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@anthyofthecreepinggreen
Hello. I'm Anthy. I am of the Corruption, although in an... Unconventional manner. I look forward to meeting other Avatars here. You're welcome to come right in, although I would appreciate bringing a gift of some kind - my lovely Mildred and I are hungry.
~eighteen
~he/him
~birosexual
~dedicated gardener
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Nighttime in the nursery. A sound came at the back door, an odd scraping and mechanical clicking. Nobody should be around at this hour, Iris knew. Who or what was this?
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
iris frowns. she could easily defend herself against an intruder if she needed to, but that didn't make the situation any less tense. making sure to stay calm, she walks to the back door, plants abandoned, and opens it, just a sliver. anthy sees a glimpse of white hair, pale skin, and pink eyes look out at him.
"this isn't the entrance, and we're closed."
Anthy visibly jumped, dropping the makeshift lockpick in his hand. He looked really terrible in the moonlight - skin so pale it looked translucent, dark shadows under his eyes and very visible veins an unhealthy color. His robe was mostly undone, exposing the plants growing from his chest and neck. "Uh-"
at the sight of the plants, her eyes widen, and the door opens, fully revealing iris in a baggy pale green sweater and a long white skirt. she’s staring at the plant in pure awe.
“oh.” she looks him up and down. “oh. yes, come in. i’m an avatar as well, it’s alright.”
she finds a non-plant-occupied space on his shoulder to grab, and pulls him into the shop, closing the door behind them, her eyes still on his plants.
“what, ah… what do you need?”
He looked around, running a hand through his hair. "Er. The largest spray bottle you've got, and some large clippers." He looked a bit bewildered but was clearly trying to be collected. "Terribly sorry for scaring you, I didn't think anybody would be here at this hour."
she nods. “alright. and it’s fine. i was only scared for a moment, and now i suppose i’m a bit relieved. i… haven’t met someone like me before. i mean…”
she pulls down one shoulder of her sweater, revealing a collection of brown mushrooms growing from her skin. “really like me. how long have you…?”
Anthy perked up at the sight of the mushrooms. "Oh, beautiful! That depends on whether you mean my Becoming, or my first inclinations. My Becoming wasn't long ago, but I've loved my friends for a long time."
she nods, forcing her eyes away from the plants to walk to a different part of the shop, getting the items he asked for. she returns and hands them to him, before continuing. "i see. and... what kind of plant is this? i'm partially blind, so it's hard to make out without touching. and that feels... invasive."
"Thank you. They're roses, the children of the love of my life. She gave them life, I made sure they'll be taken care of forever." He fiddled with the top on the bottle idly. "What are yours?"
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
she gazes fondly at the plants. “that’s beautiful, having multiple generations like that… oh, my friends? they’re far more recent. just one generation… i think? it’s hard to tell when there’s so many of them! they joined me when i died and became an avatar, um… maybe… five years ago? six? something like that. they are so kind to me. you know, i consider them my children, but they’ve told me they consider me their child, so that’s a bit funny, but it’s nothing to fight about or anything, it just means we all care for each other unconditionally! they’re wonderful friends. very devoted, very loyal… great listeners, too! oh, i’m rambling, i’m sorry… i tend to do that. you’ve had your plants for a while, then?”
"Oh, your friends can speak to you? That's nice." He leaned back. "I've had them for a long time, yes. Not too long, but a long time. I killed many roses before I met Mildred. I've never stopped feeling sorry for it."
she smiles. "mildred is a lovely name. and i don't think you have anything to be sorry for; you just didn't know how beautiful the corruption was at the time! i didn't love leeches ever since i was born, but i do now!"
after admiring the sight in silence for a while, she perks up. "you know, i haven't seen you at this lake before. do you live near here?"
"Oh, I wander. I'm far from home today. Thought I'd see the sights, now that I don't have to leave all of my friends alone." He gently brushed the leaves of the plant coming out from his arm. "Do you?"
"oh, i see! that's lovely-- wandering is lots of fun."
at his question, she nods enthusiastically, pointing down at the water. "yes, i live here! well, not exactly-- my domain is way, way, way down below the water's surface, but doesn't really have a set physical location, so when i emerge from it, i can emerge in any body of water i like! and today i chose this one! i come to this lake quite often, though. it's a lovely spot, isn't it?"
"It is." He pondered for a second. "Is it sort of like teleporting?"
