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Post by heika on Aug 8, 2018 0:20:44 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","tempbackground2"] [attr="class","tempinfo"] [attr="class","boopsie"]Prompt #03 Though most characters have come to thrive in this new world, writing their stories as ones of success and not failure, nothing gold can stay. Through heart wrenching trials and tribulations, your character has come to lost all hope that they will achieve their goals, be it of godhood or something else. They are at the lowest point in their lives. How do they view themselves or the world around them?
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Post by Sundew on Aug 8, 2018 1:02:54 GMT
How long had she spent in this fucking land? How long had she been here, among these gods who wandered, cut loose from any attachment to home or family? It was her own fault. There was no doubting that. She had lusted for power. She had not thought long of what she was giving up - only the great work she could do. In fairness, she had been thinking of all the good she could do. So many here were lost. It pained her to see wolves aching for love, so lost in despair and sorrow that they could not enjoy the simple pleasures of life: sunshine on your pack, a full belly after a good hunt, the love of a pack around you. That was what it meant to be a wolf. Here everyone was adrift, born on tides of magic and isolation. To become a god, the guides said, you must do this or that. You must prove yourself to us. And so, like a good little girl, she had done what she was told. For what? God of joy, oh yes, but what joy is there without a family? "A god cannot bear children of the body. We procreate with a dream..."Fuck them all. Fuck Oberon most of all. Godhood should come with a serious warning label. No children? Sundew had always thought, had always known that she would someday know the joy of life. That she would give birth, that her pups would suckle at her teat, that they would grow before her eyes to have their own pups. Such was the way of life. She had been denied life, not through trickery or deceit, but through a fool's ambition. Her own. Sundew sobbed. A child born of dreams was no child at all, but some sending sent from gods knew where. And, apparently, they didn't. A black and terrible feeling rose out of some dark pit within the depths of her being. It was not sorrow, not despair. It was rage. The God of Joy reached out with a power that had once been the golden warmth of sunlight. Now it twirled and twined like some parasitic worm sinking hooks into its host. She had been given happiness as her domain, earned it, but no one had told her how she must rule it. Barbed tendrils fixed themselves firmly in the very fabric of those around her. With a primal scream, she wrenched as far into the depths of "joy" that she could find. The antithesis of laughter, of joking with a friend, of waking refreshed from a nap, of splashing in the shallows in the summer, of watching the stars shine, of finding a soul mate, of feeling life move in your womb, of teaching your children to hunt, singing to the moon as a pack, and on and on and on and on... Until it seemed as if there was nothing good left in the world. There was their fucking warning label. 505 WORDS FOR PROMPT ― when sunny goes dark willow |
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Post by Vidar on Aug 8, 2018 1:45:59 GMT
and the siren's song sweetly sucks me down It had finally sunk in. All the things that had been sustaining him for all this time (Years? Decades? He had lost track long ago.) we useless fantasies. He really would never amount to anything. Among all the gods of nature, he was the worst and most useless. Grow a plant, talk to it, heal it from mites, what use is that but to a tree? To wolves he was nothing more than a way to feed prey. And the amount of derision he got when he shared his strain of deer berries! It was like he was living with a bunch of useless louts and not wolves elevated from mortal to divine! There was the catch though. He no longer felt as if he was more wolf than god. They seemed like an alien species to him. All of his connections had been severed one by one in a series of damning realizations. Morpheus was changed from the guide who had greeted him. They could never truly be allies. His children would never truly forgive him, let alone speak to him. And then, last and worst of all, he had accepted that he would never be able to bring Berry back. No plant or animal mimic could ever be a replacement, not without mocking the love in his heart. For a while he had seriously considered trying to dream her into being, infusing all of his memories of her into a new creature, fresh from some realm beyond their own. It was impossible to dream a god-child by yourself. It required at least two gods. Who would dream with him? Even if he could think of willing candidates, there was no one worthy enough to go into Berry. She would not be true even to his memories of her if she was tarnished by another's thought-stuff.
So what was left? Vidar was slowly coming to realize that there was nothing for him. There never had been. He had imagined connections where there were none. No mate. No family. No true friends. What else is there really? Plants and prey and slime molds? All of it had been lies. The last time he had been right was when he had thrown himself off a cliff in the mortal realms. It was a mistake that had brought him here. Pursuing godhood and his illusions of grandeur had been an even bigger mistake. He was worthless. Would always be worthless. Had never been anything but worthless.
At last the creature, more divine than wolf, gave in. He sunk into the rich bed of life that covered the swamp, acknowledging and becoming part of the thick mire of algae, mud, bacteria, and microorganisms that make up the silty, rich base layer of one of the most densely populated biomes on earth. Or whatever this place was. He would spread himself out among the debris and minuscule creatures until it seemed as if there was nothing else. It would not take long for him to be forgotten. Maybe he would fade away eventually. Maybe he would suffer, stewing in a concoction of his own self-doubt and despair for the rest of eternity. Time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 21:46:13 GMT
She thought godhood was the ultimate goal. Why wouldn’t it be? Now she was perfectly immortal, forever in the body of a two-year-old, forever at the height of her strength. And she couldn’t think of a better aspect to have control of – life. The ability to tell what sorts of living creatures were around her at all times. The ability to heal or improve some aspect of herself or others. The ability to draw any creature she wished to her side. The ability to grant divine protection to anyone she wished…these were all admirable and desirable powers. She should be happy.
But she wasn’t. All she could think about was the family she had. The family she’d lost. The path of a prospective god had been a lonely one, and the path of a true god seemed just as solitary. She’d had a group of other wolves she’d lived near, but they’d never become close enough to form a proper pack, and now she was no longer mortal like them. Perhaps, in time, they’d all join her in godhood. Pepper had actually beaten her there. Now was not that time, though. Now was a time when she was forced to be by herself, or accompany others for a fraction of a day before parting ways again.
As a mortal, she’d longed for a pack of her own. A family. Maybe a mate and pups of her own someday. Could gods even reproduce? She didn’t know, and she knew of only a few wolves who might understand her plight. Perhaps she’d rushed things, and in doing so she’d missed out on one of the most important parts of life? Was she even alive anymore? There was so little she knew about herself since attaining godhood.
All she knew was that she was alone.
And, for the foreseeable future, it seemed she was destined to remain that way.
She thought godhood would make her feel whole. Instead, she felt like a hollow shell.
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