Ro3
(Ramblings of organic origin)
Hello to the only person that reads this! (me, it's me!!) It's been a while, but that's ok. This website gets out of date every few months and it's just a lot to work on all the time. It can be overwhelming. I graduated high school and went to college in the time that I've abandoned this place, which is a little sad! Organics has not taken a break in my mind, its all still rattlin around up in this empty brain of mine, but I just haven't updated this place at all. But I'd like to. Perhaps I can keep some rants going on.
I actually don't really know why I called this place ROOG. Rambling Of Organic Origin.... it's better off being ROOO. Which is a little silly... I may change it to ROOO. Just for fun. OR or or, hear me out. RO3. I think that's it, now. RO3. Incredible. Anyway, I've been in a kick with the comforts of Orgono in their dwellings. As it comes with a society and world that never had (and never will have) an industrial revolution, the houses are sturdy and well made, relying heavily on the local climate and materials around. They're colorful and warm, little trinkets and photos are all over the walls. Most of them have one or two common rooms, with rooms and hallways branching from it. In the common room is usually what we would consider a kitchen, however for them it's simply where the food is kept and prepared, and is usually apart of a living room (or something that is living room adjacent). I think they're fond of those 1970's conversation pits, but the pits are filled with blankets and pillows and comfortable items. After meal times, they'll pile into the pit and nap. All on top of each other, snoring the afternoon away. Food is a tricky subject for Orgono, and it depends heavily on the system that one lives with. Being as animal as they are, they are fond of snatching up their food and eating alone. And being as full as love as they are, they are also fond of the boding that comes with eating together. It's either a time of distrust and fear, or one of deep connection. Usually the latter, as most systems are very close. Just thinking about them on the bank of a river in the sun, those deep throat rumbles and the chuffs they make. The gentle lapping of the water. Someone emerges with a jackaray and a maw full of fresh eggs and they eat their fill on the animals (seeing that they're invasive, jackaray and their spawn make a wonderful treat). High tide nights with pyian and binheirt and pups running around, getting into trouble. Gambling, pouring creoup into a sack and playing as many games as they can before all the coin falls out. The neighbors showing up, the pups joining into a swarm. It's great, I think about them a lot. It's a peace that I can't really articulate. A Kzakan town in the early morning, and a system bursts into a tom home, pup in arms. Master embroiderers flood over to the guests, the apprentices staring from their stations in anticipation. A new pup! A new pup with plenty of fat and sharp teeth, held by the scruff of it's neck with pride. New gyrofillium still soft and pale, fins and feet flapping around and big, black eyes staring. It wants to eat and bite and explore, only but a few hours old. It has not yet known society or understood the idea of restraint, every animalistic desire is alive in those eyes. It will learn, one day, what it means to control themselves. But today is not that day, it is a monster for a few tides more. And the masters and the apprentices envied it, the pure raw power and energy in those new jaws. What a beast, what a foreign creature! It sinks its teeth deep into the arm of the master who had taken it. The taste of blood is new and fresh and wonderful. And the master lets it hold on for a while, letting the beast learn what violence brings to the gizzard. And when it releases, they restrain it in an old scrap of fabric. The system had brought their own tom cloaks, and the masters begin their work on the item for the new pup. It's wonderful. I love them. I have a thing for what I like to call The Animal Man. I don't know. Something about how we're mammals, still. It's great, that's all I really want Organics to be. That is all for now. Here is to hoping that I am able to keep this up to date with at least a few proper ramblings here and there.
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