deernet | handwritten-text (forward-dated to 20th-ish)

Entry tags:

handwritten-text (forward-dated to 20th-ish)

Hello, rambunctious children, with your magical self-writing rocks and magic-yous. I smell so many different yous, by the way! All these shapeshifter-sorts, angel-sorts and demon-sorts. Oh, demons, I’d be delighted to meet you, but if you are like the odds of dear Michael, then carry on. I will not bite. You all are welcome to call me what your heart tells you to, but Ammy, as much as Ammako, have always been the ones to soften my spots.

I'm very aware of the sun's disappearance, and these cursed lands have not allowed it to rise as of late, but, if you are to ask for it, in your thoughts and in your hearts, it shall come to you. Your plantlife shall flourish, your waters cleansed, and perhaps the air you breathe will taste less like a boiling pot of rot down your throat. In the meantime, it shall find a way. It always does. Fear not!

And if you have little interest in these things, then tell me, I am most curious: what is faith, to the lot of you? I am in the mood for the Good Chats as I carry on with my duties, yes.

Oh, and one more thing! If anyone manages to come across a bundle of bones that look and smell of the holy sort by the by, may I have them? They are my favorite snack.

[ as a note, people are welcome to find ōkami items! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( It is probably 100000% not wise to give this vagabond bone-eating entity directions to his home.

BUT.... the house is heavily warded against Bad Things. AND.... Luna's there. Which is probably a lot better than him meeting this Being off on his own. )

Sure, we can do that
I live in Gaze. It's near the school, the only house with a pale blue door
You can come any time you like. S'mores have to be made fresh anyway

( This means he's going to be flying to the market to get some ingredients for whenever this mysterious visitor comes to call....

Of course Peter won't be expecting a very adorable doggo (his greatest weakness). )

Away with me, then. I have a trip to tend to, and you, my dear, have Some More to create!

[ it takes as much time as necessary for a big, loping wolf to to go from the beach to gaze district— amaterasu adores running, just as any free spirit does. it brings her to run quickly, like the wind. she brings the breeze with her, and celestial blossoms with every dig of her paws into earth.

a school should be a place with many scholars, correct? she passes, once she spots an orderly group of studious looking-folk, not too hard for her to pick out. the house next to that, then. a blue door.

once spotted, amaterasu hardly stops her trotting; it's continuous and her tongue lolls out her mouth with a beaming sort of wellness that a dog would have after playing a good game of fetch. she climbs the stairs, and announces her arrival with a sharp bark!. if that doesn't work, she'll scratch at the door, and sniff quickly beneath it.

heavens, how many smells, magical and otherwise. ]

Edited 2022-05-03 20:23 (UTC)

[ For the most part, Luna has been spending much of the time since she returned to herself in bed. Sleeping, not sleeping — feeling dreadful from the vast amounts of wild animals she's consumed over the.... well, she's not really sure how long it was. She's... a little tender, physically. Mentally—? Well, that's a whole other story.

Slipping from her bed to shuffle downstairs in search of tea, she hears the scratching at the door. For a brief moment, she wonders if maybe it's Helga — but her wolf-dog is nowhere to be seen, curled up asleep somewhere in the house. No, it's coming from the front door. The wards aren't signalling anything malicious, so she goes to investigate.

So instead of the boy Amaterasu is expecting, there is a Witch answering the door — dressed in pyjamas and one of Peter's hoodies. She looks dishevelled from sleep and exhausted, but it's still the best Luna's looked in a few months by far. She peers curiously outward, her gaze shifting down to the wolf on her doorstep.

Not, not just a wolf. Luna's eyes widen. There's red markings upon its fur, bright to look at; rainbow colours dancing at its back. There's something powerful about this wolf, and something achingly familiar too — a sensation that teases at the back of her mind. This is a very special not-wolf. ]

.... Hello. [ She stares for a long moment, blinks a few times. ] Can I help you—?

[ panting! tail wagging! all of that and more into a positive canine greeting. hello dear, you look like someone’s thrown you out of bed. the celestial wolf’s ears pin high with attention, and with another half bark— she shuts her mouth, points her eyes directly past luna, then back at her, with her pants resuming.

aren’t you going to invite her in? ]

[ Oh. How curious—! For a wolf that looks so ethereal, she was expecting a voice to answer her. She's gotten too used to magical/otherworldly creatures being able to communicate like people would.

