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Post by mrwafffles32 on Apr 27, 2020 19:43:44 GMT -5
This thread is stories and characters that I write which may have non Terrea cannon details such as references to the old world. In short these are stories I want to share but may not deal with the site. Some are just characters or worlds I make to improve writing. If this works out the way I hope it will the stories will be intro'd like the following. Plz feel free to DM me with tips on improving my writing or grammar. title genre In/Out of Terrea cannon main character/POV warning(if needed)
(thanks for visiting and me and my bloblings hope you enjoy your time here.)
Table of contents these are the links to post based on the type of story, some of the blob post will also be of these types but wont be under both.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Apr 27, 2020 20:14:27 GMT -5
Testing testing 1,2,3 Short story
(Out of cannon)
Standing in the stage the mic in-front of you, the lights are on and you can see every set in the auditorium. the talent show is tonight; its this huge end of the year activity that most of the school gets involved with somehow. whether ppl come in as a group are a singles act, the film kids record the show, theater kids that don't perform help the stage crew with set up and props. this year you a senior have decided to perform, singing your favorite song, and it has your nerves racked. the sound board needs to be set for tonight so there doing a dress rehearsal along with it. you stand facing the sets, not all are empty some of the other performers are sitting texting or doing their home work, most have their shoes off cuz honestly who even wears those anymore. your heart beast a thousand miles and hour pounding in your head you tap the mic sending feedback screeching though the room.
"s-sorry everyone, i didn't mean to do that" you shudder in embarrassment. "just start your set" you hear from the side of the stage.
you pick your head up and as the track starts you wait for the Que to sing. you missed the que, and fumbled a bunch of the words. you walk of the stage face red and the temperature of the sun.later that night just before your supposed to got up you panic,"i don't want to look like a fool in-front of all these people." you must have looked shell shocked as the star performing arts student came up and put her paw on your shoulder.
"just picture yourself in your room jamming out to the song,"
it was like she could read your mind, you hear your name called and she nudges you out onto the stage. you pause, take a deep breath in and sit down. the music starts and you close your eyes. you keep singing as the colors of the spot lights shift and move around on your eyelids. you lose all senses and soon enough its just the feeling of floating and singing the sweetest song . as the song ends your eyes open and the crowd explodes in a mass if applause so loud you cant even hear your own breathing. you stand and exit the stage where everyone congratulates you on the performance. shortest to say you had a great end of the year.
Post by mrwafffles32 on May 22, 2020 15:26:06 GMT -5
This is the story of how Hope and Lye met (In cannon)
Hope bounces into the pens, clueless and curious as to what a meowler even was. She had heard tails of them from some of the the other blobs she had met but wished to tame of one of her own so she would never be completely alone, even if she strayed too far from her adventuring group. She bounces further into the pens wondering and dreaming of the adventures she and her new friend will go on.
Three of them pounce over to you excitedly, sniffing at you in a curious manner. The Tamer beams in your direction while calmly petting a bunny sized meowler who is purring contentedly in her lap. Maybe if you pet one like she is, it'll want to be your friend?
Hope bounces up to the dark grey creature cautiously. She hadn't seen anything that looked this pretty before and could only pray that this lovely ball of fluff would love her as much as she hopes to love it. She reaches out a hand for the creature to sniff in an attempt to ease any worries it has towards her.
Perhaps sensing your caution, the meowler is also cautious. It gently sniffs your blobby version of a hand curiously, taking care to not startle you.
In a calm soft yet still child like voice hope speaks to the seemingly kind creature "Hello fluffy frendo, you seem curious, and gentle. Would you like to join me on adventures? We can can traverse the realms and worlds of Terrea discovering everything it as to offer." She looks down knowing the the animal may not wish to go exploring, she is saddened by this possibility. "Tho I suppose if you if don't want to adventure we can always stay inside and read books from the library. Reading is the best means of adventure when you cant get outside.." She bounces off next to the fence gesturing with her eyes for the creature to join her.
The meowler tilts its head at you as you speak. Both adventuring and reading sounds fine but it looks confused when you bounce off the fence. Are you hurt? It sniffs and nudges you to make sure.
Laughing through each word hope speaks" haha, that tickles," The creatures mask was warm and as it nudge her it made an odd noise. *Hope mimics the sound the creature made* " I like that sound of that friend. Come sit with me I'll tell you about about me, and if want you can tell me about what its like hear in the pens.". She pulls out a rock, from Ichor knows where, "This is Rhiana, Their a rock I found on my first adventure out, I manged to meet some really cool blobs that day so I kept this rock as a symbol to remind me of the day. Memories weather their good or bad are very important. They connect us to our past and help us plan for a better tomorrow." She looks at the fluffy creature then down to the floor." I haven't got very many of them and not all of them are good I've spent my first few days very confused and I'm always scared that I'll do something wrong or hurt someone. and I don't know why I'm here but I think this place will be good for me." She looks to the creature her eyes watering, the red misty color of the sky highlighting the vibrant beautiful blues and purples of the creature the edges of the image blurred by the tears.
