<![CDATA[ORIGIN - Year 5 Archives]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/ Sat, 24 Oct 2026 12:44:32 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Cautious Beginning [Hatching]]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7839 Fri, 24 Apr 2020 23:47:28 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7839
Cracks spread across the brittle surface, hard to see at first, hiding among the spiked stars of the pattern. Then the cracks and pressure became too much, the structure unable to hold, and the shell shattered, leaving the small form inside to roll to the moist ground, waking blearily.

It was not the most attractive creature that appeared now. Wrinkled and dull brownish with a slight dome to the head and too-big eyes. He’d grow out of most of that, sure, and with no way to see himself, he could hardly care. His surroundings were much more interesting.

Large eyes scanned his surroundings warily and he walked forward, tongue slowly climbing out to clear one of them before hiding back away. His movements were unpracticed- slow and jerky and uncoordinated. He’d hear a sound or see a flicker through the mist and his head would dart that direction, only for him to start forward again when he lost interest or it proved nothing. He needed to find something to climb or to shelter him.]]>
Cracks spread across the brittle surface, hard to see at first, hiding among the spiked stars of the pattern. Then the cracks and pressure became too much, the structure unable to hold, and the shell shattered, leaving the small form inside to roll to the moist ground, waking blearily.

It was not the most attractive creature that appeared now. Wrinkled and dull brownish with a slight dome to the head and too-big eyes. He’d grow out of most of that, sure, and with no way to see himself, he could hardly care. His surroundings were much more interesting.

Large eyes scanned his surroundings warily and he walked forward, tongue slowly climbing out to clear one of them before hiding back away. His movements were unpracticed- slow and jerky and uncoordinated. He’d hear a sound or see a flicker through the mist and his head would dart that direction, only for him to start forward again when he lost interest or it proved nothing. He needed to find something to climb or to shelter him.]]> <![CDATA[hazy]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7836 Fri, 24 Apr 2020 19:02:32 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7836
If Kera could remember how she got here, she'd likely be angry about it.

She never left her home; not once in the last few cycles. The last thing she remembered was heading to her den to sleep, and then she woke up in darkness. She had been here before-- her chrysalis, she knew of it --but she didn't know how she got here, or where she really even was.

Sleep-died, perhaps.

The rose quartz chrysalis sat in the ruins of her homes-- dark stones and charred foundation piled on top of it. Breaking it was easy enough. A strong leg kicked out behind her and the gemstone came crumbling down; but promptly, she was hit in the face with a brick.

"Oh fuck ME," she snarled through stone. It was akin to digging out of her own grave; a powerful paw lifted to push stone and brick aside as she scrambled up. It hurt. Charred ash and dirt got in her mouth and her eyes as she hauled her girthy body out of the remains of her den.

And even then, she was on top of a mound. Kera's tongue swiped her muzzle as she started half-skidding, half-clambering down, cutting her pawpads on bits of sharp rock. There were no lights or mushrooms here anymore-- they were either crushed or burned away in the fire.

In fact... everything was charred, burnt by fire. What happened here?

The wolf looked around, shook herself out, and then sat down to start licking at the cuts along her legs. "Fuck me," she repeated, spitefully.

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If Kera could remember how she got here, she'd likely be angry about it.

She never left her home; not once in the last few cycles. The last thing she remembered was heading to her den to sleep, and then she woke up in darkness. She had been here before-- her chrysalis, she knew of it --but she didn't know how she got here, or where she really even was.

Sleep-died, perhaps.

The rose quartz chrysalis sat in the ruins of her homes-- dark stones and charred foundation piled on top of it. Breaking it was easy enough. A strong leg kicked out behind her and the gemstone came crumbling down; but promptly, she was hit in the face with a brick.

"Oh fuck ME," she snarled through stone. It was akin to digging out of her own grave; a powerful paw lifted to push stone and brick aside as she scrambled up. It hurt. Charred ash and dirt got in her mouth and her eyes as she hauled her girthy body out of the remains of her den.

And even then, she was on top of a mound. Kera's tongue swiped her muzzle as she started half-skidding, half-clambering down, cutting her pawpads on bits of sharp rock. There were no lights or mushrooms here anymore-- they were either crushed or burned away in the fire.

In fact... everything was charred, burnt by fire. What happened here?

The wolf looked around, shook herself out, and then sat down to start licking at the cuts along her legs. "Fuck me," she repeated, spitefully.

]]> <![CDATA[on a dark night]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7830 Thu, 23 Apr 2020 19:31:30 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7830 i need someone to look into my eyes and tell me

The lights crackled overhead, and then fell dim.

Vivilene adjusted her grip on the satchel around her upper torso. It was about now that she was starting to regret the decision to enable Asteri's Exploring and Cool Herbs Quest, especially after their father had told them, explicitly, to be careful. Vivilene, up until half a second ago, had no intentions of being that careful.

