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A project page dedicated to my goal of an UC grey ixi who I call Lavender. Progress, plans, and the character are hosted here.

Current Offer: Second +morph&ffq

Goal | 2000+ HSD
Currently level 68 | 379 HSD
[ ] level 80 | 480 HSD
[ ] level 250
[ ] 750 HSD
[ ] 1000 HSD
[ ] 1500 HSD
[ ] 2000 HSD



Lavender will find a home on my main account, acwellen, with lots of art, writing and personalized petpage and lookup [x]. Customization options below are Moltara City Background, MiniMME13-B: Gothic Sunbeam Shower, and Heart of the Forest on the left and Spaceport Background, Sun Shower, and Heart of the Forest on the right.

Name // Lavender
Alias // Adamant
Taxonomy // White Oak (Quercus alba), Dryad
Age // Roughly 310 years

Appearance//
Lavender possesses three forms of which she can wear any combination of characteristics of or even wear simultaneously. It is of some import to note that while feminine pronouns are applied to Lavender of her own choice, she has very little true understand of gender and her forms reflect that.

Her first and true form is that of a White Oak tree, bark scarred from human abuse but standing unbent and powerful still. Though Lavender is dwarfed by the buildings which surround her she still towers over the people at over ninety feet tall with branches near the same in spread. It is this form that inspired humans to call her Adamant, the last tree to survive the hostile world humanity created.

Lavender 's second form is that of a deer, the first false form she ever took. Inspired by a piebald buck she saw in passing as a youth her coat is mostly white but bears dark freckles around the face and hooves. Her antlers are smaller, reflective of the age of the deer she chose to emulate.

Her third form was wrought of her attempt to mimic the human form. It was not an overly successful attempt. Though she managed to create a humanoid appearance at the very least, traits from her other forms show through always. Her skin is abnormally white and her eyes are dark, more closely resembling those of her deer form than anything human. Her dark hair was inspired by the first girl she met and she wears the same markings she does as a deer. Often, the specter of ears and antlers can been seen above her head.

Personality //
Lavender is consumed by self-loathing. She mourns for her old life as part of a thriving forest and despises the pollution and darkness and loneliness of her new world but is too stubborn to go the way of the rest of her old life. Despite the havoc humans have wrecked on the world and the injuries she has been dealt personally, Lavender still craves contact and finds it hard to forgive herself for what she interprets as this failing. She has summarily refused to yield to forces that would see her destroyed and now that their campaign against her has finally lulled she intends fully to strike back in any way she can.

Nettle is a rat who takes shelter among Lavender's roots. She named him Nettle because she first met him when he started gnawing on her roots, desperate for food, and the sting reminded her of the time she had blundered though a thicket of the stuff. Lavender threw an acorn at him which he promptly ate and he's stuck with her ever since. Though she would never admit it, Lavender enjoys his company, simple though it may be, and the reassurance of a fellow creature eking out life in a place not meant for them.

Prologue //

1.

Like all trees, I was born of an acorn, shed from my mother's branches with a hundred others, my father a forgetful squirrel who buried me for safe keeping. As a sapling I grew tall, protected by our grand forest that was younger only than the dirt in which we planted our roots. The first time I saw a human I was but ten years old, my trunk still slim enough to snap, and I wish I never had.

She was so interesting, was the thing. All trees have spirits, dryads as humans once named us, but we are still trees at heart. I loved my forest dearly but it was ancient and I was young. Trees live so much more slowly than the world around them, but when we are young it is almost like we do not. I was the only sapling in my stand and the others were so old they were scarcely able to rouse themselves to speak. By my fifth year I had already taken the form of a passing deer and it allowed me some freedom from my bark but still I ached for companionship. If I had never met her I have little doubt I would have grown past the phase as all trees do, forgotten my youthful exuberance with the turn of the season, but I met her and it changed me.

She was young—ten just like I was—exploring the woods around the home she had recently moved to with her mother and father. I know now that I did not live so very far from people even then but no trail passed close to the stand where I grew and so she was the first I saw. I think she saw me for a kindred spirit back then, something young surrounded only by the fully grown, because she talked directly to my branches and leaves.

You look lonely here, she said to me. Only adults all around. Well don't you worry, we'll be best of friends, not like there's anybody else here to talk with.

