Legends ofAmarna

Warning! The anathema is here.

The doctrine that poisoned the souls of many, that wrought blood against blood, life against life. Aspasia has not been the same, nor will it ever be. As history fades into legend, and legend into myth, so too are the whispers of peace that had once brought each of the races together in harmony. As such a time faded into history, so does the chaos grow - the resentment that breeds loathing - that brings about war.

With the world pitted against each other, each race, equines, canines, and felines taking sides, the question is, which side will you choose?


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played by Hermes
Vasta


Female
14
Timber Wolf
Homeless
Heterosexual

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#1

Magnolia




Home is where the heart is.


At least, that is she what has been told. But the young girl’s heart has been restless. Perhaps that is why she had wandered, why she had shirked her duties and escaped to explore. Or maybe it was because she was a coward at heart. Either way, her feet now find themselves pulling her towards a looming castle in the distance.


Word had reached her ears, even in the vast wilderness where she had roamed, that her brother Tiarsus has taken his seat as ruler of the wolves. This did not surprise Mags. Kate had been born to be a king. His entire upbringing revolved around one day taking the throne in their homeland.


A sad smile passes across the young one’s lips.


Her brother had not shrunk away, he had not run. Instead Kate had faced destiny, squared his shoulders and taken the responsibility of his people. Mags could not be prouder of her brother. She loves him and knows he is a great ruler.


Her mind is pulled to Vivendel. She hopes he is well, happy and keeping out of trouble. She loves him and hopes he knows she is proud of him too.


While Magnolia had been away she found that her wolf form was not her only form. With much experimenting she found that her elven body was still with her. That is how she appears now, an elven girl, her gown’s skirt tied up to avoid the dust that sticks to the hardpan earth. Exposed feet walk the well-worn pathway toward the looming towers.


Stomach twists and knots as thoughts of her homecoming spin and turn around in her head. Will she be welcomed? Will her brother hate her? Is Ava alright? Does the young girl despise her weakness?


Mags would not blame them if they loath the sight of her. Hell, she half hopes they do hate her for being a coward, lord knows she has spent enough hours looking into rivers and cursing herself.


Father would be so mad with her. His voice bounces around inside her skull, her imagined responses to him finding out he had raised a weakling.


Tears sting her eyes and threaten to run down her face. Pausing in her forward motion to swipe a hand angrily at her eyes, she allows herself a moment to gather some resemblance of serenity.


Calmed, for the moment, the teen continues forward.


The air is oppressive, hot and muggy. What little rain the spring had offered only seemed to make the land thirst for more. Dead grass and brown leaves, litter either side of the path.


The girl pays them no mind, instead turning her attention to the stronghold. It is almost upon her, the intimidating building, the potential reunion. It was now or never.


Feet pause momentary at the threshold, eyes roaming over to the guards on either side of the door. People flock into and out of the great edifice. Deep breath in and she pushes forward. Cool stone soothes her aching feet and the girl follows the flow of the crowd as they make their way deeper into the stone fortress.


People jostle and bump her; the air is thick with people talking and laughing. It is too much.


Breaking off, Mags find a lone corridor where the hustle and bustle dies down, allowing her a moments peace.


Just when she thinks that she can do this, that she can face anything, anxiety rips through her chest, doubling the girl over and stealing her breath. Heart pounds as tears drip down her face. She is alone, a chicken and weakling. Ragged sobs rip from her throat and she sends up a silent prayer to her father and whoever is listening, ‘Please, give me strength.’




I walk. "I talk". I think.
Words: 631 | Tags:  | OOC: Mags is back! <3 
"Not all who wander are lost."

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played by TrinitySilph
Vasta


Male
22
Timber Wolf
Homeless
Bisexual

#2

Vivendel



Vivendel
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The world was stifling.  Absolutely gods-damned stifling.  This damned heat had done nothing but increase, all through the winter and into spring, and the young prince wanted nothing more than to jump into the nearest pond.  Shame most of the decent ponds had dried themselves shallow – jumping into hot mud wouldn't have quite the same effect, he assumed.  His only reprieve had been discovering that none of them were locked into their canine forms and what he had thought to be a half-hearted curse turned out to be no more than the natural magic of this new land.