She doubted Asteri did, too.

Moonlit eyes flitted (bleat) to the leopard leading the way. He seemed a lot more (bleat) confident than she ever could be. Was he even afraid (bleat) of the dark? She knew he liked fire, maybe it (bleat) stopped him from being scared. Maybe it stopped him from (bleat) being scared all the time?

Maybe it wasn't so bad, but she could feel the anxiety starting to rise as she fell silent again. Her small hooves weren't exactly made for wandering through swamps, and she didn't like the way the wet mud felt against her legs. Whatever Cool Herbs there were here, she hoped they found them soon.

She looked around, and then back to Asteri. Asking would be a good idea, she decided-- but when she tried to settle and reach for her magicka, she felt a jolt going up her gut instead of the familiar, almost comforting jangle. In response to this she gagged; an abrupt sound compared to her quiet, gentle bleating.

The cervitaur shook herself out and then leapt after Asteri to keep following him, fingers itching against the leathery strap of the satchel.


"girl you know you gotta watch your health"



@Astéri]]> i need someone to look into my eyes and tell me

The lights crackled overhead, and then fell dim.

Vivilene adjusted her grip on the satchel around her upper torso. It was about now that she was starting to regret the decision to enable Asteri's Exploring and Cool Herbs Quest, especially after their father had told them, explicitly, to be careful. Vivilene, up until half a second ago, had no intentions of being that careful.

She doubted Asteri did, too.

Moonlit eyes flitted (bleat) to the leopard leading the way. He seemed a lot more (bleat) confident than she ever could be. Was he even afraid (bleat) of the dark? She knew he liked fire, maybe it (bleat) stopped him from being scared. Maybe it stopped him from (bleat) being scared all the time?

Maybe it wasn't so bad, but she could feel the anxiety starting to rise as she fell silent again. Her small hooves weren't exactly made for wandering through swamps, and she didn't like the way the wet mud felt against her legs. Whatever Cool Herbs there were here, she hoped they found them soon.

She looked around, and then back to Asteri. Asking would be a good idea, she decided-- but when she tried to settle and reach for her magicka, she felt a jolt going up her gut instead of the familiar, almost comforting jangle. In response to this she gagged; an abrupt sound compared to her quiet, gentle bleating.

The cervitaur shook herself out and then leapt after Asteri to keep following him, fingers itching against the leathery strap of the satchel.


"girl you know you gotta watch your health"



@Astéri]]> <![CDATA[Give me my friend]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7825 Tue, 21 Apr 2020 16:42:58 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7825
@Game Master CJ]]>
@Game Master CJ]]> <![CDATA[little shade, little shade]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7822 Tue, 21 Apr 2020 02:13:31 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7822 HIKARI
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.
It seems to be a dreamless sleep that Hikari has found himself in. A hibernation that feels like it stretches on for eternity; who can say how many cycles he has spent in his hyacinth chrysalis while the world went on beyond him?

Needless to say, he is awake, now—and he quickly finds the amniotic fluid he’s immersed in rather unpleasant.

Not to mention containing very little air.

The kick he gives to the inside of the chrysalis in the process of shattering the thing around him is displeased, to say the least—although rationally he knows the chrysalis has done nothing to him except merely exist, well… he’s been in hibernation for caves know how long.

He can afford a bit of irrationality.

He practically sighs with relief at the sights and sounds of familiar Cetus; the protective mist swirling around him, the muddy, humid smell in the air, the distant screaming calls of his favorite birds… ah, it’s good to be awake.

Now, where was he?

He flicks his wings idly as he thinks and winces internally at the wetness still clinging to him, the bits of gemstone shards that have lodged themselves in his feathers disorderly and unbecoming.

Well; that’s something he has to deal with.

He scans his surroundings and begins to make his way to the nearest pool of water; murky as it may be, at least it’ll help with cleaning this fluid off his feathers before it dries and becomes all sticky.

Disgusting.

@Purity]]> HIKARI
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.
It seems to be a dreamless sleep that Hikari has found himself in. A hibernation that feels like it stretches on for eternity; who can say how many cycles he has spent in his hyacinth chrysalis while the world went on beyond him?

Needless to say, he is awake, now—and he quickly finds the amniotic fluid he’s immersed in rather unpleasant.

Not to mention containing very little air.

The kick he gives to the inside of the chrysalis in the process of shattering the thing around him is displeased, to say the least—although rationally he knows the chrysalis has done nothing to him except merely exist, well… he’s been in hibernation for caves know how long.

He can afford a bit of irrationality.

