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Post: 15803085_1 created on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 01:35:46 +0000
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Welcome, be it friend or foe, to the home of Agrimi and Wild Olive.

This is a private residence, and as such it is asked that you do not tread inside without the owner's permission. Please don't ask if you can buy Wild Olive, as she is not for sale- slavery is not permitted.
If you'd like to explore the rest of where you've stumbled to, then please backtrack your trail and head on over to Cantumwood, Forest across the sea, and King of nations.

And now, continue watching to experience the little and big adventures of Olive and Agrimi.

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Wild Olive (somewhat hybrid; real heritage unknown)

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July 19th, 2006

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Mother olive is definitely an old tree- looks old, smells old, and feels old- and in that, is also strong and sturdy. This tree has beared fruit for many an age, and been home to many a creature.
Olive's mother tree actually does not live in Cantumwood, but resides off in the mountains- far among the stubbly rocks and shrouded foilage. It is not a snowy nor particularly cold place the tree has chosen, and it is only a mile or so from the Great River.

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Post: 15803085_2 created on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:48:32 +0000
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Here goes T.O.C., maybe Rules.

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Post: 15803085_3 created on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:49:44 +0000
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Here goes the timeline of events. (IC and OOC)

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Post: 15803085_4 created on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:51:13 +0000
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This is ALL ABOUT OLIVE--as a branch, a nymph, et cetera.

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Post: 15803085_5 created on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 06:00:58 +0000
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Here goes all about le olive tree.

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Post: 15803085_6 created on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 09:13:21 +0000
Posted: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 09:13:21 +0000

Agrimi, just in case you didn't know.

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Branch: Coconut Palm
Gender: Female
Guardian Animal: Agrimi, a light brown colored subspecies of goat, is distinguished by his darker bands of color around his neck and darker markings scattered about his body. His most notable physical feature is most likely his sweeping horns, which arc back gracefully from his head. There are many pictures of Agrimi to be found.

Agrimi is very shy around other animals, preferring to spend time by himself waxing philosophic about life, the universe, and everything. He mostly keeps to himself in social situations--until someone brings up his horns! Agrimi is very proud of his large horns, and can be very boastful of them. In fact, Agrimi is neither violent, nor powerful, nor even a very aggressive creature, but when he thzinks of his horns, these feelings tend to well up inside him. When the subject of his horns is brought up in any way, Agrimi suddenly becomes a stoic hero in his own eyes.

The reason for Agrimi's shyness is most likely due to his being different from most of the forest animals, a difference Agrimi can see and feel. He is not from the forest or the surrounding fields, as most are, but instead comes from an area just short of the Snow Lands, up a little ways into the mountains. Agrimi's strong legs and hooves are well-suited to his original rocky environment and all the climbing to be done there, but he enjoys the soft fertility of the green fields (and the grassy meals to be had there) as often as he dares venture down.

Agrimi is very aware of his differences from the forest animals, and has been since his growing up with his mother and father, both strong and proud animals who also happened to be very aggressive. The least mention of their 'not belonging' in any place (since, indeed, Cantumwood had only a very small area suited to their natural habitat), and Agrimi's parents would attack (either physically or verbally) the offender. The witnessing of this violence has paradoxically turned Agrimi into a very non-violent animal, but there are times when he is provoked to such an extent that he will lash out with a verbose lecture.

Agrimi is know by the name Agrimi, and also by his nickname Kri-Kri, though it is seldom used.

Prompt:So, your animal has been told to go gets something strange that just washed up on the beach. A branch and it's coconut, in fact, to bring back to Cantumwood.

Yet when you arrive, there are animals swarming the branch. What does your animal do to retrieve it, and keep it safe?

Lying comfortably on his rock in the mountains, just outside of a cave he enjoyed very much, Agrimi was somewhere in between an ENORMOUS PHILOSOPHICAL BREAKTHROUGH and sleep. To the casual observer, it would look like Agrimi was much closer to sleep.

Just as his eyes drifted closed, Agrimi's peaceful nap-to-be was interrupted by a pecking on his head.

Ow! What is the meaning of this? he demanded of the tufted bird knocking on his skull. Why did you disturb me? And who are you, anyway?

The bird gave a cheeky grin in response, and only the words The Great Spirit would like to see you, were uttered before the bird fluttered off, with one last peck on Kri-Kri's head...to make sure he was awake, of course.

At the mention of the Great Spirit, Agrimi shook himself awake and started his short journey into Cantumwood from his place in the mountains. One just didn't refuse anything of the Great Spirit. After all, the Spirit was responsible for...well, everything. Life. The entire Universe that was Cantumwood and surrounding lands. It was responsible for the tasty dinner that Agrimi would surely enjoy while he just happened to be in Cantumwood that evening.