The meowler cannot speak back to you. It sits there calmly as you tell stories, gently purring every once and a while as if trying to reassure you. Perhaps with the way its mask looks, it looks like it is also crying with you when you get sad. The meowler mews softly and licks gently at your tears, trying to wipe them away. It understands how confusing and scary the world can be.
Hope takes a deep breath in, " I think I really needed that. Thank u frendo your sweet to listen. It seems that this is a good place to be and it would be even better with fluffy friend like you. Take as long as you need to think it over, if you want to adventure with me and any other friends we meet along the way. I have more stories, oh! you could even help me write some." She pet the animals back with her nub-like "hand" marveling at how soft the fur was "You are very fluffy my good sir" She yawned having spent most of her energy in relaying her emotions to the creature."Or madam, are you a boy or girl... I wonder" she had started to drift off only awake enough to carry out simple conversation " curiouser and curiouser" .
The meowler seems a little concerned you're falling asleep in the middle of the meowler pen. It nudges you with its paw lightly. It meows to get your attention. It liked to hear your stories and it wants to hear more!
Hope stirs awake from the soft nudge of the creature. " You want to hear a story, sure I can tell you a short story" She sat in thought of where to start this adventure. "Far off in the smiley sands the was a pair of adventures. Their names were Faith and Azurelye. The two had been best friends for as long as their lore had followed them. Faith a simple blob with the passion to help others and Aurelye her meowler companion who had the spirit of a thousand stars. They traveled the realms learning everything they could and making blobs and their companions happy along the way." She gestured up to the maroon sky," They learned about the sky and the gods, each realm and the flora and fauna each hold. They pondered why there wasn't weather, but only came to the conclusion that the realms where well enough with out it." Hope paused " And on days that they didn't feel like adventuring they went to library to read any new stories that may have been written. It was a good simple and fun journey greatly extenuated by having it with a friend."
The meowler continues to nod and purr as you tell it another story. It sits patiently next to you as if waiting for something.
Hope glances over the the fluffy creature next to her. "So what do you say, do u want to come on crazy adventures with me? She held out a leash for the creature to sniff. She closes her eyes waiting to see if the creature will join her or not in nerve racking anticipation. She has fallen steadfast for the idea of a fluffy wounder-filled travel companion and it would be stupendous if this one may join her. She hopes the creature feels the same in return.
The meowler sniffs the leash then slips its head through. It's happy you chose to leash it and the purrs it gives you are the loudest you've heard from it so far.
Post by mrwafffles32 on May 23, 2020 14:38:22 GMT -5
Let's ride This is the log for Hope and Azurelye's mount training (In cannon)
First day of ride training!
Hope and Azurelye walk into the training grounds and as they walk over to get the gear they see the others who are there to do the same thing. There are many blobs at different stages, some are riding their meowlers and others are being tossed into the air. Hope and Lye look at each other and nod in agreement that there will be no throwing for them. They picked out a saddle and blanket. They walk to an open spot away from the others.
"So where should we start girl? You want to get used to the feeling of the stuff on your back?" Lye responded with a positive mew.
Hope lays the blanket on Lye's back, only to have her shake it off. She tries again and while it stays for a bit more time its still shaken off.
"Your never gonna get use to it if you don't wear it girl" Lye roles over onto her back. The two play for a short while.
"okay, now we need to work" she pulls the blanket over Lye's back once more and they sit and watch the sky for the day.
Training day 2
With saddle and ridding qear in hand, the two set out to keep training. So they went out and tried wearing the blanket and the saddle. At first it was difficult to get the saddle on as Lye didn't like the feeling of it on her back and kept shaking and throwing it off. They had tried for a while but it simply wasn't working. So they took a break intending to come back to it. But they didn't, they spent the day reading and sleeping.
Training day 3
With how the previous day went Hope decided to take a different route to training. Since Lye doesn't like to have saddle on her back, they simply wont ride with a saddle. The real question now is how dose one learn to ride without a saddle?
"Well I suppose that I have to be on your back while you move right?" Hope piped up to the fluffy creature.
So Lye laid down on the ground and Hope climbed onto her back. As the creature stood Hope felt her balance falter and she slipped off landing with a puff of dirt being dispersed. They spent the afternoon trying to simply to keep Hope on Lye's back. They had just gotten it by the end of the day, and were excited to see where it would go.