He practically sighs with relief at the sights and sounds of familiar Cetus; the protective mist swirling around him, the muddy, humid smell in the air, the distant screaming calls of his favorite birds… ah, it’s good to be awake.

Now, where was he?

He flicks his wings idly as he thinks and winces internally at the wetness still clinging to him, the bits of gemstone shards that have lodged themselves in his feathers disorderly and unbecoming.

Well; that’s something he has to deal with.

He scans his surroundings and begins to make his way to the nearest pool of water; murky as it may be, at least it’ll help with cleaning this fluid off his feathers before it dries and becomes all sticky.

Disgusting.

@Purity]]> <![CDATA[Bumps and Bruises]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7821 Mon, 20 Apr 2020 21:31:36 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7821
Mitis
Mitis had began to wander after she had emerged, and she had spent most of her time alternatingly scare or awed by what she saw. She had be in awe when she first saw the soft, wet, white substance that lined the tunnel leading off from the cave she was born in. Then as she had cautiously nosed through it, wading deeper into the tunnel as she explored the new phenomenon, she had slipped and fell. It was her first real experience with hurt. It had left bruises and small cuts that left her yelping and crying, stunned by the new sensation.

What was even more worrisome was that she found she was not yet coordinated enough to climb back up into the cave she came from. The child was forced instead to continue to progress through the hurtful tunnel. It had been harrowing for her. She spent the entire time with shaking limbs, clumsily and fearfully moving onward. It had seemed as if the tunnel would never end and she wondered if this was what life was going to be like from now on. Wet, cold, and full of hurts.

After a while, she managed to escape the white tunnel, but not without cuts and bruises in other places from other trips and falls. By the time she emerged into Orion, the little lump of fur was cold and exhausted and miserable, but much more cautious. She had no idea if this was a better place to be than where she was and she was already longing for the place she had woken up. At least it hadn't hurt her.

She huddled not far from the white tunnel's entrance, feet tucked beneath her and ears flattened as she looked outward into the new cave, hoping she could get some idea of what to expect if she waited and rested.



Scuttling. Mumbling. Concerns. Casting.
Stock]]>
Mitis
Mitis had began to wander after she had emerged, and she had spent most of her time alternatingly scare or awed by what she saw. She had be in awe when she first saw the soft, wet, white substance that lined the tunnel leading off from the cave she was born in. Then as she had cautiously nosed through it, wading deeper into the tunnel as she explored the new phenomenon, she had slipped and fell. It was her first real experience with hurt. It had left bruises and small cuts that left her yelping and crying, stunned by the new sensation.

What was even more worrisome was that she found she was not yet coordinated enough to climb back up into the cave she came from. The child was forced instead to continue to progress through the hurtful tunnel. It had been harrowing for her. She spent the entire time with shaking limbs, clumsily and fearfully moving onward. It had seemed as if the tunnel would never end and she wondered if this was what life was going to be like from now on. Wet, cold, and full of hurts.

After a while, she managed to escape the white tunnel, but not without cuts and bruises in other places from other trips and falls. By the time she emerged into Orion, the little lump of fur was cold and exhausted and miserable, but much more cautious. She had no idea if this was a better place to be than where she was and she was already longing for the place she had woken up. At least it hadn't hurt her.

She huddled not far from the white tunnel's entrance, feet tucked beneath her and ears flattened as she looked outward into the new cave, hoping she could get some idea of what to expect if she waited and rested.



Scuttling. Mumbling. Concerns. Casting.
Stock]]> <![CDATA[the new normal]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7819 Mon, 20 Apr 2020 15:47:39 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7819 Polaris was a place she'd never been. It was nice, though- the glow felt enchanting across her pelt, and she hummed softly with the feeling of magic coursing through the air. How nice it was to finally calm down, how great it was to sober up in the cold feeling of river running under her.

She inhaled slowly, then let out her breath. Hargrave had come through here- she didn't have the object permanence of a child, sure, but she still felt a string of nervousness take over her after losing her girlfriend. Girlfriend... Right? Ogh, that was a bag of worms right there. Friend, yeah, but could she even consider Hargrave that way without asking her?

How would she even ask? Her throat clammed at the thought of it, and she looked to the side in an attempt to shove it all down deep within her. Turning her mind elsewhere would be best.

Inhaling deeply, she summoned up something- anything from her gem, seeking to not be so alone in the moment for now.]]> Polaris was a place she'd never been. It was nice, though- the glow felt enchanting across her pelt, and she hummed softly with the feeling of magic coursing through the air. How nice it was to finally calm down, how great it was to sober up in the cold feeling of river running under her.

She inhaled slowly, then let out her breath. Hargrave had come through here- she didn't have the object permanence of a child, sure, but she still felt a string of nervousness take over her after losing her girlfriend. Girlfriend... Right? Ogh, that was a bag of worms right there. Friend, yeah, but could she even consider Hargrave that way without asking her?

