Protractor Anew [Rosewood Town Job A]
Nov 29, 2018 18:33:37 GMT
Post by Cion on Nov 29, 2018 18:33:37 GMT
Rosewood... it was incredible how this scion of hope had grown thanks to the contribution of uncountable souls fueled by the common aspiration to bring civilization, prosperity and peace to the digital world. The silver fennec remembered when she had first heard of this wonderful undertaking. Once a member and eventually officer of the organization that ceased to be called PROFIT; she had done everything in her power to support this project to assure its success. All the money and working hours she had put into it had finally payed off. No longer was this sanctuary a small village, but a full-fledged town.
A thousand cores lived in harmony together in this new place, freed from the vices of savage naturalism, willingly bound to the virtues of culture and unison. Cion was not so naive as to believe that this was the end of conflicts and discord, but it was an excellent start that paved the road to a future of inconceivable, practically infinite potential. Children and adults alike could now mature properly and become proper citizens instead of ferals that accidentally stumbled into a city and grew fond of it. The failures that plague Luminas, Terminus and Whitewater... there was a chance they would cease for good someday.
However, the restrained Arniomon was not a person that allowed such important things to happen without her supervision, guidance and devotion. As the leader of ASCENSION who sought to establish her own, unrivaled Utopia amidst a realm of suffering, chaos, confusion and egomania, she comprehended that this was merely the beginning of this venture. If the final destination was the raising of a mighty oak, then this hamlet was but a seedling that had revealed its first root and blossom. So much to do, and a seemingly unending amount of time at her disposal.
Except herself, she did not know anyone who did not wince at the idea of dedicating their whole existence for causes that were far greater than themselves. Especially the sentiment of an eternity of effort was dissuasive, but she no longer saw any alternative. If nobody was willing to bear the mantle of heraldry, then she gladly accepted the responsibility and sacrifices that came with this crucial role. It was a path that possessed no horizon; where every step was enshrouded in complete darkness. The results of her work were out of sight, but that did not prevent her to do what was necessary and right.
At this autumn day, another stride had to be made to stay true to her self-imposed calling with the esperance to inspire more people to follow her goodwill. With workaday life at Quantum's construction site automated at this point, Cion took her leisure to attend the council's requests instead of relaxing and savoring the pleasures of luxury and excesses. The initial task to get her back on track seemed simple enough, but as always there was no listlessness within the burning fires that maintained her unyielding fervor. If there was a way to help, regardless of its significance, she was glad to do so.
Transporting goods as if the tiny fox was a purveyor - unbecoming to a pioneer but hardly bothersome to her. She perceived these kinds of trivial tasks as a delightful distraction from the strenuous endeavors she often had to deal with lately. Besides, showing others that such unexceptional jobs and duties were fulfilling and essential was beneficial in her aureate eyes. Hence, albeit the shift she looked forward to was lenghty, she vowed to carry herself with grace and a winning smile. Even if it was somewhat sanctimonious, acting as a paragon of assiduity did likely contribute indirectly to Rosewood's flourishing tomorrow.
Utilizing her force of will to transport crates and bags with the might of her mind, the vulpine sentinel proudly trod the roads of this former parish to deliver her wares wherever they were needed. Although mostly keeping her childlike curiosity to herself, it was at times difficult for the passionate fennec to not ascertain what her supplies were. Unfortunately, it was usually nothing to be intrigued by. Building materials, board, means to entertain oneself, teachings aids, stationery and similar objects of minimal importance.
Thankfully, Cion was at least able to relish the radiance of the approaching winter solstice. A few weeks and this world would reveal its darkest state. The season of chill and winds was already present though. Dawn arrived increasingly late and dusk on the other hand showed itself quite early. It was strange to realize her shift began and ended in gloom, but she was not an individual who did not savor the tranquil serenity these circumstances provided.
The sensation of partially frozen leaves cracking beneath her paws, the mild breezes that caressed her furred frame, her warm breath she beheld with each exhale, and the dim lights that lit the streets and buildings of this location fortunately many named their home. She was alone in her covenant, a personal status quo that apparently never absolved her. Yet she did not perceive herself as forlorn for the dozens of simpers and words of gratitude that were expressed solely due to her presence and input filled her lonesome heart with vigor and vim.
Ultimately, as the radiant stars and agleam moon returned to embellish the night sky, her duty for today had been accomplished. An ordinary mission for equally as customary inhabitants... the Arniomon wished this was the reality of daily routine in this realm of existence, but she valiantly faced the fact that it was not. Sighing quietly, she walked whence she came to confirm her successful performance. Beyond that there was nothing else for her to achieve tonight.
