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Edana

..g e n d e r..
Female

..d . o . b..
02/11/07

..a g e..
Child

..p e l t..
Pink, Dark Pink, white, and black

..e y e s..
Leaf green

..t r a i t s..
Like her twin brother, her markings are the same. Her ears and tail are like pink lily petals. She also has white feathered wings and black freckles.

..i d o l..
Goddess of Lilies

..s h r i n e..

..p a c k..
Nature

..l i k e s..


..d i s l i k e s..


..k i n..
Eden

..m a t e..


..o f f s p r i n g..
None yet

..p e r s o n a l i t y..

..h i s t o r y..

..l o v e..

..R P..

The eerie peace of the lower temple was broken as Kearn ran through it's hallways, hooves and claws clicking and clanking against stone as he rushed upwards. His tail twitched back and forth happily, his legs shaking with excitement. It was finally done! His masterpiece! It was wonderful... Frightening! And now was finally the time that he could show it off to the one female that made it all worth it. She'd love it. She'd be in awe and dote on how wonderful and creative he is.. Surely. Who wouldn’t?

Outside, away from the dark and stone of the catacombs below the temple, Ianthe was situated in her usually spot at the top of the stairs at the edge of the oasis where grass and rock met sand. To the west, stretched across the bumpy horizon of sand dunes, the sun stretched and shot out its dying rays. The sky above was already starting to twinkle with early stars and the very few clouds floating by were bleeding red and pink

The female let herself fall lazily onto her side, forelegs stretched out to the side. With ebon eyes, she watched the failing light, hair falling over her face and an ear twitching half-heartedly. Peace…so peaceful.

The excited male came bounding out of the temple and onto the stairs, sniffing and glancing around quickly, his ears perked for any sign of her. Aha! There she was, just over on the other side of the stairwell... He smirked then moved to walk over to her, but paused to look at his warped reflection on the polished marble wall. He licked his paw and smoothed it over his muzzle and head, making the fur sleek and flat. He grinned widely, and then headed over to her again. "Good evening.."

The maluess lifted her head a bit and looked over her shoulder, but she remained in her lounging position. Seeing who it was, she rose a brow beneath her golden hair and flicked her yellow and blush hued tail.

“Kearrn…” she replied in a rather calm purr. Black eyes looked over his dark form, a small, unseen shiver running up her spine. It was, however, cut short when she folded her wings close to her back.

“Something…wrrong?” she asked. He wasn’t even that close and she could see him shivering with some sort of…well, something.

"No no no.... Nothing at all.." His smirk merely widened as her trotted closer until he was rather close to her, head tilted to look down upon her, paws caressing stone, tail twitching. "Though I'm simply delighted to know that you're worried about me.. Ianthe.."

Heart sped up a few paces due to the distance now between them, but like the shiver, Ianthe didn’t let it be known to anyone but herself. Putting on her usual attitude, she rolled her eyes and let her head fall back down. She mumbled something, but the words were just mush to another’s ears.

"Mmm... You're looking ravishing, as always. The sunset makes you look simply... Stunning." He lowered his muzzle, his voice getting softer as it got closer to her ear. Why was he feeling so... bold? Perhaps it was the adrenaline he felt coursing through him. He knew his god was pleased with him by finishing the shrine.. He had even scared one or two people already. Even if the satisfaction was only temporary, it elevated his soul to a wonderful place, where he could do no wrong. Before the tip of his muzzle could touch her, her jerked back and stepped backwards, lowering his chest to the ground, hind legs strait in an amusing pose that most people only saw pups do, tail wagging. He grinned again. "But we can't waste time, it's finished!"

His breath and words still lingered in her ear even after he moved back. Ianthe dared not to move for a few seconds, even after the proclamation of Kearn’s shrine being complete. What he had just done was something that normally would’ve caused the female’s blood to boil, but this time it only made her heart flutter. What was this blasted feeling?!

Ianthe still didn’t move; didn't give any hint of even hearing what the other had just said.

A bit of disappointment fluttered across him. She hadn't even looked at all interested! Slowly his front legs coiled back up strait, looming over her again. He blinked slowly, almost looking mad for a few moments, then huffed impatiently. He moved closer again and tilted his head at her, ears flattening along his broad neck. "What? Are you ignoring me completely now? How mature.."

The female startled this time, a rare action for her body to complete. Lifting her head, she quirked a brow and narrowed her eyes and barked, “I’m coming. Lorrd, you’rre impatient.” She rolled onto her stomach and then lifted her body onto her feet, all before giving a good shake to rid her fur of sand and dirt.

“Well,” she started, looking at him, “lead the way, Mrr. Navigatorr who is so rrude.”

His eagerness quickly returned as she stood, tail wagging again and he chuckled. “Well then hurry up, babe." As he walked past her he smirked, letting the fur on his side brush against her's. And then he was off, trotting back to the entrance of the catacombs, then disappearing in it's depths without warning.

Ianthe froze for a second while he brushed against her and then bristled. She only began to move again when his form was swallowed by the shadows of the temple entrance.