How would she even ask? Her throat clammed at the thought of it, and she looked to the side in an attempt to shove it all down deep within her. Turning her mind elsewhere would be best.

Inhaling deeply, she summoned up something- anything from her gem, seeking to not be so alone in the moment for now.]]> <![CDATA[i wanna know about you]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7816 Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:36:38 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7816 She was formless. A gem of hexagon had formed in place, a minuscule thing that'd grown to large proportions in the room that held her. Her. Who was she? She was... She. The cocoon of opal had grown large fast, and she wallowed in it for as long as she could.

She couldn't marvel at its colors. She couldn't feel its walls, she couldn't do much at all. Oh, how dreamy was it to be in the center of this honey and to simply be. Without the visual beauty to take in, she still found the life within gorgeous, stirring through her segmented body.

She pulsed against the edges of her chrysalis. It was tight. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't- she was hungry. She struggled to taste with her mandibles, struggling for more of the sweet honey that'd left the womb that held her. Oh, how hungry she was...

The crack was more felt than heard, and white grew from the confines that previously held it. Air had flooded into the chamber full of simply her. A gasp drew from her- air, and she tilted her head up to feel it.

Oh, how grand this was.]]> She was formless. A gem of hexagon had formed in place, a minuscule thing that'd grown to large proportions in the room that held her. Her. Who was she? She was... She. The cocoon of opal had grown large fast, and she wallowed in it for as long as she could.

She couldn't marvel at its colors. She couldn't feel its walls, she couldn't do much at all. Oh, how dreamy was it to be in the center of this honey and to simply be. Without the visual beauty to take in, she still found the life within gorgeous, stirring through her segmented body.

She pulsed against the edges of her chrysalis. It was tight. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't- she was hungry. She struggled to taste with her mandibles, struggling for more of the sweet honey that'd left the womb that held her. Oh, how hungry she was...

The crack was more felt than heard, and white grew from the confines that previously held it. Air had flooded into the chamber full of simply her. A gasp drew from her- air, and she tilted her head up to feel it.

Oh, how grand this was.]]> <![CDATA[the memory of innocence]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7814 Sun, 19 Apr 2020 12:58:43 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7814
She continued to stumble through Polaris, burning pain shooting up her injured legs before, with a finality, they gave way beneath her and she felt flat on the stone, about halfway between the strange rings and the cave she called a home. She was breathing heavily, a bit of panic in her chest. How was she going to get home like this? How was she going to do anything like this? She still needed to tell Aure about what she'd done and the decision she'd made, she needed to restart her life! A second chance!

She sniffled and tried to move her legs but they were so sore, they merely budged weakly as she begged them to move. No, no, she was stronger then this! She was going to learn all the spells in the world, hold every magic possible in her pawpads! She was going to do it! But even looking through her vast repertoire of spells that she carried, she couldn't think of a single one that would help her right now. So she went limp, defeated, glazed eyes just staring ahead where the Spire sparkled in the distance. Is this where it's going to end? Right near where it started?
@Aure]]>
She continued to stumble through Polaris, burning pain shooting up her injured legs before, with a finality, they gave way beneath her and she felt flat on the stone, about halfway between the strange rings and the cave she called a home. She was breathing heavily, a bit of panic in her chest. How was she going to get home like this? How was she going to do anything like this? She still needed to tell Aure about what she'd done and the decision she'd made, she needed to restart her life! A second chance!

She sniffled and tried to move her legs but they were so sore, they merely budged weakly as she begged them to move. No, no, she was stronger then this! She was going to learn all the spells in the world, hold every magic possible in her pawpads! She was going to do it! But even looking through her vast repertoire of spells that she carried, she couldn't think of a single one that would help her right now. So she went limp, defeated, glazed eyes just staring ahead where the Spire sparkled in the distance. Is this where it's going to end? Right near where it started?
@Aure]]> <![CDATA[A Sheep is Born [hatching]]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7813 Sun, 19 Apr 2020 05:15:52 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7813


In the furthest reaches of Eridanus, right where the cave opens to Tunnel I, there was a small black chrysalis. It was sitting on the edge of the entrance to the cave, a barely noticeable thing. Indeed, the gembound inside must be quite small.

Life is strange. When you don't have a clue what's going on, all you can see is darkness and all you feel is cramped. That's how Void was feeling at the moment, the small ungulate feeling frustrated by whatever it was that was keeping her trapped.

"Let.. me.. out!" she bayed, knocking a cloven hoof against the wall of her chrysalis. The form of it, black as night from the inside, gave a crack. Light began to peer through, and Void was encouraged. She let out a bleat, slamming her hoof against the chrysalis once more.

