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Spirit Quest - Transcending

Time has passed and your Kitsunegami has became a legend. Some creatures/humans tell stories about them.

Draw or describe a legend about your Kitsunegami. It can include other Kitsunegamis too.

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Let me tell you a story, of a time when I was a lad

There is an altar in a shrine, on top of a small hill, in a plain.
It’s by a port town, filled with merchant ships and traders and fishermen.
It’s a bit of a hike out to this shrine, but many said it was well worth the travel out
in order to pray at that altar.
For this shrine is where you pray to the God of Winds for safe travels and good winds on your journey.

But this isn’t about the deity that resides there, oh no.
It’s about the second deity that also took up residence at that shrine.

I was but a young lad. I had made the journey out to the shrine in order to pray for my father.
He was setting out to sea in a short time, to be a soldier out at sea.
I wanted to pray to this God for his safety, for good weather, if that was something he could also control.

I was on my knees, praying as passionately as I could for my father’s safety.
When I opened my eyes, I found that a small butterfly had landed in front of me.
It was a delicate thing, deep red with purples and pinks spread throughout the wings.
It was as I was watching the tiny thing that I heard a voice.

“Beautiful thing, isn’t it?”

I looked up towards the voice and saw a beautiful woman, skin perfectly tan with long flowing red hair.
I looked back down at the butterfly and nodded my assent, but I stood up afterwards.
I had done what I’d come to do and thus all there was left to do was hope the God heard me.
I bid the woman farewell, but before I left, she said something I didn’t understand at the time.

“Don’t worry dearie, I think your father will be just fine.”

She had winked at me,
and I was so… confused,
as to how this woman knew who I was praying for
and why she winked at me that I just… ignored it. Nodded, and went back home.

Months later, my father did indeed return, safe and sound, but that moment was not an isolated incident.

Every so often, people would say that flames turned fuchsia at times,
or that there were more red butterflies around than usual,
and that some people grew more… ardent indeed.

Over time, people began to notice a pattern.
When someone talked eagerly and brightly about a topic,
or were knee deep in a work they loved,
or even when people shared a kiss together;

Flames would turn a new colour and burn higher,
butterflies would be seen around them,
and said person or people would find their fervor increased and even encouraged.

It was most strong around the city brothel, though people did not understand why.

And when people went to pray at the altar to the God of Winds,
they saw changes they didn’t expect, that no one could account for:

The shrine had grown, taller and wider, forget-me-nots and elderflowers now surrounded the shrine,
and, along with the ever-present cooling breeze,
fuchsia flames now burned in deep purple candles.
Softer pillows and silks now decorated the shrine,
along with the natural wild things that made their home here.

No construction or restoration work had been scheduled, no one could say they’d been out there to re-decorate the shrine.

No one knew what it meant.

Not until a wandering cleric came to our port town.

We talked to them, told them of our residing God of Winds,
the shrine and altar dedicated to them,
and then talked about the flames and the butterflies,
the new passion sweeping our town,
and the changes to the shrine no one could explain.

The cleric asked to see the shrine.

I, along with a few others, took them out to the field.

The cleric looked upon the shrine with a curious eye,
walking around with careful steps, observing it all as they whispered words under their breath.

Then, they smiled, and huffed a laugh.

“It seems your god has found his match.”

The God of Winds… has found love, is what we were told.
He had deigned to share his shrine,
and this new Goddess had moved in,
much like how one would share their house with their own partner,
and that new Goddess now watches over their port town just as their God of Winds.

It did explain a lot, the fire, the butterflies, the strengthened emotions.

“But why is it so strong around the brothels?” One of us asked.

The cleric smirked, “She is a Goddess of Passion. I’d argue that brothels are veritable hot spots for passion and love, even if it only lasted one night.”

But a goddess needs worship, and we needed to learn how to do it right.

“I’ve seen this goddess’ work in other areas, I know what she prefers. Truthfully, as long as you are passionate, about anything, and show it, She is satisfied.”

She was much like our God of Winds in that sense. Our worship need only be shown in our actions, and in the small wild things we bring him.

After that, we began noticing other things.

This goddess truly loved passion and love, in many of its forms.
Be it passion for a sport, a hobby, or for one another,
she would bless it with her power.

Brothels were now under her protection, as were the girls who worked there.
If a hand was raised against any of them,
the aggressors would find themselves burned by the candles that now adorned any counter space there was.

And so, our town became known as the primary residence of two gods:
The One of the Winds, and the One of Passion.
Wind and Fire,
Freedom and Love.

It makes sense, really.

But one discovery was one I made.
When I had made my way back to the shrine, to pray for a good and long marriage,
I thought I had heard giggling.
It echoed around the shrine, and it sounded happy, like pure love.
I had thought a young couple had made their way up here.
Many had done so in the past, and I suppose the Goddess of Passion would approve.

When I stood to investigate, I walked around the middle altar, and found no one there.

But, engraved in the stone, was a heart with an arrow through it, with the writing A + C.

I admit, I had laughed.
For I knew in an instant, that no young couple had written it there.

No. It had to have been the God and Goddess themselves.

I smiled and shook my head.
Even the Gods could be boyishly happy in their love.

And I wished it would be everlasting for them.

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Final quest for Cherie! I wanted to do a transcending quest for her, one that talked about both her and Ashe.

So I wrote up the story, and then drew the piece to accompany it ^^

Please enjoy!

