Third Vine

[woodsiequeen]

[She received a letter. It contained nothing but a symbol:



She was insulted. How dare they flaunt their power, using this most revered symbol? It mocked her, reminding her that she was a failure and a prisoner. She stewed about it the entire day, until night fell and she prepared for bed. She sighed, realizing that she had fallen into a pattern once again. Humans did so love their routines, and she followed them to keep up her charade, but just like before, she found herself doing things subconsciously; going through the motions. Only this time, there was nothing tying her to true self. She had no power, she had no one close to her, and she didn't have the reassurance that she was working towards a goal. Was this her punishment? To slowly forget who she was and the higher purpose she served, and resolve herself to a life of conformity and patterns?

She thought about this as she stood in front of the mirror in the washroom as she did every night (another routine...). Just like before, she gazed at her reflection intently, trying to summon up even an inkling of her power, and just like before she expected to be disappointed. But this time the pattern was broken. Her eyes went wide as she watched herself change; as her soft skin became smooth, green bark. She could hardly believe it, but for the first time in weeks she saw herself as herself, and not that wretched human shell.

Viktoria wanted to scream. She wanted to run through the town and sing the praises of the Woodsie Lord for giving her this precious gift. But as she knew it was a gift, she also knew she could not be so careless with it. There was no one who needed to know of her powers, and therefore they would remain a secret... for now. She was well-versed in keeping her true self a secret. She slowly, almost sadly, reverted to her human disguise and crawled into bed... but she did not sleep. No, she waited until she was certain enough hours had passed, then slipped out of the room, and out of the house entirely.

Silently, she made her way to the park. It was artificial, like everything else in this horrid town, but it was the only place that felt fitting for a prayer of thanks to the Trickster. As she approached the small pond, she unbuttoned her nightgown and let it fall away from her, and as she knelt by the water she called the change again. It was such a wonderful sensation to feel the moonlight on her skin and the water absorbed through her fingertips again. She couldn't remain here; she would have to return before dawn so not to arouse suspicion, but she could linger just a little longer...]

((OOC: So hey, nightowls. Who wants to talk to the naked green babe in the park?))

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[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

[His rather unfortunate failure at Westport calmed him down. Somewhat.]

[Still, he kept walking nights.]

...Oh my. Have I come upon Artemis's grove?

[foureyed-lawyer.livejournal.com]

[Atticus is strolling back toward his home with a general idea of how Mayfield is laid out; it was a long night, and he wasn't sure he was going to get any sleep... He was typically used to these long hours, but he's been awake far longer than before. He rubs an eye under his glasses, a paper under one arm.]

[veggiephobe.livejournal.com]

[His nightly trips to the park have been frequent and all the more needed. Not only is it a place for him to sing and be himself without being bothered or criticized, but it's also a place to cool his head.

The new addition to 335 Brady Lane had done nothing but insulted his intelligence and mocked his status as king, which had easily ruined his good mood - if his mood was ever good to begin with. There's so many terrible things he wanted to do to shut her up, but does he even stand a chance? Likely not. Once he's given the opportunity to take over Mayfield, she will be the first to die along with Gohan. And he will enjoy their demise very much.

Sitting near the pond with his fellow frogs, he was about to sing his cherished song until he saw something moving in the water. Who could it be?

"Who are you and what are you doing in my park - Ribbit?!"