Catching up was not a problem; she caught sight of him just as he rounded the first corner in the catacombs. “This betterr be good, Kearrn. You made me move beforre the sun was completely gone…” she stated bitterly as she followed close behind him.

He slowed down a tad, weaving around the isles of the maze. When she started up her conversation he paused and glanced over her, grinning. "Sorry.. But I think you'll like it.. And if you don't, we can run back up and watch the rest of the sun set together or something." He turned his head back in front of him, white eyes glowing in the darkness, almost like headlights, aluminatind the smokey markings on his torso, seeming like a ghost floating beside her. A happy ghost. Like Casper, but crazier.

She gave side-glance at him as he spoke… but the glance then turned to an all out, complete, side-stare. Ianthe hadn’t noticed the way his body seemed to melt away in the shadows, leaving only the ivory markings to float around. It was quite eerie, but evoked no fear, and only interest and that cursed flutter feeling that made her insides feel like they were going to fall out her mouth.

On silent paws, with hooves giving light clips, she continued to follow, she stare…candidly, of course.

The staring went unnoticed to him, only concerned with his precious work of art, and showing it off. After a few more minutes they arrived, pausing a few feet from the door. He turned to her with a grin. "Ready?" From the entry way in front of him came a soft eerie green glow, along with flickering shadows, as if there were things inside there.. things alive and moving.

Charcoal eyes broke from Kearn’s body and attached themselves to the room with the flicking green glow. After only a few seconds, she flared her nostrils and merely stated, “commence yourr magic, maestrro.”

He grinned, hooves clicking against the stone as he trotted in place for a moment, then on he went through the doorway, pausing just inside for her to come in.. So he could see her expression. He wanted to see if she was pleased after all... The doorway was lined with bleach cleaned skulls and bones, creating a marvelous gateway. The walls of the room were draped with the skins of victims; some pieces were obviously peeled from the heads of poor malu's, double holes morbidly staring at the two where their eyes would have been. At the far end of the room was an altar built up out of bones and stone, on the wall above it was a painting, the paint crudely made with glowing moss, so that it glowed eerily with that green florescent ness. In the center of the art was a crescent moon, with what looked like skeletons dancing around it, bowing to it. It looked like some cave man painting. Interesting in a way, but primitive

From the cracks in the ceiling hung various bones that had been tied together to create random limbs, or perhaps a skull tied to a set of ribs.. They dangled and swayed to the rhythm of some unheard music. Each piñata like corpse which held a skull had a crescent moon painted on it's forehead with the same glowing paint. But the most interesting thing in the room- and the thing that had obviously taken most time, were the dozens of dream catchers that hung along with the bodies. The frames were made from small, thin bones, the thread that weaved around them made from hide and hair. Teeth were used as beads, and each had a bit of moss as well, making it seem that they really did hold the nightmares of the victims that happened to stray inside.. And on the altar, propped against the wall under the painting sat a much large one that seemed to emit it's own light. It was like the others.. But... Darker. The hanging decorations draped sick, long shadows over the floor... Like demons themselves.
Ianthe entered the room next to Kearn, but was gone from his side a second later. Carrying herself on light steps, she moved slowly, gingerly, along the nearest wall. Head moved up and down slowly as eyes flicked to each artifact. She studied the pelts, their eye sockets as dark as her own actual eyes; she studied the bleached bones and skulls, noting the crescent moons on their temples. From wall to wall she moved, her lithe body and folded wings being danced upon by the glowing emerald light.

When she came to the altar, she paused, and tilted back her head. A light snort was given to the shrine itself, for no matter how stunning the room looked, she would never let a flicker of “like” for Kearn’s God enter her body. But, aside from that, she silently grabbed hold of everything she saw and marveled at it.

On and on she went, never really casting a glance back at Kearn, and never looking up or to the center of the room until she was finished with the walls… and well, by the time she got there, it had already been many minutes.

Standing in the middle of the room, eyes reflecting the bouncing lights, Ianthe really looked up at the ceiling for the first time, and the hanging things she saw really did catch her breath. No, it wasn’t the hanging bones and body parts, but the dream catchers. They caught and roped her attention like a child when they first saw the vast outdoors after being in a den for so long.

Blinking, nostrils flared and ears perked forward as much as possible. Tail was raised and wings were erect as the female tilted her head. Her black lanterns were fixed on one catcher in particular, and out of a sudden impulse just to get closer (the larger dream catcher hadn’t caught her interest), the femme pushed the front half of her body off the ground and she stood their, balanced on her hind hooves, for a few seconds. Neck was stretched, and head was craned, as nostrils flared and sniffed. The item was just so…well, it was something, and that something fascinated the maluess so that even when she lowered herself, she continued to look up at it, almost unblinkingly.

He watched her silently, barely able to contain the excitement as she gazed around at the shrine.. He could tell she liked it, if even a little... His head tilted a bit as she stood to observe the small 'nightmare catcher', watching her for several moments before walking over to her, eyes flowing over her body slowly then up to the particular item. Had this one caught her fear? His white eyes drifted back to her, one ear tilted to the side as he awaited an audible response. "You like it?

