Briza

RIVER GOBLIN'S AVATARS AND CHARACTER ART SHOP

Sorry it took so long, I am a forgetful, lazy person. Now accepting ADDITIONAL requests.

@River Goblin

it. is. so. beautiful. 5/7. giant cockroach thank you.

_{(@BrokenPromise, ty for the mention x 2.)}

Writing and Debate Experiment - The Criteria for Survival

Edit: Insert Briza’s Withdrawal!

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“We write of what we know; and for those who want to understand, we say, we bear witness to all that we have seen as we journeyed our path. He Himself has declared: ‘If a man does not abide in Me, he is cast out as a branch; and men gather it, and cast it into the fire, and it is burned. If he abides in Me, I abide in him’ (cf. John 15:5-6). The sun cannot shine without light; nor can the heart be cleansed of the stain of destructive thoughts without invoking the name of Jesus. This being the case we should use that name as we do our own breath. For that name is light, while evil thoughts are darkness; it is God and Master, while evil thoughts are slaves and demons.”

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Off-colored tents propped along the snow and settled their differences in various tones with sturdy posts and bearings. The noise between and inside them was boisterous and lavish in their makings and attempted to resuscitate such an impact of recollections -- that even during the quietest moments of this Host’s journeys, there is a commanding tune that still marches them onwards and never leaves their air,even if only heard amongst the Host and nothing more. A shame would be cast upon the Host if it was only noticed by them and nothing more, and for so great of a pride, it is hoped and wished that the animals and other creatures along the path might as well be in knowledge of this sound. It is even believed, even if a silent statement only thought through the minds and never vocally, that this song is the true leader of Zaporizhzhya. No other evey shall be able to deflect the triumphant march, unless of course, such a Will was granted from above.

There was a time when Annushka might have only fantasized such a scene. It would have been much more mystical and spectacular than what lie in front of her. However, it seemed to be a shame to think that the truth was anything less beautiful than a make believe realm. Her spirits had been lower than the temperature for quite some time, but she thought nothing more of it than a stoic woman trying to brave in a world that mostly only the masculine rummaged in their bravery and rivalry. Her daintier features were showing underneath all the garments that kept her warm from the Mother Land’s natural defenses. They were boasting in rosy colored cheeks and a broken heart that she could not hide when the truth was so abundantly cherished amongst the brethren that stood around her.

Safety was kept on her hilt, feeling the mushroom headed pommel cusp into the cushions guarding her calloused palms. She thought to join the small festivities and boast in the grandiose expenditures of having safely completed another day’s honor, but the temptation to remain seated and sour kept her position still. A human was allowed to mourn the deceased, and yet she could not help but think of the hopelessness that was plaguing her. Perhaps, it was that she had no such useful tools that could help her mourn properly, and stubbornly she refused to ask for any help. At least, she knew, tonight, when all were resting, her silent tribute could make its offering for relief of such misery.

Doubts had been clouding her judgement, though. Days perhaps even more than days, leading up to his death, Annushka had found herself mourning the loss of something. Whatever it was that she had lost, she had forgotten of what it was. The feeling had been mocking her, and in such a desperate attempt to flee its gluttonous snares, she was feeling overtly shamefaced repentant about a deceased man who never truly loved her. No, she could never admit that he never truly loved her, and with that thought, her demons laid waiting for her to venture further into the darkness, only to be interrupted by a harolding sound.

The sound came as the victorious word growling in jest from their leader, which turned Annushka’s attention with eyes widening to study the mirth of the large man, swifting and prodding his body closer to where she resided, albeit lazy in her young, harsh years she felt, with the jossle of his dark boot against the bark underneath her. “Annushka! I certainly welcome the clarity of a frozen winter evening but I do not think Marena needs any help tonight in bringing us a chill!”The power from his movement awoke her mood, stirring the dark clouds hovering around her juxtaposition. “So, How are you holding up after the day’s Journey?”