Training day 4
Today was spent trying to work on Hopes balance. With out any kind of limbs it would be very hard to balance. So the both of them spent the day trying to balance while moving. It took some time to stay on Lye's back but once they had mastered that, they started of with slow movements. It is easy to say, that did not work, and they were gonna need to find a new approach to this tomorrow.
Training day 5
With everything that they had tried before not working out the best idea the girls decided on was to start at the end and work backwards. Hope got up onto Lye's back the two ran at full speed. Hope grabbed onto Lye with her nubbies in a desperate attempt to stay on, Lye was much faster than she had thought. The wind was cold and loud, she could feel her self slipping. And with one last leap she flew off of Lye's back. She got up but as Lye came back she decided to stop for the day.
Training day 6
Hope wanted to stick with the training style that they had found yesterday. Today they finally mastered the mounting and staying sat. With a new partial skill acquired and their spirits high, the girls went back to trying to ride. They mount up and Lye starts at a canter, then burst into a run. Hope grasping onto her fur and keeping her balance until *poff* she hears the small blob fall back into the dirt. She turned back to see her friend shaking of the dust and bouncing over to try again, and again, and ounce more again till they finally get good at it. Both of them cant wait to master riding and will keep working till they do.
Training day 7
Another day of mount training and another day working on balance.The girls get right to it today they hop up and start running. Today was unlike the rest of the days. Hope was able to stay on Lye's back. The wind howling past her leaving her with a cool feeling, the rhythmic thuds of Lye's paws against the ground.
Training day 8
The girls are so close to being able to ride that they were set to get right to work. They had gotten much better by the end of yesterday. Hope jumped up onto Lye's back and they started at a walk today. they have been doing so well that they just took the the day to walk around and get used to the movements and speeds. It was later that they went back to trying to used the saddle set from amazing, it went much better than the first few attempts, but Lye still wasn't keen on wearing it.
Training day 9
With things going as well as they have been the girls feel that they may get the hang of this sooner rather than later. The prospects of being able to run about Terrea at top speeds with their best friend was encapsulating. So they mount up and start cantering around the ring that had been worn in from all their practice, the dirt clouding up behind them. It was very smooth and Hope barely fell off all day.
Training day 10
Okay today is the day, the day that Hope and Lye were gonna go on a walk without falling. Hope jumped up onto the fence and then Lye's back.
"Lets go girl, we got this" Lye responded with a pleased meow.
Lye started down the path the dirt track and as she got closer she sped up. The ground under her feet and the dust kicking up behind her, Lye felt like she could go anywhere. Hope sitting on Lye's back with the wind, ruffling Lye's fluff against her "hands", becoming increasingly loud as Lye speeds up. They were actually riding around the track. After 10 days of trying to learn this skill they've finally done it, and now they can go anywhere in Terrea. This opens so many more opportunity's and they cant wait to travel.
Post by mrwafffles32 on May 23, 2020 17:11:27 GMT -5
Bound to be this is the bonding log for Hope and Azurelye (this is set up like a diary with dates of entrys) (In cannon)
After spending the morning talking to friends and training at the mount training yard, Hope and Lye decide to spend the rest of the day reading up on the world they call home. The lore and the "research" guides are something both find fascinating. The plant and the realms look and sound amazing in books and they cant wait to get out there them selves.
Today Hope and Lye sat in and worked on some plans for adventures. They both realized that the best plan was to get all the information about Terrea that they could. The realms the creatures the plants and any possible dangers, so that they may avoid said dangers and better understand the wondrous parts of each realm. Now the next step, going to the places they read about.
May/2 Yet again another day of reading, the journals and informational guides have been in much larger numbers than the two had originally thought. Though they will stick to the plan to gather information, possibly after a nap, and an few days of rest over all. Reading is tiring after all. Especially when you cant wait to see that things your reading about in person.
May/3 In pursuit of knowledge, the girls found that they need to take a step back and take a break from reading. So instead they took the day to kick back and draw some pictures. Hope planned out many drawings the color she'd need and the subjects that would be in them. Lye spent the day scribbling in the dirt with her paw. At some point she started prancing and flinging dirt. Hope found it funny and entertaining to watch. After running around like this for a long time, Lye started digging out trenches where she had drawn the lines.
May/4 Yesterday was a good break from all the reading and studying the girls took some of their materials up to a nearby hill to read outside. Hope followed Lye to the hill and once they had reached the top Lye started mewing, as if there was something she wanted to show her. Hope couldn't see over the edge of the hill so Lye picked her up to show her. The trenches Lye had dug out the day before were part of a picture. It was of Her and Lye drawn with a heart.
