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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Reserved Stillness





played by Hoofbeats
Wilder


Female
25
Arabian x Saddlebred
Homeless
Heterosexual

#1

Aeoloni


Head in the clouds, mind floating high above the mortal plains of earth, the woman made her way through the forest. Though spring scents filled the air, though new growth could be seen through the dryness of the drought, her mind was elsewhere. Usually she was focused, aware, but not now, not here. She was the epitome of happiness, of joy, of satisfaction. All that had been wrong in the world had been made right when her mate, her bonded, the one made for her, had stepped into the mortal realm that evening by the beach. Still her breath caught in her chest, her heart stilled. She was so happy it would bring tears to her deep blue eyes. Though she was immortal, time meaning almost nothing to her, even on the mortal planes, the years without her mate weighed on her strangely. Though they had been together since the dawn of their world, their love was still new with each passing second, each moment better than the next.

What brought her back to reality, the forest around her was a snap. Perhaps it was caused by a creature moving about in the undergrowth, perhaps from something tumbling from the canopy above. Normally alert at all times, her moments of bliss had left her unaware. Alahna, her small purple hatching hiding between her shoulder blades let forth a small, almost fearful squeak, at the noise, pulling the violet tipped mare out from her stupor.

Stopping still, her ears perked at the sound, she moved little more than a statue. She was not frightened, but was silently reprimanding herself for allowing herself to be so much in her head that she was unaware of her surroundings. Millennia in a land of war had taught her that, and it was the moments that she allowed her mind to wander so completely that she found herself in tough situations. Even if she trusted her instincts, as well as her abilities as a fighter, she had no desire to fight her way out of any situation. Not today, she was too happy, too joyful to want to face conflict.

"It was probably nothing, don't you think?" She asked the small purple hatchling through their mental link. With that, she lowered her head as if to move forward. Still happy, but much more alert to her surroundings.


"Aeoloni Speaks"
Aeoloni Thinks
"Alahna Speaks"

Word Count: 392
Muse: 9/10
Notes: So excited!
Elias

There are no wrong turnings.
Only paths we had not known
we were meant to walk.
aeoloni
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played by RARE
Wilder


Male
Unknown
Satyr
Homeless
Asexual

#2

Elias



It reminded him of the fickle nature of ink upon parchment, bleeding into the whispy fibres lit by firelight, tracing and twining its path through invisible barriers to at last pool within the spine, black and deep, jewels made of ember by the flames that sat so audaciously close. Here, the air was sweet with the promise of nuance and bounty, life bursting from the seems where the mistress eternal finally relinquished her hold. It was a time of celebration, and each voice was raised in jubilant reverie over the promise of a new dawn. Like the flicker of candlelight in a dark room, the shadows danced in playfulness amidst the canopies golden hazy, casting their gentle coolness down into the floor below, giving everything a unique face, smudged, softened by the starkness of the first blazing instance of the morning summon. It was not the darker cousins he had known, that absolute stillness, cold and piercing, that frightful realm that both mortal and eternal alike shied away from in unprejudiced uncertainty. Here, in this world, he found himself complacent, in a way a sword rusted where peace reigned.

Yet, he was content with the fates spun by the golden thread, for it spoke of a place where the wanderers and heralds need not fear the deep roads of the world. One could stand in the shadow of the great mountains and not clench the feeble embers of the umberstone, weighty and solemn upon their throats. Children need not fear venturing into the woods after their whimsical fantasies, fearing no true monster would end their games too soon. Elias was without purpose here, but he could only find contentment in that truth. He wandered, as he always had, a spark in that place where shadow and light, and found he could not feel the creeping cold, his fingers deft as firelight sprung and danced in emerald leaves, their delicate screens the finest of silks shielding his will-o-wisps from sight. He was not as he seemed this day, finding his sight more clear than when he cast off his furs and lace. The creatures of the wood had come not to fear him, would oft find songbirds and sparrows settling upon his shoulder, singing their melodies as mice explored the caverns of his pockets and rabbits nibbled on the warmed grass left in his passing. Yet, they did not live freely, did not exist as the world intended in his presence, and so, today, he joined them

They were cunning little creatures, so easily overlooked. A flash of auburn and copper fur darted amongst the limbs of the oaks who sighed and the maples who hummed, finding paths from one outreaching palm to the next. His tail was plush and bright as foxes fur and burned all the brighter by the fleeting sparks dancing above his head. Below him, a small family of deer browsed for the succulent treats of new sprouts in the woodland floor, unaware of the eyes that looked upon them. It was a quiet day in the Beinn woods, so like that of the realms of men where he lived once. The peace was not to last, however, for movement sounded in the distance, and ever vigilant they were of their young, the does hurried their babes away, leaving Elias bright eyes to peer into the green alone. 

There had not been many who passed through this stretch of the wood, more content to eastern Glenns where the great castle rose as a monument of ivory against the mountains. And while his time in this new world had given him whispers of events, of the war and of the creatures who fought amongst themselves, Elias had yet to truly see one. The small creature darted across the branches, small clever paws finding footholds as only a squirrel could, he made his way carefully towards the noise, until, she rose as an angel against the canvas of life and color. Pale, with the blush of a twilight sky, she was what they could call Vata. Her words danced like wind through the grass, and Elias, ever so observant, was swift to notice the little creature that perched against her nape. One of the lost children. He had not seen one in an age. Tilting his head, running his claws through the tangles in his tail, the creature hummed, before reaching out, offering a whisper through the mind of the lady below. "You gave them quite a scare, the deer.”