But despite that, they sure do look very excited and happy to be here, Luna knows that much. And she knows Helga enough to understand when she's trying to communicate with her, watching for a long moment curiously. ]

Oh, you'd like to come in—? [ For some reason? Well, her wards still aren't picking up anything nefarious. Luna finally relents and steps aside, opening the door to let the wolf in. ]

I... don't really know why you're here, though? I don't think we've met, have we?

[ Has she? She's not sure? They're still oddly familiar. ]

[ the answer, to all? well! amaterasu bolts in, seemingly ignoring the girl's words— but the wolf spoke a different way, when she wasn't writing. her answers are riddled with her actions, sniffing wildly around the living room, then the hall, then trotting immediately into the kitchen: the only source of scent that was so similar to food.

but where are the some mores? amaterasu clearly seems to be searching, snout to the floor, then standing, walking in a circle, looking this way and that— once luna is in her sights (possible from the frame leading into their kitchen), the wolf steps toward her and gives a single, dramatic yelp. her wagging tail goes flat. where?

where . . . were the some mores? :( and where on earth was peter graham, of the graham crackers? ]

Edited 2022-05-04 19:27 (UTC)

[ There is now some strange ethereal wolf running riot around her house. Luna's at a loss, trying to follow the wolf about once she's closed the front door again. They're looking for something? Or someone—? She hurries to find them in her kitchen, looking around once more. Whatever it is they're looking for, they're (or it) is not here.

Luna puts her hands on her hips, head tilting curiously. ] Are you... looking for something that's here—?

[ There's a brief pause, a slow realisation: did... Paimon meet an otherworldly being—? Luna raises her gaze to the ceiling. Something like that would... make sense. The demon does like to reach out to other beings, powerful ones and the like. But Peter's the one in control right now upstairs. With an inhale, she mentally reaches out to him: ]

Peter—? Could you come down please—? There is a mysterious wolf creature in the kitchen.

( This house has held... many strange things.

'Peter—? Could you come down please—? There is a mysterious wolf creature in the kitchen.'

....But this is a first.

There's only a momentary pause, and then the sound of footsteps overhead, as one lengthy teenage boy creeps out of his room and down the stairs. He's torn between some paradoxical mix: a sense of urgency and hesitation, but he's poking his head and one arm around the corner, before the rest of him follows.

There's Luna, and there's... a wolf. ...It's also something else. Peter, so full of Other, stares widely: eyes huge and round, frozen to the spot. There's a kneejerk fear there in his expression, but also something alien and awed, and for a very long moment he just stands there, staring like that. His head tilts ever-so-slightly to the side, as though curious.

But despite the Other to him, there's also boy, a boy who on his own doesn't have a strong connection to such things, and Peter's perception and feelings towards this entity standing in the kitchen are... convoluted. Is this a white wolf or a brilliant spectrum of colours? Is this a wolf at all?

Slowly, he moves to stand beside Luna, tense. (But oh, the creature's beautiful.... Important, he can feel that she's important.) He's more awed than he is afraid, he realises, though he sticks close to Luna, arm pressed to arm. )

Um...... Should we call someone?

( ...Who're you going to call, Peter. Trench's Animal Control Hotline?? )

[ she smells something, someone, so many things at once. this, this is different. there is a gangly boy that may look like a tree, coming from the stairs. her searching around and airy, good humored panting comes to a complete stop with him in view.

with that thing in view. her hackles raise, visibly standing on end from gut-instinct. she can she right through him, smell the soot of ash and something powerful as well— the wolf’s initially reaction is quick, but not aggressive, if one knew the language these beasts spoke with their bodies. anaterasu stands with her neck high, chest out, gait stiff until it locks in place and simply has her stand there, before the kitchen. her tail doesn’t wave. it holds, and holds high. her triangle ears are pinned forward like horns, and her eyes convey a dominant message that does not dare to break contact. she is not afraid to stare.

