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Prompt 1

A1– 100 percent sanity – The Start
Draw your kin entering the haunted maze or them interacting with its contents in some way, if you intend to do the follow up art prompt, it might be fun to contrast the maze seen in full sobriety to the maze as seen under the full influence of the sinweed pollen. This can be any medium and any level of completeness.

(Art to come)

Boar did the maze every single year, and yet every single year it was something different, the snarled thorns growing in new and unusual ways or blocking off paths he'd remembered being clear and easy to traverse. This year he was sure would be no different, with the whole place a different entity than he'd seen before. Some kin sought truth in the pollen soaked paths, some sought direction they'd been lacking. He wasn't sure what he sought there, but he'd never found anything but violence and the tangled landscape of his own mind. It was a fun pasttime and challenge anyway, and this time he once again intended to go it alone. He'd considered for a fleeting moment inviting Follow The Light, he wasn't sure he could deal with how he'd feel if he accidentally ate him in the depths of pollen-madness.

Maybe they'd do it together another time.

For the time being, he headed into the maze itself, making his way under the looming snarl of thorns above the entrance and into the abject darkness that lay beyond, here the pollen was tolerable, the maze dotted around only with immature fleshy leafed flowers. The shadows cast strangely in the loose haze and all around was the heavy and unnatural quiet of the Bog. The seven's lands had always been quiet, inhospitable to the kind of fauna who liked to sing.

Or maybe the ones who lived here had simply learned that if you were silent you didn't get eaten.

Pushing through the thorns was easy enough with his thick hide and fur, with the scrapes glancing off of him.

Deep down, he felt like he enjoyed this festival because for a little while, he was able to just not be himself, to let go of the mask he wore of irritated self control at all times and be something more free, more magnificent than he was. Outside of his own mind it didn't matter, when the pollen ruled all expectations were set aside. It was a vacation of the mind, a reprieve from his duties and stresses. He didn't need to care about food stores or theives or anything like that, he only needed to care about the pollen and the maze and wherever it led him to.

So he forged on, and as he went, the sky became just a memory in the deep foliage.

Prompt 2 [imgright]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... uncert.png[/imgright]
W4– 75 percent sanity – Paralysis
Something is very very wrong, and as your kin makes their way down another winding path and runs into something terrifying. A buzzing and twisting shadow that barely holds together, it is shaped like something they might fear and it turns and slowly comes towards them, crackling and barely part of the world around it. When it comes within a few meters it lunges into a run and leaps at them, there is no way to outrun it. However as whatever it is closes the distance enough to touch your kin, it vanishes in a hiss of static, leaving nothing but shadows behind.

W7 – 50 percent sanity – In Peril
Your kin comes across another kin who is hanging on by nothing more than a thread to the edge of an impossibly deep pit. The pollen is heavy on the air, so heavy that everything seems tinted red. Does your kin try and help them up? No matter what they do after a short time the kin they are trying to help falls into the pit. It can be a stranger or someone they know. How do they react? Only after some time do they realise that the pit was never a pit at all, just an area of the ground where some light stone surrounds some dark stone. The kin never existed.