Uwaritace
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R I X E N It was a hot Scorch day, and so I had taken to the trees to hide in the coolness of their shade. Beneath the leafy canopy, the forest grew densely, with all manner of vibrant-colored plant growing in every direction. Pushing my way through a particularly large cluster of shrubs, I continued on my way down a sort of path that had formed between the trees. I had been walking through the forest when I heard the sound of voices. Curious as to where they were coming from, I did my best to follow the sounds, swivelling my silver-tipped ears in order to determine what direction I should be heading in. The foliage cleared away to reveal a group of horses gathered around a large tree, decorating it with many objects. At the base of the tree, several creatures who towered above even the tallest horse stood, handing out gifts. I only recognized a few of the faces before me, Otem, Kiada, Aurelia, and the rest were not familiar to me. Where in the Rift had so many different and curious creatures come from just to strew all of their personal belongings about this ordinary tree, I thought. I didn’t know what was going on, exactly, but I decided to contribute. Creeping from the shelter of the bushes, I stepped into the sunny clearing. I was a stranger among strangers, and for once I kept it that way. Without a word, I approached the tree, thinking of what I had to contribute. I had only one possession: my golden helmet. I wasn’t eager to part with it, but it was all I had. Besides, the tree would look nice with a little more gold on it. Tipping my head, and shaking it a little, I allowed the helmet to slip off onto the forest floor. I plucked it up in my teeth, approaching the tree slowly. When I reached the Matrons, I smiled as best I could. "May I?" I asked through the helmet. They nodded to me in approval and I reached up to place the helmet on a thick branch. Stepping back, I bowed my antlers to offer a silent prayer. When finished, I took a moment to admire the entire tree and all of our collective trinkets that decorated its branches, which gleamed gold and silver in the sunlight. "Talk." they heard me singing and they told me to stop quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock |
OOC:
Some things Rixen would like:
Magics:
:: [ can create, shape, and manipulate crystals and crystalline materials, this being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources ]
:: [ can cause grass grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and "walk" ]
Items:
:: [ trinkets ]
:: [ piece of golden armor ]
