Kingdom-Digimon In reply to nefarious-magpie [2019-07-11 01:09:37 +0000 UTC]
Username: Kingdom-Digimon
Name: Pluto or Faye (planet, and a comet)
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding purposes: Female
Short story: Pluto/Faye I accidentally got super into it whoop
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buck-fever In reply to buck-fever [2019-07-18 21:00:48 +0000 UTC]
Username: buck-fever
Name: Nova
Gender: female
Gender for breeding purposes: female
Short story:
It's common for the Narrator to be woken from his sleep, but it was generally due to voices and prophecies. Not children dog piling on top of him and giggling, demanding a story while they eat their breakfasts. His old bones creaked as he stretched, smiling over at his mate before finally hauling himself toward the river to wash up-- crawling onto his story telling stump soon after and opening the cover of his tall book. It didn't matter what page he flipped to. The story always began where it was meant to, as did all things in life.
"Well, now. Let's see." Had he a pair of spectacles, he would be adjusting them on the bridge of his nose while he stared over unfamiliar words. Well, this was interesting. A story even he'd never heard in full-- just in passing. A story about Nova, one of the original celestials that helped create their Mother Auwei and surrounding Mother Universe. "I'm honoured," he breathes, thanking his God for the opportunity to share her story. Turning to the Visclings, he delves into his story without another moment of hesitation, watching from the corner of his eye as his mate approaches to sit off to the side to listen as well.
***
"She has been watching for centuries, a keen eye upon those she had lent a paw in helping create-- yet, she is dissatisfied. There is a great war upon them, Viscets slaughtering each other in cold blood because of no reason in particular that Nova could really understand. They were one in the same - brothers and sisters. Family should love one another, not kill each other. And though she had questioned Ugin in the beginning, begging her to intervene and stop all this madness, it had been common knowledge among all the celestials to not interfere with the ways of Auwei. It would bring about a nature balance of things. Natural selection, as it were.
Nova saw this as an opportunity for those most cynical and unkind to rule, and she wasn't about to let that happen on her watch.
With frustration and an undying urge to help the Viscets see their cruel ways with one another, Nova left her post-- extremely frowned upon among the celestials and a near automatic banishment from her roots. Yet, Nova didn't particularly care. This was what she thought was right, and she wasn't about to go back on her own word of fixing this behaviour. She had met with the Viscets of the mountains first, having a delicate conversation with a peace keeper before moving on to the army at the base of the mountains-- she was not welcome there.
With her appearance - otherworldly and sparkling with a mist from the top of her head to the tip of her tail - the army considered her a threat, and the Generals of said army rushed forward to attack. Nova had managed to escape, but just barely, as she hadn't been expecting such a sudden onslaught. She moved on, to the army of the valleys, approaching with more caution this time and explaining her place among the stars. This, once again, brought upon a threatened reaction as the army surrounded her and demanded answers-- answers to questions that she had been asking herself for many, many years.
It was overwhelming for her, to say the very least, and Nova was forced to shout over the voices. Her bellow so loud, the dirt beneath their very paws shook and split with the force. There was silence... eerie and almost peaceful, until one of the Captains of the Valley's army exclaimed that she was dangerous. She wasn't there to help them at all! She was there to end them! She was working for the Mountains! Such medieval thinking and overwhelm once more caused Nova to lash out in her first real act of anger-- and she struck many down simply by crumbling the dirt surrounding her, from beneath the paws of those advancing on her.
To anger a God was to bring upon destruction in it's wake.
But in the end, it also brings about a strange peace-- a truce, as it were, as both armies banded together to bring the "malicious" God down. To bring her to their level. To dare her to lash out at them once more.
A stand-off at the mouth of the Ari'zya River was brought to the attention of the other celestials, and in their last act of kindness to a sister they lost, they placed her in a false death upon the armies charge. Nova was to wake once more when the next Great War was upon their Mother Auwei and the creatures upon it. Her sleep in the silt of the river was filled with dreams at every turn-- a type of radical purgatory wherein Nova was to grow and learn from her mistakes during the first Great War. Anger was not the answer. War was not the answer.
Nova was not to end the war, but she was to oversee it. A punishment, in it's own right, and an opportunity to break through her former wrath and help the Viscets See, as she was meant to many thousands of years before."
***
"Mister Narrator, Sir?"
"Yes, darling."
"Um," the child fidgets nervously, and the storyteller nods gently in encouragement for the child to speak. "Nova will wake soon then, won't she?"
The male stiffens slightly, knowing full well the next War was upon them, but not willing to admit such things out loud least he jinx it into kick starting sooner rather than later. "Why ever would you say that, young one?"
"Because the Great War is coming," the child admits, dipping it's head to the collective groans and sighs from the other Visclings who had heard it all before from the little one. "So that must mean that Nova is as well."
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