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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 8:31 pm
It's a quest thread!
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Doop.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:32 pm
----------------------------------------------------------//Ailin
Inspirations:
Poet and the Muse - Poets of the Fall
Cosmic Love - Florence and the Machine
Last Kiss - Pearl Jam
Dusky Fruit Bat I'll carry the weight of all our tomorrows in a lantern for you.
My muse.
Your light is my inspiration.
Your eyes candles by which I write.
Without them, the stars have all gone out.
The moon turned to only a pale and languid face of mourning.
And the darkness like a downpour-
Threatens to swallow me whole.
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Shall I tell you a tale unrivaled through time?
Of adventure and danger and a maiden divine?
Whose visage glowed beyond that of the sun.
And since my first glimpse I knew she was the one.
On the merry twilight of childhood.
Love struck me once for all it could.
And in the crux of night and day.
I caught a glimpse of her and my iced heart gave way.
Though we lived so close, to me it was so far.
How could I hope to reach one brighter than a nighttime star?
She perfect inspiration and me only with a cursed writer's words.
Any hope of romance unfounded, idiotic and unheard.
But by chance or luck the fates had different thoughts than I.
And as time and season went by and by.
Chance encounters turned to conversation through the night.
I overcame fear to plead for her to be my eternal light.
My muse and I were together at last.
And as our ceremony we traveled far and traveled fast.
By sunlight and moon we explored the world.
And took in stride all the setbacks it hurled.
Save for the one fateful evening in the sinking twilight.
From nerves and fear too early I took flight.
And struck out for home without a thought.
Despite my muse's warning words and naught
Would stop me even as the rain poured into the wind.
And the darkness came like a great galloping fiend.
We twirled like lovers entwined except fear replaced passion.
And a great light like fate itself fell into my vision.
The roaring like a million lakes clouded my ears.
And though I strained my darling light's voice I couldn't hear.
The world shattered around me like a great whirlpool.
And in the water battered and blind, I felt the fool.
And I was alone. All alone.
There was no urge to return home.
I could never claim my love from the darkness.
The monster that looms behind light's sweet caress.
But my muse and my fire.
Still lives in my desire.
And the light carries her touch.
By which I can sculpt these words and such.
So beware the darkness child.
Beware night whispered and wild.
And from its icy grasp one day I'll free my muse.
My dying vow until my last breath I loose.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 1:46 pm
//Description/story//  It's questionable whether or not Ailin retained his sanity after the accident or not. Most believe he really went nutters (note: Look! I avoided the batty pun!). But regardless, it's undeniable what's happened and what's happening now.
His father was a writer. His father's father was a writer. And of course, Ailin was and is now the same. The whole household trained their eldest (and usually only) son to carry on the trade.
And of course the whole troupe was a little... overly romantic?
So it made sense that 'true love' struck the young bat upon the first time seeing his future mate.
Admittedly, she took to his overzealous attempts at courting (or at least talking to her) with a good sense of humor about it.
Eventually (after he calmed down with that whole 'regaling his love to her' thing) they actually hit it off quite well. Before they considered settling down however, they considered doing a bit of sightseeing, since both of them had never seen anything outside of Woodhaven. And due to Ailin's writing career and his lover's adventurous and curious nature, they decided to fly and explore everywhere they could in the area before finally settling down outside of the nest.
And it was going all fine and good (half because his mate was good at talking and half because Ailin was great and skirting away from danger) until the very end.
The very end being Breezemoor, and unfortunately Breezemoor freaked Ailin out for the exact reason that it was dangerous and the furthest from home. So they planned to leave immediately after getting there.
What they hadn't planned for was the massive rainstorm in the middle of the night that sent them off course and both flying under the front fender of an oncoming car.
Blinded by the headlights, Ailin managed to wander off to the safety of the forest. He never saw his mate again.
Funny enough, he never got out of Breezemoor. The damage to his wings and nightvision was too great to get out right away, and after holing up in a hollow tree to mourn and heal his wounds, he had no interest in leaving.
For a long while he wrote in solitude, finding food around nearby (just enough so he wouldn't starve) and bartering with the very few creatures that walked by (as long as he wasn't spooked by them).
After an appropriate amount of time to semi-get over the loss (aka enough going 'waaaaah the darkness ate my girlfriend!') he finally ventured to the actual tribe itself. Not much further than that however, due to his limited movement speed and also the whole thing with him being afraid of the dark.
He still writes, but usually has clients come to him or he sends them letters via a courier, and he still rarely travels out of his little treehome (that he has absolutely COVERED in lights of various methods). He writes just about everything, scripts for plays, small stories, poems, songs, even the occasional romance (though he's gotten bitter about that over the years). Sadly, most just believe he's gone insane.
You can't blame them really. Give him the chance and Ailin will ramble on and on about the evil monster that lives in the darkness, that IS the darkness, and that is out to get him. He says the only way to ward it off is the light that he also swears carries the spirit of his mate and gives him inspiration to write.
Most likely, he simply has a fear of the dark so crippling that he is unable to concentrate on his work.
He also swears one day he'll battle the darkness to free his mate's soul, whatever THAT craziness is about.
So basically he became a little writing hermit that lives in an inverted christmas tree and rambles about crazy darkness spirits in between his mewling (he was a whiner even before his wife got blindsided by a car)
He’s a rather small bat, with dark brown markings on his head, dark grey wings, and a light grey body and dark grey to black giant ears.
The wings are a little tattered, with a few pieces of fabric stuck to them like a bad patch job on a pair of jeans. (obviously, the accident left him unable to do much more than glide short distances) He has giant night-seeing eyes in a perpetual kicked-puppy expression.
Fitting.
He usually also wears some sort of clothing item made out of a hemp-ish type material, probably a scarf or small jacket.
And as crazy, sometimes moody, sometimes downright ANNOYING and bratty he can be...
He's probably just a lonely little soul.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:11 pm
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