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TOPIC | BeeboBeebz Poetry/Prose [OPEN]
@BeeboBeebz
Hey there! could I get a slot?
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@MaliceMizer Sure thing! Send me a PM with your dragon, lore, and details when you get a chance!
@MaliceMizer Sure thing! Send me a PM with your dragon, lore, and details when you get a chance!
@MaliceMizer
Couldn't stop thinking about it, so I managed to get it done MUCH earlier than expected! Here you go:
Calypso:
Weaving waves,
glistening tides-
the light of the sun shines upon the ocean,
Making it sparkle
and shine.
You sit and watch as the water rises and falls,
as it swells and contracts.
The sand beneath your claws
is grounding
despite its slippery texture.
The views here, the sounds,
they quell the chaos in your mind,
the fire of your soul-
Allowing you to feel, just once,
the dousing of a flame.
An overwhelming peace and tranquility.
Relaxation.
Though, despite this calmness, this tranquility you feel,
you cannot stand idle for long.
No, you move forward, your steps crunching in the warm sand,
to a small pool, left behind from low tide.
You always adored tidepools. The small creatures left behind,
their resilience, their color.
You knew he liked them too,
you remember how he stared that day,
almost mesmerized by the way the fish moved,
how their scales shimmered with a fantasy-like iridescence.
Maybe you could recount your findings to him later-
the amount of fish you saw. The crab that sat at the bottom,
awaiting its next meal,
as he was preparing your own.
Before you know it,
night falls.
The tide sweeps back in, you feel its coolness on your claws,
it envelops the small pool you were so enraptured with,
its inhabitants eagerly flittering back into the ocean,
its depths,
off to where you cannot see.
They're going home, you think,
and maybe, it's time for you to as well.
Although, you know,
this-
the beach, the water,
will always truly be
your real home.
Couldn't stop thinking about it, so I managed to get it done MUCH earlier than expected! Here you go:
Calypso:
Weaving waves,
glistening tides-
the light of the sun shines upon the ocean,
Making it sparkle
and shine.
You sit and watch as the water rises and falls,
as it swells and contracts.
The sand beneath your claws
is grounding
despite its slippery texture.
The views here, the sounds,
they quell the chaos in your mind,
the fire of your soul-
Allowing you to feel, just once,
the dousing of a flame.
An overwhelming peace and tranquility.
Relaxation.
Though, despite this calmness, this tranquility you feel,
you cannot stand idle for long.
No, you move forward, your steps crunching in the warm sand,
to a small pool, left behind from low tide.
You always adored tidepools. The small creatures left behind,
their resilience, their color.
You knew he liked them too,
you remember how he stared that day,
almost mesmerized by the way the fish moved,
how their scales shimmered with a fantasy-like iridescence.
Maybe you could recount your findings to him later-
the amount of fish you saw. The crab that sat at the bottom,
awaiting its next meal,
as he was preparing your own.
Before you know it,
night falls.
The tide sweeps back in, you feel its coolness on your claws,
it envelops the small pool you were so enraptured with,
its inhabitants eagerly flittering back into the ocean,
its depths,
off to where you cannot see.
They're going home, you think,
and maybe, it's time for you to as well.
Although, you know,
this-
the beach, the water,
will always truly be
your real home.
@MaliceMizer
Couldn't stop thinking about it, so I managed to get it done MUCH earlier than expected! Here you go:
Calypso:
Weaving waves,
glistening tides-
the light of the sun shines upon the ocean,
Making it sparkle
and shine.
You sit and watch as the water rises and falls,
as it swells and contracts.
The sand beneath your claws
is grounding
despite its slippery texture.
The views here, the sounds,
they quell the chaos in your mind,
the fire of your soul-
Allowing you to feel, just once,
the dousing of a flame.
An overwhelming peace and tranquility.
Relaxation.
Though, despite this calmness, this tranquility you feel,
you cannot stand idle for long.
No, you move forward, your steps crunching in the warm sand,
to a small pool, left behind from low tide.
You always adored tidepools. The small creatures left behind,
their resilience, their color.
You knew he liked them too,
you remember how he stared that day,
almost mesmerized by the way the fish moved,
how their scales shimmered with a fantasy-like iridescence.
Maybe you could recount your findings to him later-
the amount of fish you saw. The crab that sat at the bottom,
awaiting its next meal,
as he was preparing your own.
Before you know it,
night falls.
