My work for the writer and art contest @phoenixeclipse-lmkau
Writer contest
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The cool breeze ruffles my hair, I gently run my hand through plums fur, whose on my lap, while Peaches is asleep, curled around my neck, I look at Spirt whose sitting frustrated on the ground. We are unable to continue traveling for the moment, since we need supplies but the only village near us is temporarily closed for the festival, so we are stuck here for two days. I huff, before putting peaches and plum on the ground on my jacket. I'm sick and tired of seeing my sis- Spirit looking so down, so I do the only logical thing.
I snatch her hand and pull her up, before taking off running, ignoring her protests, I keep going until I find the flower field we saw before and when I do, I yeet her into it before jumping in after. Flowers scatter around us, and into the air. “Nicolaos! What was that for!” Spirit hiss at me, I just ignore her, I look through the flower field until I find the flower I'm looking for, I make a noise of victory when I finally find it, I turn to Spirit. “Close your eyes now” You say, giving your best puppy dog eyes, after a moment Spirit does with a huff.
You place a chrysanthemum behind her ear, a purple one. “Tada!” You exclaim, dragging her to the river to see. “It's a chrysanthemum, they mean loyalty and family bonds, or well they have many meanings but that's one of them” you give a silly face and after a while spirit chuckles.
That's how you and spirit spend the day, hanging out in the flower field, it's cold at night so you too cuddle, with the cubs sleeping on you. You're all unable to sleep, so after a while you ask if it helps if you sing an old bedtime song your mom used to sing to you, though you do when that in be in your motherland tongue, spirit days go for it so you do.
“Solen er så rød, mor,
og skoven blir så sort.
Nu er solen død, mor,
og dagen gået bort.
Ræven går derude, mor.
Vi låser vores gang.
Kom, sæt dig ved min pude, mor,
og syng en lille sang.”
“Himlen er så stor, mor,
med klare stjerner på.
Hvem monstro der bor, mor,
på stjernen i det blå?
Tror du, der er drenge, mor,
der kigger ned til mig?
Og tror du, de har senge, mor,
og sover li’som jeg?”
“Hvorfor blir det nat, mor,
og kold og bitter vind?
Hør den lille kat,mor,
den mjaver og vil ind.
Mågerne og ternerne
har ingen sted at bo.
Å hør, nu synger stjernerne.
De synger mig til ro.”
The cubs fall asleep quickly, but spirit says something before falling asleep. “Promise me you stay.”
You nuzzle your face into her stomach. “stupid question of course I stay sister” you mumble, hugging her waist.
…
Huh?
Sister?
You wake with a start, springing up in bed, you huff, sweating like a pig, you glance around realizing you're in your room… oh right, your home again… why aren't you happy, you should be happy. You hug a plushie to your chest, curling up, your eyes falling on a withered chrysanthemum flower on your bedside, and slowly you begin to sob, quietly crying, not making a sound.
Sister
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I promise
I promised!
… ”i want my sister”
Art contest
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How i image Spirit and Reader’s/my oc’s goodbye
Nicolaos is my personal oc and the thing on his head is my personalheadband but here is he with out and with the original one
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