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""Even the smallest act of kindness can ripple through the world."
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musebox - pure vanilla cookie (open post)
14 February 2026 @ 11:32 pm
pure vanilla cookie (open post)
""Even the smallest act of kindness can ripple through the world."
( Pure Vanilla has guarded the forest for longer than what he can recall, but it's because of his blessing that it's flourished as it has. He's always loved it dearly, keeping both visitors and those who reside the forest safe. It was a haven for anyone who wished to step inside. He was once revered and worshipped by many decades ago, though that didn't matter far too much to him. He knew well of life's cycles -- knew that civilizations evolved and changed over time. The day where Gods were often spoke of had long gone.
He was content to spend his days quietly, repeating his days as he always did in the past. If someone were to wander into the forest and find him, however - he would welcome them with open arms.
His shrine is one that is small, almost humble in a way -- but it was long since deteriorated. It's been neglected for some time, but he still calls it a home.
It's only during one day when he hears footsteps approach that he can't help but straighten, white-colored ears twitching forward as he moves towards that sound. He doesn't look like anything irregular at that very moment -- instead, he's taken the form of a white-colored fox, flowers neatly tucked into fur. Normally, he would have stayed at his shrine, but the fact that there was someone who had wandered so far into the forest had caught his attention. )
He was content to spend his days quietly, repeating his days as he always did in the past. If someone were to wander into the forest and find him, however - he would welcome them with open arms.
His shrine is one that is small, almost humble in a way -- but it was long since deteriorated. It's been neglected for some time, but he still calls it a home.
It's only during one day when he hears footsteps approach that he can't help but straighten, white-colored ears twitching forward as he moves towards that sound. He doesn't look like anything irregular at that very moment -- instead, he's taken the form of a white-colored fox, flowers neatly tucked into fur. Normally, he would have stayed at his shrine, but the fact that there was someone who had wandered so far into the forest had caught his attention. )
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jesterlies on February 22nd, 2026 06:10 am (UTC)[Pure Vanilla will note fairly soon that those footsteps are hurried. Whoever is in his forest is running.]
[Then, they become erratic and uneven, and then finally stop at the end of a rather graceless thud on the forest floor. Upon investigation, the ages old fox will find the fallen body of a person.]
[They are scratched up and bloody, and yet their clothes appear to be very fine and expensive. The Human has long, well cared for hair with an elaborate hairpin holding it in place, which is visible because he is face down in the dirt, not moving.]
[Then, they become erratic and uneven, and then finally stop at the end of a rather graceless thud on the forest floor. Upon investigation, the ages old fox will find the fallen body of a person.]
[They are scratched up and bloody, and yet their clothes appear to be very fine and expensive. The Human has long, well cared for hair with an elaborate hairpin holding it in place, which is visible because he is face down in the dirt, not moving.]
ancientlight on February 22nd, 2026 07:51 am (UTC)( It's only moments when Pure Vanilla finds the fallen guest, ears laying flat as he sits next to the other. It's always been instinct to help those in need, and this is no exception.
You poor thing.
He doesn't think or the why or how as to why he was injured. The only thing he thinks to do is to help. Lowering himself against the other, a warm and gentle light will fill Shadow Milk at his very core. It's only moments, but his wounds will begin to close -- any traces of injury leaving him.
He doesn't know why he's hurt, but he'll allow shelter for as long as he needs. )
You poor thing.
He doesn't think or the why or how as to why he was injured. The only thing he thinks to do is to help. Lowering himself against the other, a warm and gentle light will fill Shadow Milk at his very core. It's only moments, but his wounds will begin to close -- any traces of injury leaving him.
He doesn't know why he's hurt, but he'll allow shelter for as long as he needs. )
( The fox has always loved the flower dearly.
It has always been his duty by choice to watch over a small village. With his blessings, crops have flourished, and the village has stayed protected. He has never asked for anything in return -- no, he never wants for anything in return. The only thing he wishes for is for the village to continue to live in peace. Although he resided in the forest, he had ways to watch over those who reside there.
Over time, it became no secret that he had a particular fondness for one of the villagers in particular. Wherever she seemed to go, the flowers bloomed a little more, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter -- the wind gentle. He loved her dearly, more than anyone else who he had come to protect over all those years.
Though, he finds himself surprised when he can feel her presence within his forest. As she steps deeper into the forest, he begins to attempt to communicate with her before they can meet face-to-face.
If she's listening closely enough, she'll hear him - a gentle whisper reaching her. )
What has brought you into my domain, my flower?
It has always been his duty by choice to watch over a small village. With his blessings, crops have flourished, and the village has stayed protected. He has never asked for anything in return -- no, he never wants for anything in return. The only thing he wishes for is for the village to continue to live in peace. Although he resided in the forest, he had ways to watch over those who reside there.
Over time, it became no secret that he had a particular fondness for one of the villagers in particular. Wherever she seemed to go, the flowers bloomed a little more, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter -- the wind gentle. He loved her dearly, more than anyone else who he had come to protect over all those years.
Though, he finds himself surprised when he can feel her presence within his forest. As she steps deeper into the forest, he begins to attempt to communicate with her before they can meet face-to-face.
If she's listening closely enough, she'll hear him - a gentle whisper reaching her. )
What has brought you into my domain, my flower?