worse.
She felt her heart beat steady and strong in her chest, excitement flushing across her petite frame like a warm summer breeze. It was really him. And this was one of his portals. It looked just like a normal pond. Smooth, glassy, dark, with thriving green plants and algae. But it was almost unnervingly still. She only now realized there were no frogs here, no insects darting about or kissing the surface for a drink, and no fish. The fruit remained floating about the ponds surface. That too sent a chill. Fruit was an offering to the portals gatekeeper to open and close the gate. It was only enough for his own passage between portals. To follow him would see a Kin trapped in the otherworld forever. Never to return.
Moss-Flower blinked and shook her head. Goodness. She was becoming quite morbid about the entire thing, a silly little filly. Maybe it was just a kooky kin trying to hold his breath for as long as he could. Any minute now he'd pop his head up and laugh and splash his fellows. The thought made her smile faintly. She stood at the edge of the pond and watched. The fruit did not move. No creatures could be seen or heard returning to the still water and the remaining kin who had witnessed the spectacle seemed to have lost interest and moved on. But she stayed.
Minutes passed, she felt herself growing more and more restless, but still she stared at the water. Half with concern, the other half a growing wariness. Finally she sighed, the water probably connected to another area, he'd likely swum through. No magic portal, no mystical trader, just an impish Buck playing a prank. She exhaled sharply through her nose and began to turn away. Until something stopped her dead in her tracks. The fruit. One by one she heard a strange sound, like when a fish swallows a bug that has come to rest upon the waters surface. Her gaze sliding back she watched in shock as each fruit was pulled beneath the surface. Gone. All gone. The water returned to its former stillness.
The fur along her spine rose in a cold kind of terror. What would do that? Images of great, otherworldly beasts flooded her imagination. Her brows furrowed and she stepped backwards quietly, carefully. Bowing her head in respect she turned and began to walk away at a brisk pace. Better safe than sorry. This was a moment she wouldn't soon forget. Though it lit a flame in her breast. If this story was true, how many others were true? Kin Lore and Storytelling was such an ingrained part of them all. Most tales were fantastical and metaphorical to give understanding to many. But which ones were truly metaphors and which were tales rooted in eyewitness truth that sounded too fantastic to be true but were told as seen? Her head swam. She wanted to know. To find out. This was only the beginning...
Inspired by the Below the Surface: Summer Event Prompt -
A mysterious figure with a bundle on their back is kicking fruit into the water. Their makeshift satchel wiggles. There's something inside of it- whatever it is, it's tiny and has four legs. The kin turns to you, its smile blinding and alluring. It turns back to where they were staring and walks calmly into the water to never resurface again.
A crowd gathers in shock at the absurdity of it all. Where did the kin go they all wonder.
A crowd gathers in shock at the absurdity of it all. Where did the kin go they all wonder.
Familiars
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