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November 9th • The God of the fire affinity, Maui the Fox, has appeared on the border of Lake Saari! Because this is not in coven lands, anyone may join to greet him.

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[P] systematic destruction


Antares
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 5
Body large
Ancestry Native
Familiar

Posts 3
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© Azooka
#1



As the sun dipped over the horizon, obscured by the trees from the Giant's forest and casting mottled light over the meadow that touched the banks of the water surrounding the floating islands. Antares inhaled deeply, as the heat from the day began to dissipate into the coming of the evening. Fireflies lazily drifted out of the clumps of trees, bringing with them their own exotic form of light. 


This was a time in which the man felt most at peace. Survived another day, avoided another conflict, if that was what it took to remain safe from the Magika users. Antare's own branch of alchemy was a step to the left of what a true Magika user could do. It took profound practise and the use of worship and specially constructed Runes to achieve what he wanted. In his experimentation, he had found himself gaining unholy powers, ones he wished to rid himself of. The fascination behind his ability, meant he would often practice in secret out of sight of prying eyes, while scolding himself for such tainted usage of his power.


Gazing out towards the floating isles, he sighed to himself and looked to the faint emerging stars that were showing their faces out towards the East. A warm breeze made his fur prickle and he found himself itching to sing, something he hadn’t done since he had left the safety of his pack. The risk of luring others to his location was too high, and instead he just watched the sky in silence.

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Eileithyia
Earth has music for those who listen
Gender Female
Age 5
Body medium
Ancestry Native
Familiar • Atarah - Female - Hummingbird

Posts 36
Log Link

© Centience
#2
" Just around the riverbend "

It was dangerous at best to tread into founders grove, it was a place primarily forbidden by all elementals for it was the home of the horse affinity. Their domain, their place of practice & sacrifice. It was where all the bad things happened, where she too at one point long ago had been forced to do things she might never forgive herself for, revealing to them where her family had hidden away through a special gift. One she now, never revealed to anyone, for any reason. 

But here she was. 

Lost — unsure of how to get back across the river to the sanctity of the giants forest, even the marsh was better than here. She recalled how she'd gotten here in the first place. She crossed the river up near the narrow passage that separated the north from the central territories, using the rocks to safely dance over the running water. Then she'd...well she started down river, deeper and deeper into the sanctuary of trees until the rushing rapids were but a muffled background noise. The trees were now growing more sparse, not as packed together as the tall pines of the woods behind but she still couldn't find the river. Elle sighed, single moss painted audit drawing back unease lining the features of her face. Atarah was nestled atop her crown asleep and unaware of the pressing threat of their predicament and Elle couldn't bring herself to wake her familiar. The only thing she could do was press on but the sound of blackwater only got cast further and further out of reach.

Remains of the old rock structures looming on the horizon casting a deeper air of trepidation over her, in came in a gentle wave washing through every nerve to send sparks of fear to the edges of her body. And then her worries came to life, in the form of a simple man who was merely here it seemed to watch the sun settle over the distant horizon. But she immediately recognized him as a son of Eleutheria and her breath hitched in her throat bringing forth a small gasp which was enough to rouse Atarah as Elle stood there like a deer in headlights, frozen to the grass beneath her paws.

"What is it El?" came the soft chatter of the small birds voice. If only it could draw her back, perhaps even get her feet to move. "I...um..." she stammered, never letting her gaze leave the large male for fear of turning her back on the people who destroyed everything.


"Elle speaking" | "Atarah speaking"

Art by Hyssie. Table by Centience

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Antares
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 5
Body large
Ancestry Native
Familiar

Posts 3
Log Link

© Azooka
#3


Even as he sat on the bank, he found himself ildly drawing with his right paw, tracing rings and lines through the sand that would ildly glow as though about to ignite some heavenly force before returning to their original composition. Antares had experimented long and hard, for many years, in order to gain the skills he had. It was something that illicited great joy in himself to know that if he worked, he could simulate something close enough to Magika without being forbidden. Who needed a blessing from a God when you could create your own power within yourself.

Ears flicking behind him, he could sense someone was staring at him long before he needed to see them. Rising to his feet, Antares spun on his heels until he was staring down the faintly green woman in front of him. She too, bore a set of horns atop her head, however hers appeared to be wooden. It perplexed him, but he was more concerned over her obvious presence of a familiar. Warily, his eyes followed the hummingbird. It was something as a child he was raised to distrust, he had secretly longed to form a partnership such as that with another being. Maybe he just needed more friends to fill that void, though his jealousy for a permanent friend bonded by more than just words was enough to make him distrustful, and resentful of the Magika beings.

"Woman of the..." He paused as he didn't have the ability to sense the specific Magika aura of another creature. His connection with his own God was so diffferent to the others, that he struggled to see how it manifested to each one individually. "Either way. You're a Magika user, I can see that." Antares raised his head and huffed, but he was filled to the brim with curiosity. It had been a while since he had conversed with one... or anyone really. "What brings you to the Founders Grove?" There was warning behind his voice, though the curiosity easily slipped through his tough guy facade. This usually wasn't the place to find their kind.

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Eileithyia
Earth has music for those who listen
Gender Female
Age 5
Body medium
Ancestry Native
Familiar • Atarah - Female - Hummingbird

Posts 36
Log Link

© Centience
#4
" Just around the riverbend "

He rose, and she could almost feel herself begin to tremble as he rotated to turn and face her. He was larger than her although not by much, and it appeared to be his mass more than anything else. He was earthen in color, reminding her faintly of her own kin, but she knew better, it was written all over him that he was not a man ruled by an element. Upon his head he bore a set of horns quite different than her own or Dhara's, they curved wrapping around his face like a ram, she even noted the two sharp thorns which jutted from the bridge of his nose. And the marks which lined verdure eyes. Atarah had already lifted herself from her perch atop her wolfs head, stretching her wings to lift herself upon the air, wings beating quickly to create that familiar buzzing sound but she stayed close to Elle, and watched. 

"Woman of the..." 

She didn't answer immediately watching him from her safe distance at the treeline. Where she could still flee if need be, though she not sure that she could outrun him. "Either way. You're a Magika user, I can see that."  "...bear" it was almost natural to fill in his sentence, even as they fell from stiff uncertain vocals, deep jade ears fitting flush against the back of her head shifting carefully around her thick plume of fur that grew from her crown. The term he used was foreign to her, magika. A word that maybe was specific to the Mundane? She didn't know much about them, only of the pain they brought her and her family. They brought Dhara. Not him though...this was not a face which flashed through her head in the middle of the night. Regardless he was still one of them, still carried out their beliefs. 

"What brings you to the Founders Grove?" 

The air of warning in his deep vocals was hard to miss, even for one as naive as Elle was. She heard that before she ever heard the inquisitive nature of the man. His curiosity clouded by her own uncertainty, even fear. "Just...a wrong turn." she started, dropping her gaze to the earth at her paws briefly, nervously glancing back at him. "I crossed the river back a ways....all the trees they start to look the same." it wasn't entirely false, she was lost, but the trees, they were a network to her. Why she didn't use them to find her way out of here she didn't know. She could have, easily in fact. All natives knew where founders grove was, and to whom it belonged. But here she was, perhaps led by fate itself to crossing paths with the man before her. The words of Ozy rung through her thoughts, fate had led him to Nidria, maybe..hopefully this was some destined encounter too. 


"Elle speaking" | "Atarah speaking"

Art by Hyssie. Table by Centience

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