“um… in a way, i suppose it is, yes! it’s how i feed my other patron— i’m of the vast as well, i don’t know if i mentioned that. i bring people down there and show them the absolute beauty of the infinite, of just how small they are in the context of the universe… it’s wonderful.”
"Hm. That sounds like an effective way to gather fear. I myself, I don't like to cause fear, but I have to regardless. I need to feed my friends, patron aside, and not all of them can feed directly from me... But I respect the Vast. Without the sky and the sea, none of us could survive."
she practically beams at his praise of the vast. "oh, thank you! yes, exactly! it's just how our world works! how do you gather fear, then? if i can ask."
He shrugged. "It's simple. I need to feed my friends, and I don't have enough of myself to help them all. So, I sacrifice others for us all to survive, whether by force or by way of my words."
Nighttime in the nursery. A sound came at the back door, an odd scraping and mechanical clicking. Nobody should be around at this hour, Iris knew. Who or what was this?
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
iris frowns. she could easily defend herself against an intruder if she needed to, but that didn't make the situation any less tense. making sure to stay calm, she walks to the back door, plants abandoned, and opens it, just a sliver. anthy sees a glimpse of white hair, pale skin, and pink eyes look out at him.
"this isn't the entrance, and we're closed."
Anthy visibly jumped, dropping the makeshift lockpick in his hand. He looked really terrible in the moonlight - skin so pale it looked translucent, dark shadows under his eyes and very visible veins an unhealthy color. His robe was mostly undone, exposing the plants growing from his chest and neck. "Uh-"
at the sight of the plants, her eyes widen, and the door opens, fully revealing iris in a baggy pale green sweater and a long white skirt. she’s staring at the plant in pure awe.
“oh.” she looks him up and down. “oh. yes, come in. i’m an avatar as well, it’s alright.”
she finds a non-plant-occupied space on his shoulder to grab, and pulls him into the shop, closing the door behind them, her eyes still on his plants.
“what, ah… what do you need?”
He looked around, running a hand through his hair. "Er. The largest spray bottle you've got, and some large clippers." He looked a bit bewildered but was clearly trying to be collected. "Terribly sorry for scaring you, I didn't think anybody would be here at this hour."
she nods. “alright. and it’s fine. i was only scared for a moment, and now i suppose i’m a bit relieved. i… haven’t met someone like me before. i mean…”
she pulls down one shoulder of her sweater, revealing a collection of brown mushrooms growing from her skin. “really like me. how long have you…?”
Anthy perked up at the sight of the mushrooms. "Oh, beautiful! That depends on whether you mean my Becoming, or my first inclinations. My Becoming wasn't long ago, but I've loved my friends for a long time."
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
she gazes fondly at the plants. “that’s beautiful, having multiple generations like that… oh, my friends? they’re far more recent. just one generation… i think? it’s hard to tell when there’s so many of them! they joined me when i died and became an avatar, um… maybe… five years ago? six? something like that. they are so kind to me. you know, i consider them my children, but they’ve told me they consider me their child, so that’s a bit funny, but it’s nothing to fight about or anything, it just means we all care for each other unconditionally! they’re wonderful friends. very devoted, very loyal… great listeners, too! oh, i’m rambling, i’m sorry… i tend to do that. you’ve had your plants for a while, then?”
"Oh, your friends can speak to you? That's nice." He leaned back. "I've had them for a long time, yes. Not too long, but a long time. I killed many roses before I met Mildred. I've never stopped feeling sorry for it."
she smiles. "mildred is a lovely name. and i don't think you have anything to be sorry for; you just didn't know how beautiful the corruption was at the time! i didn't love leeches ever since i was born, but i do now!"
after admiring the sight in silence for a while, she perks up. "you know, i haven't seen you at this lake before. do you live near here?"
"Oh, I wander. I'm far from home today. Thought I'd see the sights, now that I don't have to leave all of my friends alone." He gently brushed the leaves of the plant coming out from his arm. "Do you?"
"oh, i see! that's lovely-- wandering is lots of fun."
at his question, she nods enthusiastically, pointing down at the water. "yes, i live here! well, not exactly-- my domain is way, way, way down below the water's surface, but doesn't really have a set physical location, so when i emerge from it, i can emerge in any body of water i like! and today i chose this one! i come to this lake quite often, though. it's a lovely spot, isn't it?"
"It is." He pondered for a second. "Is it sort of like teleporting?"
