1-UP(private)
Sept 3, 2014 19:07:55 GMT -5
Post by datoxicclock on Sept 3, 2014 19:07:55 GMT -5
"1-UP"
This is a part of Dandelion's back story. Dandelion has been in the swamp for nearly a year now, and has found some very unusual mushrooms
While they make him sick at first, an hour after eating them the world starts to change. The lines of the world are less solid, eve wiggling a bit. Colors are brighter.
Then you character comes in, maybe lost, maybe a youngster exploring just for fun. Dandelion believes you to be a ghost. Will you play along; offer him a prophesy; try to solve his problems; tell him he’s an idiot who needs to be carful what he eats? Shenanigans will ensue.
This thread is for Datoxicclock(Dandelion) and Gingergoddess(Ghost) ONLY
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This is a part of Dandelion's back story. Dandelion has been in the swamp for nearly a year now, and has found some very unusual mushrooms
While they make him sick at first, an hour after eating them the world starts to change. The lines of the world are less solid, eve wiggling a bit. Colors are brighter.
Then you character comes in, maybe lost, maybe a youngster exploring just for fun. Dandelion believes you to be a ghost. Will you play along; offer him a prophesy; try to solve his problems; tell him he’s an idiot who needs to be carful what he eats? Shenanigans will ensue.
This thread is for Datoxicclock(Dandelion) and Gingergoddess(Ghost) ONLY
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It was a typical swamp afternoon; hot, humid, and smelly. A thick fog covered the ground, daring the inhabitants to avoid tripping over roots, and covering the smell of any predator that might be lurking nearby.
A small patterned horse lay in one of the few dry spots of the swamp, a small incline under a huge willow tree, its roots spreading all the way to the water below them.
The horse was only ten years old, on his own, and very hungry. Food was not always readily available in the swamp, what grass he could find was tough and salty, the ferns and moss sometimes made him sick, and tree bark was a tough and splintery last resort. He had not yet found anything substantial to eat today. He had hardly eaten a filling meal in weeks; at this point his ribs were showing.
Knowing that food wouldn't magically appear in front of him the young stallion hefted himself up to his feet. He would go for a walk and try to find something good to eat. Shaking the fallen leaves of his back Dandelion gaited down the small slope and into the jungle like forest. Though it was much darker in the forest, Dandelion knew where all the exposed roots and other dangers were, he may not have smarts, but the young horse made up for it in sure footed-ness.
Thorns tried to scrape at the stallions skin and vines attempted to entangle his feet in the dark as he wandered through the thick jungle. None of this bothered him though, his thick shaggy coat and slow steady step kept him safe and calm. As he wandered he let his mind become quiet and simply listened to the sound of his home; the chirp of crickets, the hum of mosquitoes and the occasional growl and snap of crocodiles in the water.
In a small clearing Dandelion decided to forage for food. There was a puddle that looked clean he could sip from and a fern he could nibble on. The fern wasn’t particularly appetizing, but Dandelion suspected this would be his meal for the day, as it was starting to get darker. As he pulled out the last frond and began munching, he spied another plant hiding behind his dinner.
A collection of small grey brown mushrooms with twisty turny stalks looked up at him. Dandelion eyed them as he swallowed the last of the ferns. He was still so hungry, and the mushrooms didn’t look poisonous; they weren't bright red or, purple or anything. And he was pretty sure he remembered his mom occasionally eating a mushroom when he was younger.
After a sniff, they didn't smell poisonous, Dandelion ripped the whole group out of the ground. He let them sit on his tongue for a bit, they tasted better than the ferns and were a little rubbery, fun to move around with his tongue. They weren't exactly filling, but the mushrooms were definitely more satisfying than anything he’d eaten recently.
The sun was beginning to set now, and Dandelion decided to spend the night in the clearing. It was far enough from the water to avoid crocodiles and the worst of the mosquitos, and the ground was dry enough to be able to lie down.
As he began to get comfortable, the young stallion began to feel a bit odd; woozy and dizzy, even his stomach hurt a little. He groaned, thinking it was hunger that was causing him the pain. He had gotten headaches from being hungry before.
He lay down trying to forget his woes and started at the stars through the ancient branches, watching them flicker and wink into existence as the sun sank into the horizon. The sight calmed him and he lay his head on the ground.
That’s when things began to get weird for the little horse. As he blinked at the trees, they began to move. Not walk around, or vibrate, but breathe almost. Their trunks expanded and seemed to glow from within. Dandelion shook his head; he must be overly hungry and tired.
Then the ground changed too. It wasn't moving, at least not that dandelion could tell, but there was a subtle pattern moving across it. The browns danced and collided, climbing over leaves and the young saplings.
Dandelion was distraught, what the hell was happening? Was this clearing alive? Was it going to eat him? He backed into a tree, the Spanish moss caressed his back and tried to whisper something into his ear.
The young horse bolted, taking off at his lateral pace, terrified and confused. What was happening was he dyeing? Was the world ending? Was anywhere safe from whatever was happening?
He stopped for a moment, as he had felt the world shift below him, spinning and groaning. This is where the poor horse finally lost it. He burst out laughing like everything was fine. But nothing was fine; he was confused and scared and didn't know what was going on, so he cried. But the situation was just so darned weird, trees breathing the ground moving? How absolutely ridiculous was that? And so he laughed.
