01-31-2021, 07:37 PM
SORBET MONROE ROUX
I'M LIVING SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE.
SUPPRESSING WHO I WAS INSIDE.
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It was time for him to at least try and make his own home. He had been living in a temporary shelter but had recently gotten the idea to make his own house and well he liked the twisted forest. It was a mysterious sure and he could say he was afraid of it sometimes, especially given the fact that he had recently been attacked in the forest before he had died and sank into the ocean. But he didn't want to continuously have a fear of the place and he needed to be stronger, smarter, at least be able to defend himself. He had never had and proper combat training but he was slowly learning and picking up things here and there. He just needed to keep practicing. Taking a deep breath he left the boardwalk early that morning and started to make his way toward the twisted forest, trying to ignore the tiredness that clung to his limbs. His eyes roamed over the massive oak trees that made up the thick place and he allowed himself a moment to sense the earth. It was not as dormant now as it had been in the middle of winter, the time for spring was close. But there was still some week to go before it actually got here. With a light step the maned wolf would venture forth, remembering the path as he weaved his way through the forest, the crunch of ice underneath his white glowing pawpads.
The spot he was picking was near the stone house, not next to it but a bit of a walk away. A large oak tree with a massive trunk. It seemed taller than most of the trees around it and it's canopy arched over the others. A mighty protector of the forest he supposed and it would due nicely for a home. As he looked at the tree he hoped to not kill it but instead morph the tree. Closing his eyes he slowly felt for the thread of the tree, feeling the bark, the flow of water, the arching branches. He willed it with his earth manipulation to twist and become hollow, thickening the trunk at the sides and causing it to change. It hollowed and shifted, the groaning and cracking of twisting bark, moving at his will but it took a lot and the maned wolf squeezed his eyes shut tighter, angling his head down a bit more. The tree began to look more like a home with hollowed out window openings and a gap that was a place for a door. The inside was dark but he would fix that with a oaken floor and shelves on the walls. He didn't need much and all he needed to do was decorate it. After this he moved water, pulling moisture from the cold air and making transparent ice windows to fit in the openings to keep out the cold.
Finally opening his eyes he breathed out a soft sigh before flowers began to bloom around the base of the tree, one side was wild and tangled but various in plants while along the ground and along a fallen log nearby the growth of mushrooms began to sprout up. A soft smile fluttered across his tired muzzle and he stepped forward to look at the plants. Yellow orange petals caught his attention and he lifted a paw to brush against them gently, hoping that they survived the frost given that they were born through powers. ''Marigold...sort of the cure all for medical wounds. It'll be nice to have some of these....'' There were various other plants and some he could identify but others were a mystery to him, especially the mushrooms but he hoped that they would be useful. Looking at his new home he hummed softly before walking inside and trying to get to cleaning. Pushing some debris out that was not incorporated. Now he could move his blankets in here...maybe...ask Quasar.. No, no, no, that was a bit much.
All this time he hadn't noticed the strain using his powers had caused on him. Blood slipping out of his ears and dying his coat, but he paused when he felt it against his nostrils. Pulling his ears back he lifted a paw to dab at his muzzle and looking at the abnormally dark liquid. ''Well, that can't be good...'' He breathed out before shaking his head and moving to find a cloth to place over his muzzle.
The spot he was picking was near the stone house, not next to it but a bit of a walk away. A large oak tree with a massive trunk. It seemed taller than most of the trees around it and it's canopy arched over the others. A mighty protector of the forest he supposed and it would due nicely for a home. As he looked at the tree he hoped to not kill it but instead morph the tree. Closing his eyes he slowly felt for the thread of the tree, feeling the bark, the flow of water, the arching branches. He willed it with his earth manipulation to twist and become hollow, thickening the trunk at the sides and causing it to change. It hollowed and shifted, the groaning and cracking of twisting bark, moving at his will but it took a lot and the maned wolf squeezed his eyes shut tighter, angling his head down a bit more. The tree began to look more like a home with hollowed out window openings and a gap that was a place for a door. The inside was dark but he would fix that with a oaken floor and shelves on the walls. He didn't need much and all he needed to do was decorate it. After this he moved water, pulling moisture from the cold air and making transparent ice windows to fit in the openings to keep out the cold.
Finally opening his eyes he breathed out a soft sigh before flowers began to bloom around the base of the tree, one side was wild and tangled but various in plants while along the ground and along a fallen log nearby the growth of mushrooms began to sprout up. A soft smile fluttered across his tired muzzle and he stepped forward to look at the plants. Yellow orange petals caught his attention and he lifted a paw to brush against them gently, hoping that they survived the frost given that they were born through powers. ''Marigold...sort of the cure all for medical wounds. It'll be nice to have some of these....'' There were various other plants and some he could identify but others were a mystery to him, especially the mushrooms but he hoped that they would be useful. Looking at his new home he hummed softly before walking inside and trying to get to cleaning. Pushing some debris out that was not incorporated. Now he could move his blankets in here...maybe...ask Quasar.. No, no, no, that was a bit much.
All this time he hadn't noticed the strain using his powers had caused on him. Blood slipping out of his ears and dying his coat, but he paused when he felt it against his nostrils. Pulling his ears back he lifted a paw to dab at his muzzle and looking at the abnormally dark liquid. ''Well, that can't be good...'' He breathed out before shaking his head and moving to find a cloth to place over his muzzle.
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