Another crack. Good.

With all her might, she tried once more to break open the shell surrounding her. She gave a powerful kick to the confines of this hell, and felt the chrysalis give way to her. As quickly as she had kicked, she was free, and her small and fuzzy body was laid out flat on the ground - she hadn't expected to tumble out.

Lifting her head, she looked around her at the mosses.

"Speech."
Thoughts


Tags: AW]]>


In the furthest reaches of Eridanus, right where the cave opens to Tunnel I, there was a small black chrysalis. It was sitting on the edge of the entrance to the cave, a barely noticeable thing. Indeed, the gembound inside must be quite small.

Life is strange. When you don't have a clue what's going on, all you can see is darkness and all you feel is cramped. That's how Void was feeling at the moment, the small ungulate feeling frustrated by whatever it was that was keeping her trapped.

"Let.. me.. out!" she bayed, knocking a cloven hoof against the wall of her chrysalis. The form of it, black as night from the inside, gave a crack. Light began to peer through, and Void was encouraged. She let out a bleat, slamming her hoof against the chrysalis once more.

Another crack. Good.

With all her might, she tried once more to break open the shell surrounding her. She gave a powerful kick to the confines of this hell, and felt the chrysalis give way to her. As quickly as she had kicked, she was free, and her small and fuzzy body was laid out flat on the ground - she hadn't expected to tumble out.

Lifting her head, she looked around her at the mosses.

"Speech."
Thoughts


Tags: AW]]> <![CDATA[Mud bath of the century]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7812 Sun, 19 Apr 2020 02:26:46 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7812

Sheng lay comfortably in a large muddy patch somewhere within eridanus, enjoying the relaxation and calm that burying himself within the dirt and mud brought, taking in the scent of dirt and nature around him. he hummed, overall uncaring of the rest of the world around him.

he stretched, yawning as he wriggled in the mud, slapping his tail against it playfully.]]>

Sheng lay comfortably in a large muddy patch somewhere within eridanus, enjoying the relaxation and calm that burying himself within the dirt and mud brought, taking in the scent of dirt and nature around him. he hummed, overall uncaring of the rest of the world around him.

he stretched, yawning as he wriggled in the mud, slapping his tail against it playfully.]]> <![CDATA[please dont make me name this thread]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7810 Sat, 18 Apr 2020 23:58:46 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7810 Backdated to a few days after spin me around

Ever since Shango had introduced her to the world of delicious bananas, Seshat just hadn't stopped, realizing that she could just conjured them right in her mouth, biting down on the wonderfully sweet fruit that, although she didn't realize this, also made her sparkly. It was more filling then absorb nutrients could ever do for her, it was a task far more enjoyable then just looking at the Spire and she filled up much of her day with eating bananas and thinking about the memories.

But an uncomfortable feeling was rising in her lower stomach, like she was bloated despite the crystalline skin, and it soon developed into a horrible pain that had her trembling in her crystal. She couldn't do anything about it. She didn't know any spells that would help, she couldn't think of anything she could do, she only had to endure it as it got worse and worse.

It took a few days, but, eventually, when the pain had her on the edge of consciousness, she felt a tingling on her neck and a stiffening of the muscles in her face. Something was crawling over her back and pressing down even heavier on the already tremendous weight of her gemstone. She didn't react, though, too worn out by the constant pressure on her gut and the pain that was slowly killing her to even care until the rest of her head was encased within an amethyst and she fell into unconsiousness.

*exit

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Ever since Shango had introduced her to the world of delicious bananas, Seshat just hadn't stopped, realizing that she could just conjured them right in her mouth, biting down on the wonderfully sweet fruit that, although she didn't realize this, also made her sparkly. It was more filling then absorb nutrients could ever do for her, it was a task far more enjoyable then just looking at the Spire and she filled up much of her day with eating bananas and thinking about the memories.

But an uncomfortable feeling was rising in her lower stomach, like she was bloated despite the crystalline skin, and it soon developed into a horrible pain that had her trembling in her crystal. She couldn't do anything about it. She didn't know any spells that would help, she couldn't think of anything she could do, she only had to endure it as it got worse and worse.

It took a few days, but, eventually, when the pain had her on the edge of consciousness, she felt a tingling on her neck and a stiffening of the muscles in her face. Something was crawling over her back and pressing down even heavier on the already tremendous weight of her gemstone. She didn't react, though, too worn out by the constant pressure on her gut and the pain that was slowly killing her to even care until the rest of her head was encased within an amethyst and she fell into unconsiousness.

