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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 6:25 pm
a pet dino sorry this is kind of an odd start! but wanted to leave it open to you for whatever.  It was early morning, and a thick fog was stretched between the trees. Everything was wet. Everything was so wet you could almost forget the very concept of dryness -- and what was that, anyway, besides an absence of the usual wet? You could wash your hair just by walking, and when you breathed you felt yourself to be a fairly close relative of a fish, gasping and blinking and breathing in the wetness.
Matchitemin was soaked, head to toe, and habitually content. Yeah, content -- that was probably the best word to describe it. He wasn’t happy, not really. There wasn’t much to be happy about. He lived alone, save for the few wild creatures he had befriended enough to the point where they tolerated him as company (never quite tame enough to be considered pets, but that was fine with him, for he was hardly tame himself). But he wasn’t sad either. Things didn’t bother him, as they once had when he was younger -- the stares of others on his rare ventures into town, the frightened whispers of the superstitious ones in his village. Who cared about them? Even if they were right, about him being cursed and all, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He was himself, after all. He couldn’t exactly avoid his own presence.
Matchitemin sat perched on a rock this morning, a piece of slided tree-bark before him, a polished stone scraper in his hand. He was running the stone along the raw side of the bark, scraping out a thick brown-black paste with a strong herbal scent. It was laborious work, and his matted, tangled hair swung down from his head, swaying with the effort… but he kept at it without rest, occasionally collecting the paste into a small ceramic jar.
His eyes glowed with silent focus, entirely at home in this strange, ghostly morning.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:06 pm
Stereochrome Sorry for taking so long! The end of the school year is the worst and I underestimated how much work I'd have!  Ayanna didn't mind the forest. She knew of the tales that were told about going to far into the forest, about how only the cursed ones went far into the forest, but she was unafraid. She was one of the chosen ones, and as such she had protection wherever she went. So while she wouldn't encourage a normal person to head into the forest, for her it wasn't something she even thought twice about. She wanted to go there, and so she went.
As she walked through the forest she was pleased with the way the moisture gathered on her skin. The feeling was comforting to her. Like the feeling of her mother's arms wrapped around her. She she went deeper and deeper into the forest, further and further from her home and normal civilization, for further in was where the fog was the most dense.
Although alone for most of the time she eventually heard sounds that alerted her to someone else's presence. The presence of a cursed one, no doubt, after all who else would be out this far. Unless there was a priestess or priest who had the same idea that she had that morning.
"Hello?" she called in the direction that the sound was coming from. "Who's there?" Although she would call it fearless, calling out to the unknown, most would call it stupid.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 2:04 pm
a pet dino np np <3 i've been pretty busy too.
But there it was, the soft sound of footsteps nearby. These was a time when he would have darted away, not knowing what to expect. A beast? An angry local? Or, worse than anything, a stranger? But now he knew better. Even as he worked on gathering the bark-paste, he could pick up that whoever this was two-legged and smaller than one of the green women. An earthling, doubtless. And if it was someone who dared venture this deep into the forest, he supposed he didn’t much mind their own company. As long as they didn’t start yelling or doing something equally bothersome.
“Hello?” He heard a girl’s voice. “Who’s there?”
Matchitemin paused in his motions, holding the scraper over the bark and catching a glimpse of lavender through the foliage.
“Hm.” Was his only reply, a sound loud enough to call attention to himself, but nothing particularly startling or remarkable. He wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. It wasn’t like she knew him, so what was the point of giving her his name? Anyhow, he was having trouble remembering it himself, as of late. Names didn’t do you much good when you lived in the wilderness.
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