The tide sweeps back in, you feel its coolness on your claws,
it envelops the small pool you were so enraptured with,
its inhabitants eagerly flittering back into the ocean,
its depths,
off to where you cannot see.
They're going home, you think,
and maybe, it's time for you to as well.
Although, you know,
this-
the beach, the water,
will always truly be
your real home.
Couldn't stop thinking about it, so I managed to get it done MUCH earlier than expected! Here you go:
Calypso:
Weaving waves,
glistening tides-
the light of the sun shines upon the ocean,
Making it sparkle
and shine.
You sit and watch as the water rises and falls,
as it swells and contracts.
The sand beneath your claws
is grounding
despite its slippery texture.
The views here, the sounds,
they quell the chaos in your mind,
the fire of your soul-
Allowing you to feel, just once,
the dousing of a flame.
An overwhelming peace and tranquility.
Relaxation.
Though, despite this calmness, this tranquility you feel,
you cannot stand idle for long.
No, you move forward, your steps crunching in the warm sand,
to a small pool, left behind from low tide.
You always adored tidepools. The small creatures left behind,
their resilience, their color.
You knew he liked them too,
you remember how he stared that day,
almost mesmerized by the way the fish moved,
how their scales shimmered with a fantasy-like iridescence.
Maybe you could recount your findings to him later-
the amount of fish you saw. The crab that sat at the bottom,
awaiting its next meal,
as he was preparing your own.
Before you know it,
night falls.
The tide sweeps back in, you feel its coolness on your claws,
it envelops the small pool you were so enraptured with,
its inhabitants eagerly flittering back into the ocean,
its depths,
off to where you cannot see.
They're going home, you think,
and maybe, it's time for you to as well.
Although, you know,
this-
the beach, the water,
will always truly be
your real home.
Haha, I get the feeling!
It turned out awesome, and I love how you weaved in Pepperjack too, very sweet. thank you so much! :D
By the way, putting [ code ] (without the spaces) around text will make it easy to copy the bbcode formatting! Just wanted to let you know, I can easily add it in :)
[code] here's an [b]example[/b]![/code]
Haha, I get the feeling!
It turned out awesome, and I love how you weaved in Pepperjack too, very sweet. thank you so much! :D
By the way, putting [ code ] (without the spaces) around text will make it easy to copy the bbcode formatting! Just wanted to let you know, I can easily add it in :)
It turned out awesome, and I love how you weaved in Pepperjack too, very sweet. thank you so much! :D
By the way, putting [ code ] (without the spaces) around text will make it easy to copy the bbcode formatting! Just wanted to let you know, I can easily add it in :)
Code:
here's an [b]example[/b]!
@arghsdemeter
Here it is! Hope its to your liking :)
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Magnolia:
[code]It's been five days since I've arrived here,
[i]The Midnight Tusk.[/i]
I was weary. I was drained,
nearly dead on my feet out in the cold-
when the building seemed to fade into the distance,
a beacon of hope to my aching bones.
I stepped in through the doors,
The warmth of a lit fireplace washed over my scales,
burrowing deep into my muscles.
It eased the ache. If even just a bit.
And when I looked up, a peculiar dragon met my gaze,
their eyes seemed to burrow deep into my soul-
as if sizing up my entire being.
I ignored it at first.
I was desperate for a room, desperate for rest.
so we exchanged pleasantries, and I received my key-
but that was only the start.
Since my stay, I've noticed a few things.
The owner, that peculiar dragon-
they seem to linger much longer than necessary.
I can see her in the corner of my eye within the common room
those searing eyes boring holes into the back of my skull.
Whenever I turn,
they return to adjusting the furniture,
mumbling something about it needing to be "just right."
[i]Surely,[/i] I think, [i]I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain.[/i]
I had a conversation with her, once.
That peculiar dragon.
I had stepped out to eat breakfast when I bumped into her,
but the act felt more coordinated,
rather than accidental.
We discussed food. My travels.
My hometown, my parents, my life.
It was only when she left that I noticed:
they had barely shared anything about themself-
and I had shared everything.
The words, they just seemed to flow out from me
so casually, so easily,
as if talking to a dear friend,
not an innkeeper
that i had only just met
a few days ago.
The words I shared-
deep secrets,
my inner emotions,
was there something that peculiar dragon wanted with them?
But no. I have to be rational.
Again, I think:
[i]Surely, I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain.[/i]
...A few more nights it has been.