May/5 Studying up on the world was coming to an end with most of the guides and journals having been read, and with very few left the girls took the day off, maybe the next few as well. What was the activity today one may ask, will they go for a walk, or maybe they start an adventure. No, they chose one of the the most daring activity's on Terrea, sky watching. Now the next question one asks is what is sky watching, its like cloud watching in the old world but with out the clouds or the sun, or the starts, oh and everything's red. This might sound incredibly boring, but for a couple of adventures with highly creative minds its the perfect chill afternoon activity. Spending the day making up scripts and imagining them come to life. watching the characters dance across the rust colored sky.
May/7 Today the girls spent the day at the color wave coast walking around investigating plants and swimming. The day was peaceful and refreshing. Floating in the cool water is like having no gravity pulling down on you, when they closed their eyes the sound of the rippling water, the murmur of the under water blobs was mysterious. its always great to take a swim on the river.
May/8 The library is always a great place to pend the day, reading stories about other adventures and fables. Being able to go anywhere all from the cozy corner of a loft sitting in a crinkly beanbag chair. The smell of the paper is reminiscent of old memories and the tales that one had read before. Each story smells and sounds like its own, but eludes to all the ones before it.
May/9 In light of recent events, Hope and Lye have chosen to take a break from everything, and think some things over. Both of the girls are young and make many mistakes they make them so they can improve, but recently a mistake they(more specifically "hope") made was rather large and involved another blob. Hope went on a long rant about the situation too Lye. Most of the problem was most likely Hope, but she had good intentions. But dose that even matter, Hope wasn't looking great so Lye walked over and curled up around the blob. Hope took this this as a message to stop. Small round and panicked, Hope burred her self into her fluffy companion and would stay there till she could either cope with or fix her mistakes.
May/10 The day was calm, not involving much. The girls spent the day out side and just talked. Whether it was about friends plans or situations. Hope told some stories about some of the fauna that live on Terrea. She had recently taken the day off from adventures and reading to do a bleed with a blob named Serenity, a plant born blobbling, and both are excited to see what the results are. they met at the library.
May/11 Today was a good a today!. The girls spent the whole day at the sourglow swamps. Splashing around in the puddles with the mist in their faces cool and refreshing. The smells made the mess worth everything, sour and sweet wetness, all of the glow grapes where eaten, ok not all of them but it was fun to watch them glow inside Hope. There were these weird creatures hopping around and Lye started playing with them in and out of the water soon enough Hope joined in. The mud and water got everywhere but that was part of the fun, making mud imprints of each other.
May/12 After yesterdays trip to the sour glow swamps the girls thought it would be good to go somewhere new, so they hit up the Onyxia library to find a new area to explore. They had only been to places with a lot of water so they figured going to the smiley sands may be to boring. They took up to packing for a journey to the mossy mountains.
May/13 Today was the day that the girls would traverse the mossy mountains. They would spend hours in the day discussing and studying the flora and fauna of the mountains. Coming from the swamps they had come across some wheeples thought they didn't come out of their burrows. As they climb the mountains they found terreden tunnels they took the time to wounder down one and meet the kind and gentle giant at the end. They spent a good amount of time talking to the creature and when they left they complemented the tunnel and wished the creature well. What was next, get to the top of the mountain.
May/14 Climbing up to the tops of the mountains was a feat and a show of determination. It took longer than either of the girls had thought it would but they had seen so many interesting things that it was well worth the delay. The sight of Terrea form there was amazing, they could see the point were the world bent and the sky curved. The wind was stronger at the top than it was in the valleys but it was a cool breeze and very welcomed as the girls had spent most of the day climbing and were very warm. As they started back down the mountain they came across an out cropping with a poffdula tree. They decided to stop and take a break and maybe try some of the strands, having read that they could be eaten.
May/15 The poffdula tree looked as if it hadn't been touched for a while as it had all of the colors that it could be. But that would not last for long as the girls came up to the tree they new they had to try and eat at least one of all the poofs. Hope climbed onto Lye's back then hoped onto her head. Lye tossed her head back sending Hope up to the top branch, were Hope picked two of each of the more ripened poofs. After gathering the poofs the girls sat down to eat them. Lye seemed to like the purple and blue ones most, but when Hope ate the yellow flavored poof, she was star struck, there was no retrieving her from the land of sour. Her face scrunched in the most intense fashion she had ever experienced. So much to the point were she couldn't stop the pucker.
May/16 After Hope had had her fill of sour poofs from the tree it was time to head back down the mossy mountain range. This didn't take nearly as long as it had climbing up the mountains. The task of coming down the mountain turned out to be much slipperier than expected. Hope hoped from rock to rock and ledge to ledge as Lye followed her. She paused to check back on Lye then as she hops down to the next ledge she slips and falls.
