That was a very nice piece of writing, SD ^_^ Nice pic too.<br>
<br>
The reason nothing grows in the Lost Fields is simply because it is like an emotional scar. Deep Forest refuses to let something grow again in a spot that hurt it so badly. Technically the ground is very virtile and everything, but the forest is magical and won't let any of it's seeds or whatever grow there. This little plant can stay because it wasn't the forest who let it grow, right? It was Dinen. I am afraid this little plant will have to fend for it's own though and will have no support from the forest itself.<br>
Basically Deep Forest needs to come to the point where it can let out a howl of it's own and accept the loss and start to heal itself. Only then will things grow there once more. But have you ever heard of a tree or trees that rushed things? I haven't <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->
<p><!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://vgh.homestead.com/files/Gaeva.gif"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--> <!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://pub40.ezboard.com/bunicornsvisio ... <!--EZCODE LINK END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--></p><i></i>
News: ~August 18th 2022~ - (Old News)
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The Beginning of Grief...
Moderator: forgerofsouls
-
Gaeva Winged Unicorn
- Site Admin
- Posts: 31897
- Joined: Sun Jul 21, 2002 4:00 pm
- Location: Netherlands
- Contact:
-
SilentDreamer1721
- Settler
- Posts: 69
- Joined: Sun May 11, 2003 7:33 am
The Beginning of Grief...
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Beginning of Grief<br>
The Beginning of Healing</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Silently, as she had been for the past three years, Dinen stood in the middle of the Lost Fields. The full moon shone its silver rays on her upturned face, as if a cleansing water from the gods were pouring down into her soul.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>FLASH</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Dinen, laughing and playing with other Faeries her age in an open glade.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>FLASH</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Sparks, lightning, fire, all together in the forest, lighting up the sky with eerie colors. Whatever they touched were either turned instantly to stone or to ash. Dinen in wolf form, tearing into one of the dark faeries, the warm blood leaving a smoky taste on her lips. Not natural. She fought wildly, hearing the cries of the Calaquendi and the dark faeries mixed together. With a flash of insight, Dinen realized that they were going to die. Too much focus on learning and not enough on defense or attacking skills were going to be their downfall. Where was Ohtar?<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>FLASH</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Eternity in a prison made of magic. Noiseless except for the occasional taunts and pokes from the dark faeries. Unable to move, unable to shape-shift, unable to speak. Dinen longed to cry out her anguish over the death of her friends and family, but it was impossible.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>
<br>
Dinen snapped back to the present, the unexpressed emotions fighting to reach the surface. Something in her stone-cold face changed as long-unused expressions flitted across her face. When she thought she could stand the buildup no longer, Dinen threw back her head, and changing just enough to take on the voice of a wolf, howled her pain to the moon.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center">* * * * *</div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--><br>
<br>
As the piercing wail split the silence of the night, Ohtar's head snapped up. She had followed Dinen as far as the edge of the Lost Fields, then had lain to rest underneath one of the last trees, close enough to come help Dinen if necessary.<br>
<br>
Ohtar leapt to her feet, mind still clouded by sleep. She set one foot on the ash that was everywhere in this part of the land, then stopped. The howl was familiar. Then she realized where she had heard it before. It had come from her own throat when she had returned to the lands of the Calaquendi to find the forest littered with dead bodies. It was the wordless expression of deepest grief. The sound of a soul finally starting to heal. Ohtar returned to the shadow of her tree and lay her head on her paws. This was something she was not able to interfere with.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center">* * * * *</div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--><br>
<br>
When the howling finally faded, Dinen opened her eyes to find that a strange mist was obscuring her vision. She raised her hands to her cheeks, and found them wet with tears. As a gentle rain comes after the storm, silent tears poured from her eyes, dripping onto the ground and gathering in a small puddle. For what seemed like an eternity she stood there, eyes staring off into the past.<br>
<br>
Unnoticed in the puddle of tears at her feet, a slender stem poked up through the death all around it. The bluish-green shoot grew until it was about an inch in height before its growth spurt waned. A single bud formed at the top, and two leaves unfurled from its sides.<br>
<br>
Dinen turned to go, but halted when the plant caught her eye. Bending down on one knee, she gentle caressed the leaves. With long, slender fingers, Dinen cleared away the majority of the ashes away from the base of the plant. The winds would blow it back, she knew, but at least it would have a little time to grow stronger. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Hope</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, she mentally christened it.<br>
<br>
She returned to where Ohtar lay waiting for her. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Dinen curled up beside her and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www.wolfandfairydreams.com/image ... reDoor.JPG" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br>
Not the right hair color, but oh well *shrugs*<br>
<br>
(OOC)Gaeva, I hope I'm not breaking any rules by helping something grow in the Lost Fields. I just couldn't see any harm in allowing one plant to grow. If you wanted, it could even be the start of new life in the Fields. Just let me know what you think, and I'll edit my story accordingly.<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :comp --><img src=http://vgh.homestead.com/files/comp.gif ALT=":comp"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->
<p><!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/35848/0.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Works? Works? A man get to Heaven by works? I would as soon think of climbing to the moon on a rope of sand! ~George Whitefield<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END-->*~Silent Dreamer~*</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub123.ezboard.com/bunicornsvisi ... mer1721</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://hjem.get2net.dk/petermad2/music/guitarwh.gif" BORDER=0> at: 5/14/03 6:38:26 am<br></i>