Five, was it?
Honestly, I'm beginning to lose track.
I eat. I sleep.
And yet...
The ache in my bones,
the soreness of my body-
they haven't seemed to fade.
No, I still feel as weary as I did
when I first stepped foot through those doors,
when I first laid eyes upon that peculiar dragon.
Those searing eyes-
They've been in my dreams lately.
They're all I see in my sleep.
Those eyes. That dragon.
They never speak. They just stare.
And when I try to stare back-
I awaken.
A cold sweat.
My bones still ache.
My body still weary.
My muscles still sore.
Its for these reasons I choose to stay here,
for a lone traveler would not survive long
in such conditions.
So despite this place,
this.. odd place.
This peculiar place.
That peculiar dragon.
I just keep telling myself:
"Surely, I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain."[/code]
@arghsdemeter
Here it is! Hope its to your liking :)
Magnolia:
Here it is! Hope its to your liking :)
Magnolia:
Code:
It's been five days since I've arrived here,
[i]The Midnight Tusk.[/i]
I was weary. I was drained,
nearly dead on my feet out in the cold-
when the building seemed to fade into the distance,
a beacon of hope to my aching bones.
I stepped in through the doors,
The warmth of a lit fireplace washed over my scales,
burrowing deep into my muscles.
It eased the ache. If even just a bit.
And when I looked up, a peculiar dragon met my gaze,
their eyes seemed to burrow deep into my soul-
as if sizing up my entire being.
I ignored it at first.
I was desperate for a room, desperate for rest.
so we exchanged pleasantries, and I received my key-
but that was only the start.
Since my stay, I've noticed a few things.
The owner, that peculiar dragon-
they seem to linger much longer than necessary.
I can see her in the corner of my eye within the common room
those searing eyes boring holes into the back of my skull.
Whenever I turn,
they return to adjusting the furniture,
mumbling something about it needing to be "just right."
[i]Surely,[/i] I think, [i]I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain.[/i]
I had a conversation with her, once.
That peculiar dragon.
I had stepped out to eat breakfast when I bumped into her,
but the act felt more coordinated,
rather than accidental.
We discussed food. My travels.
My hometown, my parents, my life.
It was only when she left that I noticed:
they had barely shared anything about themself-
and I had shared everything.
The words, they just seemed to flow out from me
so casually, so easily,
as if talking to a dear friend,
not an innkeeper
that i had only just met
a few days ago.
The words I shared-
deep secrets,
my inner emotions,
was there something that peculiar dragon wanted with them?
But no. I have to be rational.
Again, I think:
[i]Surely, I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain.[/i]
...A few more nights it has been.
Five, was it?
Honestly, I'm beginning to lose track.
I eat. I sleep.
And yet...
The ache in my bones,
the soreness of my body-
they haven't seemed to fade.
No, I still feel as weary as I did
when I first stepped foot through those doors,
when I first laid eyes upon that peculiar dragon.
Those searing eyes-
They've been in my dreams lately.
They're all I see in my sleep.
Those eyes. That dragon.
They never speak. They just stare.
And when I try to stare back-
I awaken.
A cold sweat.
My bones still ache.
My body still weary.
My muscles still sore.
Its for these reasons I choose to stay here,
for a lone traveler would not survive long
in such conditions.
So despite this place,
this.. odd place.
This peculiar place.
That peculiar dragon.
I just keep telling myself:
"Surely, I'm just paranoid,
weary from travel,
I'll stay a few more nights to recuperate.
To get my mind right,
and then I'll be back on the road.
Right as rain."
@BeeboBeebz
Thank you so much!!
This was so fun to read, I love the idea of the inn being a weird trap of not being able to get the rest and recovery that travelers think they'll get!!
I'll send over the treasures via CR right now!
Thank you so much!!
This was so fun to read, I love the idea of the inn being a weird trap of not being able to get the rest and recovery that travelers think they'll get!!
I'll send over the treasures via CR right now!
@BeeboBeebz
Thank you so much!!
This was so fun to read, I love the idea of the inn being a weird trap of not being able to get the rest and recovery that travelers think they'll get!!
I'll send over the treasures via CR right now!
Thank you so much!!
This was so fun to read, I love the idea of the inn being a weird trap of not being able to get the rest and recovery that travelers think they'll get!!
I'll send over the treasures via CR right now!
@BeeboBeebz
could I get a slot for this creature?
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