*exit

]]> <![CDATA[DIGGING UP GRAVES]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7809 Sat, 18 Apr 2020 21:08:23 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7809 c1,dt {color:#dd8833; font-weight: bold;} c1t {color:#dd8833; font-style: italic;} c2,dl {color:#bb5555; font-weight: bold;} c2t {color:#bb5555; font-style: italic;} c3,li {color:#ff3344; font-weight: bold;} c3t {color:#ff3344; font-style: italic;}
δεξιά . κέντρο . αριστερά


The unease dogged at Kerberos, unrelenting even now. He knew it wasn't the-- the Murder, the big M, the brutal killing and eating he had done of a Greater Gembound-- that had felt different. But when he chased down the feeling, he ended up in the middle of Tunnel K, in the dark, chilling place between worlds.

The gate that he guarded.

Something was wrong, here. Kerberos paced back and forth, sniffing here and there to try and figure out where he had left the bones and the gem.

He had hid it all just a little too well, it seemed. That, or someone had moved the bones. Was that possible? Why would someone do that? The hellhound whined, pacing a bit more urgently. They had been right here, hadn't they?

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δεξιά . κέντρο . αριστερά


The unease dogged at Kerberos, unrelenting even now. He knew it wasn't the-- the Murder, the big M, the brutal killing and eating he had done of a Greater Gembound-- that had felt different. But when he chased down the feeling, he ended up in the middle of Tunnel K, in the dark, chilling place between worlds.

The gate that he guarded.

Something was wrong, here. Kerberos paced back and forth, sniffing here and there to try and figure out where he had left the bones and the gem.

He had hid it all just a little too well, it seemed. That, or someone had moved the bones. Was that possible? Why would someone do that? The hellhound whined, pacing a bit more urgently. They had been right here, hadn't they?

]]> <![CDATA[Brother where are you?]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7808 Sat, 18 Apr 2020 17:16:49 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7808
Trick or treat!
The little canid wasn't feeling quite well , something was missing or should say someone. Pavonia wasn't no where to be found, and the several weeks and event months of his dissapeaence made Siobhan feel concerned. He was supposed to protect him always , to be with him all the time. But someday he was just gone, gone from his life. And it may could pass months, weeks or years but maybe he wasn't ready to think he was gone.

But whatever he thought, he was alone now. Walking on his own, unsure about where he should do or what to do. And after some time he just sat with worried eyes.

. Speech.
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Trick or treat!
The little canid wasn't feeling quite well , something was missing or should say someone. Pavonia wasn't no where to be found, and the several weeks and event months of his dissapeaence made Siobhan feel concerned. He was supposed to protect him always , to be with him all the time. But someday he was just gone, gone from his life. And it may could pass months, weeks or years but maybe he wasn't ready to think he was gone.

But whatever he thought, he was alone now. Walking on his own, unsure about where he should do or what to do. And after some time he just sat with worried eyes.

. Speech.
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Tupu lifted upon her hind legs, holding her forelimbs at her side like a skinny bigfoot. She stretched her tongue towards the cocao pod. It shook, but didn't fall. Tupu screamed at it.

@Angela]]>
Tupu lifted upon her hind legs, holding her forelimbs at her side like a skinny bigfoot. She stretched her tongue towards the cocao pod. It shook, but didn't fall. Tupu screamed at it.

@Angela]]> <![CDATA[My name is Hanate Wakuso Shiseo Tadashite Teriyaki Suzuki Honda Civic]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7800 Fri, 17 Apr 2020 01:02:14 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7800

Ruby-Beta stalked through Pisces, many eyes narrowed with slight displeasure. Now that the Overseer's eyes were no longer on it, it was harder and harder to actually motivate itself to go searching for other to fulfill the tasks that had been set out for it. Without a watchful eye, all it wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. Would the Overseer really noticed if he decided to just slack off all the time? Would it really matter?

No, it convinced itself that it would matter. And, besides, it wanted to impress the Overseer. It wanted his approval. That's what was important. It had been given these tasks directly from him and it would carry them out to the letter because that's what Ruby-Beta had decided was the purpose of its life - to do what the Overseer, and only the Overseer, told it to do.

It stepped through Pisces, but even with its senses alert, it did not know if it was coming upon anything soon. It didn't know if there was even anything else in this cave to begin with. Well, that would be extremely disappointing, if it came all the way here only to have nothing to hunt. Maybe it should have stuck to Lessers.

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Ruby-Beta stalked through Pisces, many eyes narrowed with slight displeasure. Now that the Overseer's eyes were no longer on it, it was harder and harder to actually motivate itself to go searching for other to fulfill the tasks that had been set out for it. Without a watchful eye, all it wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. Would the Overseer really noticed if he decided to just slack off all the time? Would it really matter?

No, it convinced itself that it would matter. And, besides, it wanted to impress the Overseer. It wanted his approval. That's what was important. It had been given these tasks directly from him and it would carry them out to the letter because that's what Ruby-Beta had decided was the purpose of its life - to do what the Overseer, and only the Overseer, told it to do.

