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Description
A silent menagerie of buildings and tents, the darkness lapping at the edges, testing the fabrics of reality and what is hidden in this world.

To anyone looking, nothing.
To everyone looking, everything.

Tendrils of light erupted from the air, hissing and popping with energy, an aura of immense power, and yet... incredible gentleness. The light snaked under the trailer, weaving itself around the body of the fawn, it's fur rippling gently, as if a breeze was taunting it there. More light poured in, a blinding display of transformative power.

THERE

The fawn's spirit slept, dreaming of a lush meadow, the wind rippled through the waves of grass and flowers. She pranced gleefully to her mother, who's face no longer held such sorrow as she'd remembered. The air here was sweet and warm, unlike any she'd known before. Was this a dream, or heaven? She cared not, as long as she was with her mother again.

THERE, IT DREAMS

The fawn shuddered, a cold wind pulling at her spine. 'What was that?' The meadow seemed to loom awkwardly around her, as if she were shrinking away. Her mother's face grew long, worry creasing the lines around her eyes.

HERE

The warmth of the meadow vanished, and the fawn felt herself being lifted, fingers of light danced around her, pulling her upward, pulling her away from her mother.

NO! She strained, kicking with her legs, trying to bleat. But no sound came... her legs... did not move. She saw herself, curled beneath the trailer she'd fell asleep beneath. Horror clutched her heart as she realized it had only been a dream. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision of the dancing lights. They only grew stronger however, thrusting her upward into a sea of energy. Flames danced around her, the coiling fingers of light spun her higher off the ground, she felt ... nothing...?

As she was turned away from the fawn under the trailer, she came face to face with a magnificent beast. A terrifyingly big creature, with jet black eyes, and fur that was somehow abysmally darker. Four bright markings shone on their forehead, and their wild mane twisted and tangled with a mass of branches jutting from their back.

"Hush" they felt the creature say, "you're safe now."

Ayla didn't feel safe though, she felt her instincts fading, and the terror she knew she had slipping away. Awareness she'd never known before crept into her mind as she realized she was not that what she'd been before. She stretched her limbs out before her, thin and stick-like, they spread into three tiny toes at the ends. She saw her tail below her, long and wispy, with hundreds of tiny blossoms scattered about them.

"Mother!?" she strained, trying to retain her goal, seeking, searching.

The dark esk spoke again, directly into her mind. "You will find your own way child, do not strain so hard."

But Ayla was frantic, everything had changed so fast, hovering above the ground felt intensely wrong, she flailed her legs, willing herself to the ground. Falling fast, she caught herself, and felt no pain from the impact. Her mind was reeling, Why couldn't she feel the cold? What was she? Who was she? What was this shadow beast? Why wasn't she afraid of it?

Emotions and questions overflowed her mind, screaming at her for attention as she frantically tried to understand. She... It... NO

She couldn't cope with this, it was too much, fear and confusion consumed her as she dove under the trailer again. A unearthly howl was heard drifting out from under there, as the new esk shuddered and cried. She curled herself into a tight little ball, willing the confusion and pain to go away. Tears streamed down her face. So much... too much... Mother...

Unconsciousness gripped the tiny esk soon however, her mind simply could not bear to cope with the changes. She drifted into a deep coma, curled there in the grass, locking the world out, for it had hurt her too much and she had no love for it now.

The shadowy esk floated there for a while, pained by the events that had transpired. Such a transformation was always a risk that was taken, it is never known how the new esk might react to the change, or what might get twisted or broken in their mind. As she saw the small one had firmly locked her mind and heart, and was asleep to the world, she decided not to pressure them...

"She will find her own way... I hope one day she can be at peace...Maybe I will get to see her again someday...I hope she won't despise me."

Like a shadow retreating from the sun's glare, the esk snaked back into the forest, many thoughts on her mind.

PROMPT # 4
FOR ESK # 1182
Read entire Literature on toyhouse here : toyhou.se/~literature/7073.tww…

Chapter 4 of Ayla's Origin Story :3
Featuring nybird 's #1111

ART
Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+5 AP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+50 AP (Origin Prompt)
+1 AP (Enchantment: 1 AP * 1)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 106
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+2 GP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+10 GP (Origin Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 18
WRITING;
Base Score: 16 AP (Writing: 804 words)
+1 AP (Enchantment: 1 AP * 1)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
+8 AP (Storyteller Bonus: 8 AP * 1)
Total AP per submission: 60
Base Score: 8 GP (Writing: 804 words)
+6 GP (Storyteller Bonus: 6 GP * 1)
Total GP per submission: 14

Total
166 AP
32 GP

In This Art:
The creature(s) in this artwork are a nature spirit Closed Species called "Esk", owned by witherlings and are the focus of the ARPG "ThoseWhoWentMissing" .

My Art:
- Do not copy/trace/reproduce/repost my artwork.
- Character owners may upload to toyhouse/character sites with credit.
- Do not base characters off of me, my characters, or my art.
- Do not draw or write about characters in my art without asking.

