Growth Points Balance: 165
Masterlist Entry 083
AOENA is a forest spirit residing in the deep wooded areas of northern Minnesota. Her body is filled with honey bees and comb while her fur is usually pretty sticky and sweet with their honey. She is somewhat large in comparison to many others of her kind, although dainty and tall in stature. Bees may be seen going in and out of the openings along her shoulders, busy collecting nectar and brewing honey, as well as buzzing all around her and her blossoms. She roams the forests that make up her home quietly and serenely, watching over and protecting its precious pollinators.
During the winter months, her petals fall and her branches appear bare while the activity around her shoulders ceases as the honey bees she houses go into their winter stasis. While the bees seem to disappear during Minnesota's cold, harsh winters, buzzing may be heard deep within the caverns of her body.
Esk 115GP Chain
Growth Points Balance: 50
Masterlist Entry 115
NotesA low blanket of overcast clouds make the air feel heavy, the atmosphere weighted, as long waves take their time crashing on a bleak and gray beach. Long whisps of grass wave in the slow breeze as chilled seagulls and other seaside birds weave their way among the tufts, searching for tiny crabs and grubs to dine on. The cold waves start lap against a smattering of sea glass and driftwood. A dark figure appears among the mist of salt water, bowing low to sniff and nudge curiously at the things the sea has offered it. Raising its sleek head, it gazes out over the churning blackness, its fur catching the wind and brushing against long, gnarled bundles of driftwood protruding from its back and shoulders. With dark, knowing eyes it turns and wades slowly into a rocky tide pool, a wave crashing against the tife pools rough threshold. The apparition of the salty sea is gone, just as suddenly as it appeared.
Growth Points Balance: 42
Sunlight pierces through a thick canopy of leaves, creating tiny fiery openings to a blue sky above. The forest, with gargantuan trees, a thick bed of moss and fern undergrowth, and untouched serenity, is alive and teaming with flying insects, birds, and small foraging critters. The far-off bray of an elk can be heard, most likely on the neighboring plains, the low sounds of their comings and goings heard for miles around. The trees loom high into the air, acting as great sentinels of the forest. A stream bubbles it's way through a small clearing lazily as a somewhat tall creature picks its way along the edges, its mossy fur falling in long mats on either side of its almond shaped face. Large broken, overgrown branches, somewhat gnarled, root themselves on its back, their asymmetrical shape make the creature seem unbalanced as it restlessly teeters back and forth on tiny, three-toed paws. This is far from the case, however, as it turns swiftly and gracefully, bounding with utmost poise back into the overgrowth from whence it came just as a group of people hiking off the designated trails pressed through the trees and into the clearing.