she does not show her teeth; there is no reason to, but she certainly exudes a palpable confidence to the demon beneath the human child’s containment. the sound that comes from her throat is not quite a snarl, not quite a growl. but it is assertive in where it puts her. have you ever seen an entire class quiet down immediately when the respected teacher arrives? that air. she is alpha. she is Mother. she has learned now, not to judge so quickly. if doing harm to that boy is not his purpose, then she has earned two children in one. three, counting the girl whose heart patters for him. even that, she can hear.

so, demon in the boy— she had promised michael she would go gently, and gently she does. well, for a wolf. regal and before him as god themself ever would. how do you appeal? ]

[ It's quick, the shift from the easy-going demeanour to something very different catches her attention before she can even answer Peter's question. Luna snaps to attention, eyes widening and bemused expression she'd previously been holding drops. Silently, and quickly she grabs Peter's hand, stunned.

She is fortunate, however, to have some understanding of the wolf's behaviour. They came here on purpose. Helga understands her speech, but the wolf-dog cannot speak back. Over the years, she's noted how Helga communicates. This creature isn't moving to attack, this isn't aggression. But it's certainly.... authoritative, even if it's not being aimed at her.

Her eyes dart to the side, to Peter. This wolf is no usual wolf, it is something very special. Something otherworldly, powerful. The marks upon its fur, the blazing prismatic colours behind them. Maybe it really is looking for Paimon, after all. ]

They came here on purpose. The wards didn't pick up anything they didn't like. [ It comes out barely a whisper, her heart skips frantically in her chest. But she's outwardly calm, tightly holding onto Peter's hand.

Even if she knows the wolf means no harm, there's a definite assertiveness that she knows best to be wary about. This wolf is not Helga, after all. But still, even her magical wards didn't see this creature as a danger. ]

I— I thought maybe Paimon had met them, that's why they knew to come here.

( The creature sees him, and changes. Peter feels the change seconds before his eyes detect it — something tenses in a way he couldn't ever hope to explain. Like light tightening, like light shining, picking up on everything it touches, seeing it in plain view. The creature sees him — not on the surface, but inside.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and it's familiar in ways (like the air's flexing, he thinks, again) and unfamiliar too. Other, but not the Other he's known. He's numb for a long moment, flickering towards dissociation. He doesn't even realise Luna's taken his hand until his own is suddenly tightening against hers, fingers latching on, suddenly afraid. )

—I don't think I should be here.

( He takes a half step back, a very subtle movement. He doesn't like being seen. Not by this.

But something looks back and freezes him in place. It opens its eyes wide, two vast, deep holes — not empty but full, and always searching. What is this Thing standing there so proudly? Something even more ancient than it, something Alike but Not, something Greater. The demon has been known as many things in its golden existence, and a god, a goddess, are among them. But this entity.... is More. The demon king recognises that.

Respects it. Craves it. He knows the being is not Master but it feels... similar to how Lucifer feels for him. That same Greatness. Authoritative and Knowing. Light. Without it, Paimon has been so very lost.

Peter stands there nervous, tense, but though the demon isn't entirely sure how to interpret this Being, it doesn't share its host's desire to flee. There's an almost regal air to him in return — he's something proud too, up under everything. A golden sparkle behind Peter's dark eyes. Not aggressive at all, but intensely curious of Her, and his spirit is a cacophonous shimmer of lights and sounds, forever loud — but the feelers that pat at the air around Her are more gentle. They keep a respectful distance.

...All this is going on as Peter just stands there wide-eyed and grasping Luna's hand. And then he's releasing a shuddering breath, largely oblivious to the exchange happening on a level he can't see, only feeling the aftershocks of it. The sudden and intense swell of Paimon makes him nauseated, and his throat flutters with a soft whimper. )

Luna, I don't like this. I really— I think it's— after me. I don't want to be here.

