Random Unscheduled Challenge: Write this Picture 3

In the land of Vatriu, there lies a flowing River of Souls that gives life to the planet. On each month in every year cycle different guilds among the Vatriu people will bring offerings to certain points of the River of Souls. These offerings represent their appreciation for the river and all of it's life giving power. They usually are a symbol of the guild and what it represents on the planet. In this day, the majestic Flower Trio who make up the leaders of the Flora Guild brings the most prized and magical of the flowers to the River of Souls at the point of the Stepping Stones of Birth--the place where all living things crawled out of the River of Souls. The Flower Trio consists of a canine-floras (dog-flower), a humanoflora(man-flower), and a humanaflora(woman-flower) these classifications are specific to citizens of the Flora guild and each of them have traits of the beautiful and exotic flowers that grow abundantly in Vatriu. Bringing flowers to the River of Souls signifies that as a guild they promote life and growth by allowing the most potent of magical flowers to be consumed back into the River of Souls.

It was a calm, gentle morning in the ancient ruins of Al'zuro, the crumbled dam from the north of the once-great city releasing mighty falls of water that continuously fed the flooded streets. The subtle sloshing of feet through the flooded streets disrupted the nigh perfect silence that typically veiled the great city.

"Yamo, what do you think it was like?

"What are you talking about? "

The gentle noises of legs plowing through water ceased.

"The city, of course. Back when it was populated by the Gali--"

The subtle pitter-patter of a small canine's padded feet interrupted the girl, followed by a rambunctious bork!

"Bork! Bork!"

"Yamo, look!"

The little girl rushed through the waters, sending waves across the calm surface of the water, soon flopping herself on the dog who borked.

"Would you look at that, I didn't think he'd be back so soon."

"I know~! Who's a good boy?!~ Is it you?~ Yes it is, you handsome devil, you~!"

"Bork!"

The boy gingerly made his way to the two, giving the dog a quick whistle that made him follow, and signalling the girl come along with his hand.

"Let's not stay here for long, Anika. You always hear the Elders tell stories of how the undead rise at night within Al'zuro."

"I always thought those were just tales to scare us!"

"I don't want to be here to test that."

And so the silence between them fell, the light patter of their feet the only noise between them. They would explore the various structures that filled the vast city of Al'zuro. But having fun always seemed to accelerate the perception of time, and for the three in the ruined city, that was exactly what happened. The crickets of the forest began to suddenly hum and chirp their nightly song, the trio soon finding themselves just noticing the crimson horizon that came bwfore total nightfall...

[Well this goes out of my comfort zone but I'll do my best~]

"Martin, wait for me~" The young lady told her partner. She gasped for air. Her heart beat against her lungs. Short amounts of oxygen mixed with her blood. She didn't gave up though; she was the strong type. They ran down the hallways. They were steep and narrow corridors of yellow stone. Stone soft to the touch yet harsh to the nose. A scent of sulfur and gas similar to a corpse in decomposition state was emanated. Luckily, it wasn't strong enough to bother the young couple. Antique glyph and runes were drawn over in shapes so alien and unknown, Martin and Erina both felt compelled and threatened at the same time by their sheer nature.

"Too slow Erina. Too slow!" Martin smirked. He tried not to laugh at Erina's almost pathetic physique. She really needed to go out more. He thought. The way was becoming too steep. "Allow me to aid you, my lady," he stopped on his tracks and held tight onto the cracks on the wall with one hand, and offered the other to Erina.

They reached The Flow. A river of peace and health, said to be were their ancestors used to go to heal their wounds. This was now an abandoned place, but The Flow shone with grace and power thanks to the undying rays of the sun. There they sat, next to the water, contemplating the life that slowly revealed itself to them. Small fishes of vibrant colors and cheerful personality approached not long after their arrival. They beheld the growth of seaweed in mere minutes, and before they realised they fell asleep next to each other.

The sun sank. Martin woke up to the final lights that shun on his eyelids. He felt something on his lap. Erina was to his right. He rolled his eyes to find a small canine laying over his knees. "Oh would you look at that," he said, a smile born on his lips.

"Erina, wake up, it's time to go," he bumped her a few times, petting the dog with his free hand.

Erina opened her eyes, at the rate the sundown took place. "Uh? Uh!" she noticed the time. "We have to lea- who's this little guy?"

"A good boy," Martin rasped behind the dog's ear, who seemed to enjoy it.

"Hehe. Nothing further for reality have you said. Now, I have finally found a new host."


[EDIT: Your GIFs continue to amaze me~]

On his way out of town, and passing through the fountains of the Goddess, Daven heard dainty footsteps behind him and sighed. Without turning to look, he knew in his bones that it was Ser Vorbish's daughter, an innocent-faced nymphet of 13, who had developed a fancy for him during his recent stay in the village. As if to confirm his thoughts, a dog barked excitedly.

The dog. Not much of a chaperon, thought Daven bitterly. This one's attention would get him strung up by his thumbs yet.
Wearily, he spun on his heel and confronted the beaming girl and her pet.

"Solandra," he murmured without enthusiasm. "What are you doing out here?"

The youngster's face fell slightly. It was obvious she expected a much warmer reception. Of course. She had been petted and praised all her young life, being the apple of her father's eye and sole heiress to his estate. Lively and pretty, untouched by plague or pox, she was the uncrowned princess of the village. Country girls wedded early. Already she was being courted by most of the lads in the village. And not a few older men.

She obviously couldn't imagine any male being uninterested in her naive prattle and ingenuous flirtatious mannerisms.

But not only was Daven's heart already taken, but unlike many men here, he was not interested in wooing and bedding one that was naught but a child. Her appearance belied her age and there was nothing seductive at all to him about her innocence.

What a mess!

He sunk down on the stone steps, kicked off his shoes and looked on grimly as Solandra danced and twirled in her thin expensive dress, splashing about in the water, occasionally stopping to pick flowers and throw them at him with a laughing admiring glance under long lashes -- basically making love to him the best she knew how. From prior experience, he knew that soon she would grow impatient of his non-response and try a more direct approach to secure his attention. He tried to paste a neutrally pleasant expression on his face and not to show his anger.

If anyone caught them here together, unchaperoned, he would be forced to marry her or pay a terrible price. Daven needed to escort her back to her home immediately and then take to his heels before questions were asked and fingers were pointed.

He felt a brief urge to just strangle her and be on his way.