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Exploration was a brilliant new part of Rum's life, and he would spend weeks floating around the world, exploring and meeting new esks. He visited Ayla several times in her little abandoned lot, the grass there was worn and rough, with tire tracks etched into the ground. She seemed okay for the most part, kind of quiet and thoughtful though. Rum wondered if nightmares and worries plagued her as well sometimes, but refrained from asking such a personal thing. That visit was nice, he also visited Liet in her little fen, deep in the woods somewhere. It was mucky and the earth smelled alive there. She'd shown him all her little stick huts, and told how she found a frog sleeping in one once. She giggled wildly about that, and then rushed him off to ride across the fen on a large turtle. That visit was nice too, Liets energy level however far outweighed his own however, and he found himself feeling twitchy and exhausted afterwards.

No-matter where he wandered though, he always returned back to his little prairie in the end. Back to the little chunk of the great plains that had been charred so many months ago. He'd always reacquaint himself with the place when he returned, checking every square inch and seeing what had changed. The grass was tall and lush again now, flowers bloomed beautifully across the rolling hills. The little barrow where he stored his treasures was safe and sound, with a small family of voles having taken up rent. He greeted them warmly and asked them not to disturb his collection of insect parts. They had no interest in his shinies however, and blinked dully at him before scurrying around. He floated around the wolf tree stump, its charred and destroyed remnants having been softened by time and weather. The rains had washed the ash and soot away by now, and layers of dust and seeds had been dropped across its softened surface. Moss and fungi had climbed over it, reclaiming what was once filled with pain with new life. He placed a hand gently against its surface, silently thinking for a moment before darting off again on his patrol.

He circled the meadow a few times before landing at his very favorite spot, a heap of stones, his throne. He perched there gleefully, scrunching up his face and soaking in the warmth of the sun. He could hear crickets and frogs in the distance, and a small trail of ants were weaving themselves through the rock pile. This was his favorite place to rest, to meditate, and to think about everything. He found himself being less and less irritable over time, and more at peace with his new life. The moth dreams came less frequently now, and were more pleasant when they did. He'd dream of the sound of wing flaps, and soft dust fluttering down around him as he beat his wings. He would always wake up and see his stiff thistle-leaf appendages instead of real wings, but it made him less sad now.

He reached up with one paw and pulled on his little seeding grass, bending it down in front of his face. He busied himself with counting the seeds, for no reason at all, just because it was calming to him. The rock was warm beneath him, having soaked up the warmth of the sun for hours before he'd arrived. Peering down he saw a small lizard take advantage of the heat, sprawled out flat atop a lower stone, drunk with the waves of heat that rippled around him. A breeze blew past, rustling all the grasses, the sound was intensely calming, and Rum found himself drifting into a meditative sleep. This was his home.

PROMPT # 8
FOR ESK # 1506
Read entire Literature on toyhouse here : toyhou.se/~literature/9762.tww…

Scoring; Art;
Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+10 AP (Simple/Vignette Background)
+50 AP (Origin Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
Total AP per submission: 80
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+4 GP (Simple/Vignette Background)
+10 GP (Origin Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 20
Writing;
Base Score: 12 AP (Writing: 626 words)
Total AP per submission: 12
Base Score: 6 GP (Writing: 626 words)
Total GP per submission: 6

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

Exploration was a brilliant new part of Rum's life, and he would spend weeks floating around the world, exploring and meeting new esks. He visited Ayla several times in her little abandoned lot, the grass there was worn and rough, with tire tracks etched into the ground. She seemed okay for the most part, kind of quiet and thoughtful though. Rum wondered if nightmares and worries plagued her as well sometimes, but refrained from asking such a personal thing. That visit was nice, he also visited Liet in her little fen, deep in the woods somewhere. It was mucky and the earth smelled alive there. She'd shown him all her little stick huts, and told how she found a frog sleeping in one once. She giggled wildly about that, and then rushed him off to ride across the fen on a large turtle. That visit was nice too, Liets energy level however far outweighed his own however, and he found himself feeling twitchy and exhausted afterwards.

No-matter where he wandered though, he always returned back to his little prairie in the end. Back to the little chunk of the great plains that had been charred so many months ago. He'd always reacquaint himself with the place when he returned, checking every square inch and seeing what had changed. The grass was tall and lush again now, flowers bloomed beautifully across the rolling hills. The little barrow where he stored his treasures was safe and sound, with a small family of voles having taken up rent. He greeted them warmly and asked them not to disturb his collection of insect parts. They had no interest in his shinies however, and blinked dully at him before scurrying around. He floated around the wolf tree stump, its charred and destroyed remnants having been softened by time and weather. The rains had washed the ash and soot away by now, and layers of dust and seeds had been dropped across its softened surface. Moss and fungi had climbed over it, reclaiming what was once filled with pain with new life. He placed a hand gently against its surface, silently thinking for a moment before darting off again on his patrol.

He circled the meadow a few times before landing at his very favorite spot, a heap of stones, his throne. He perched there gleefully, scrunching up his face and soaking in the warmth of the sun. He could hear crickets and frogs in the distance, and a small trail of ants were weaving themselves through the rock pile. This was his favorite place to rest, to meditate, and to think about everything. He found himself being less and less irritable over time, and more at peace with his new life. The moth dreams came less frequently now, and were more pleasant when they did. He'd dream of the sound of wing flaps, and soft dust fluttering down around him as he beat his wings. He would always wake up and see his stiff thistle-leaf appendages instead of real wings, but it made him less sad now.

He reached up with one paw and pulled on his little seeding grass, bending it down in front of his face. He busied himself with counting the seeds, for no reason at all, just because it was calming to him. The rock was warm beneath him, having soaked up the warmth of the sun for hours before he'd arrived. Peering down he saw a small lizard take advantage of the heat, sprawled out flat atop a lower stone, drunk with the waves of heat that rippled around him. A breeze blew past, rustling all the grasses, the sound was intensely calming, and Rum found himself drifting into a meditative sleep. This was his home.

PROMPT # 8
FOR ESK # 1506
Read entire Literature on toyhouse here : toyhou.se/~literature/9762.tww…

Scoring; Art;
Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+10 AP (Simple/Vignette Background)
+50 AP (Origin Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
Total AP per submission: 80
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+4 GP (Simple/Vignette Background)
+10 GP (Origin Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 20
Writing;
Base Score: 12 AP (Writing: 626 words)
Total AP per submission: 12
Base Score: 6 GP (Writing: 626 words)
Total GP per submission: 6

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.