Agrimi managed to find the tree where the Great Spirit was usually found with not much trouble, and approached the tree with only a slight amount of trepidation. In a voice Agrimi hoped didn't sound too stupid or irreverent, the goat spoke to the tree. Great Spirit? He wondered aloud. You called for me, si--ma'a---Great One? Satisfied that his first two sentences could hardly have offended the being supposedly in front of him, he waited for an answer.

He didn't have to wait long. Hello, Horned One, came a cheerful and calming voice from the air about Agrimi. I see you are keeping in top shape, and taking impeccable care of those horns you are so proud of, it continued. Kri-Kri blushed at the compliment, and managed only a nod of acknowledgment. Now, the Great Spirit's tone a bit more serious, he spoke again to Agrimi.

Agrimi, the voice said, I have an important task for you to fulfill. A strange branch and accompanying fruit have washed up on the shores of Cantumwood. I need you to retrieve these for me, and bring them back here as quickly as possible.

Here Agrimi balked. But Great Spirit, he asked, trying his best not to sound disrespectful, Why me? Why do you want me to do this?

The Spirit responded coaxingly.Because, Agrimi, you are the only one strong enough whom I would entrust with such an important mission. Sensing still more hesitance from the goat, the Great Spirit poured on the compliments. Besides, Kri-Kri, who else besides yourself has such powerful horns to protect the branch should anyone attempt to harm it? It has such a strange appearance, brown and fuzzy with a leafy green, yet spiky, branch. You are surely the only animal in these surrounding lands with the intelligence to protect, but not endanger the branch. Of course, someone else could be found to retrieve the plant, but I am afraid of what the consequences would be... here the Great Spirit trailed off, Agrimi's barrel chest now swelling with pride at the words.

Oh, no Great Spirit, I wouldn't want you to risk the safety of this important branch! Kri-Kri said. Please, let me retrieve the branch for you. I will retrieve it quickly and protect it from any harm. I will get the branch back to you safely, like no other animal can! Without even waiting for an answer, Agrimi sprinted away from the tree in search of the coconut and its branch. It seemed the Great Spirit had once again been able to convince one of Its creatures to do the necessary bidding.
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Eventually, Agrimi came upon the shores of Cantumwood, where he presumed the strange branch and its fruit would be lying. He had also assumed that he would be able to simply pick up the branch and fruit, cart it to the Great Spirit, enjoy a light grass dinner in Cantumwood, and then return home to 'his cave' for the night, and carry on with his sagacious thoughts.

Well, you know what happens when you assume. You're usually wrong.

And Agrimi's case was no different. He did see the strange, fuzzy fruit on the beach, and lying not far away, the spiky, leafy, green branch. So he had managed to find the item he was questing for. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on a myriad of animals--Fox, Ocelot, Raccoon and his friend Badger, several Robins and a Bluebird or two, not to mention all the Insects--surrounding the branch, making his capture and escape with the fruit very difficult.

Agrimi stopped short of the crowd and thought quickly, something he prided himself on being able to do. He ran through several possible scenarios, trying to find the best way to get the branch back to the Great Spirit safely. I could try and talk them away from the branch... he pondered, then envisioned the verbal standoff that would result. Shaking the thought from his mind, he imagined again, Well, what if I told someone why I needed it, and they helped me? He shuddered inwardly at the thought of the state of the fruit if another animal helped him. After all, the Great Spirit said that I would be the only one to correctly handle the branch... He remembered, too, what the Great Spirit had said about his powerful horns, and it was then that the light clicked on in his head. My horns! he said gleefully to himself. I can use them to scare away everyone else, and grab the fruit and branch quickly before I run off! Satisfied with his plan, he mentally prepped himself for the charge of a lifetime.

1... he counted in his head, eyes shut tight. 2.... He lowered his head, horns at the ready.3! he said, this time out loud, and charged forward on strong legs and softly-clopping hooves. He let out a loud growl, a sort of yell, and a very strange sound to be sure. He passed quickly by the fruit and branch, scooping them up in his horns so that they slid down his back and rested comfortably on his shoulders, his feet kicking up a slight dust and meeting no resistance from the surrounding animals before....

SPLASH!

Kri-Kri opened his eyes, finally, to find himself sitting in very shallow water just barely off the shores of Cantumwood, the branch and fruit perched precariously on his shoulders, and his short beard dripping with sweet-smelling water. He took in his surroundings, surprised as to how he had ended up in the water, and noticed--

All the animals were gone. Badger and Raccoon, Fox and Ocelot, the dozens of Birds and Insects...all gone. Nowhere nearby, nowhere to be found. They had lost interest in the fuzzy fruit, and had gone to their respective homes, friends, and families to enjoy the rest of the cool evening.