The Beginning of Healing</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Silently, as she had been for the past three years, Dinen stood in the middle of the Lost Fields. The full moon shone its silver rays on her upturned face, as if a cleansing water from the gods were pouring down into her soul.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>FLASH</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Dinen, laughing and playing with other Faeries her age in an open glade.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>FLASH</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Sparks, lightning, fire, all together in the forest, lighting up the sky with eerie colors. Whatever they touched were either turned instantly to stone or to ash. Dinen in wolf form, tearing into one of the dark faeries, the warm blood leaving a smoky taste on her lips. Not natural. She fought wildly, hearing the cries of the Calaquendi and the dark faeries mixed together. With a flash of insight, Dinen realized that they were going to die. Too much focus on learning and not enough on defense or attacking skills were going to be their downfall. Where was Ohtar?<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>FLASH</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>
<br>
Eternity in a prison made of magic. Noiseless except for the occasional taunts and pokes from the dark faeries. Unable to move, unable to shape-shift, unable to speak. Dinen longed to cry out her anguish over the death of her friends and family, but it was impossible.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>
<br>
Dinen snapped back to the present, the unexpressed emotions fighting to reach the surface. Something in her stone-cold face changed as long-unused expressions flitted across her face. When she thought she could stand the buildup no longer, Dinen threw back her head, and changing just enough to take on the voice of a wolf, howled her pain to the moon.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center">* * * * *</div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--><br>
<br>
As the piercing wail split the silence of the night, Ohtar's head snapped up. She had followed Dinen as far as the edge of the Lost Fields, then had lain to rest underneath one of the last trees, close enough to come help Dinen if necessary.<br>
<br>
Ohtar leapt to her feet, mind still clouded by sleep. She set one foot on the ash that was everywhere in this part of the land, then stopped. The howl was familiar. Then she realized where she had heard it before. It had come from her own throat when she had returned to the lands of the Calaquendi to find the forest littered with dead bodies. It was the wordless expression of deepest grief. The sound of a soul finally starting to heal. Ohtar returned to the shadow of her tree and lay her head on her paws. This was something she was not able to interfere with.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center">* * * * *</div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--><br>
<br>
When the howling finally faded, Dinen opened her eyes to find that a strange mist was obscuring her vision. She raised her hands to her cheeks, and found them wet with tears. As a gentle rain comes after the storm, silent tears poured from her eyes, dripping onto the ground and gathering in a small puddle. For what seemed like an eternity she stood there, eyes staring off into the past.<br>
<br>
Unnoticed in the puddle of tears at her feet, a slender stem poked up through the death all around it. The bluish-green shoot grew until it was about an inch in height before its growth spurt waned. A single bud formed at the top, and two leaves unfurled from its sides.<br>
<br>
Dinen turned to go, but halted when the plant caught her eye. Bending down on one knee, she gentle caressed the leaves. With long, slender fingers, Dinen cleared away the majority of the ashes away from the base of the plant. The winds would blow it back, she knew, but at least it would have a little time to grow stronger. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Hope</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, she mentally christened it.<br>
<br>
She returned to where Ohtar lay waiting for her. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Dinen curled up beside her and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.<br>
<br>
<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www.wolfandfairydreams.com/image ... reDoor.JPG" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br>
Not the right hair color, but oh well *shrugs*<br>
<br>
(OOC)Gaeva, I hope I'm not breaking any rules by helping something grow in the Lost Fields. I just couldn't see any harm in allowing one plant to grow. If you wanted, it could even be the start of new life in the Fields. Just let me know what you think, and I'll edit my story accordingly.<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :comp --><img src=http://vgh.homestead.com/files/comp.gif ALT=":comp"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->
<p><!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/35848/0.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Works? Works? A man get to Heaven by works? I would as soon think of climbing to the moon on a rope of sand! ~George Whitefield<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END-->*~Silent Dreamer~*</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub123.ezboard.com/bunicornsvisi ... mer1721</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://hjem.get2net.dk/petermad2/music/guitarwh.gif" BORDER=0> at: 5/14/03 6:38:26 am<br></i>
-
SilentDreamer1721
- Settler
- Posts: 69
- Joined: Sun May 11, 2003 7:33 am
Re: The Beginning of Grief...
Thax for explaining that to me. That's what I get for being too lazy to read what's gone before. *sheepish grin*
<p><!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/35848/0.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Works? Works? A man get to Heaven by works? I would as soon think of climbing to the moon on a rope of sand! ~George Whitefield<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END-->*~Silent Dreamer~*</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--></p><i></i>
<p><!--EZCODE CENTER START--><div style="text-align:center"><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/35848/0.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Works? Works? A man get to Heaven by works? I would as soon think of climbing to the moon on a rope of sand! ~George Whitefield<!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END--><!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END-->*~Silent Dreamer~*</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--></div><!--EZCODE CENTER END--></p><i></i>