And she did talk, rattled on about how terrible moving was, how she missed her friends, how there were hardly any other children around and how the ones that were had made fun of her freckles already. I listened to every word and when at least she left for home I mourned her company and how unlikely it was she would come to see me again.

She came back though. Again and again for weeks and then months she returned to share her joys and sorrows. But she grew quieter and quieter over time, had less and less to share, and I began to fear she was wilting, fading like some trees did because they'd let loose their new leaves too soon and had had them taken by a late frost. Somehow, in all those weeks and months, that human girl had become my friend, my only, my dearest, and I resolved to be a friend to her as she was to me.

Deer are simple creatures and their tongues not shaped for the language of man. I needed a new body to speak with my friend and so I set about making one. It was difficult. Unlike the deer whose form I had mimicked directly I did not want to steal my friend's face and so I was forced to work from memory and imagination. It was a hard form to hold and required much practice to become comfortable in, my tongue felt thicker than it should and balancing on two legs was much more difficult than balancing on four or a lattice of roots.

I did it though. Because she was my friend and I feared she would be lost to me if I didn't tell her.


2.

The first time she saw my new body she screamed.

It was not the most outstanding of first meetings—it wasn't actually first meeting to begin with and she only stopped screaming when she ran out of breath before promptly collapsing on her bottom in the dirt.

Who are you? She croaked, throat raspy.

I looked towards my sapling. I'm your friend.

She didn't seem to know what to make of that and stared at nothing for several long moments. I wasn't worried, I knew she wouldn't take nearly as long as my other companions to come out of her thoughts.

You're a tree. It wasn't a question but I nodded. And all this time you've been…listening to me.

I nodded again.

Alright then. And as if that decided it, and I suppose it did, she rocked herself back onto her feet and swatted at the dirt on her clothes. Since we're friends then we should know one another's names.

I did not know what a name was, let alone if I had one and told her as much.

She pursed her lips. A name is what people call you, it's how you know people are talking to and about you and how you talk to and about others, everyone has one, even cats and dogs and birds.

I shifted, unsure. And you have a name?

Well yes of course, it's Edith, her voice was bubbly with laughter and I looked away, eyebrows furrowed against my will. She must have noticed because her next words were spoken in a much more sober voice. It's alright if you don't have a name, that just means we'll have to pick one! How does Lavender sound?

I was fairly certain she was joking again and said sharply, I am not Lavender, Lavender is an flower and I am a tree.

This time she giggled. That doesn't matter, it's just a name. I said that everyone uses names, not that they were true.

Alright then, I can be Lavender.

Full Synopsis//

When Lavender is a sapling, she meets a young girl by the name of Edith, bonding with her over mutual loneliness. Lavender and Edith remain best friends until Edith begins to grow up. Lavender is able to mimic her change in form but for a tree, a decade passed is barely the blink of an eye and Edith begins to drift away. Spending time away from Edith, Lavender discovers just how much her friendship with the girl has changed her to the point she can barely communicate with the forest around her.

Painfully lonely the years while away until developers come to level Lavender's forest to make way for a megamall. Though she does her best to defend her family they are ultimately unable to protect themselves and while lumberjacks suffer increasingly more damaging 'accidents' attempting to chop down Lavender's tree, her family fall one by one around her. At last she alone stands and and one of the project's supervisors is brought in, an up and coming Edith wearing a bright orange hard hat. They go over the project and the crew clears out leaving Edith alone with Lavender. Edith begs with her one-time friend for forgiveness, claiming she hadn't realized where the mall was going up and Lavender rejects her, knowing by the way she spoke that she did not mourn for the leveling of the forest but only regretted nearly harming Lavender.

The mall eventually goes up, worked around Lavender's stubborn roots and branches, and comes down again within a decade. Global tensions reach a boiling point just as technological advances reach a tipping point and dive straight over the edge. Capitalism runs amok, with it pollution, and supercities are erected to house the mass exodus from sinking nations and poisoned land. Lavender nearly loses her life in the initial barrage but once again holds on until proven more trouble than she's worth and around her rise buildings so high they block out the sun. Things calm, not content by a long shot but chaos exhausted and humanity moves forward.

At last no longer under siege Lavender plots her move against humanity, fighting to restore a new, more aggressive nature.

More to come...




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