Sturdily she responded in kind to his joke, “Fair.” Although, she used the word prekrasnyy as opposed to bespristrastnyy. With the light, mocking word, she raised her head, tilting it upwards towards him, to study his large frame as she withdrew the satisfaction of his commanding recruitment of her. The padded knuckles that evenly gripped her shashka slid to her lap, motioning over her belt and satchel, “Sit, please,” her eyes glanced down at his boot, remarking silently to herself about the wear that stained them with use and long travels, and suddenly they were staring back at the Hetman, who’s large, gray mustache was dangling passed his chin. Although, not one to formally refer to himself with such allegiance, Annushka had hard learned habits that needed revisiting and correcting. This was one that would have to come later. She had other demons to slay, and she was certain that she was correct in knowing that the Hetman and she were on the same page about this. They both agreed she was out of line, but he had faith in her yet.

As for Annushka, she saw him as the light at the end of the darkness that kept trying to pull her further into its depths. If she remained with the Zaporochian, she could free herself from the despairing girdles that kept haunting her daily and nightly, unceasingly. Tomorrow should be a jubilant time after the Abbot would hear her story. There was always fear in repeating what she knew. It lingered constantly inside of her. The bellows of Dmitri caused these ghostly feelings to flee from time-to-time, but with the time so close, they clung to her with more perseverance, now. She felt stronger still next to Dmitry, even if the weariness from all the penance was beginning too heavy of a burden to carry.

Howeverbeit, she understood that idolatry was on her list of things to not let slip her mind during the Sacrament of tomorrow. It was hard not to hold such admiration for the aged man. His youthful spirits were magnificient, and like an illusionist, he made the depths of her wallows seem shallow and easy to navigate. There was much more respect for him that she wanted to offer, but for now, she could only pathetically think of him as the Hetman. He was nothing more than aligned with the Sich Rada, but he seemed so much more as than a Sich. She believed this was the very nature of the Zaporizhzhya Army. There was an honor that could not be shaken by even the deepest, darkest winters nor the heaviest and highest mountains. She saw this first hand and heard it secondhand from tales, legends, and historical accounts.

She was still lost on many of the details, which blundered her, even now, with Dmitry standing afoot over her in his brusque, bearish form. His eyes were sharp, but for her, they offered a sense of assurety and protection. There was still discernment yet to be made on what these things would mean for her. Time would unveil these truths, and Annushka hoped, the beauty of them would lead her from the misery that continued to blaspheme and spit upon the paths that she had tread. There was no use for self-pity in such a gorging manner. Annyu had no stomach for it, either, unlike Dmitry who made his appearance as a man who could stomach the worst, even more than the Queen, whom Annushka defined as fiendish for having such an appetite… Her own weak will had wavered at the odious thoughts left for the Tsarina.

It was agreed within multiple parts of her that she was very weak and easily swaded. However, Annyu knew that admitting aloud anything of her weakness would be too detrimental to her current status -- a custom she had long since been trying to recover since leaving her hometown. Tomorrow, after the noon time, she would be able to wear it, again, but this time, she hoped she would wear it with more humility and patience, and no longer would she feel ashamed to think that the gifts that had been given her were hers to throw away. How could she with a man like Dmitry Krepchenko?

“And the kulish. How is it?” She shifted from her spot, making room for wherever he decided to plant himself. She was not entirely sure but making a small guess did no such harm that she could forsee aside from offer him a better place for a more comfortable purpose. She continued her talking, not awaiting his reply with another pause as she had when answering his own inquiry, “Tomorrow night, I’ll help your cooks. They are the hardest workers, I am sure,” She made a small laugh from her abdomen, forcing what pain she felt to make use of itself. Her loneliness was showing, but at least, in all the darkness, there some sort of light being used through all the murky feelings, as off-beaten and foul as they were. The Hosts were following a stringent course of actions and stepping out was becoming harder and harder. Such a feat was nothing that shook Annushka away from them. If anything, it drew her closer, like the snow that yearned to fall from the sky and to the ground. She prayed to keep such a relationship prosperous. Each ash of her sin that was collected along their journey, she prayed would become crumbs of Zvya'toy Khleb, blessed enough for even the wild boars to consume along their way to Paradise.