“um… in a way, i suppose it is, yes! it’s how i feed my other patron— i’m of the vast as well, i don’t know if i mentioned that. i bring people down there and show them the absolute beauty of the infinite, of just how small they are in the context of the universe… it’s wonderful.”
"Hm. That sounds like an effective way to gather fear. I myself, I don't like to cause fear, but I have to regardless. I need to feed my friends, patron aside, and not all of them can feed directly from me... But I respect the Vast. Without the sky and the sea, none of us could survive."
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Nighttime in the nursery. A sound came at the back door, an odd scraping and mechanical clicking. Nobody should be around at this hour, Iris knew. Who or what was this?
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
iris frowns. she could easily defend herself against an intruder if she needed to, but that didn't make the situation any less tense. making sure to stay calm, she walks to the back door, plants abandoned, and opens it, just a sliver. anthy sees a glimpse of white hair, pale skin, and pink eyes look out at him.
"this isn't the entrance, and we're closed."
Anthy visibly jumped, dropping the makeshift lockpick in his hand. He looked really terrible in the moonlight - skin so pale it looked translucent, dark shadows under his eyes and very visible veins an unhealthy color. His robe was mostly undone, exposing the plants growing from his chest and neck. "Uh-"
at the sight of the plants, her eyes widen, and the door opens, fully revealing iris in a baggy pale green sweater and a long white skirt. she’s staring at the plant in pure awe.
“oh.” she looks him up and down. “oh. yes, come in. i’m an avatar as well, it’s alright.”
she finds a non-plant-occupied space on his shoulder to grab, and pulls him into the shop, closing the door behind them, her eyes still on his plants.
“what, ah… what do you need?”
He looked around, running a hand through his hair. "Er. The largest spray bottle you've got, and some large clippers." He looked a bit bewildered but was clearly trying to be collected. "Terribly sorry for scaring you, I didn't think anybody would be here at this hour."
Nighttime in the nursery. A sound came at the back door, an odd scraping and mechanical clicking. Nobody should be around at this hour, Iris knew. Who or what was this?
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
iris frowns. she could easily defend herself against an intruder if she needed to, but that didn't make the situation any less tense. making sure to stay calm, she walks to the back door, plants abandoned, and opens it, just a sliver. anthy sees a glimpse of white hair, pale skin, and pink eyes look out at him.
"this isn't the entrance, and we're closed."
Anthy visibly jumped, dropping the makeshift lockpick in his hand. He looked really terrible in the moonlight - skin so pale it looked translucent, dark shadows under his eyes and very visible veins an unhealthy color. His robe was mostly undone, exposing the plants growing from his chest and neck. "Uh-"
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
she gazes fondly at the plants. “that’s beautiful, having multiple generations like that… oh, my friends? they’re far more recent. just one generation… i think? it’s hard to tell when there’s so many of them! they joined me when i died and became an avatar, um… maybe… five years ago? six? something like that. they are so kind to me. you know, i consider them my children, but they’ve told me they consider me their child, so that’s a bit funny, but it’s nothing to fight about or anything, it just means we all care for each other unconditionally! they’re wonderful friends. very devoted, very loyal… great listeners, too! oh, i’m rambling, i’m sorry… i tend to do that. you’ve had your plants for a while, then?”
"Oh, your friends can speak to you? That's nice." He leaned back. "I've had them for a long time, yes. Not too long, but a long time. I killed many roses before I met Mildred. I've never stopped feeling sorry for it."
she smiles. "mildred is a lovely name. and i don't think you have anything to be sorry for; you just didn't know how beautiful the corruption was at the time! i didn't love leeches ever since i was born, but i do now!"
after admiring the sight in silence for a while, she perks up. "you know, i haven't seen you at this lake before. do you live near here?"
"Oh, I wander. I'm far from home today. Thought I'd see the sights, now that I don't have to leave all of my friends alone." He gently brushed the leaves of the plant coming out from his arm. "Do you?"
"oh, i see! that's lovely-- wandering is lots of fun."
at his question, she nods enthusiastically, pointing down at the water. "yes, i live here! well, not exactly-- my domain is way, way, way down below the water's surface, but doesn't really have a set physical location, so when i emerge from it, i can emerge in any body of water i like! and today i chose this one! i come to this lake quite often, though. it's a lovely spot, isn't it?"
"It is." He pondered for a second. "Is it sort of like teleporting?"