May/17 As Hope fell she screamed, the fear of what had just happened flooding her body in waves over and over. Hearing her friends cries for help Lye bounded down the mountain faster than she ever thought possible. She was able to surpass the falling blobbling and maneuver herself under Hope enough to catch her before any harm could come to her friend. Hope landed on her back with a thud, having to stop and catch her breathe Hope paused and took in the situation which had just occurred. She hugged Lye to the best of her ability. "Lets not do that again any time soon, it was a rush, but maybe a bit too much so" Lye purred back in agreement, and the two traveled the rest of the way down the mountain whit Hope securely on Lye's back.
May/18 Mountain adventures over the girls took the day to sit back and write up some stories. Hope had spoken to some other blobs and asked if they remembered anything from the old world, many said they had vague memories or a few specific ones. Hope seemed to be the same, she didn't remember many things at all, but she knew about stories. she remembers reading many of them could it be possible that she read all of them? she read books the size of her current body, stories of love and adventure. she knew her favorite was about a princess who had lost her love to a great war, and though she was forever hurt by the loss she kept up for her people. Hope regaled the tail to Lye being the clearest in thought that she had for a long time. " I wish I could tell you more stories than this one girl, but the rest just arn't as clear" Lye laid down next to Hope and nuzzled her mewing in a high tone. "You want to hear it again?" the meowler nodded "Well I suppose, it is a very good story" "The day was calm, our dear maiden awoke to see her kingdom in full swing. she smiled as ..."
May/19 After the exhilarating mountain trip Hope and Lye wanted to spend the day doing some thing much less adventure extreme. They took a ride around to the different city's of Terrea. Today they rode around the Onyxia sanctuary they had often been to the library to read up on the world, but they hadn't actually seen the city. They walked around under the skyline and roof tops, the shops and small stores selling all sorts of food and items. Posters and signs painting the city in all sorts of colors.
May/20 With the wounder full world of Terrea constantly growing and evolving, just as its civilians. Hope and Lye took the day to ride around seeing all the sites. They sang songs and hope told stories around camp sites and citys. It was a road trip for the ages(though without the roads). It was a longer trip than they had thought but it was so much fun seeing the sites and meeting all the blobs.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 5, 2020 14:06:12 GMT -5
Hope is the sweet farm girl type. Shes always up for making new friends and any adventures they may take her on. She is brave and stable, she is curios and kind. She spends a lot of time at the Onyxia library or traveling with er beloved pets Azurely(meowler) and Mossy(aurasil). This band of travelers loves to walk the biomes of Terrea singing songs and telling stories to any blob that they encounter. They spend a copious amount of time in the library, reading informational guides and research papers on the various flora, fauna and bloblings that call the world of Terrea home. Speaking of bands Hope is in a band with two other blobs Ell and Serenity.The band is called the Chromillia Cadance and was formed when Hope and Serenity met Ell while on a walk and then the found a sad Chromillia tree to cheer up. It was in the library that she met and ended up falling head over heals for, Serenity, a pale grey-ish blue plant born blob who's much more refined and dignified then Hope. But it's that stark difference that draws her to the blob (and makes them so much cuter). Hope is a fully maxed out combat blob ready to fight if she needs to, but she would prefer not to.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 5, 2020 15:02:18 GMT -5
A little bit a bout myself and my work
I'm metric, and I'm gender fluid, though I don't really care about pronouns and I'm trying not to care about social gender norms. I'm always trying to better my self and my skills, and on my path through life I have changed a lot and I'm sure I'll keep doing so. I've had a crazy life so far, I was born a female, and I grew up not caring a bout gender what so ever, as I moved through middle school things got rough, like really rough. I was diagnosed with autism and soon after depression, I had this huge argument with my best friend and I had to join a new friend group and all the while gender and sexuality mattered so much all the sudden. I spent those three years hating just about everything and all authority. When I moved to high school I was still struggling with my identity and depression. And that friend from earlier got really sick. We started talking again but then stopped when me and another friend of hers couldn't get along. It was in the next year that I came out as trans, and start the medical transition, which has been great I had top surgery in the winter of 2019 and I like my body so much more. I stared talking to that friend again and the other friend of hers, now a days I spend more time with that other friend than I do with the one from before. I graduated high school in 2020 and I'm taking a gap year to get a job, lose weight, figure my self out some more and do a road trip before I go into to studying zoology and veterinary medicine.