( Peter... don't be so paranoid all the time... )

[ well, then. the prince (a king?) has made his stance, and amaterasu seems to accept it; mutual respect, no animosity. it has gone well, better than she had imagined. the wolf’s posture seems to relax, but doesn’t lessen in grandness in a very careful approach, minding the startled boy feeling the blunt of this unseen exchange. yes, you are allowed to poke and prod at her lights, sift through her energy, you are allowed to stay in her nonexistent arms and pull at her fur because they are soft, demon. you are a child, a wee thing— she has patience, with children. you have lovely manners, for a young one, she manages to think and portray, before her closed maw and serious lips give way for a tranquilized pant once more.

the poor thing, the other other one. the boy that looks like a tree trembling in the winds. oh, she is not after you, dear. how to make that up? a tail that was once flagged high begins to lower just enough to sway like gentle tides, bringing her head down in a non-imposing manner and pacing, just by the two. she is now a dog who simply wants to interact with the children, now, safely.

the boy is too startled— so, she starts with the girl. women have that touch, you see. that gentle guidance. she trusts the girl that holds his hand from the warm heart she sees within, and slowly, gradually . . . begins to contort herself around so it may look like she is about to lie down— and she does! with an oomph, with ears occasionally pulling into a backwards fold against her skull every time she extending her snout to her, just that much closer, and, oh yes!

the tail that is going thump thump thump on the ground. she extends her invitation directly to peter, too, just a little stretch there to come closer to their hands— but she never oversteps her boundaries.

look at her belly, her soft insides! she is exposing them, feeling safe and confident enough to do so. go along then, she won’t bite. the flames don’t burn. they are ethereal and warm, like the sun rising in the spring. ]

[ She can't know of the exchange, but she's sure something is going on in the silence. Her eyes flicking towards Peter and the wolf with uncertainty; it senses Paimon, she can gather that much. But she's unsure if it's going to devolve into something bad, if the wolf might sense Paimon as some kind of threat.

But no, that doesn't happen. Whatever exchange between them passes, and the wolf relents into something more relaxed, panting gently. There's no teeth bared, no bristling. Instead, it paces a little and throws itself down upon the kitchen floor. Oh.

Her movements are careful, her free hand reaching out for the wolf's snout as it lifts to her — letting it sniff her if it's so inclined. Her fingers just barely brush against the wolf's muzzle and she inhales softly. No, this is okay. ]

... It's alright. [ Her voice is hushed. ] She's okay.

[ She squeezes Peter's hand in reassurance, against his death-grip he has on her, then gently tugs on it as she moves to step a little closer to the creature. She's still very careful. Even if there's something very special about this one, she knows better than to get ahead of herself — to be respectful, gentle. To take it steady on the approach. Her hand reaches out once more, fingers slowly brushing into thick warm fur — a little awestruck. ]

She wouldn't show her belly if she didn't like you. [ Too soft, too vulnerable. ] She's letting us touch her, it's alright.

( Peter flinches as the wolf-thing moves, eyes wide and body tense, a stark contrast to the reaching energy that comes from the Other part of him, curious and intense. One half shirks from her, one half yearns to draw closer. His body stands there like a statue as the creature moves to the ground, tail wagging like any normal dog might — enthusiastic and sweet, but he's fixated on the Strangeness of her, the flames, the odd swirling, the way he can't be certain what she looks like at all.

Even as Luna coaxes him closer, Peter resists in his gentle way, body remaining stiff. There's a quick jerk of his head, a shake, he can't. He's too afraid.

....But the exposure of her soft underside is an invitation, and Paimon knows the importance of that. To refuse an invitation from such a powerful being is... unthinkable. It can't be done. He'll have to help Luna coax Peter through this.

And so Peter's giving an odd shudder, slightly convulsive, breath escaping in a cool puff of fog. Ghosts passing through, settling in, and his eyes are a little odd and swollen black — not fully, he's still Peter, it's just that he's other things, too. Things that slowly move closer with wide eyes, moving to kneel on the ground, one hand staying in Luna's while the other hovers over the Being for a long moment.

Then his fingertips are imitating Luna's gesture, easing into the soft fur, careful, respectful, but always with that intense yearning. The pressure in him builds, his energy all static crackling and lights buzzing, but his hand is soft. He pets, slowly.

It's Peter who breathes a shaky exhale then. So much is unfamiliar, but there are familiar things through it and it charms him even through his tension. The feel of fur, the warm shuddering of a dog's body. One of his favourite things; he's always loved the sweetness of dogs. He misses Rex every day. )

....Why are you here? ( He (they?) wonder softly aloud, in a hazy murmur. ) What can we give you?