Today, as the heat bore down, drying every scrap of blessed rain from Aspasia, Vivendel lay draped over a chaise lounge in his chambers, stripped to the waist and praying for even the slightest breeze to disturb the oppressive stillness of the air.  
”Now this... this is a decent curse,” he muttered.  ”And when I find the wizard who did it... he's fucking dead.”

Finally it became sparklingly clear that there was no way in any number of hells that Vivendel would be able to stay in that room a moment longer.  He lifted himself from his miserable bed, splashed some water on his face, dressed as well as the heat would allow, and made his way down into the inner courtyard.  
It was just as stifling, but gods... did those fountains ever look appealing.

With a huff and a sigh, he moved through the palace gates and out into the main courtyard, where people scurried this way and that, and at least the air had some damn motion.  So many people moved around here, in humanoid forms and canine, and in equine and feline, too, that few noticed a well-dressed young noble melting through the crowd.  Those that did didn't care enough to comment.  It was, he had to admit, rather freeing not to be noticed by anyone, not to be coddled or babied.  He wasn't just the spare to Tiarsus's glory, here – he was his own person, just another face in the crowd, and he wished it could last.

Also unable to last... this walk.  Though the air moved out here, it was even worse for the addition of so many bodies.  The heat was growing truly unbearable, and he was forced to go back into the palace, following the crowd as quickly as he could to get back into the relative coolness in the great stone structure.  He kept his head down, sticking to the main hall until he could break off and get into one of the secret passages back to the family chambers.

Suddenly, with enough emotional force to stop him as suddenly as if he had walked into a wall, a scent caught his nose.  He looked around, sniffing delicately at the air.  What fun it was, to realize his elfin form had earned some perks for the addition of his wolf self – the wolf was always with him, guiding his steps, making him stronger, more confident.
But... right now... how could he be confident when what he was smelling was so familiar?
She was gone, wasn't she?  She took off into the woods, leaving Vivendel to wish he had gone with her.  Ahh, the adventures they could have had together... but he couldn't just take off and let everyone think they'd been right about him.  He needed to be here... to prove himself.

Vivendel followed the scent down the great hall, pushing through the flow of traffic and earning himself a few good knocks and glares in the process, but didn't stop until he stood at the mouth of a corridor less travelled.  Empty, in fact, except for one shivering shape.

”Mags...?” he asked, and his voice was barely above a breath.  She had been gone so long... but there she was, and all of his senses knew her.
”Mags!”  Louder this time, full of joy.  ”It is you!”  He ran to her, dragged her into the tightest hug he could manage without hurting her, and at first, didn't notice her tears.  ”Welcome home, little sister!”
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played by Hermes
Vasta


Female
14
Timber Wolf
Homeless
Heterosexual

Tracker / Plotter

#3

Magnolia




She is alone.

Not in the sense of there is no other person nearby so much as, she feels like an alien on some strange planet. This place is foreign, this castle weird. What she would give to be able to turn back the clock. Mags never would never have run, instead she would have talked to Vivendel and Tiarsus, asking for their help in overcoming her demons.

Those foul creatures, they whisper in the back of her mind, berating and sneering at her, offering comments of scorn and disdain. They claw at her resolve, chipping away the teens confidence and leaving her feeling exposed to the cruelty of the world. The people she had passed to get here had all cast judging looks at the child. They knew her secrets, knew her shames.

Soft sobs echo off the stone walls around her and the girl does her best to quiet her cries. She sends up silent prayers, begging for someone to come quite her mind and still her anxious heart.

Conversations filter into her mind, discussions her father had spoken to her on a nights long ago. On one such night, when she had been learning about the past Leaders of their land and how even they had a fears and anxiety he had explained, “Just remember that, in this world there are things you cannot control.” He told her as she laid curled under the covers of her bed, thinking how those rulers were not so different from her, “When you find something that scares you or tries to defeat, just recall these words. I am stronger than I think.”