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Nanook

The calm sounds of the wind had become more familiar to Nanook. Both were beginning to agree to each other's coming and going. So much that Nanook was beginning to the trust the wind's sound to wake him if anything were about to happen. Nanook knew not many creatures listened to the wind all the time, unless she was making a lot of noise. Usually, she was quiet, and hearing her took patience and effort than listening to other creatures of the mountain. He was certain she would be a great deal of help for him while he was alone with his in the cave -- for more than keeping the trees quiet. The wind had made Nanook her friend, but in so doing, she had combed any nurturing story about Nanook's human from her whispers and let the yeti stray into a sleep right before his would begin awakening. To let the yeti know anything about his human would be breaking their simple friendship of not making mention of Nanook's secret.

The lulls of the wind outside the save were still silently rocking his mind back-and-forth when a nudge nestled under his fur, and sensing the movement underneath himself, Nanook stirred in his pale slumber. At first, he had drifted into some place that felt comfy in his mind. His thoughts had been terribly uneasy, and this dream place was nursing him quite well. Although, there was a small piece of the cub's embarrassment, having known that this daydream revolved around his young carelessness. His eyelids slowly opened, feeling the heavy entrance of the past days' journey come scurrying back to his mind. A low breath rumbled through him; it was something his father did upon awaking every morning. It was like an ison, a drone sound that setting the cadence for the day. Nanook had never made such a sound before now; even if it sounded like a habit. It took him by surprise, but the gruff melody kept his large body from making any sudden movements that may have crushed the nimble soul, tucked within his strong limbs.

Nanook's frame flexed and pushed upwards, letting his have more room. He partially sensed an urgency or some sort of freight to shiver through the spirits of his, but it was nothing so strong as what he had felt when the two creatures had connected for the first time. The yeti pondered this phenomenon briefly with an unsure brevity and curtness. It was an uneasy feeling that warranted some doubt and confusion. The first moments had been been such an indescribable sweetness, and the adoration for the first touch was now long withstanding as being engraved for his definition of love. However, in this moment, Nanook, now in the presence of his having similar alertness, the eternal pull was not as distinct. Nanook did not enjoy this discomforting difference. He immediately tried to rid himself of this bittersweet sensation he was feeling.

Of course, it was only right that he should feel nothing but happiness that his had awoken from so many hours of slumber. He knew full well that he should feel much ease and delight that he had managed to hush the trees and lull the birds from gossip and anything else that might cause his pack to know or discover anything remotely about his whereabouts. He was committing a crime in his father's eyes, after all, -- even if he knew there were more truths than to the ones his ancestors were passing down from generation to generation. To be seen with a human would cause such an alarm that perhaps the entire mountain would grow sick and begin spitting herself up, again. Nanook did not wish for another upset mountain nor for something so deadly to happen to his; but he did wish for that stronger connection he felt with his during the snowy turmoils, again.

His torso shifted slightly, white paws curling with sleepy movements that broke the hazy light that had crept its way into the mouth of the cave. Small shadows gestured as the yeti turned his head, and his small snout poked between the himself and his, to push his own pink nose against the dark, hairless human fabric. The feel of the velvet skin, was soft against his nose, now sniffing playfully by kiddish accident against his neck and collarbone before pulling away in excitement, "Awake?" his voice cut coarsely in a juvenile manner through the silence that had veiled the trees' rumors. His blue eyes studied the human's gentle frame. It was so fragile, and he could see through thin skin places where his could easily be hurt if handled the wrong way.