It stepped through Pisces, but even with its senses alert, it did not know if it was coming upon anything soon. It didn't know if there was even anything else in this cave to begin with. Well, that would be extremely disappointing, if it came all the way here only to have nothing to hunt. Maybe it should have stuck to Lessers.

@Imp]]> <![CDATA[mom?]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7798 Thu, 16 Apr 2020 22:48:15 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7798

She was far overdue hatching again, she'd woken up some time ago, but had blatantly refused to move an inch, not at all interested in breaking free from this place, to go back out into the world and suffer without Mother. No, she was just going to stay here. Stay here and be alone because that was the only thing that mattered - she no longer had a Mother.

She felt sick. She felt weak. She felt like one touch would shatter her. She wondered if she could even break out of here if she wanted to. She needed to find Mother again. She needed to return to her because she hadn't felt like this when she was with Her. She had felt nothing but love and affection, nothing but her grace and the comfort of a family to surround her. Now all she felt was cold, despite the warmth of her chrysalis, and loneliness. No thoughts in her head, no touches of pride or love to keep her calm. Nothing...nothing but silence.

She wanted to stay here forever. To wither away into nothing. Without Mother, what was life? What did it mean, what was she supposed to do? What was she to become? But she didn't have a chance to return to her dark musings - her time in the chrysalis was up. The shell, too weak to sustain her any longer, cracked without her consent and dumped her on the ground, the amniotic fluids expelling from her lungs as she reflexively took in a deep breath.

She flopped onto the wet ground of Cetus, exactly where she'd been slammed to the ground and utterly broken. Right in the middle of where the war had happened and all she was faced with...was the tree. The den that Mother had lived within, where she had lived with Pallas and Howl and all the others. The tree. It was gone. All that was left there was a sinkhole. An open pit filled with muddy swamp water with littered shards of burnt wood drifting on its surface.

So that was it then. Mother was gone. The family was gone. Her home was gone. Emotion clogged up her throat and she sniffled, descending quickly into sobs and she curled up tighter in on herself, feeling so utterly alone in the world, trembling as she released her sorrows. She wanted her Mother back.


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She was far overdue hatching again, she'd woken up some time ago, but had blatantly refused to move an inch, not at all interested in breaking free from this place, to go back out into the world and suffer without Mother. No, she was just going to stay here. Stay here and be alone because that was the only thing that mattered - she no longer had a Mother.

She felt sick. She felt weak. She felt like one touch would shatter her. She wondered if she could even break out of here if she wanted to. She needed to find Mother again. She needed to return to her because she hadn't felt like this when she was with Her. She had felt nothing but love and affection, nothing but her grace and the comfort of a family to surround her. Now all she felt was cold, despite the warmth of her chrysalis, and loneliness. No thoughts in her head, no touches of pride or love to keep her calm. Nothing...nothing but silence.

She wanted to stay here forever. To wither away into nothing. Without Mother, what was life? What did it mean, what was she supposed to do? What was she to become? But she didn't have a chance to return to her dark musings - her time in the chrysalis was up. The shell, too weak to sustain her any longer, cracked without her consent and dumped her on the ground, the amniotic fluids expelling from her lungs as she reflexively took in a deep breath.

She flopped onto the wet ground of Cetus, exactly where she'd been slammed to the ground and utterly broken. Right in the middle of where the war had happened and all she was faced with...was the tree. The den that Mother had lived within, where she had lived with Pallas and Howl and all the others. The tree. It was gone. All that was left there was a sinkhole. An open pit filled with muddy swamp water with littered shards of burnt wood drifting on its surface.

So that was it then. Mother was gone. The family was gone. Her home was gone. Emotion clogged up her throat and she sniffled, descending quickly into sobs and she curled up tighter in on herself, feeling so utterly alone in the world, trembling as she released her sorrows. She wanted her Mother back.


]]> <![CDATA[Aight im boutta head out]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7797 Thu, 16 Apr 2020 22:33:21 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7797
No dice. All they did was stain their nubs brown. Browner than usual. Oka sighed. The..the plant looked pretty though! It looked pretty against their tree. Their gaze was drawn to the grass near the base of the tree. The smaller, normal grass.

"Will you grow, maybe?" Oka took a clump of grass. Taking care to try and preserve as many roots as possible. "Please?"Oka said.


((This thread is private since Oka is just chrysalizing but if you REALLY want in just @ me))]]>
No dice. All they did was stain their nubs brown. Browner than usual. Oka sighed. The..the plant looked pretty though! It looked pretty against their tree. Their gaze was drawn to the grass near the base of the tree. The smaller, normal grass.

