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Aridine has a minion!
Dapple the Sheltey
Dapple the Sheltey
Aridine
Legacy Name: Aridine
The
Glade KerubiOwner:
exquisiteAge: 17 years, 3 months, 3 weeks
Born: January 12th, 2007
Adopted: 17 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: January 12th, 2007 (Legacy)
Pet Spotlight Winner
September 25th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 26
- Strength: 38
- Defense: 22
- Speed: 23
- Health: 21
- HP: 14/21
- Intelligence: 138
- Books Read: 135
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Horticulturist
The inspired touch of fairy hands was felt on the delicate walls of the butterfly house when it sprang to life in the center of the forest. The foundation of this glorious house grows directly from the bark of the oldest tree; A platform that always thrives with life. Small furry creatures build burrows from the soft moss that carpets the floor, raising their young away from the searching eyes of predators.
The second level of the shelter houses every sort of butterfly, with leaded stained-glass windows that mimic and depict the patterns of intricate butterfly wings. Every color known in nature has a place, creating a pattern of lights and shapes that never ceases to dance, even on the calmest day. Slender tendrils of wood support a ceiling shaped from massive velvety leaves that allow just the right amount of rain and sunlight to enter. These serve as warm places for butterfly cocoons and sturdy supports for caterpillars seeking to take wing for the first time. It is a place of magic that the harsh winds of winter never manage to penetrate.
Aridine was appointed guardian of this butterfly house on the day the first cluster of butterflies settled amid the flower-strewn rafters. Flowers grow in her glossy fur which is the color of the first buds of spring. When their petals grow strong she gently plucks them and transplants them in rich soil collected from fairy gardens. They continue to grow until they droop forward on stems strong as steel cables, dripping with rich nectar. No creature that seeks Aridine's protection will ever go hungry or shiver through a cold night.
The queen of the fairies granted her a very special power. She can sense the emotions in the thoughts of the creatures under her care, allowing her to better see to their needs. Each emotion is a flavor, a color, an image unique to each individual yet bonded by the web of life that connects all living creatures.
She had heard tales of the harsh outside world told by the small creatures under her care, but until the day she met Scram, she had never truly understood what it means to suffer.
She was tending the rose covered gateway when she heard the cries of a creature in pain. She hesitated, torn between the familiar serenity that beckoned her back to safety and the harsh note just beyond her domain that cried desperately for help. She shuddered at the thought of leaving this safe haven, but she was good-hearted and knew that the faeries would never have chosen a selfish guardian.
It was easy to locate the little mouse huddled in a bed of clover. His fur was covered in foul black slime and his eyes were gummy from an illness that made his tiny frame shudder. She sent out a calming wave of love and peace, envisioning for him the softest bed of grass and delicious grains on which he would soon grow fat. He closed his eyes as she plucked him from the ground, surrendering to a kindness he had never known in the city of his birth.
She cleaned him in the clear water of the stream behind the house, gently working away the thick slime that coated his fur and made her feel ill just from touching it. He was given his own little bed in one of the warmest corners of the nesting zone. For many days she brought him choice tidbits of grain and soothed his troubled dreams until the day when he returned her curious gaze with bright button eyes.
He sniffed her face with interest, for he had never seen a big creature so pleasant. She giggled as his whiskers tickled her chin. "Surely you have met a few kind fairies. They are much bigger than me and they love all creatures, big and small."
His whiskers drooped and in his mind she could see the dirty city streets, and stray dogs roaming and picking at garbage. He had once been cornered in an alley overflowing with rotted scraps, his heart racing as a tomcat swiped vicious claws just inches from his beautiful tail.
In his mind she could also see the humans. They were large creatures that bumbled along on two legs with sour expressions and black squares that hid their eyes from the sun. Scram's mind-voice was an indignant grumble as he described the way a human had splashed him with nasty slime which led to his dire illness. He had come to the forest hoping to die away from the fear that had plagued him since his mother had kicked him out of the nest.
It was from the humans that he'd received his name. At the sight of him they would yell "Scram, you nasty rodent!" Sometimes they would throw things or try to step on him. He had never met a kind human that would leave a scrap of bread or crumb of cheese. Their food offerings were placed on nasty traps that had killed too many members of his kin.
Aridine was troubled. Surely the fairies, who oversaw all creatures, knew about this awful injustice. Humans should not be allowed to treat their fellow creatures in such a way.
Scram's whiskers drooped. Fairies no longer tried to reach human hearts except on very rare occasions. In the human world, a fairy was a creature alive only in stories. It was even said that a fairy had once tried to act as an ambassador to humans but after a short time their selfishness and cruelty had poisoned the fairy until she lost her wings and became human herself.