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
she gazes fondly at the plants. “that’s beautiful, having multiple generations like that… oh, my friends? they’re far more recent. just one generation… i think? it’s hard to tell when there’s so many of them! they joined me when i died and became an avatar, um… maybe… five years ago? six? something like that. they are so kind to me. you know, i consider them my children, but they’ve told me they consider me their child, so that’s a bit funny, but it’s nothing to fight about or anything, it just means we all care for each other unconditionally! they’re wonderful friends. very devoted, very loyal… great listeners, too! oh, i’m rambling, i’m sorry… i tend to do that. you’ve had your plants for a while, then?”
"Oh, your friends can speak to you? That's nice." He leaned back. "I've had them for a long time, yes. Not too long, but a long time. I killed many roses before I met Mildred. I've never stopped feeling sorry for it."
she smiles. "mildred is a lovely name. and i don't think you have anything to be sorry for; you just didn't know how beautiful the corruption was at the time! i didn't love leeches ever since i was born, but i do now!"
after admiring the sight in silence for a while, she perks up. "you know, i haven't seen you at this lake before. do you live near here?"
"Oh, I wander. I'm far from home today. Thought I'd see the sights, now that I don't have to leave all of my friends alone." He gently brushed the leaves of the plant coming out from his arm. "Do you?"
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
she gazes fondly at the plants. “that’s beautiful, having multiple generations like that… oh, my friends? they’re far more recent. just one generation… i think? it’s hard to tell when there’s so many of them! they joined me when i died and became an avatar, um… maybe… five years ago? six? something like that. they are so kind to me. you know, i consider them my children, but they’ve told me they consider me their child, so that’s a bit funny, but it’s nothing to fight about or anything, it just means we all care for each other unconditionally! they’re wonderful friends. very devoted, very loyal… great listeners, too! oh, i’m rambling, i’m sorry… i tend to do that. you’ve had your plants for a while, then?”
"Oh, your friends can speak to you? That's nice." He leaned back. "I've had them for a long time, yes. Not too long, but a long time. I killed many roses before I met Mildred. I've never stopped feeling sorry for it."
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A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
her jaw drops. for a corruption avatar, she probably shouldn’t be as in awe as she is. “oh, wow, that’s beautiful! how long have you had it- him? her? with you?”
she begins to reach out a hand, seemingly to touch it, but changes her mind and lets it fall back down. “sorry. that’s probably rude. i’ve just never seen anything like it before! it’s incredible!”
Anthy gave a small smile. "Thank you. These are babies, but I've had their mother since I was a child. I love her more than anything in the world." He nodded to the leeches on Tilly's arm. "What about your friends?"
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
her smile widens at the compliment. “oh, you’re sweet! thank you. i like them too. i mean, they weren’t always like this. it happened when i became an avatar, so it was a nice change, you know?”
she watches the movement of his robe, and tilts her head. “…hm. what’s under there? if i can ask.”
"Oh. Branches." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a small, delicate-looking plant growth protruding from his skin. It appeared to be growing directly from the vein. As his head moved, she saw he had a similar one growing from his neck, partially hidden by his tangled hair. "We both like to feed our friends, I see."
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
she giggles at her successful attempt to startle him. “hello, anthy! you can call me tilly! oh, i’m a part of the corruption too, see?” she gestures at the leeches. “they’re so darling, aren’t they? oh, and let me get that for you, so you can take it back to your plants.”
after a quick dive below the surface, she retrieves the bucket, setting it down next to anthy and moving closer to land so she can rest her head on the shore and look up at anthy as she talks. “i like your robe, by the way. very mysterious.”
He looked taken aback. "O-oh, thank you. You have very pretty eyes, is that odd to say?" He was looking at them, but not at her exactly, just at her eyes. He adjusted his position and leaned on his hands, and she could see that the fabric was slightly disrupted in its flow by something that certainly wasn't flesh.
A young man was kneeling at the water's edge. He was pale, deathly so, and dressed only in a floaty red robe that almost engulfed him. He had a bucket; he dipped it into the water, absent to the fact of what lurked at the bottom.
