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I dream you're still here [Jen] - Aithniel - 02-01-2016 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. Aithniel awaited another battle, eager to test her skills and learn. She paced along borderlands and realms, seeking a player for her bloody game. It was not vengeance or violence she sought, but learning. If anyone came at her, she wanted to be able to swiftly put them down - just like an alpha would yank a beta into submission with snaps, snarls and ease. Maybe then she could be like Gaucho, so strong and capable. Maybe then she would be worthy of a greater title? Maybe even a lead warrior? That was a good goal and something she hoped to attain, one day. Einarr would be hard to uproot from his position, but she was willing to chip away at the old man until she used him as her steps to ascension. One battled at a time. One day, one hoof forward. This little sunny princess was not going to be content with sitting in a tower and waiting on prince charming to come to her rescue. No, she was going to rescue herself and choose her own destiny. The end of Orangemoon was proving difficult though, as cold was settling in rather thoroughly. She couldn't even imagine being in the Basin right now. They were probably all popsicles with sticks up their butt and frozen. Except Erebos... He was different. Zera was even complaining about it, and he rarely felt or said a word, silent little watchman as he was. The griffin settled into her shoulder, bright golden eyes peering out from her hair as he snuggled into her warmth. This time, he had to watch and see so that he could learn about this fighting thing too. She was curious what he would think about it, since he seemed to hold no opinions about anything else. Now, she would just have to wait where she stood in the center of her world next to a decrepit, leafless tree. Surely someone would make it before sundown. [[(0/3) (words here) - OPEN SPAR! Any opponent welcome! (Jen claimed it!) - Location: Thistle Meadow at Noon on the last day of Orangemoon - Terrrain: VERY cold but no snow and no clouds in the sky - sort of that wan, bright winter light - No other restrictions (TO ADMIN :D I will post my battle rolling thing once I know my opponent)]] RE: I dream you're still here [Jen] - Ashamin - 02-05-2016
WC: xxx/800 AP: 0/3 CD: 0/1 Note: Whee! Excited! Sorry for the delay. RE: I dream you're still here [Jen] - Aithniel - 02-10-2016 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. If she had to describe the Haruspex of the Aurora Basin in one word, her current term would be "forthright". He was honest, open and not in the least bit withholding. Though his plainly spoken thoughts of Rikyn had made her mind uneasy, she was glad he said something - glad that she knew. Knowledge was power too, even though she prescribed more often to the power in violence. Thus, when she saw his compact frame and minx-like tail come into view, she let the tension in her shoulders melt. Friends? Maybe not, but he wasn't an enemy by a long shot and that was saying something. She turned to face him, the little griffin still tucked beneath her hair, expression content but not overly excited or friendly. Such was her way. Aithniel was not a creature of overt affection as she had never truly learned what that meant. Instead, she stayed beneath the veil of her own shadows, watching from the comfort of her own company and that was perfectly fine. In a way, she was a rare breed. She didn't need others or companionship, not like most. Breath puffed from her nostrils in silky clouds, and she nodded once, observing the way he seemed to herd the two deer-like creatures at his sides. Almost as if he read her mind, he called for a spar, and she nodded, raising a single brow at the statement, which followed. There were other things to do to keep warm in the winter besides violence, but she held her tongue. Aithniel was not here to keep warm, but to study and practice. "Seems reasonable," was her cryptic reply, but she smirked nonetheless. "One moment." Aithniel urged Zera to climb from her neck into the boughs of the trees above. The little white lion griffin tumbled in fluff and feathers onto the branch, keen little golden eyes observing without judgment or concern. He offered a gentle trill of affection before yawning and snuggling up into his own tail. “Stay put. Watch. And learn." Her orders were simple and undemanding. Aithniel backed away from the tree and regarded him once more, silver eyes sweeping over his lanky and unbalanced looking body. She was a bit more compact than he was, but overall, they seemed similarly matched. Her main concern was that she would not only be fighting him, but also two deer. The mare frowned a bit, trying to think of a useable strategy before settling on the tried and true method of “winging it”. The irony of that phrase did not escape her. “Let’s go.” The sun child did not hesitate to pounce into flight, wings spreading wide as she leaped into the air. Aithniel did not want to get crowded by the unicorn and his friends, so she circled just above their battleground, clicking her flinty hooves together to summon a spark. The little ember flourished in the presence of her powers, growing to a massive ball. She sent it flying down, her intent to separate Ashamin from his companions so she would only have to focus on one at a time. Almost immediately after, she landed and focused on her main target, ducking her head as she moved to get into his proximity. Once she believed she was close enough, she yanked her head upward, hoping to clip his jaws with the brunt of her curved, bony horns. ------- (1/3) (567 words in word) - throws a fire ball to separate Ashamin from his companions - lands and tries to clip his jaw with her horns @Ashamin RE: I dream you're still here [Jen] - Ashamin - 02-16-2016
WC: 798/800 (wordcounter.net) AP: 1/3 CD: 0/1 Note: I've never used this magic in a spar before, but I was instructed that the heart manifestations should be based only on Ashamin's knowledge of a character, so Ashamin sees Aithniel's heart as self-attacking, winged, and two-headed baby erebos and rikyn, weirdly. I did my best to word this so you can avoid it entirely. :: [ Magic: DarkxSpark | Able to manifest his/another's heart as a creature made of harmless electricity which can be hurt/killed. All damage done to the vulnerable manifestation harms its source ] :: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 seconds in battle. Requires permission outside of battle. ] RE: I dream you're still here [Jen] - Time - 03-14-2016 Aithniel defaults to Ashamin. 0.5 VP to Ashamin. |