My interest include all arts, drawing music dance writing. As well as biology, herpetology, ecology and that sort of field of study. I love hanging out with my friends and being creative i mostly draw and write, but I sing while I do those and I love to dance. I also play some instruments Piano, Uke, Kalimba, Hang drum, and I beat box. Hope, Mara, Silas and Wendy are written from my personal life experiences and will be bled to get my character representative(Metric Wafffles). Imogen, Oka Delta and Morel are more the inner workings of my brain. Random thought trails, my conscious space, and calming methods. Booker and Petra are a couple and are representors of my perfect relationship. And Toeby is just a good wholesome boi. While I might not have the clearest view for all the adventures or personality's of my blobs I cant wait to find out what becomes of them.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 7, 2020 1:27:51 GMT -5
When Wendy first woke up she started to get flashes of warbled memories. These memories where all bad, fighting and vicious arguments and anger. She spent a lot of time at the arena watching fights and battles cheering on the blob she wanted to win only adding fuel to the fire in her mind. She hated being near other blobs if she wasn't fighting and when she tried to be sociable it never went well. It was almost certain that she would end up fighting with the other blob. It wasn't until she was defeated in a fight against Hope in the coliseum that she started to change. Hope had brought her back to her hut in the sour glow swamps and waited for her to heal up. They talked about the visions and how they effected her, she was jealous that Hope's memories were happy stories while hers were waking nightmares. Till Hope had brought up her horror story dreams; Hope told her that bad things come with good parts and that she needed to find those good parts and use them to her advantage. Hope introduced her to Mr.sandman, sandy, a terreden that had been digging a tunnel into the mossy mountain range. Wendy befriended the large creature and since the start of their friendship they've helped each other immensely. Sandy brought up and helps Wendy train for combat and as Wendy helps to complete the cave shes gotten much better at being friendly. That being said she still loves to argue and speaks in a manner that often comes across as rude, though shes only trying to fit in and joke around. She is head strong and stubborn but if you can convince her that your right she'll usually cave. The only time she ever shows happy affection is when fighting(playing or coliseum), or when spending time with Sandy. She has no real interest in trying to find a partner or be in a relationship but maybe someday she will.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 14:44:14 GMT -5
Amethyst scales fantasy (out of cannon) reader
Far off in a land long lost to history or science. There's a whole world of dragons and magic that most believe to be legend. This world is made up of things that you'd only see in movies. From the red mountain tops to the crystal clear river the color of emeralds. The animals, birds the size of horses and some with scales, dragons run rampant and happy through the fields near a small village. The village Coranis, is made up of all walks of life, elves, humans, and dwarfs all of whom love the creatures and spend their time training and working with the dragons and avians that they live with. Some of the village folk have chosen to train the creatures for work help or competition, others study them to better understand the biology and differences of the dragons and avians .But many simply keep these creatures as companions, pets, and friends. In this village peace and community is so prevalent that it almost has its own gravity. The smell of freshly baked bread fills the town square as Danary’s bread shop bakes the first round of rolls for the day. You walk by the shop tempted to purchase some bread, as the scent presses into your nose and brings a feeling of warmth and belonging. You walk on, for you have to meet an old friend for tea. Along the way you pass a shop selling wyrms, a domesticated aerial serpent, not like the dragons but similar, one in particular(a bright purple female) stands out. She shines like a coin in a fountain, the rays of sun scattered by the water. You have wanted to own a wyrm since you were young and you finally have the chance. You think to yourself that you have the time to purchase the purple bioluminescent creature and pack up any food or housing it may need in your cart. you walk in and the clerk asks if they can help you. You inquire about the wyrm and the clerk pauses to walk behind his desk, he pulls out some papers and you think they may be ownership papers and manuals excited that you may actually be the owner of such a magnificent creature. He then tells you that unfortunately this wyrm has been spoken for you sigh the feeling of hope leaving you. In disappointment you walk out of the shop wondering who had bought the wyrm, maybe it had been the baker. You keep on your walk to meet your friend past the many small shops in the village. There were many new shops and developments since the last time you had been here. You pass the library and a potions shop. And just past the farmland was Lysander’s cottage. You met Lysander back when you had been studying abroad the social structures that existed in the four realms. Walking up the cobblestone path to his house, you see the door open and Lysander walk out to greet you. His smile wide and aged, you open your arms to him for a long-awaited hug. You both sit for tea in his backyard aviary full of flowers and fairy flies. He tells you what has happened since you left and suggests