Part of it is colored, and part of it isn’t :) laziness but filled with love The Character —————— Original Name (Not lore-canon): Crying Petals Name: Oleander Pronouns: He/Him Likes: Trees.. at least he did. And he used to like other things too.. but there’s nothing, nothing anymore. Dislikes: Oh how he used to love everything, when he was young, innocent, and utterly foolish. But now… He was just neutral. Hated nothing, loved nothing. Lore: Oleander grew up happy, and with eyes. But one day, he stumbled upon the most beautiful tree he had ever seen. He stayed there for a while, and as he sat there, admiring everything around him in the forest, his eyes wide, a strange thing happened. The tree reached out his roots and seemed to swallow him whole, everything going dark. He woke up in a cave. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light yet. His eyes. His eyes, his eyes, his eyes, what happened to his eyes? They felt weird, so weird, but he couldn’t see them, didn’t know, wouldn’t know, /couldn’t/ know what was happening. His eyes finally adjusted and him found himself looking up, up, up. His paws were wet and his gaze fell to the ground beneath him. What happened, what happened, what happened? His eyes, they weren’t his eyes, they weren’t his eyes, they weren’t his eyes. They were flowers, flowers, why were they flowers? A voice behind him sounded. “Oh, you’ve noticed, have you?” Oleander turned. A blue cat, with wings, somehow had wings, and flower eyes, too, flower eyes like his, why like his? He shouldn’t have flower eyes, no, he shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be crying, or seeing, or living through flower eyes, how, how, how, did he have flower eyes? He started to cry, cry, cry, always cry, always cry. “We’re the prisoners.” The blue cat’s voice softened. “Why?” Why, why, why? “The tree didn’t like us.” And that was that, according to her, and she walked away, away, away. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It had been so long, such a long time, long, long, long, longer than Oleander could ever have known. And then the cave exploded, exploded, exploded, and he was thrown, thrown, thrown, out, out, out. And for the second time, everything went dark, dark, dark, as dark as dark could be. He woke up, up, up. Back in the Forest, Forest, Forest, found the tree, the tree, the tree. And he sat, forever, forever, forever. Guarding the tree, tree, tree. And then he died, died, died, and his spirit guarded the tree, evermore, evermore, evermore, always crying, crying crying. And legend spoke of the spirit guarding the Strangler Fig Tree, forevermore, forevermore, forevermore.
Design By @itz_LullabyLu-Lu Lore and Art by Me Song the Lyrics are From- Hey Doctor Doctor, By Milk In The Microwave