"Will you grow, maybe?" Oka took a clump of grass. Taking care to try and preserve as many roots as possible. "Please?"Oka said.


((This thread is private since Oka is just chrysalizing but if you REALLY want in just @ me))]]> <![CDATA[The Black]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7795 Thu, 16 Apr 2020 21:53:40 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7795
Venus
so many ways to see the sunrise
Their meditations at the shrine, sitting before the darkness, next to the dog, had opened Venus's eyes. And ears, especially to the whispers. There really was a discovery to be made here, something incredible that would surely make them more noticed, more important then anyone else! And one of the things that hose whispers promised...was the black. The oil that seeped from a gembounds body when it died. There was something there, knowledge, perhaps, more then just it seemed.

Venus left the cave only for this, to hunt and find a gembound that could be melted into this oil that held so many secrets. They stepped into Canis, senses alert for something small that even they could hunt. They crouched down and stalked into the bones, until they heard a shuffling. A mouse, probably, and they leaped forward, just barely trapping it under their little claws.

With a swift bite, it squeaked and fell still and Venus sat back, waiting...

It didn't take long for it to happen, the skin and fur beginning to bubble and melt away, leaving nothing but a puddle of black oil. They hesitated, a little concerned by this. Were they sure that...this was okay? That this was safe? Well, it didn't matter - Pride was always risking his life to defend the Seven! Venus would have to do the same!

They leaned forward and licked at the liquid, nose twisting with disgust at the horrendous taste. But they forced themselves to continued, lapping it all up and choking down vomit until it was all consumed. They retched again, pressing a paw against their muzzle to stop themselves from vomiting everything they'd just eaten, before they turned and hobbled back to the tunnel to return to the altar. Perhaps more secrets would be revealed to them.

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Venus
so many ways to see the sunrise
Their meditations at the shrine, sitting before the darkness, next to the dog, had opened Venus's eyes. And ears, especially to the whispers. There really was a discovery to be made here, something incredible that would surely make them more noticed, more important then anyone else! And one of the things that hose whispers promised...was the black. The oil that seeped from a gembounds body when it died. There was something there, knowledge, perhaps, more then just it seemed.

Venus left the cave only for this, to hunt and find a gembound that could be melted into this oil that held so many secrets. They stepped into Canis, senses alert for something small that even they could hunt. They crouched down and stalked into the bones, until they heard a shuffling. A mouse, probably, and they leaped forward, just barely trapping it under their little claws.

With a swift bite, it squeaked and fell still and Venus sat back, waiting...

It didn't take long for it to happen, the skin and fur beginning to bubble and melt away, leaving nothing but a puddle of black oil. They hesitated, a little concerned by this. Were they sure that...this was okay? That this was safe? Well, it didn't matter - Pride was always risking his life to defend the Seven! Venus would have to do the same!

They leaned forward and licked at the liquid, nose twisting with disgust at the horrendous taste. But they forced themselves to continued, lapping it all up and choking down vomit until it was all consumed. They retched again, pressing a paw against their muzzle to stop themselves from vomiting everything they'd just eaten, before they turned and hobbled back to the tunnel to return to the altar. Perhaps more secrets would be revealed to them.

Corruption: 5]]> <![CDATA[Risen from the dark]]> https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7794 Thu, 16 Apr 2020 21:03:29 -0500 https://origin.boreal-nights.space/showthread.php?tid=7794

It had been a long time. Azrael barely remembered it, it was barely a shadow in his memory now, obscured by cycles of time and shrouded by a more evolved mind and matured way of thinking. He had only been a mindless beast, driven by instinct and hunger and anger and now he could think - he had a complex mind, he had experience, and when he sat down to think about what he'd done, the very first thing, he realized that he had really been a monster.

His first act as a living being had been to kill another. Because it had been a thinking creature as well. Perhaps it hadn't talked, but it had been intelligent. He had killed someone without any sort of mercy and left its stones hidden within the bones.

He remembered where he'd hatched - his den was nearby, but the exact place may be difficult to find. The location of the white stone would be hard. But he would prevail. He would find it and give it a second chance.

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It had been a long time. Azrael barely remembered it, it was barely a shadow in his memory now, obscured by cycles of time and shrouded by a more evolved mind and matured way of thinking. He had only been a mindless beast, driven by instinct and hunger and anger and now he could think - he had a complex mind, he had experience, and when he sat down to think about what he'd done, the very first thing, he realized that he had really been a monster.

His first act as a living being had been to kill another. Because it had been a thinking creature as well. Perhaps it hadn't talked, but it had been intelligent. He had killed someone without any sort of mercy and left its stones hidden within the bones.

He remembered where he'd hatched - his den was nearby, but the exact place may be difficult to find. The location of the white stone would be hard. But he would prevail. He would find it and give it a second chance.

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