Agrimi had met no resistance in his courageous charge because there had been no resistance left! He couldn't help but laugh at himself, then frown as he realized it would take a while for his light fur to dry completely. He staggered up from the shallow water and headed back to the Great Spirit to give over the ward he had gone through so much trouble to procure. His last thoughts as he neared the Tree were only of drying off, and of the delicious green meal that awaited him a few yards away.

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Post: 15803085_7 created on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 05:25:43 +0000
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Goings on in Cantumwood with the other nymphs.

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Post: 15803085_8 created on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 05:26:46 +0000
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Where Olive and Agrimi are currently making their home, and maybe how caretaking of the forest is going.

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Post: 15803085_9 created on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 05:27:33 +0000
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Pictures of Olive as a branch, Nymph, whatev xd

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Post: 15803085_10 created on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 05:28:29 +0000
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.The Task.
Agrimi is chosen to retrieve the branch

Agrimi sat, like he usually did, comfortably spread out on the flat rock he considered 'his', near his favorite cave in the mountains. He was enjoying yet another beautiful day, full of sunshine, and taking the opportunity to relax and let his mind wander over all the philosophical ramblings echoing in his head.

His thoughts drifted further and further as the day wore on, the Sun's comforting warmth assisting his nap that would undoubtedly beset him in the next few minutes. His slightly sensitive nose picked up on the scent of smoke of some kind, but he thought nothing of it as he continued his sagacious internal monologue on the mysteries of rocks.

Obviously, if there were no rocks in existence, his mind argued (...with himself) I would have no wonderful place to settle and enjoy the sun. And without rocks, where could I file the dust off my (here he preened for a moment, making himself attractive for an invisible audience) Wonderful, gleaming, powerful and aesthetic horns, as I so often do?

He paused, considering the argument he presented himself. But Agrimi, he responded there are so many other objects that could be used for those purposes! What exactly is the -practical- purpose of rocks, why did they come about? They're not particularly attention-grabbing or useful, anyway...

The Great Spirit had probably gone 'round the mountains twice since he had arrived, looking for any creature brave enough to rescue and bring back a certain branch to Cantumwood.

For, you see, there was a fire. But it was a small one, only spreading on a flat, dry plain a little ways in the mountain region. It wouldn't actually go anywhere other than a few meters... but that was beside the point.
There lie a great olive tree, old and gnarled and twisted in it's bane, lying helpless at the center. It was of mixed class, but bore olives as big and black as any olive tree possibly could.

The Griffin's heart was sent astray from his mind as they both searched, nook after cranny, hunting for someone suitable. And it wasn't long until they both came upon a certain goat debating among himself.

The Great Spirit paused, listening to what Agrimi was thinking (for he could do that from time to time, if it was loud enough) and instantly knew.
The one that needed the most care, he supposed, was this fellow.

"Pardon my intrusion, friend..." he spoke in that muted bravado, whirring with leaves and (as usual) forming behind the goat with little else telling he was there.

Still arguing amongst himself the merits and worthiness of...rocks, Agrimi was quite startled when he heard a voice from behind him. He fought his instincts--the first being to run and hide, the second to turn around and butt the intruder with his (glorious) horns--and had nearly succeeded in squashing his third impulse before it fought through, and won.

"And just who are you?!" demanded the wise old (young) goat of what seemed to be a swirling pile of leaves behind him. "You happen to be disrupting a very important discussion on the value of sediments, all so that you can--" here he paused, his eyes fluttering a bit as he searched for some sort of witty observation to throw at the newcomer. "So that you can come in here, all swirling and dusty? No thank you, I don't care to hear your opinion."

He bowed his head curtly at the stranger (whom he STILL didn't recognize) and pawed at the ground awkwardly in an attempt to make the guest feel uncomfortable so that maybe-just maybe-he...she..it... would get the hint and leave.

For a moment, the Great Spirit faltered in what he was going to say. Agrimi's reaction had caught him completely off-guard, but in retrospect, he supposed that it was for the best. The Griffin had forgotten that not alot of his children actually knew him. He couldn't just go prancing around and expect people to bow on his whims, when they had little clue of who he was.

... He needed to get out more often.

"... Agrimi, is it?" spoke the Griffin, deciding to ignore the goat's body language, "Come now, must you be so cold to a fellow friend?"

His tone was amused, and his expression thoroughly followed suit. Not quite so charming as the last one, but still very quirky. The Great Spirit gave himself a mental pat on the back. Honestly, he managed to find some of the oddest individuals this side of The World...