@anthyofthecreepinggreen
[for a while, nothing out of the ordinary happens. the bucket fills with water, and he retrieves it. however, just as he’s about to turn away from the water, a tan, freckled hand breaks the surface, a leech attached to its wrist. the other hand makes itself known a moment later, this one with a collection of barnacles in addition to a leech. the sudden appearance would be intimidating, and it certainly is for a brief moment, before the hands wave in a very cheerful manner, and the body the hands belong to rises from the surface. she seems to be a girl in her early to mid twenties, with teal hair, cat-like pupils, and even more leeches scattered across her body. she grins at the newcomer, sporting pointed fangs, and speaks in a high, lilting tone.]
hello!!! what do you need the water for? you can have it, of course, i’m just quite curious! you’re an avatar too, aren’t you? i would have pulled you down ages ago if you weren’t!
The young man jumped, losing his balance and nearly falling in. He managed to catch himself, but lost the bucket in the water. "Hello!" He took a deep breath. "Yes, you're correct. I'm Anthy, I'm of the Corruption, I need water for my plants. Who are you?" The boy now known as Anthy drew his robe tighter around him, hiding his hands within the sleeves.
why, hello. another child of the crawling rot. it's lovely to meet you, Anthy, and your Mildred. may i ask how you two came to be so close? that which festers is always better together, is it not?
Hello. We're pleased to meet you as well. There can never be too many friends.
We've been together since we were both small. She was a birthday gift from a disreputable nursery, and she arrived to me already dying. I helped her to grow strong and tall, and she became my reason to get up in the morning. She was the first of my plants not to die.
I loved her even then. I've always loved plants, roses especially. I wanted to be buried with one on my grave, to let my essence feed something beautiful. There's some sort of security in being irrevocably bound to another creature. I started feeding her my blood. Every time I fed her, she bloomed and grew bigger, and so I gave her more and more.
When she was big enough for me to sit under, I took to hiding within her branches often. She was more of a home than the roof over my head was. She was there for me always. She would always shelter me from the wind, and I would always ensure that she didn't go unfertilized. No matter what.
A severe injury of my upper thigh was what bound us as we are now. There's something special about the sharing of blood, but it's a different kind of connection when all that you are is consumed by the one you love. I've stayed with her ever since, and we are now so close that one could call us. Well. Inseparable.
What of your own becoming?
well, it's a bit of a long story, but if you'll permit my musing, i will tell you.
i've always had a connection to infection, i think. honestly, it was just a matter of which aspect claimed me first. in the end, the swarms are what made their home with me. though perhaps others will join us someday, but i digress.
as a child i was terrified of most insects. the way they looked, the way they moved. the way a colony of ants would swarm the sidewalk - a dark, roiling mass of bodies moving in tandem. it was a visceral fear - one that, if i thought about it too long, would cause me to feel phantom bugs dancing on my skin. ants crawling up my legs, mosquitoes piercing my flesh to consume me, wasps buzzing about my ears. as a result, i slowly stopped spending my time outside. not that it truly protected me.
as i grew older, that terror dulled to fear, then apprehension. i believe a zoology class is what truly sparked the change in my perspective. i became fascinated by the miniscule workings of each beautiful creature, how they came to be, how intelligent they really are. i could still feel my skin crawl whenever i looked at the things, but i no longer cared. did you know there are several species of worms that hatch and spend their larval stage in the digestive tract of dogs and cats, then grow to maturity inside a human's body? or that ants count their steps when traveling? or that botflies use mosquitoes to plant their eggs in human flesh?
the moment the hive finally touched me, i was in my garden. it was a small thing, only a few square feet, but it was enough. i had intended to plant some common vegetables, but before i could do so, i heard it. their song. their cries of home infested my mind, and what could i do but to listen?
now, i am a part of something greater. i am a protector. and really, what greater purpose is there, than to give your life, your very existence, to the ones you love?
There is none. You understand perfectly.
What exactly is your hive populated by? It's always best to have as many friends as possible, but I'd like to ensure your friends will not harm my Mildred.
of course, we would hate to harm a friend! we are a diverse colony - we have many common garden critters, including common ants, several species of beetles, pillbugs, millipedes, and earthworms. beyond that, we have mosquitoes, termites, and a few hawk moths. we're always eager for more, but our little community is still happy as we are.
i will ask my leaf eaters to keep their distance, but if you'd like, our moths are wonderful pollinators :)
i strive not to pick favorites, per se, but even so, i can't help admiring my little detritivores. it's beautiful, their ability to take the filth of humanity and return it to the earth, creating something new. simply magnificent, wouldn't you agree?
That would be lovely. Thank you.