to show you around and introduce you to the townsfolk. He brings you to the various new shops that you haven't been in which is most of them, though you can't help but look at the shop with the wyrm still sitting in her cage waiting to be picked up dreaming of the adventures you would take her on. Lysander jumps in front of you snapping you awake and tells you he has a surprise for you. He continues to walk you through the town and shows you the park and a tackle shop. You see all the things you'd need to train a wyrm and you think to yourself, maybe you should buy a different one… when all of a sudden Lysander blindfolds your eyes and spins you around, you ask if there ways a pinata to hit somewhere. He rips the blindfold off and standing before you is the amethyst colored wyrm from the shop earlier. Elated with joy you freeze this could be the best moment that you've been through in quite some time. You turn to your friend who's now holding tackle and accessories for the wyrm. You leap up and hug him so tight it probably broke some of his old bones. This was a childhood dream come true, the burning energy you had to get to know the brilliant creature before you had filed your chest so much it nearly hurt. This is a moment that you would remember for the rest of your life.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 17:27:23 GMT -5
Swamp monsters horror/thriller (out of cannon)
The ground shook at every thunderous step the monster took. The long wide strides thump... thump… thump pound into the ground and resonate in your head as you run through the swamp. Dodging vines and knotted roots the moss covering the ground was slick like ice. Your throat drys up and begins to leach the taste of iron into your mouth, you heave for air to keep running. It seems that as you run the swamp keeps going like an endless loop vine after vine and tree after tree.* Dud dum dud dum dud dum* your heart beats a thousand miles a minute you can feel your pulse in your temples and at your fingertips. The sensation in your feet all but gone, the muscles in your legs so used to running the motions become automatic. The next thing you know you’re flat on your face, your foot caught in a branch; you spin around to find the monster careening over you. Mouth gaping open saliva drooling out on to the moss bed you landed in covering you in the slimy secretion. That’s when you get an idea; the wet moss and slime covering you might give you the mobility to get away. You grab the root above your head rushing against fate pulling away from the gargantuan mouth plummeting towards you; into a gap in the tree.
You disappear into the tree but as you slide in, the ground you thought would be there wasn't. You, unfortunately, land flat on your feet, sending a wave of shock through your shins and back down to your feet. You felt the energy pass through your legs smashing into all the nerves like a little kid in a mirror maze. You fall forward before you even have time to react to the excruciating pain, crumbling into the fetal position till the shock wears off. As you sit up onto your knees you see there’s plenty of room for you to stand. As you shifted to stand the last bit of shock sent back through your foot. You grit your teeth and esses your surroundings; a large tunnel that branches in many different paths, the tree gap you fell through which was now covered by the eyeball of the creature that was chasing you. Thuds came up from the tunnels that are when you realized that these were moss grove rabbit tunnels. The moss grove rabbits were rather large but very friendly. As they came up the tunnels you saw 3 of them all varying shades of greens, browns, and grays. As they sniffed you and your slime-covered messenger bag you could feel their breath from their noses. One nuzzled into you knocking you over covering you in more dirt. The rabbit in front of you turned and crouched down. you hop onto its back and off it went through the tunnels. The rabbits traveled so fast that the wind against your face caused tears to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision.The sudden ups and downs threw your stomach into knots, knots full of butterflies, turned over and dunked in the peanut butter sandwich you ate for lunch. As you come up to the exit of the waren the light from outside blinded you, like all the worlds white light came together to greet you and welcome you into a field of yellow poppies. As you sit atop the dusty rabbit the grass shone and glistened in the bright light.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 19:28:50 GMT -5
Snap an introduction Horror (out of cannon) Reader (may contain distressing material)
Snap is a choose your own adventure story, which involves multiple kinds of monsters and spooks. Please read with caution and at your own risk. It contains violent and gruesome images and is not suited for those that may struggle with the topic of mental health and asylums. This was an assignment for my fiction writing class earlier this year and though it may not be the best of grammar I got a decent grade on it so I figured I'd post it here. as always feel free to DM me feed back through Terrea its self or on discord.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 20:42:19 GMT -5
Snap Horror (out of cannon) Listener
Good afternoon; it’s rather nice to see a new face around here. I am the author but you can call me Mr.Dawn, not that introductions matter as you won’t see me again. That being said you’re probably wondering what it is that you’ve stumbled onto. The story that you have just started is one unlike most others, that is to say, you will have a choice of what story you see. You have no control as to what may happen to you and heed my warning when I say that anything could.
