Compelled to Wander

Lantanna

4 y/o small Male
Calla & Lily, Female Common Blackbirds
Front hooves clicked against the ground as Lantanna created a brand new path in the cherry blossom plantation. A path of dead grass and shriveled up petals marked where he had been. With each step, plant life shriveled away under Lantanna's hooves and sent a wave of energy through his body that burst out of his wooden antlers as a small pink flower. Lantanna body was littered with vibrant flowers and vines that pulsed with energy. The deep magic ingrained in the cherry blossom trees and flowers of the plantation was needlessly sucked away to decorate Lantanna's fur.
 
Hanging in the sky like noxious smoke were Calla and Lily, Lantanna's familiar. The two black birds wove through falling pink and white petals. They took care to avoid hitting any of them. Although Lantanna's rich brown flowery fur helped him blend in, his black familIar stood out against the softer colours of the earth, but with Calla Lily in the sky, they could scout out any danger while Lantanna hid among the trees Each bird had a single piercing yellow eye that swept across the forest, ready to pick out anything that didn't match the browns and pinks of the plantation. 
 
Lantanna always needed to walk. He spent most of his life wandering. An unconscious urge kept him walking and sucking the life out of more plants. Lantanna would just walk for hours without any food as he hit different forests and fields. Draining each of their magic.
 
Calla, the bird with a right eye, called out to her master. Calla and Lily had spotted a suspicious movement among the trees. It was a shrill bird cry that could have been from any other bird, but Lantanna knew their signal. 
 
Reflexively, Lantanna responded to the warning by releasing energy and creating a short bush barricade in the direction of the noise. As he did so, a pair of newly grown pinks flowers withered from his right hoof and fell to the ground. Branches sprouted from where the flowers landed and wove together to make a dense barrier. Leaves and flowers sprouted out from each wooden limb. He stepped back cautiously, as he awaited a sign of danger.
 
Notes: Feel free to have Lantanna spot Newt or he could have just seen something else moving in the forest and Newt can still sneak up on him
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Newt

6 y/o xlarge Female

Swirling brides of the king of forests did saunter towards their inevitable crypts. Their lovely dresses, still touched in pink, would soon curl and crumble. The ashes of their lovely bodies would further fuel the legacies of their existence. It was the way of the world to be filled with beauty and fall to decay. Violet eyes quizzically analyzed the forgotten pelts strewn around her paws. So easily did they shred with one swift scratch of a paw. She wondered if her mind looked just as disheveled as the petals blanketing the forest floor.
 
The world slanted just a little as the air around her began to form. Soft tuffs of fog formed around her body as she moved from patch to patch. That protective part of her mind did wiggle within her essence of her body. As her mind wandered on the diversity and destructive pattern that followed her the build up of panic snuck around the edges of her. However, that part of her that knew what to look for already had began to sooth her by manipulating her fog to come and sooth her restlessness. In turn it made her question if it was truly her head that rested on her shoulders.
 
Distant songs of familiar fauna did slightly catch the behemoths attention. Discomfort filled her neck as she had shifted to find the source of the sound. Her chest still throbbed from her encounter with Octaiva. The bruising had just started to heal so the quicker motions still caused her uneasiness. She wondered if the calling birds did taunt her in the distance. When it was unclear if she was real or but a figment of someone else’s dream. Her heavy head was now lifted skywards as she failed to notice the man that belonged to the calling crows.  


@Lantanna
"Newt Speaks,"

 
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Lantanna

4 y/o small Male
Calla & Lily, Female Common Blackbirds
Lantanna


As Lantanna awaited the lurking danger, the fog began to set in. From the sudden appearance, Lantanna knew it must have been a Wind Wolf. His familiar was on high alert. They swept among the trees, watching for more wolves. If this stranger had reinforcements, Lantanna couldn’t afford to dally. He needed to protect himself at all costs. Yet there was no sign of an ambush. His bird's search was fruitless which left him with an absent-minded wolf walking right up to him.
 
"Wind Wolf, do you mean me harm?"
Lantanna called cautiously. 
 
His deer mutation ran deep. The blood of his ancestors urged Lantanna to run away. Yet somehow he was able to defy his natural instinct. The loneliness of his life was slowly corroding his mind. Sounds of nature and crows were his only companions on his long treks. He walked alone endlessly; his only drive was the cycle of life. An eternal cycle of death and life spurred on by the touch granted to him by the Gods. The life he lived was the one his parents brought him up in. But perhaps, he could risk a few moments to chat with a stranger before continuing on with the mundane.

@Newt




"Speaking"

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Newt

6 y/o xlarge Female

 Violet eyes watched as the familiars of the deer wolf did circle around her. A tilt of her head was given as the sound of another caught her attention. Her head pulled towards the concerned gaze of a small man. He was unique looking to say the least but she was fascinated with those beautiful horns. His question was loaded. Did she ever really mean anyone harm? Well, what kind of harm? Emotional or physical, It always seemed to follow her as her mind lost her.
 
The fog around her seemed to hesitate. As if it were frozen in time. They it began to fade away as she offered a confused smile. Her heavy behemoth head fell towards him as she sniffed him. “Order is often a mystery to me but violence is only offered if it’s warranted. “ She said simply, her tail curled around behind her as she slid her heavy body towards the ground. The ache in her neck made her wince but she was happy to cling to the anchor of her reality. So long as she knew she was who she thought she was then she could function in the now. “Are you offering blood or a name.” she asked, the heaviness of her voice was evident. It had been far too long since she had allowed herself the comforts of conversation.
 
Her gaze shifted back towards the circling birds. She was curious what it was like to have something connected to them. Did they know how he felt? Did they hear his private thoughts? Did they care or where they obligated to be by his side. It was frustrating for her to know the depths of dynamics and yet all hers had crumbled away with time. Everything faded, as she did, and what were left were always ashes in the wind. The heartache of it was almost always with her and yet she was mostly the one to blame. At least, so they all reminded her. Yet, who was the culprit of her unhinging?

@Lantanna
"Newt Speaks,"

 
Table @Centience


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