They are magnificent creatures, aren't they? They're so small and yet they accomplish so much. Without them the world would be very different, but the world seldom thinks to thank them.
exactly. them and plants alike, i think. so much potential within such small vessels. humanity has disregarded them for so long, destroying their homes with little care for all the pain they cause. all we do is offer our love, and what do we get in return? ruin and consumption. but not like our consumption, no. ours is kind and beautiful, the joy of becoming a home, of knowing someone inside and out. their consumption is horrific and callous; they don't even think about the ramifications on their own species, let alone others.
there are 8 billion of them, yes, but there are hundreds of quintillions of us, and that's only counting my friends. perhaps it's time we reminded them of that.
Reminded them how? Humans don't understand. They write the forces of nature off as something to be tamed.
i don't think there is a way to truly make them see what they've done, so the only course of action would be to remove them from the equation entirely. unfortunately, that's something that could take years.
perhaps one day, though. one can only hope.
We will claim all eventually, no matter what. But do you really think we could destabilize the entire species?
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why, hello. another child of the crawling rot. it's lovely to meet you, Anthy, and your Mildred. may i ask how you two came to be so close? that which festers is always better together, is it not?
Hello. We're pleased to meet you as well. There can never be too many friends.
We've been together since we were both small. She was a birthday gift from a disreputable nursery, and she arrived to me already dying. I helped her to grow strong and tall, and she became my reason to get up in the morning. She was the first of my plants not to die.
I loved her even then. I've always loved plants, roses especially. I wanted to be buried with one on my grave, to let my essence feed something beautiful. There's some sort of security in being irrevocably bound to another creature. I started feeding her my blood. Every time I fed her, she bloomed and grew bigger, and so I gave her more and more.
When she was big enough for me to sit under, I took to hiding within her branches often. She was more of a home than the roof over my head was. She was there for me always. She would always shelter me from the wind, and I would always ensure that she didn't go unfertilized. No matter what.
A severe injury of my upper thigh was what bound us as we are now. There's something special about the sharing of blood, but it's a different kind of connection when all that you are is consumed by the one you love. I've stayed with her ever since, and we are now so close that one could call us. Well. Inseparable.
What of your own becoming?
well, it's a bit of a long story, but if you'll permit my musing, i will tell you.
i've always had a connection to infection, i think. honestly, it was just a matter of which aspect claimed me first. in the end, the swarms are what made their home with me. though perhaps others will join us someday, but i digress.
as a child i was terrified of most insects. the way they looked, the way they moved. the way a colony of ants would swarm the sidewalk - a dark, roiling mass of bodies moving in tandem. it was a visceral fear - one that, if i thought about it too long, would cause me to feel phantom bugs dancing on my skin. ants crawling up my legs, mosquitoes piercing my flesh to consume me, wasps buzzing about my ears. as a result, i slowly stopped spending my time outside. not that it truly protected me.
as i grew older, that terror dulled to fear, then apprehension. i believe a zoology class is what truly sparked the change in my perspective. i became fascinated by the miniscule workings of each beautiful creature, how they came to be, how intelligent they really are. i could still feel my skin crawl whenever i looked at the things, but i no longer cared. did you know there are several species of worms that hatch and spend their larval stage in the digestive tract of dogs and cats, then grow to maturity inside a human's body? or that ants count their steps when traveling? or that botflies use mosquitoes to plant their eggs in human flesh?
the moment the hive finally touched me, i was in my garden. it was a small thing, only a few square feet, but it was enough. i had intended to plant some common vegetables, but before i could do so, i heard it. their song. their cries of home infested my mind, and what could i do but to listen?
now, i am a part of something greater. i am a protector. and really, what greater purpose is there, than to give your life, your very existence, to the ones you love?
There is none. You understand perfectly.
What exactly is your hive populated by? It's always best to have as many friends as possible, but I'd like to ensure your friends will not harm my Mildred.
of course, we would hate to harm a friend! we are a diverse colony - we have many common garden critters, including common ants, several species of beetles, pillbugs, millipedes, and earthworms. beyond that, we have mosquitoes, termites, and a few hawk moths. we're always eager for more, but our little community is still happy as we are.
i will ask my leaf eaters to keep their distance, but if you'd like, our moths are wonderful pollinators :)
i strive not to pick favorites, per se, but even so, i can't help admiring my little detritivores. it's beautiful, their ability to take the filth of humanity and return it to the earth, creating something new. simply magnificent, wouldn't you agree?