Aridine settled Scram back into his nest, giving him a few sweet berries in thanks for his tale. The other creatures had nothing good to say of man. Those few not born in butterfly house had all come here desperate to escape the choking poisons of the human world. The birds twittered about acid rain that ate away flight feathers, and the rabbits shuddered at the thought of snares. Her dear butterflies took flight in their agitation at the memory told by one old moth; He recalled with horror a human child reaching out to snatch his mate from the air, tearing away her delicate wings and throwing her to the ground.
She could not leave her beloved creatures so unhappy, but she had to know the truth. She took a few moments to soothe them all, thinking only of sunny perches and the gentle trickle of water on rocks. When she began to descend to the lower level of the shelter, Scram scrambled up her shoulder. He insisted on accompanying her to her audience with the queen.
The fairy queen has no formal schedule. She turns a blind eye to no creature, regardless of size, though she grants her full attention to each. Aridine waited patiently as she finished a conference with a family of wasps that were insisting that a new squirrel in the neighborhood was damaging the structure of the nest they'd occupied for nearly three years. It was decided that the squirrel must find a new nesting tree but she would be allowed to gather a sizable amount of the acorns that the wasps had no use for. The queen waved Aridine forward at last, smiling gently.
It was hard not to stare at the queen of the fairies. Even for a fairy, she was very beautiful with raven hair that hung to her knees, braided into intricate patterns with rose vines to hold the shape. Her feline eyes were the deep green of forest leaves and the dress she wore was woven with living vines that put forth flowers every few minutes.
She listened to Aridine's distress and her own eyes filled with sadness. "We cannot speak to humans, child. That path was lost to us many years ago when a human that declared himself king worked an evil spell that prevented human thoughts from reaching us. Many of my kin were killed in the old world through the treachery of the Serpent King." She gently stroked the bracelet at her wrist that had unraveled in agitation. The small green snake flicked out his tongue and settled again as the queen continued. "Be still, my friend. He was not a snake, not in truth. It is a name passed down through many generations as a warning to my people of the danger of humans. We have no power over them and we must content ourselves with diverting their attention from these small parts of the world that so far have not felt their influence."
"There is nothing we can do then?"
The queen reached out, taking Aridine's paw as her voice changed to a deeper tone. "We are the Protectors. We lend our strength to the trees and listen to the thoughts of those creatures who still believe. We can only hope that if the day comes when humans remember our existence, they will not be too corrupted to break the chain forged by an ancient evil."
Scram's whiskers twitched. The queen smiled only at him. "This little one came from the world of humans yet he is not bitter. I still have hope for them, though many doubt they are capable of change. Sometimes the smallest pebble can cause ripples that reach even the far shore of the lake. Like a name given at birth, the nature of a human rarely changes but such changes are not impossible."
Aridine nodded, placing Scram in the center of her palm. "I rename you Dapple for the light that I saw in you even when hope was lost." Though her heart was still troubled, Aridine could not keep a smile from her face as Dapple squeaked his gratitude and joy.
Story by:
Pureflower
Profile by:exquisite
The second level of the shelter houses every sort of butterfly, with leaded stained-glass windows that mimic and depict the patterns of intricate butterfly wings. Every color known in nature has a place, creating a pattern of lights and shapes that never ceases to dance, even on the calmest day. Slender tendrils of wood support a ceiling shaped from massive velvety leaves that allow just the right amount of rain and sunlight to enter. These serve as warm places for butterfly cocoons and sturdy supports for caterpillars seeking to take wing for the first time. It is a place of magic that the harsh winds of winter never manage to penetrate.
Aridine was appointed guardian of this butterfly house on the day the first cluster of butterflies settled amid the flower-strewn rafters. Flowers grow in her glossy fur which is the color of the first buds of spring. When their petals grow strong she gently plucks them and transplants them in rich soil collected from fairy gardens. They continue to grow until they droop forward on stems strong as steel cables, dripping with rich nectar. No creature that seeks Aridine's protection will ever go hungry or shiver through a cold night.
The queen of the fairies granted her a very special power. She can sense the emotions in the thoughts of the creatures under her care, allowing her to better see to their needs. Each emotion is a flavor, a color, an image unique to each individual yet bonded by the web of life that connects all living creatures.
She had heard tales of the harsh outside world told by the small creatures under her care, but until the day she met Scram, she had never truly understood what it means to suffer.
She was tending the rose covered gateway when she heard the cries of a creature in pain. She hesitated, torn between the familiar serenity that beckoned her back to safety and the harsh note just beyond her domain that cried desperately for help. She shuddered at the thought of leaving this safe haven, but she was good-hearted and knew that the faeries would never have chosen a selfish guardian.
It was easy to locate the little mouse huddled in a bed of clover. His fur was covered in foul black slime and his eyes were gummy from an illness that made his tiny frame shudder. She sent out a calming wave of love and peace, envisioning for him the softest bed of grass and delicious grains on which he would soon grow fat. He closed his eyes as she plucked him from the ground, surrendering to a kindness he had never known in the city of his birth.