The laughing and crying wouldn't stop. Everything was wonderful and good and the colors were beautiful and he was happy for a second, then he was so alone with no one to tell him what was happening, no family no friends no nothing. And he bawled for mere seconds until he began to laugh again.
This went on for nearly an hour, and Dandelion eventually sank to the ground exhausted. He was finally able to calm himself, even though the world still moved and glowed and occasionally his brain went to some other dimension for a second. Now that he was calmed, it was almost a pleasant experience.
The colors were nice, brighter than normal, and the sky was the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He felt warm and happy inside, and the world seemed to make sense, there as he lay and drooled on the ground. Even his painful hunger was abolished for the time being. Maybe the world wasn't ending.
A small patterned horse lay in one of the few dry spots of the swamp, a small incline under a huge willow tree, its roots spreading all the way to the water below them.
The horse was only ten years old, on his own, and very hungry. Food was not always readily available in the swamp, what grass he could find was tough and salty, the ferns and moss sometimes made him sick, and tree bark was a tough and splintery last resort. He had not yet found anything substantial to eat today. He had hardly eaten a filling meal in weeks; at this point his ribs were showing.
Knowing that food wouldn't magically appear in front of him the young stallion hefted himself up to his feet. He would go for a walk and try to find something good to eat. Shaking the fallen leaves of his back Dandelion gaited down the small slope and into the jungle like forest. Though it was much darker in the forest, Dandelion knew where all the exposed roots and other dangers were, he may not have smarts, but the young horse made up for it in sure footed-ness.
Thorns tried to scrape at the stallions skin and vines attempted to entangle his feet in the dark as he wandered through the thick jungle. None of this bothered him though, his thick shaggy coat and slow steady step kept him safe and calm. As he wandered he let his mind become quiet and simply listened to the sound of his home; the chirp of crickets, the hum of mosquitoes and the occasional growl and snap of crocodiles in the water.
In a small clearing Dandelion decided to forage for food. There was a puddle that looked clean he could sip from and a fern he could nibble on. The fern wasn’t particularly appetizing, but Dandelion suspected this would be his meal for the day, as it was starting to get darker. As he pulled out the last frond and began munching, he spied another plant hiding behind his dinner.
A collection of small grey brown mushrooms with twisty turny stalks looked up at him. Dandelion eyed them as he swallowed the last of the ferns. He was still so hungry, and the mushrooms didn’t look poisonous; they weren't bright red or, purple or anything. And he was pretty sure he remembered his mom occasionally eating a mushroom when he was younger.
After a sniff, they didn't smell poisonous, Dandelion ripped the whole group out of the ground. He let them sit on his tongue for a bit, they tasted better than the ferns and were a little rubbery, fun to move around with his tongue. They weren't exactly filling, but the mushrooms were definitely more satisfying than anything he’d eaten recently.
The sun was beginning to set now, and Dandelion decided to spend the night in the clearing. It was far enough from the water to avoid crocodiles and the worst of the mosquitos, and the ground was dry enough to be able to lie down.
As he began to get comfortable, the young stallion began to feel a bit odd; woozy and dizzy, even his stomach hurt a little. He groaned, thinking it was hunger that was causing him the pain. He had gotten headaches from being hungry before.
He lay down trying to forget his woes and started at the stars through the ancient branches, watching them flicker and wink into existence as the sun sank into the horizon. The sight calmed him and he lay his head on the ground.
That’s when things began to get weird for the little horse. As he blinked at the trees, they began to move. Not walk around, or vibrate, but breathe almost. Their trunks expanded and seemed to glow from within. Dandelion shook his head; he must be overly hungry and tired.
Then the ground changed too. It wasn't moving, at least not that dandelion could tell, but there was a subtle pattern moving across it. The browns danced and collided, climbing over leaves and the young saplings.
Dandelion was distraught, what the hell was happening? Was this clearing alive? Was it going to eat him? He backed into a tree, the Spanish moss caressed his back and tried to whisper something into his ear.
The young horse bolted, taking off at his lateral pace, terrified and confused. What was happening was he dyeing? Was the world ending? Was anywhere safe from whatever was happening?
He stopped for a moment, as he had felt the world shift below him, spinning and groaning. This is where the poor horse finally lost it. He burst out laughing like everything was fine. But nothing was fine; he was confused and scared and didn't know what was going on, so he cried. But the situation was just so darned weird, trees breathing the ground moving? How absolutely ridiculous was that? And so he laughed.
The laughing and crying wouldn't stop. Everything was wonderful and good and the colors were beautiful and he was happy for a second, then he was so alone with no one to tell him what was happening, no family no friends no nothing. And he bawled for mere seconds until he began to laugh again.
This went on for nearly an hour, and Dandelion eventually sank to the ground exhausted. He was finally able to calm himself, even though the world still moved and glowed and occasionally his brain went to some other dimension for a second. Now that he was calmed, it was almost a pleasant experience.
The colors were nice, brighter than normal, and the sky was the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He felt warm and happy inside, and the world seemed to make sense, there as he lay and drooled on the ground. Even his painful hunger was abolished for the time being. Maybe the world wasn't ending.