Now she repeats that mantra over and over. Striving, and failing, to calm the raging storm in her heart. The tempest rages and she is drowning. All she can think is, ‘Please throw me a lifeline’.

So engrossed in her own misery is the young one, that she does not notice the figure at the end of the corridor. Not until he breathes her name. Ears pick up her nickname and Mags’s head shoots up.

Viv.

Breath hitches in her chest. Oh Gods it is happening, here comes the moment of truth. Steeling herself, the teen prepares for the worst. When he exclaims that is really her and runs to envelope her in a hug, all the elven teenager can do is stand stock still.

He is not mad at her? No, the joy she had heard in his voice at seeing her, that is real. She is in his arms and this is right, this is home. Magnolia melts into his hug. Arms wrap around his tall frame and Mags buries her face in the soft cloth that covers his chest. The tears are falling again, staining his clothing. However, behind the sadness, there is the bliss of being welcomed home. “Oh Viv.” She breathes his name out softly savoring the feel of being able to say it again. In those two words, are infused her heartfelt happiness and sorrow.

Closing her eyes, the teen savors the moment, she is home, her brother is here and he is welcoming her with open arms. Mags draws strength from Vivendel. After what seems like hours, the young girl pulls away, opening her eyes to look at her brother’s features. He is just as she remembers and she takes comfort in that.

A smile softens her face, reaching her eyes and spilling more tears down her cheeks. Taking a step back, Magnolia ducks her head, trying to hide her face from view. She swipes angrily at her cheeks, trying to dry the water that leaks out. “I am so sorry Viv. I didn’t mean to be a coward. I didn’t mean to run away. I hope you can forgive me.” The expressions of mercy tumble from the girl as soon she opens her mouth. Magnolia wraps her arms around herself, trying to fold in on herself and disappear. Despite her shame at having left him, the elven teen declares, “I missed you so much.”


I walk. "I talk". I think.
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Male
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Timber Wolf
Emperor of Ilumis City
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#4

Tiarsus


For what seemed like a lifetime the world had been still. The excitement of ruling had long sense turned into a daily grind of paperwork and meeting with people be it common folk or noble. Which was all fine and probably for the best as it had gotten so darn hot. The world seemed as if the air itself was ablaze even in the north. Katie wished he could have said it was unlike anything he had encountered before, but it reminded him much of the fires from the homeland. Though this was much worse. With no real relief he had to make due with basically pushing through it. He was the emperor after all it wasn’t like he could just try and hide away from the heat in his chambers. He did however do anything he had to do outside in the mornings when he could that was. Though as it was today he had been rather busy. Dressed in light cotton rather then fancy silks, the elf had been being tutored to try and use his ice powers alas it seemed no use though as from what he could tell he needed water that was already there and couldn’t just make the air out of thin air. Therefore after two hours the lesson had ended and he found himself wandering the castle.

Eyes cast out a window as he wondered what his siblings were up to. He hadn’t seen either of them really. Not his brother though he was sure the he was around somewhere, but the one who he really worried about was dear Mags. The girl had all but disappeared. He had sent scouts out to find her, but in all this time they hadn’t reported her location.

Letting out a sigh he moved on carefully moving around people who where busy with other things. Every once in a while he would stop to chat with someone about something, but it had all became routine by now. Then something not routine happened. The sound of Viv’s voice hit his ears and he followed it until he saw him. No! Saw them! She was back and he couldn’t believe his eyes at first.

”MAGNOLIA!” He called out. His voice perhaps a bit more stern then he had wanted it to be. Though there was a tone of surprise and happiness in his voice as well. ”Is that really you? Dear sister have you finally returned?” He asked as he moved closer before stopping a few feet from the two. He was unsure if he should give her a hug or not. He wanted to, but it was just so hot he didn’t want to make anyone melt. Eyes then turned to Viv as he jokingly asked ”Did you pull her out of a hat?” It was a bad joke yes, but he wasn’t thinking completely straight.
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