Art belongs to me
Ashe and Cherie belong to me
Kitsunegamis are open species by ZauriArt

Description

Spirit Quest - Transcending

Time has passed and your Kitsunegami has became a legend. Some creatures/humans tell stories about them.

Draw or describe a legend about your Kitsunegami. It can include other Kitsunegamis too.

==================================

Let me tell you a story, of a time when I was a lad

There is an altar in a shrine, on top of a small hill, in a plain.
It’s by a port town, filled with merchant ships and traders and fishermen.
It’s a bit of a hike out to this shrine, but many said it was well worth the travel out
in order to pray at that altar.
For this shrine is where you pray to the God of Winds for safe travels and good winds on your journey.

But this isn’t about the deity that resides there, oh no.
It’s about the second deity that also took up residence at that shrine.

I was but a young lad. I had made the journey out to the shrine in order to pray for my father.
He was setting out to sea in a short time, to be a soldier out at sea.
I wanted to pray to this God for his safety, for good weather, if that was something he could also control.

I was on my knees, praying as passionately as I could for my father’s safety.
When I opened my eyes, I found that a small butterfly had landed in front of me.
It was a delicate thing, deep red with purples and pinks spread throughout the wings.
It was as I was watching the tiny thing that I heard a voice.

“Beautiful thing, isn’t it?”

I looked up towards the voice and saw a beautiful woman, skin perfectly tan with long flowing red hair.
I looked back down at the butterfly and nodded my assent, but I stood up afterwards.
I had done what I’d come to do and thus all there was left to do was hope the God heard me.
I bid the woman farewell, but before I left, she said something I didn’t understand at the time.

“Don’t worry dearie, I think your father will be just fine.”

She had winked at me,
and I was so… confused,
as to how this woman knew who I was praying for
and why she winked at me that I just… ignored it. Nodded, and went back home.

Months later, my father did indeed return, safe and sound, but that moment was not an isolated incident.

Every so often, people would say that flames turned fuchsia at times,
or that there were more red butterflies around than usual,
and that some people grew more… ardent indeed.

Over time, people began to notice a pattern.
When someone talked eagerly and brightly about a topic,
or were knee deep in a work they loved,
or even when people shared a kiss together;

Flames would turn a new colour and burn higher,
butterflies would be seen around them,
and said person or people would find their fervor increased and even encouraged.

It was most strong around the city brothel, though people did not understand why.

And when people went to pray at the altar to the God of Winds,
they saw changes they didn’t expect, that no one could account for:

The shrine had grown, taller and wider, forget-me-nots and elderflowers now surrounded the shrine,
and, along with the ever-present cooling breeze,
fuchsia flames now burned in deep purple candles.
Softer pillows and silks now decorated the shrine,
along with the natural wild things that made their home here.

No construction or restoration work had been scheduled, no one could say they’d been out there to re-decorate the shrine.

No one knew what it meant.

Not until a wandering cleric came to our port town.

We talked to them, told them of our residing God of Winds,
the shrine and altar dedicated to them,
and then talked about the flames and the butterflies,
the new passion sweeping our town,
and the changes to the shrine no one could explain.

The cleric asked to see the shrine.

I, along with a few others, took them out to the field.

The cleric looked upon the shrine with a curious eye,
walking around with careful steps, observing it all as they whispered words under their breath.

Then, they smiled, and huffed a laugh.

“It seems your god has found his match.”

The God of Winds… has found love, is what we were told.
He had deigned to share his shrine,
and this new Goddess had moved in,
much like how one would share their house with their own partner,
and that new Goddess now watches over their port town just as their God of Winds.

It did explain a lot, the fire, the butterflies, the strengthened emotions.

“But why is it so strong around the brothels?” One of us asked.

The cleric smirked, “She is a Goddess of Passion. I’d argue that brothels are veritable hot spots for passion and love, even if it only lasted one night.”

But a goddess needs worship, and we needed to learn how to do it right.

“I’ve seen this goddess’ work in other areas, I know what she prefers. Truthfully, as long as you are passionate, about anything, and show it, She is satisfied.”

She was much like our God of Winds in that sense. Our worship need only be shown in our actions, and in the small wild things we bring him.

After that, we began noticing other things.

This goddess truly loved passion and love, in many of its forms.
Be it passion for a sport, a hobby, or for one another,
she would bless it with her power.

Brothels were now under her protection, as were the girls who worked there.
If a hand was raised against any of them,
the aggressors would find themselves burned by the candles that now adorned any counter space there was.

And so, our town became known as the primary residence of two gods:
The One of the Winds, and the One of Passion.
Wind and Fire,
Freedom and Love.

It makes sense, really.

But one discovery was one I made.
When I had made my way back to the shrine, to pray for a good and long marriage,
I thought I had heard giggling.
It echoed around the shrine, and it sounded happy, like pure love.
I had thought a young couple had made their way up here.
Many had done so in the past, and I suppose the Goddess of Passion would approve.

When I stood to investigate, I walked around the middle altar, and found no one there.

But, engraved in the stone, was a heart with an arrow through it, with the writing A + C.

I admit, I had laughed.
For I knew in an instant, that no young couple had written it there.

No. It had to have been the God and Goddess themselves.

I smiled and shook my head.
Even the Gods could be boyishly happy in their love.

And I wished it would be everlasting for them.

==================================

Final quest for Cherie! I wanted to do a transcending quest for her, one that talked about both her and Ashe.

So I wrote up the story, and then drew the piece to accompany it ^^

Please enjoy!

Art belongs to me
Ashe and Cherie belong to me
Kitsunegamis are open species by ZauriArt