He darted down a willowy limb, before coming to stop on a swaying perch, just above the head of the equine, little flames dancing above his head as fireflies along the surface of still waters. 

- 'We live in the Flicker.'


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played by Hoofbeats
Wilder


Female
25
Arabian x Saddlebred
Homeless
Heterosexual

#3

Aeoloni


It was just as the woman, tall and graceful was about to move on, her violet legs flashing with the movement of her steps, when she heard a voice. It was not an audible voice, no, it was a voice in her head, resounding in the space of her mind like a quiet thunder, a low rumbling. It did not startle her, for she was used to such methods of communication in her homeland, and even more recently, from Alahna. She knew the voice was not her own, and it was a man's voice, silent to the world around, so no others could hear except herself.

Stilling herself, she lifted her gaze to the trees. Though the voice had not spoken aloud, there was still a sense, a hint, of a direction from such a silent whisper. Searching, she wondered who the voice belonged to. It seemed to hold no accusation, yet it seemed to hold no amusement either. Just a simple statement of fact. Perhaps it was the way the words were spoken, or perhaps it was the way she understood them. The woman knew that words could change in translation, with tone. Sometimes the meaning was missed, or misunderstood. It was a curiosity, but not one she would linger on for long. Not today. At least not in this moment of meeting, of conveyance.

Finally, her eyes stopped on a small furred creature, russet brown, with a thick bushy tail. He was perched in the branches, the spring leaves, needles and pine surrounding him in such a way to create a scene around him, to hide him, or perhaps give him a foothold. A squirrel. Yet unlike most squirrels, it held a bit of intelligence in its eyes above the common creature. Whoever it must be, must be a shifter. Someone wreathed in a second skin, trying out a new form for whatever reason it was that suited him. Aeoloni knew this feeling, had experimented with such skills herself. While she preferred her equine guise, one could learn from other shapes, other methods of moving, seeing, thinking, feeling.

Lips curving upwards in a small smile, Aeoloni dipped her head politely in a small bow. She knew not whom she was meeting, but something perhaps her intuition, told her that he was a denizen of the forest, perhaps even a protector of animals and the woods. Finally after her small bow, Alahna still perched curiously from her shoulders, she spoke a quiet reply to the squirrel.

"Greetings, friend. I had not realized there were deer nearby, though that is entirely my own fault. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts. Hopefully they will relax again when they realize that mean them no harm." Pausing, briefly, she spoke again, her voice as kind and melodic as before. "I am Aeoloni, by the way, and this is my friend Alahna. May I ask who you are?" She asked out of courtesy, but also curiosity. One could never learn too much about the world or its inhabitants.


"Aeoloni Speaks"
Aeoloni Thinks
"Alahna Speaks"

Muse: 9/10
Notes: So excited!
Elias

There are no wrong turnings.
Only paths we had not known
we were meant to walk.
aeoloni
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played by RARE
Wilder


Male
Unknown
Satyr
Homeless
Asexual

#4

Elias



A whisper, a caress, the touching of the mind was a careful art, one made only by the deftest hand, the most caring of, and fleeting contact. He had known the embrace of the mind absolute, of the strangeness, foreignness that came when he peered too deep, looked to hard. How fragile the mind was, how infinitely complex, a spiders web by morning, caught in the glisten of dew, only to break and tangle upon wayfaring hands too ungraceful as too merely appreciate its beauty from afar. Elias had known, to only graze the surface, a ripple upon the water where the light shone. Far too different he was, from all things, the means in which his thoughts came together, the silver glass that reflected, rather than blocked the stray seeker. He had learned long ago, it was never correct to force the matter, to change the minds of those who did not wish to change, including his own. The being made no attempt to see through her eyes, to hear her emotions as they came and fell like tides, merely, watched as she stopped, then, looked around. 

A squirrel could only share so much, only express so much. There was a limit to this form, as all smaller creatures were. Cunning creatures, sly of hand and fleet of foot, they were content to merely live, to flourish, and experience that finite time that was blessed them by the eternal flame. Yet, even they could tempt the ageless into benign mischief, and when she finally found him, not quite hidden, but not quite visible, the small, flitting flames danced in their windless merriment. "Deer are wise mothers. Only when we are beyond their scent, sight, and smell, will they let their thoughts wander and their babes out from under shadow." He nodded, a pleased appreciation of those who would not let complacency or pride rue their world. Such smart creatures, deer, living together to share in the burden. Their stories were one of lessons, always with purpose, a hymn that painted no beast the foe, only, the caution to never underestimate the unknown, and to weigh one's life upon the golden scale.

Elias continued to arrange his tail, careful, clever hands, before looking back upon her, with only his ears shifting, listening. Then, quickly, he moved to the end of the branch, twirling, weaving, uncaring of whether he was up or down, become perching upon the very end of the branch. It hunched over, unable to stand even the barest weight of his not so impressive form, until he was nearly level with her own. "You may call Elias. A fine friend to have, a dragon, their spark burns in morpal orange. Brave, wise, forgiving. You are either very kind, or very cruel, to have one at your side. But I do not think you cruel."

- 'We live in the Flicker.'


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