And with that, I shall start with you; a young energetic journalist. You write for an independent publisher, which is what you tell your mother so she thinks you have a job but really it’s your blog, about abandoned places. Whether they are theme parks or homes you go wherever you can get into. You do your research on every place you visit and try to take pictures of every spot. You go exploring as often as you can and are currently at the edge of Skowhegan Maine, a small town that was once Abenaki land. In fact, the word Skowhegan means ‘’watching place’’-a fishing spot for the tribe. There are many places that are supposedly haunted in this town such as the Strand theater. None are as interesting as Mardy Manor and Asylum. A huge plot of land on the outskirts of Skowhegan: it was a mansion and home for one Miss. Silas Mardy, an artist and actor from the 1920s. She; in her own right; was a good person but when she passed she gave her manor to the towns Scientology department, which in turn gave it to Mr. Gannae, under the singular condition that her cat be allowed to stay on campus and be cared for in her absence. Soon enough the manor became a home for more than wayward souls, and a psych ward was added on to the side. It was reported that after their lobotomies; patients spent most of their time wandering throughout the large garden where the orderlies had found many unfortunate patients dead in or near the fountain. Some say that the housing ward is haunted by an orderly that took her own life after seeing all the cruel and horrible things the facility did to their patients. There has been so much trauma here that there could be endless haunts here. As you walk up to the manors moss-covered front door camera in hand: I leave you with your first choice...
Chose to walk around the garden chose to search the psych ward
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 20:49:13 GMT -5
The garden is on the first floor and the papers and reports describe it as a massive room. Many of the reports reference the garden in situations where they couldn’t find patients, the most common excuses were along the lines of; probably snuck back into the garden, lost in the garden or something along the lines of was enticed by the garden of Eden(in a crude and inappropriate joking manner). As you walk through the mass collection of pots and hangers and vines you take in the wonderous overgrowth. The manor had been shut down for just over a few centuries; for negligence, mistreatment of subordinates and the cruelty of the procedures being experimented on patients.
Over time the garden had been almost overrun with overgrowth. The moss that grew in the gaps in the brick and patches where the floor is missing is thick and dense. There are vines that hang down from the ceiling, the hanging pots are strewn over the floor. The way the leaves and flowers catch the afternoon sun is brilliant. They glowed in varying shades of pinks, yellows, and oranges. The light hits them radiating throughout and around the petals casting spots of colored light on the uneven floor. It’s a stunning contrast to the grays of the brick and concrete pillars. At the center of the garden is the fountain. It stands grand and large with three tiers getting progressively smaller as it reaches the top. The bottom basin is nearly half full of water; stagnant and blanketed with large lily pads and various other plants that you can't be sure which ones had been in the fountain before the shutdown. There is moss draped over the edge of the fountain. The water is probably a host to many kinds of life, bugs, fish and the dense plant life that’s created the structure for this ecosystem. You turn around leaning against the fountain with your hands upon the rim of the base and look at the rest of the garden. You think to yourself that it would be easy to get caught up in its beauty then if this is how it looks now. The sight of the garden in its prime would have been purely encapsulating. You can imagine that for the patients it would have acted as a safe haven from the practices of Mr. Gannae and his staff. You gaze off into the emerald greens and bright yellows and think about what to do next.
Chose to take pictures chose to continue looking around
Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 21:15:50 GMT -5
The psych ward was an addition to the manor, and by the state of it now not a very sturdy one. All the windows have been completely smashed. The bars that were bolted in front of them are bent and encased in rust. The walls are crumbling and paint is chipping off in curls. Dirt has seeped into any crack it can. Papers are scattered all throughout the hall and offered a place for moss and mushrooms to grow. The walls are thin but those that are left are still mostly in one piece. The ceiling practically doesn't exist; pipes, wires, and padding hangs down dripping red and brown colored water. As you walk through you duck down away from the beams and pipes.
The air is heavy and warm, the temperatures earlier had been in the 90’s. It’s still extremely warm yet the puddles that are on the floor haven't gotten a chance to evaporate in years, as they are covered in spores and the bottom coated in drowned leaves. It is stunning to see the sunlight beam through the gaps in the walls and second floor to illuminate the moss-covered corners or the rusty bed frames piled up on the side of the hall. You look into each room that isn't collapsed and find that many of them have been torn apart and stripped of the items inside. All the copper pipes and wires that looters took to make a quick buck have been torn out of the walls. You finally get to a spot in the hall where you can stand and see down to where the housing ward joins this hallway. As you stand you take a long stretch and deep breath. The smell is musty and dull, like an old brick library during a rainstorm, damp and muggy, yet oddly comforting. Moss climbed what remained of the walls and vines spilled in from the garden. You wonder what it had looked like when there weren’t missing chunks of walls and flooded floors in more than half the rooms. You think it was probably dull, drab, and boring. The walls look like they might have been two different colors white on the top and a light blue on the bottom separated by molding and window-pain outlines.
The hall is poorly lit by the green glow of the afternoon sun beaming in through the thick leaves. The grays at the end of the hallway create a sense of great distance and depth. Like the end of the hall is miles from you and the floor is a pit just deep enough to fall into. The rooms glisten as the rays of light bounce off of the water coating the floors. The reflection shot out onto the hallway ceiling and top of the wall.
Chose to explore down the hallway chose to explore a room