Description
A silent menagerie of buildings and tents, the darkness lapping at the edges, testing the fabrics of reality and what is hidden in this world.

To anyone looking, nothing.
To everyone looking, everything.

Tendrils of light erupted from the air, hissing and popping with energy, an aura of immense power, and yet... incredible gentleness. The light snaked under the trailer, weaving itself around the body of the fawn, it's fur rippling gently, as if a breeze was taunting it there. More light poured in, a blinding display of transformative power.

THERE

The fawn's spirit slept, dreaming of a lush meadow, the wind rippled through the waves of grass and flowers. She pranced gleefully to her mother, who's face no longer held such sorrow as she'd remembered. The air here was sweet and warm, unlike any she'd known before. Was this a dream, or heaven? She cared not, as long as she was with her mother again.

THERE, IT DREAMS

The fawn shuddered, a cold wind pulling at her spine. 'What was that?' The meadow seemed to loom awkwardly around her, as if she were shrinking away. Her mother's face grew long, worry creasing the lines around her eyes.

HERE

The warmth of the meadow vanished, and the fawn felt herself being lifted, fingers of light danced around her, pulling her upward, pulling her away from her mother.

NO! She strained, kicking with her legs, trying to bleat. But no sound came... her legs... did not move. She saw herself, curled beneath the trailer she'd fell asleep beneath. Horror clutched her heart as she realized it had only been a dream. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision of the dancing lights. They only grew stronger however, thrusting her upward into a sea of energy. Flames danced around her, the coiling fingers of light spun her higher off the ground, she felt ... nothing...?

As she was turned away from the fawn under the trailer, she came face to face with a magnificent beast. A terrifyingly big creature, with jet black eyes, and fur that was somehow abysmally darker. Four bright markings shone on their forehead, and their wild mane twisted and tangled with a mass of branches jutting from their back.

"Hush" they felt the creature say, "you're safe now."

Ayla didn't feel safe though, she felt her instincts fading, and the terror she knew she had slipping away. Awareness she'd never known before crept into her mind as she realized she was not that what she'd been before. She stretched her limbs out before her, thin and stick-like, they spread into three tiny toes at the ends. She saw her tail below her, long and wispy, with hundreds of tiny blossoms scattered about them.

"Mother!?" she strained, trying to retain her goal, seeking, searching.

The dark esk spoke again, directly into her mind. "You will find your own way child, do not strain so hard."

But Ayla was frantic, everything had changed so fast, hovering above the ground felt intensely wrong, she flailed her legs, willing herself to the ground. Falling fast, she caught herself, and felt no pain from the impact. Her mind was reeling, Why couldn't she feel the cold? What was she? Who was she? What was this shadow beast? Why wasn't she afraid of it?

Emotions and questions overflowed her mind, screaming at her for attention as she frantically tried to understand. She... It... NO

She couldn't cope with this, it was too much, fear and confusion consumed her as she dove under the trailer again. A unearthly howl was heard drifting out from under there, as the new esk shuddered and cried. She curled herself into a tight little ball, willing the confusion and pain to go away. Tears streamed down her face. So much... too much... Mother...

Unconsciousness gripped the tiny esk soon however, her mind simply could not bear to cope with the changes. She drifted into a deep coma, curled there in the grass, locking the world out, for it had hurt her too much and she had no love for it now.

The shadowy esk floated there for a while, pained by the events that had transpired. Such a transformation was always a risk that was taken, it is never known how the new esk might react to the change, or what might get twisted or broken in their mind. As she saw the small one had firmly locked her mind and heart, and was asleep to the world, she decided not to pressure them...

"She will find her own way... I hope one day she can be at peace...Maybe I will get to see her again someday...I hope she won't despise me."

Like a shadow retreating from the sun's glare, the esk snaked back into the forest, many thoughts on her mind.

PROMPT # 4
FOR ESK # 1182
Read entire Literature on toyhouse here : toyhou.se/~literature/7073.tww…

Chapter 4 of Ayla's Origin Story :3
Featuring nybird 's #1111

ART
Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+5 AP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+50 AP (Origin Prompt)
+1 AP (Enchantment: 1 AP * 1)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 106
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+2 GP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+10 GP (Origin Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 18
WRITING;
Base Score: 16 AP (Writing: 804 words)
+1 AP (Enchantment: 1 AP * 1)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
+8 AP (Storyteller Bonus: 8 AP * 1)
Total AP per submission: 60
Base Score: 8 GP (Writing: 804 words)
+6 GP (Storyteller Bonus: 6 GP * 1)
Total GP per submission: 14

Total
166 AP
32 GP

In This Art:
The creature(s) in this artwork are a nature spirit Closed Species called "Esk", owned by witherlings and are the focus of the ARPG "ThoseWhoWentMissing" .

My Art:
- Do not copy/trace/reproduce/repost my artwork.
- Character owners may upload to toyhouse/character sites with credit.
- Do not base characters off of me, my characters, or my art.
- Do not draw or write about characters in my art without asking.