Although usually denying herself recreation in her solemn promise to serve as a savior, she decided that there was no point to it anymore - if only for this evening. Enjoying what the local establishments had to offer, she in the end slept soundly in her rented hotel room; recognizing that this was another of millions of assignments she had to comply with to attain the realization of her hopes and dreams.
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A thousand cores lived in harmony together in this new place, freed from the vices of savage naturalism, willingly bound to the virtues of culture and unison. Cion was not so naive as to believe that this was the end of conflicts and discord, but it was an excellent start that paved the road to a future of inconceivable, practically infinite potential. Children and adults alike could now mature properly and become proper citizens instead of ferals that accidentally stumbled into a city and grew fond of it. The failures that plague Luminas, Terminus and Whitewater... there was a chance they would cease for good someday.
However, the restrained Arniomon was not a person that allowed such important things to happen without her supervision, guidance and devotion. As the leader of ASCENSION who sought to establish her own, unrivaled Utopia amidst a realm of suffering, chaos, confusion and egomania, she comprehended that this was merely the beginning of this venture. If the final destination was the raising of a mighty oak, then this hamlet was but a seedling that had revealed its first root and blossom. So much to do, and a seemingly unending amount of time at her disposal.
Except herself, she did not know anyone who did not wince at the idea of dedicating their whole existence for causes that were far greater than themselves. Especially the sentiment of an eternity of effort was dissuasive, but she no longer saw any alternative. If nobody was willing to bear the mantle of heraldry, then she gladly accepted the responsibility and sacrifices that came with this crucial role. It was a path that possessed no horizon; where every step was enshrouded in complete darkness. The results of her work were out of sight, but that did not prevent her to do what was necessary and right.
At this autumn day, another stride had to be made to stay true to her self-imposed calling with the esperance to inspire more people to follow her goodwill. With workaday life at Quantum's construction site automated at this point, Cion took her leisure to attend the council's requests instead of relaxing and savoring the pleasures of luxury and excesses. The initial task to get her back on track seemed simple enough, but as always there was no listlessness within the burning fires that maintained her unyielding fervor. If there was a way to help, regardless of its significance, she was glad to do so.
Transporting goods as if the tiny fox was a purveyor - unbecoming to a pioneer but hardly bothersome to her. She perceived these kinds of trivial tasks as a delightful distraction from the strenuous endeavors she often had to deal with lately. Besides, showing others that such unexceptional jobs and duties were fulfilling and essential was beneficial in her aureate eyes. Hence, albeit the shift she looked forward to was lenghty, she vowed to carry herself with grace and a winning smile. Even if it was somewhat sanctimonious, acting as a paragon of assiduity did likely contribute indirectly to Rosewood's flourishing tomorrow.
Utilizing her force of will to transport crates and bags with the might of her mind, the vulpine sentinel proudly trod the roads of this former parish to deliver her wares wherever they were needed. Although mostly keeping her childlike curiosity to herself, it was at times difficult for the passionate fennec to not ascertain what her supplies were. Unfortunately, it was usually nothing to be intrigued by. Building materials, board, means to entertain oneself, teachings aids, stationery and similar objects of minimal importance.
Thankfully, Cion was at least able to relish the radiance of the approaching winter solstice. A few weeks and this world would reveal its darkest state. The season of chill and winds was already present though. Dawn arrived increasingly late and dusk on the other hand showed itself quite early. It was strange to realize her shift began and ended in gloom, but she was not an individual who did not savor the tranquil serenity these circumstances provided.
The sensation of partially frozen leaves cracking beneath her paws, the mild breezes that caressed her furred frame, her warm breath she beheld with each exhale, and the dim lights that lit the streets and buildings of this location fortunately many named their home. She was alone in her covenant, a personal status quo that apparently never absolved her. Yet she did not perceive herself as forlorn for the dozens of simpers and words of gratitude that were expressed solely due to her presence and input filled her lonesome heart with vigor and vim.
Ultimately, as the radiant stars and agleam moon returned to embellish the night sky, her duty for today had been accomplished. An ordinary mission for equally as customary inhabitants... the Arniomon wished this was the reality of daily routine in this realm of existence, but she valiantly faced the fact that it was not. Sighing quietly, she walked whence she came to confirm her successful performance. Beyond that there was nothing else for her to achieve tonight.
Although usually denying herself recreation in her solemn promise to serve as a savior, she decided that there was no point to it anymore - if only for this evening. Enjoying what the local establishments had to offer, she in the end slept soundly in her rented hotel room; recognizing that this was another of millions of assignments she had to comply with to attain the realization of her hopes and dreams.
[Words: 1018]