Agrimi stopped hoofing the ground, his new visitor obviously not going anywhere. "Yes, my name is Agrimi..." he conceded, his head coccked a bit with confusion. How did this being know him? And who was h--sh---this non-person thing to assume that they were friends?

He resolved his stance, visibly straightening and making himself taller in an attempt to appear confident and knowing. "Who are you?" he asked, trying his best not to bely the utter confusion he felt around this creature. "You still haven't mentioned how you know me,", he pointed out. "And I have no idea how to address you, friend." There was tangible distaste in his voice as he threw in the snide remark.

Oho! That's how he wanted to be, did he? The Great Spirit relented, his expression clearly not amused anymore. What a cold chap! But, he supposed, that could be addressed if he'd just take on what the future held for him...

"I am the lord of the wood," his words were forceful, "but as it seems that you do not like addressing me as a fellow equal..."

The Griffin stood then, and mirrored Agrimi's resolved poise. The light in his eyes dimmed, growing cold- resolute. Things were no longer seen in airs of grey or dim suffice.

"I have known you since before you were born," continued the Great Spirit, wings fluttering slightly in the breeze, "As have other beings that we do not speak of here. And it can be said that you have not changed since then- in fact, you have not changed ever."

Words dripping with annoyance, he added on with a thump of his tail, "Digression clearly aside, I have a task for you, Agrimi. A dangerous job."

Agrimi shrunk in response to the Great Spirit's sudden power, the goat now very apologetic (though he tried not to let it all show). He cast his eyes downward, his usual placative personality coming out in full force.

"I'm so sorry, Sir--er...Ma'am...um..." he could feel the blush rising in his face as he stammered, attempting to rectify the situation. "What exactly do you like to be called, anyway?"

The goat offered a short bow as a sign of respect, deferring to the great being. "You'll understand, of course, that things in these mountains are peaceful normally, and that the disruption of that peace by an unknown presence made me defensive?" He had hope in his voice, hope that the Great Spirit did indeed understand, and that (eep!) the being would not deem his insolence to be worth any harm.

"And I would be honored to take the task for you, Great Spirit, especially as apology for my offensive actions. But why me? I am not particularly strong, nor a very good fighter. I'm not sure that I could perform the task to your liking." Agrimi had settled into his stride now, satisfied that his apologetic nature had assuaged the near-hostile situation.

The Great Spirit paused, lending an ear to Agrimi's apologies. And as quickly as the coldness of him had come, even quicker it had just gone, fleeting away with the past.

He apologized after all. So forgive and forget, the Griffin supposed, and we'll all be on our merry way!

"You can just call me a friend," he replied in kind, his voice softened and (seemingly) humble, "As I would like to call you."

He returned Agrimi's bow respectfully, and continued, "But you are quite strong and superior for the task at hand, one- if not the best- animal in these mountains. Which is why I have come to you, for you see, there is an olive tree a little ways down in the plain, which is currently being eaten by fire. I need you to retrieve a branch and a fruit from it for me, and keep it safe until I call upon you once again."

Idly the Great Spirit looked at the situation at hand, and inwardly laughed. What was he even doing, telling a goat such things? Well, only his mind knew where it was really taking him, now...

Agrimi sighed inwardly, relieved that the Great Spirit seemed to have forgiven his earlier transgressions. "Well then, friend I will call you!" The goat smiled, a small chuckle escaping him at the turnaround--just a minute ago, the word 'friend' had been said with much malice.

"I respect your opinion, friend, and am glad that you think me one of the best in the mountains." His chest puffed a tiny bit, barely visible, with the compliment. "It is true that my hooves are well suited to navigate the cliffs, but how will I fare in a fire?"

His nerves about the blazing situation would be clearly visible to anyone who happened to see the conversation, but the goat was also eager to please. "However, I will be pleased to do your bidding. If you truly think that I will be the one to accomplish this, then off I go!" He smiled at his new 'friend', marveling a bit that he was entrusted with a task from the Great Spirit. With a nod of his head, he stretched quickly, and leapt on his powerful, stout legs down the cliffs to the smoking plains below.

The Great Spirit laughed as Agrimi recieved his compliments with pride, and he watched with amusement as the goat took his duty strong and fast. It was only a moment- and off his child was, down the mountains, to do his task.

The Griffin heaved a sigh as he watched Agrimi shrink into the distance, before muttering aloud, "If the fire bites at your hooves too sharply, then perhaps you should use your head..."

He chuckled at his own statement. Boy, he himself was no less queer or quirky than any of his children. And for a little while, he understood where they all got it from.

"Ah, well. May the rest of your days be the ones that change your silly little heart, 'friend'..."

He was speaking to no one but himself, really, as he drifted out into nothing with the gentle whispering of leaves once more.

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