[ that was it; they have done well. patient as ever, amaterasu waited, waited until the boy followed the girl, and both their hands were buried beneath white fluff. the wolf stretches, bends her front paws to her chest and gives a lazy roll sideways, watching their faces from an upside down angle that flapped her black lips to show a comedic grin of teeth.

and a question? how can she respond more directly, without keeping her thoughts to vocal grumbles? hm—

peter’s omni rings, wherever it may be. amaterasu’s own omni comes to life as her omen, for good measure: a happily spinning, miniature dolphin that leaves in its hovering wake sparks and mists of white. the message is conveyed either way, of elegant strokes and handwriting, of a female’s voice, deep with age and gentle in affirmation: ]

Some Mores, please.

[ Luna's positively charmed by the strange, ethereal creature. She relaxes far quicker than Peter does, at ease with the creature far more than she is with most people. Animals, creatures have always been something she's very fond of. And oh, she's lovely—! The initial carefulness soon melts away into something more braver, more confidence —emboldened by her calmness, even giggling softly as the wolf turns over onto her back. ]

See? She's alright. [ She looks to Peter with an encouraging smile, giving the wolf another affectionate scritch before the sound of Peter's Omni makes her turn to the direction of it. But not only that, the appearance of another creature hovering in the air, spinning. A dolphin...?

Luna pauses in her petting, stunned in her realisation before she looks down at the wolf once more. Oh—! This is a... Sleeper? ]

Some Mores. What are Some Mores—? [ There's a pause as she sounds out a couple of times. She's very confused. ] ... S'Mores—?

[ Why does the Sleeper Wolf want S'Mores...? ]

( For a long moment, Peter's still in some strange half-fog state, some blend of himself and the Other Thing — but maybe mostly still fueled by Paimon. Fingers stroking the Being's fur slowly, regarding her with a hushed reverence. What is her Purpose for coming... Surely it's something quite severe...

That state continues as the small dolphin comes swooping in, and the demon understands, eyes widening. The Omen is as Important as its companion, and he's staring wide eyed as the voice comes—

—asking for

S'mores

....The odd hush breaks from Peter, and he blinks back fully to himself in his stupor, no longer demon, just boy. Very stupefied boy. Wait, what, did he just hear... He hears Luna repeating it, trying to make sense of it, and as she does, the boy is wordlessly mouthing it... S'mores......... Only to suddenly gape at the wolf in sudden realisation. WAIT. WAIT, FUCK. )

You're.... ( He gives a quiet gasp. ) ....the person I talked to on the Network?

( Yes Luna, he talked to some mysterious stranger on the Network and somehow ended up inviting them over. Turns out! She's some ethereal wolf goddess thing and she's here to eat a snack item! )

[ oh, the anticipation to that. amaterasu's ears perk high and her maw relaxes, open and closed and opened until her pants escalate, her pawing at the air becomes rapid, and— oh, dear, peter. you're going to give her a zoomie. and she's about to, pausing with her tail flagging and her front paws splayed to keep her rump high.

there is only one way to answer this: ruff! but the real question is— will their next move cause her to zoom—?! ]

You invited someone over for S'Mores. [ Oh. Well that's kind of nice? Even if there seems to be the missed fact that Peter didn't realise who he was talking to? It's still quite nice. And well, it sounds like a nice idea — Luna actually kind of wants S'Mores now, too.

Her face brightens, turning to look at Peter. Please say they can actually make some S'Mores. It'd be rude for the nice ethereal wolf to come all this way for nothing. He did promise her S'Mores. ]

... can we make them?

( Peter's still wearing a completely baffled expression, looking from Luna to the wolf and then back again. They're both looking up at him every expectantly........ )

Uhhhhh.... I— I guess so? Sure....

( He's blinking as he tries to make sense of this, and turns towards the cabinets. )

I'd already bought the stuff for them after I talked to her... so it's all here...

( Peter looks back down at the wolf, still visibly nervous of her. Sorry Ammy, he's probably the only person in all of Trench who's afraid of you.... but he's still going to start getting the ingredients down: a bar of chocolate he'd managed to get, a tin of marshmallows, the crackers.

Do you know what time it is now? Zoomies Time. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

handwritten-text (forward-dated to 20th-ish)

no subject

action! (at a flexible time, fast forwarded to another day or otherwise!)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject