11-10-2021, 05:39 AM
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This thread can be used as a starting point for anyone who wants to notice a bunch of ants flying around.
Mood Music
Mood Music
The time had come for the princess of the old queen to find her place in the world. Together with an entourage of daughters, she had patiently waited for her turn to shine and rise to further the spread of the Great Mother's wisdom and fury. Though she did not know it, the young princess was one of thousands that had left the mound on their grand flights to adulthood. Shielded from the hard work of the day, she knew that it was time when the ground was moist and the air uncharacteristically warm on that late autumn afternoon.
She left on the wings her mother had given her — they were the valkyries of knowledge, and she would need to trust in her instincts to succeed in this great life of the unknown.
The young princess had been instructed to, at all costs, avoid mating with the princes that would inevitably disperse from the mound with her. She flew long into the day until she began to grow weary. Flying until she found her prince was a necessity. She could not stop.
The conditions being what they were, the warmth in the air sent thousands upon thousands of prospective ants just like her into the wind. Birds flew about in a great frenzy to try to capture them wherever they flew.
Fate decided for her the prince, who flew to her in grace and mated on the wing. The princess, known only as Goma, descended to the ground, abandoning her prince. Death would take him within the week if an animal did not grab him first — he was of no further value to her. The time was nigh to search for a suitable site for her mound. Never again would she fly. The Great Mother had pre-ordained this moment. To ascend into her Nirvana she must descend into the perfect place within the earth.
The land she had flown to was packed with predators, but so too was there food aplenty. As she crawled upon the soft mosses and crept toward a new haven, she was oblivious to the carnage still occurring above and around her. Preying mantids were out, and centipedes raced like murderous rivers over the array of fungal crops about.
Little did she know that her presence would one day also threaten the peace of her far, far larger neighbours.
She left on the wings her mother had given her — they were the valkyries of knowledge, and she would need to trust in her instincts to succeed in this great life of the unknown.
The young princess had been instructed to, at all costs, avoid mating with the princes that would inevitably disperse from the mound with her. She flew long into the day until she began to grow weary. Flying until she found her prince was a necessity. She could not stop.
The conditions being what they were, the warmth in the air sent thousands upon thousands of prospective ants just like her into the wind. Birds flew about in a great frenzy to try to capture them wherever they flew.
Fate decided for her the prince, who flew to her in grace and mated on the wing. The princess, known only as Goma, descended to the ground, abandoning her prince. Death would take him within the week if an animal did not grab him first — he was of no further value to her. The time was nigh to search for a suitable site for her mound. Never again would she fly. The Great Mother had pre-ordained this moment. To ascend into her Nirvana she must descend into the perfect place within the earth.
The land she had flown to was packed with predators, but so too was there food aplenty. As she crawled upon the soft mosses and crept toward a new haven, she was oblivious to the carnage still occurring above and around her. Preying mantids were out, and centipedes raced like murderous rivers over the array of fungal crops about.
Little did she know that her presence would one day also threaten the peace of her far, far larger neighbours.
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