Mr. Tree Nooooo
The forest is vibrant and full of life, above birds sing their mid-noon songs, below squirrels can be heard rummaging through the shrubbery. The thick forest canopy above greedily consumes the sun's rays, as the remaining rays of light brighten the dim forest below.
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The trees spread their roots as far as the eye can see, and moss spreads its warmth as it glimmers a soft orange color. Strange cluster's of glittering blue crystals rise from the forest floors, accompanied by odd mushrooms, and flowers alike.
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This is Celosia Forest, a natural border between the beast tribes of Felis and the second largest human kingdom, Lustiere. Multiple ancient roads spread throughout the dense forest, weathered by wear and tear from centuries of use and built by the early inhabitants of the Lustiere Kingdom.
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The below average mana density of the forest means that this forest is favored by merchants and new adventures alike. Normally these oft frequented trade routes would be traversed by travelers, merchants, adventures and others at all times of day, however rumors of missing adventures and the appearance of a strong [Magic Beast] have resulted in a temporary passage ban.
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The local baron, having taken even a simple rumor seriously, sent a request to the adventurer's guild asking for a talented party to be gathered to investigate the credibility of the rumors.
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The party approved for the investigation is rather a well known group, primarily due to their status as a party mainly consisting of beast-kin adventures, this party calls itself the Crimson Fang. Currently this group nears the Celosia forest, yet none of them could know that their arrival would be acknowledged by the sound, appearance, and abrupt disappearance of a large fissure in the sky, and a shooting star released from it's embrace. Nor could they ever know just how much that falling star would change their futures.
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If it was a normal day for the forest then the forest's inhabitants might have been out foraging or hunting, alas, the sudden and peculiar phenomenon in the sky had cowed the more timid creatures into hiding. The thundering boom could be heard throughout the whole forest, as a strange void like web opened in the sky, and released a glowing pink object, before disappearing in an instant without sound as if it was some kind of strange fever dream.
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While most inhabitants of the forest were running or hiding, a much braver pack of wolves had been out hunting, when they observed the peculiarity that fell from the sky. After momentary hesitation from the leader, they pursued the pink comet that emerged from the black fissure, nearing a small grove they slowed.
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Hidden in the shadows of the forest the wolves were greeted by the bizarre sight of a floating beast-human. The small childlike figure somehow seemed capable of floating, somehow slowing it's descent before slowly gliding over to a nearby bulging root to sit. The figure emitted a strangely calming aura that somehow invoked thoughts of a lost pup to the pack.
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The pack had entered a dazed state without noticing and had been standing stock still for far longer than a minute. The leader, a white furred wolf with a scar over it's left eye, had eventually managed to snap out of the state, taking the initiative to step back from the group before emitting a low growl and rousing the pack from its stupor.
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Despite the child's seemingly harmless nature, the wolves spread out among the trees with a odd sense of weariness, their fur strangely bristling when the beast-child talked to itself. The leader knew it had to be cautious of the figure regardless, they had been pushed from their territory by a powerful beast a week ago and had lost all their usual hunting grounds.
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Despite the apparent weaknesses of the target the leader knew better than to judge by looks, he had already made that mistake a mere day ago, when a weak looking beast-child passed through. The fight had ended with the deaths of almost half the pack, the child escaped albeit injured.
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The white wolf broke from the pack to investigate itself, slowly and cautiously sneaking closer, observing this new beast-child, the wolf realized it was small, perhaps a child of 10 years old. It had striking pastel pink hair and a pair of feline ears, as well as a bizarrely shaped tail. It wore a pink sweater with a heart on it, and a light blue skirt. A glimpse of its eyes highlighted it's strangely glittering gem-like eyes, they had no distinguishable iris, and were somehow reminiscent of the sea.
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*SNAP* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
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The wolf froze like a statue at the sudden cacophony of sound, though after quickly realizing it hadn't been attacked, slowly looked over, the child could be seen punching a nearby tree. The wolf observed the unnatural amount of damage the child seemed to be inflicting upon the tree, hesitating, the wolf finally decided to retreat and regroup. They would follow their prey and strike when it's guard was weakened, perhaps even sleeping. Quietly and quickly gathering the pack, the wolf shuddered at the odd feeling running down it's spine at hearing the screams and cries of the beast-child.
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The ear splitting screech of a small girl resounds through the forest.
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"AAAAHHHHHHHHH….. MY…. Chheeeattts….."
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Melly fell to her knees, biting her cheek, all the while sniffling, tears fall from her eyes, her hands tightened into fists, her figure exemplified the image of a child throwing a tantrum.
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Her eyes were empty as she stared blankly to the tree she had been punching, the devastation she caused to the tree in front of her had managed to create a hole a few inches deep.
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[Addy] expresses her condolences with a moment of silence
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An incredibly bright and innocent smile appears on Melly's face as she mutters, blushing all the while, no longer crying "y-you s-should worry about t-tree-kun n-not me, you, you, ah... AH, You TREE MURDERER. Yeah that... (*Ahem*) I-I m-mean it's not like I'll accept your apology... s-stupid system... o-only five year old's would accept an a-apology that s-stupid for something as big as cheats. (*Ahem*) B-but since I'm an adult everything is fine… (*cough*) Baka (*cough*)"
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The image of a young child sporting an pure smile as her tail frantically waves back and forth behind her somehow manages to contradict the inherent brattiness of her statement
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Melly jumps up in surprise with a gasp as the status screen glitches
"Addy are you alright! What's Wrong!"
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[Addy] Surrenders
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Reward(s) -
Mr. Tree's moment of silence is stolen
Mr. Tree becomes sad
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"Ehhhh... are you teasing Mr. Tree, Muuu... *pouts* you should be nicer you know, Tree-kun has had a life full of hard-ships you know, I don't think teasing him about his depression will help."
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*looks at Tree-kun with a serious expression*
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"Isn't that right Mr..... (*gasp*)"
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Suddenly a thought struck the almost infantile intelligence of Melly as a face of shock slowly overcame her.
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'I'm for some reason starting a conversation with a tree and expecting a response, isn't there something wrong with that? I was never this scatterbrained before, was I?'
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Surely there was a reason Melly was constantly losing track of her thoughts, perhaps it was due to changing race, a symptom of the human condition as it were.
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'I mean, I was a human but now I'm 'IMAGINATION' *A pleased smile adorns Melly's face*. But, WAIT A MINUTE THAT'S IT, holy chicken wings!'
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The answer was simple she was a race formed around her concept of imagination, mew fit this concept the best, after all mew was free, fun, mischievous, and above all imaginative, of course this means that Melly herself was free from the constraints of linear thought.
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'Hah who needs rational thought anyway... though... this leaves one question left... If I manage to converse with Mr. Tree, will I get a skill called 'Tree whisperer'... perhaps this requires testing'
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Suddenly voicing her ever pressing question to [Addy] "Hey Addy, If I get Mr. Tree to res..."
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*BBBBBBZZZZZTTTTT*
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Due to Administrator Interference the tutorial
[Listen, and Listen Well Child]
will be integrated into
||Kingdom Fable|| - [The Scarlet Fang]
Main Cast - ???, Mr. Tree*, Melly
*does not meet conditions to be protagonist - has been excluded from ||Kingdom Fable||
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*Pouting* "WHAT, what do you mean tree-kun can't be protagonist! Why the heckles do you even need to point it out!?'
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Melly slowly ponders, yeah? why can't Tree-kun be protaganist?
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"Muuuu... audible gasp, this is a lightbulb moment isn't it, *face of accusation", your trying to get me to abandon my conversation with the gentlemanly tree-kun."
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Thus began Melly's stare off with the system... the glare was intense, but the chipmunk cheeks lowered any and all effectiveness… this grand contest only lasted five more seconds before she needed to blink again.
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"Guuuhh... fine if you don't want me to befriend Mr. tree then I swear I 'will' befriend another floral creature eventually *Serious face* You made me promise this, just so you know, all because you wouldn't let me befriend Mr. tree-kun *Hmph*"