She cleaned him in the clear water of the stream behind the house, gently working away the thick slime that coated his fur and made her feel ill just from touching it. He was given his own little bed in one of the warmest corners of the nesting zone. For many days she brought him choice tidbits of grain and soothed his troubled dreams until the day when he returned her curious gaze with bright button eyes.
He sniffed her face with interest, for he had never seen a big creature so pleasant. She giggled as his whiskers tickled her chin. "Surely you have met a few kind fairies. They are much bigger than me and they love all creatures, big and small."
His whiskers drooped and in his mind she could see the dirty city streets, and stray dogs roaming and picking at garbage. He had once been cornered in an alley overflowing with rotted scraps, his heart racing as a tomcat swiped vicious claws just inches from his beautiful tail.
In his mind she could also see the humans. They were large creatures that bumbled along on two legs with sour expressions and black squares that hid their eyes from the sun. Scram's mind-voice was an indignant grumble as he described the way a human had splashed him with nasty slime which led to his dire illness. He had come to the forest hoping to die away from the fear that had plagued him since his mother had kicked him out of the nest.
It was from the humans that he'd received his name. At the sight of him they would yell "Scram, you nasty rodent!" Sometimes they would throw things or try to step on him. He had never met a kind human that would leave a scrap of bread or crumb of cheese. Their food offerings were placed on nasty traps that had killed too many members of his kin.
Aridine was troubled. Surely the fairies, who oversaw all creatures, knew about this awful injustice. Humans should not be allowed to treat their fellow creatures in such a way.
Scram's whiskers drooped. Fairies no longer tried to reach human hearts except on very rare occasions. In the human world, a fairy was a creature alive only in stories. It was even said that a fairy had once tried to act as an ambassador to humans but after a short time their selfishness and cruelty had poisoned the fairy until she lost her wings and became human herself.
Aridine settled Scram back into his nest, giving him a few sweet berries in thanks for his tale. The other creatures had nothing good to say of man. Those few not born in butterfly house had all come here desperate to escape the choking poisons of the human world. The birds twittered about acid rain that ate away flight feathers, and the rabbits shuddered at the thought of snares. Her dear butterflies took flight in their agitation at the memory told by one old moth; He recalled with horror a human child reaching out to snatch his mate from the air, tearing away her delicate wings and throwing her to the ground.
She could not leave her beloved creatures so unhappy, but she had to know the truth. She took a few moments to soothe them all, thinking only of sunny perches and the gentle trickle of water on rocks. When she began to descend to the lower level of the shelter, Scram scrambled up her shoulder. He insisted on accompanying her to her audience with the queen.
The fairy queen has no formal schedule. She turns a blind eye to no creature, regardless of size, though she grants her full attention to each. Aridine waited patiently as she finished a conference with a family of wasps that were insisting that a new squirrel in the neighborhood was damaging the structure of the nest they'd occupied for nearly three years. It was decided that the squirrel must find a new nesting tree but she would be allowed to gather a sizable amount of the acorns that the wasps had no use for. The queen waved Aridine forward at last, smiling gently.
It was hard not to stare at the queen of the fairies. Even for a fairy, she was very beautiful with raven hair that hung to her knees, braided into intricate patterns with rose vines to hold the shape. Her feline eyes were the deep green of forest leaves and the dress she wore was woven with living vines that put forth flowers every few minutes.
She listened to Aridine's distress and her own eyes filled with sadness. "We cannot speak to humans, child. That path was lost to us many years ago when a human that declared himself king worked an evil spell that prevented human thoughts from reaching us. Many of my kin were killed in the old world through the treachery of the Serpent King." She gently stroked the bracelet at her wrist that had unraveled in agitation. The small green snake flicked out his tongue and settled again as the queen continued. "Be still, my friend. He was not a snake, not in truth. It is a name passed down through many generations as a warning to my people of the danger of humans. We have no power over them and we must content ourselves with diverting their attention from these small parts of the world that so far have not felt their influence."
"There is nothing we can do then?"
The queen reached out, taking Aridine's paw as her voice changed to a deeper tone. "We are the Protectors. We lend our strength to the trees and listen to the thoughts of those creatures who still believe. We can only hope that if the day comes when humans remember our existence, they will not be too corrupted to break the chain forged by an ancient evil."
Scram's whiskers twitched. The queen smiled only at him. "This little one came from the world of humans yet he is not bitter. I still have hope for them, though many doubt they are capable of change. Sometimes the smallest pebble can cause ripples that reach even the far shore of the lake. Like a name given at birth, the nature of a human rarely changes but such changes are not impossible."
Aridine nodded, placing Scram in the center of her palm. "I rename you Dapple for the light that I saw in you even when hope was lost." Though her heart was still troubled, Aridine could not keep a smile from her face as Dapple squeaked his gratitude and joy.
Story by:
PureflowerProfile by:
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