His smelled differently than when his was fast asleep. He liked the way his smelled. He could not describe the smell. His was an unusual smell. But, his was also a very good smell. His smelled like something he was supposed born to love.His smelled like he was his. There was another smell that Nanook understood. His ears also agreed with his nose. His eyes were having a hard time observing this, however. There was something more knowledgeable about him that Nanook could hear and smell. The way the stiff air hovering around him was different. Even the darkness acknowledged a cautious nobility when drifting through the cave. Nanook could not see this knowledge like he wished, but his ears and nose noticed it with a stern affluence. He had been so concerned about what everything outside the cave would hear that he had not perceived in the least this new detail about his, until now. It made so much sense about all the legends he had been told about humans. They were the kings of the earth. It was great honor for Nanook to know that his was a human.

Pulling his squashed nuzzle away from his, Nanook tucked his ears back, keeping his head lowered. His body peeled away slowly, as well. Each paw took a careful step backwards, not wanting to make any sudden movements. He felt huge in comparison to the delicate creature in front of him and did not want to scare his. Larger creatures usually frightened him, especially the big bears. He understood the feeling of being intimidated by size, especially in that of a stranger. Nanook was young, but in this much, he was not naive enough to trust anyone. Blind trust was for cubs. Cubs still trusted trees. It was true that they (like the birds) rarely ever angered trees, as well; but Nanook thought trees to be tattletales; and he usually got in trouble for tattletaling.

"Awake?" Nanook asked again in a small whine, trying his hardest to sound as nonthreatening or angering as possible. His mouth stretched into a small smile, and his eyes perched with the expression. He knew many creatures feared teeth being shown, but for his, he could not hold back his hopefulness. He also knew Osha enjoyed smiles, and her face looked very similar to that of his. He thought of times when his mother had told him that he had thought too quickly on an answer to something and been wrong. He did not want this to be one of those such times. It was not because he thought his could do anything to him if he felt threatened, but Nanook did not want his to feel any more discomfort than he already did. His was not already a sensitive instrument, but his was also very wounded.

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@Mokley, only if @Rabidporcupine has Jeremy reply to D. If not, then noperdoddles.

Greetings and Salutations

Salve. ☺ ❤

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The Fed Zone

10:59 am, Saturday
November 6th
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D.

"So what was all that noise? What happened?"

Taking a small step away from Mr. Hotshot and moving her case just a bit, as well, D turned to Jeremy, "Oh--," D she trailed, letting the responsibility of calling Sheriff Probably-Knows-Nothing roll off her shoulders, "Someone... Maddie W-wilson," she stumbled over the last name begrudgingly, pausing to let the lapse in her short-term memory pass away as she made a small gesture with her hand, not sure if he knew who Maddie Wilson was, "a young girl from the Missing Posters was sitting right over there," Her hand motioned towards the seated area that the young girl had been stationed, "And she was sipping one of your strawberry?" She paused to sniff the milkshake contents, "A strawberry milkshake... She skipped over the part on how it fell and landed on Mr. Hotshot's shoes. Anyways, after being spotted by your boss, I guess, she ran into the lady's restroom. She's also wearing a Wonder Woman scarf, but I'm not sure how important of a detail that is or not aside from the fact that I kind of really like Wonder Woman, but only because my bestie thinks I should. Wait, no, that is an important detail. Do you remember serving a milkshake to anyone with a Wonder Woman scarf?" Her eyes studied Jeremy skeptically for a while and then turned her attention towards the restroom.

More than several people in the restaurant seemed to be making their way towards the door, already. The poor girl already seemed scared. Although, it did occur to D that maybe she should bulldoze through everyone just in case the girl spontaneously transformed into a wild beast and began trying to violently consume everyone that came near her due to feeling threatened or something. That could be one reason to hide. She looked for the shirt that read I BELIEVE IN HUMANS and then drew her focus back on Jeremy. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as she had done when he had diplomatically chastised her for initiating further discussion about the Google Glasses with Mr. Hotshot, who with all his gadgetry, was somehow managing to mistook the use of a piece of printer paper for a napkin. In the back of D's mind, there was a settlement that agreed, He should totally invest in a Mecha-GO Suit.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted! But, now you love everyone and everything! Hooray!

I wish to live atop a Redwood Tree branch.

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@Rabidporcupine & @Zoro, is it safe to assume that Jeremy interrupts João and D's conversation?