<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/aa/Stonefox.jpg)</div><strong>Cor [He/Him/His]</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16021367#msg16021367)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>Year 2, Time of Thaw</em><br/><strong>Tags:</strong><em>Spirit of Blossoms, OPEN</em><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><em>Past &amp; Future</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bubble left with the Rainbow Spirit, and they were never forgotten. A spirit could leave this mighty island and go elsewhere. Cor contemplated on this for some time, up to the day things resembled as they once were, with new particular changes. This was the cycle of the seasons, and running all over the terraced hills under suns and moons, Cor understood better what was longevity. The stone fox would stay, only visible to the animals, plants, and spirits. There were still much work to do. Cor visited the Colorful Grove and the Spirit of Blossoms often, as a friend and guest, never to encourage her in making decisions. He would have learned what wisdom and knowledge he could from her, knowing that her time could as well expire as it did for the Wise Old Elephant. Cor glanced around for the Reaper and sometimes found them. While on his terraced hills, the Reaper claimed the animals and plants that had died of natural causes, and so avoided all human violence.<br/><br/>If there were more mysteries to the island, Cor would have intended to discover them. He would have met with his peers, the other happy spirits, and discussed. With the newer happy spirits, he would have welcomed them and be inspired by them and their simple joys. But nothing was everlasting. More mortals came, and some moved into his territory, setting up camps around and upon his terraced hills. They would soon realize the laws of his lands, what they could or could not do. They learned that these fruits or petals could not be plucked by their very fingers, and they learned that these skins or eyes could not be punctured. Cor built and chiseled epic sculptures of the Spirit of Blossoms and the Wise Old Elephant for even the mortals to see. Most god-fearing folk would flee, branding his lands accursed. But some who came to love the animals and plants saw beauty and blessing otherwise and learned to stay and to abide. The animals and the plants were treated like mountains - something unbreakable and unusable.<br/><br/>Cor sprouted eight more tails and wondered one day,<strong>"Could I make another island precisely like this one?"</strong><br/><br/>