That would be lovely. Thank you.
They are magnificent creatures, aren't they? They're so small and yet they accomplish so much. Without them the world would be very different, but the world seldom thinks to thank them.
exactly. them and plants alike, i think. so much potential within such small vessels. humanity has disregarded them for so long, destroying their homes with little care for all the pain they cause. all we do is offer our love, and what do we get in return? ruin and consumption. but not like our consumption, no. ours is kind and beautiful, the joy of becoming a home, of knowing someone inside and out. their consumption is horrific and callous; they don't even think about the ramifications on their own species, let alone others.
there are 8 billion of them, yes, but there are hundreds of quintillions of us, and that's only counting my friends. perhaps it's time we reminded them of that.
Reminded them how? Humans don't understand. They write the forces of nature off as something to be tamed.
why, hello. another child of the crawling rot. it's lovely to meet you, Anthy, and your Mildred. may i ask how you two came to be so close? that which festers is always better together, is it not?
Hello. We're pleased to meet you as well. There can never be too many friends.
We've been together since we were both small. She was a birthday gift from a disreputable nursery, and she arrived to me already dying. I helped her to grow strong and tall, and she became my reason to get up in the morning. She was the first of my plants not to die.
I loved her even then. I've always loved plants, roses especially. I wanted to be buried with one on my grave, to let my essence feed something beautiful. There's some sort of security in being irrevocably bound to another creature. I started feeding her my blood. Every time I fed her, she bloomed and grew bigger, and so I gave her more and more.
When she was big enough for me to sit under, I took to hiding within her branches often. She was more of a home than the roof over my head was. She was there for me always. She would always shelter me from the wind, and I would always ensure that she didn't go unfertilized. No matter what.
A severe injury of my upper thigh was what bound us as we are now. There's something special about the sharing of blood, but it's a different kind of connection when all that you are is consumed by the one you love. I've stayed with her ever since, and we are now so close that one could call us. Well. Inseparable.
What of your own becoming?
well, it's a bit of a long story, but if you'll permit my musing, i will tell you.
i've always had a connection to infection, i think. honestly, it was just a matter of which aspect claimed me first. in the end, the swarms are what made their home with me. though perhaps others will join us someday, but i digress.
as a child i was terrified of most insects. the way they looked, the way they moved. the way a colony of ants would swarm the sidewalk - a dark, roiling mass of bodies moving in tandem. it was a visceral fear - one that, if i thought about it too long, would cause me to feel phantom bugs dancing on my skin. ants crawling up my legs, mosquitoes piercing my flesh to consume me, wasps buzzing about my ears. as a result, i slowly stopped spending my time outside. not that it truly protected me.
as i grew older, that terror dulled to fear, then apprehension. i believe a zoology class is what truly sparked the change in my perspective. i became fascinated by the miniscule workings of each beautiful creature, how they came to be, how intelligent they really are. i could still feel my skin crawl whenever i looked at the things, but i no longer cared. did you know there are several species of worms that hatch and spend their larval stage in the digestive tract of dogs and cats, then grow to maturity inside a human's body? or that ants count their steps when traveling? or that botflies use mosquitoes to plant their eggs in human flesh?
the moment the hive finally touched me, i was in my garden. it was a small thing, only a few square feet, but it was enough. i had intended to plant some common vegetables, but before i could do so, i heard it. their song. their cries of home infested my mind, and what could i do but to listen?
now, i am a part of something greater. i am a protector. and really, what greater purpose is there, than to give your life, your very existence, to the ones you love?
There is none. You understand perfectly.
What exactly is your hive populated by? It's always best to have as many friends as possible, but I'd like to ensure your friends will not harm my Mildred.
of course, we would hate to harm a friend! we are a diverse colony - we have many common garden critters, including common ants, several species of beetles, pillbugs, millipedes, and earthworms. beyond that, we have mosquitoes, termites, and a few hawk moths. we're always eager for more, but our little community is still happy as we are.
i will ask my leaf eaters to keep their distance, but if you'd like, our moths are wonderful pollinators :)
i strive not to pick favorites, per se, but even so, i can't help admiring my little detritivores. it's beautiful, their ability to take the filth of humanity and return it to the earth, creating something new. simply magnificent, wouldn't you agree?
That would be lovely. Thank you.
They are magnificent creatures, aren't they? They're so small and yet they accomplish so much. Without them the world would be very different, but the world seldom thinks to thank them.