The female spared him a flick of an ear and a quick glance before looking back up at the nightmare catcher. “Yes…” she replied, but her voice was hushed. She didn’t know why it was so, but she felt that she had to just talk quietly in here for a bit.

He smiled, not a grin or a smirk, but a happy smile. His voice hushed to match her's, and he moved a bit closer to her. "I can get that one, if you want.. You can keep it."

Ianthe looked at him suddenly. Her ears flicked back just slightly, and her eyes widened just so. “I couldn’t do that,” she said, her voice dry, but still containing that underlying purr. It wasn’t like she didn’t want the thing, because she really did, and it wasn’t because it was apart of a shrine to a God she hated, that had nothing to do with it, but the reason she replied the way she did was because well…it was his. Even though he was giving it to her, it didn’t feel right; she had never been able to really take or accept something that once belonged to someone else when it was offered to her. Stealing was totally different…

His smile drooped a bit, ears wilting. "Why not?" His expression suddenly turned sour, almost annoyed. "Oh, I get it. It's cause it was originally made for my God..? It's tainted to you.. Not good enough... Right?" His reasoning made perfect sense to him, he couldnt imagine it being anything else.. His eyes narrowed a bit as he awaited some form of explanation.

Ears flattened, and eyes narrowed, at him for at least the second time that day, but this time she didn’t bark or snap. She didn’t even raise her voice. No. Ianthe was in a…very calm being at the moment, and they were sometimes hard to come out of.. Believe it or not.

“That’s not it at all, Kearrn. If that was the rreason I wouldn’t have said I liked it.”

He hadn’t thought of that. He winced a bit and his posture slumped, legs bending slightly. "Then why wont you take it? I'd like for you to have it."

“Because you’rre offerring it to me…” she said, her features softening.

White orbs slid diagonal as he tilted his head at her, looking confused. "That doesn’t make any sense..."

“Does anything ever do? I can’t take things that arre offerred to me; when someone gives me a choice to rreject it or not.” She tilted her own head, hair falling partially over her face.

"...If... it would make you feel better... You could snatch it yourself while I turn away. I promise to pretend that I don’t know you took it."

Ianthe chuckled and purred, “perhaps I will one day, when you’rre rreally not expecting it.”

"Or perhaps I'll just sneak it into your shrine and hide it, so that you'll keep it without even realizing.." He grinned a bit, his previous mood slowly returning.

She laughed again, eyes becoming half-lidded. “Now therre’s an idea,” she replied, her usual self coming back slowly.

He smiled lopsidedly at her for a moment, and then glanced around slowly. "So... all and all... Does it meet your expectations?"

Ianthe gave another look around the room, her eyes quickly glancing here and there, and then up and down. “I believe it does… Betterr than I thought it would be. I wonderr how you got it all done without me hearing, or seeing, most of it.”

He blinked at her oddly. "Not hearing or seeing?"

“Both.”
"Oh..." He shrugged a bit. "Guess I was just sneaky." He smirked widely, chest broadening as he puffed it out. "Just a couple long sleepless nights... Worth it though.." His eyes fell half lidded and he smiled at her. "When are you going to show me YOUR shrine now..? I think you owe it to me.."

An exhaled snort escaped her as she lifted her brows. “My shrrine? My shrrine is nothing but a whole in a wall; it’s nothing comparred to yourrs. This one puts it to shame, actually.”

He actually looked completely thrown back... For one, she had actually said his shrine was visually better than hers! And second.. well, he was surprised that she wouldn’t surround herself with greatness, things beautiful enough to match her. He couldn’t see her worshiping and living in something plain.. "I.. suppose there is more to you that I don't know. And here I thought I had finally figured you out." He snickered and watched her, slowly inching closer. "I'd still like to see it.."

She only smirked, and then shook her head. “You’ve just gotten to the firrst layerr with me…besides, if you saw it now it’d only be a black rroom with brroken glass.”

He leaned close to her, that vicious grin curling along his muzzle. "You're the only decoration I need, babe. You'd make it stunning. And what do ya know! I could look at your pretty reflection in all that glass."

Ears flicked back, but then forward as her heart sped up again. She let her smirk continue to play on her muzzle, the corners of her mouth slightly curling almost like his. “Such compliments,” she said, “too bad yourr prresence would darrken my home even more than it alrready is.” She was joking, of course, but he was still getting nowhere.

"I'm sure we could brighten up the place together.." His smirk widened, and the equivalent of a malu eyebrow wiggled a bit. It seemed jokingly... But he was actually sort of serious. Another soft chuckle. "Well either way... Thank you for coming."

“Always implying something, you.” She shook her head lightly. She knew what he meant…but…did she really? Not dwelling on the thought much longer, Ianthe nodded and focused on his last words. “Thank you forr showing me. One day you’ll see wherre I live…if you can find it.”
"Hmm...I'll consider it an honor then, when the time comes.. To see where the angel sleeps." He paused for a moment, the skin on his nose wrinkling a bit. "Heh, never mind... You're not an angel. Wrong word."

This made Ianthe cackle, a cheshire grin curling over her muzzle afterwards. “No, I’m not, but I will give you a hint to my whereabouts: to the south of wherre I am at my time.”

He just blinked, looking quite confused. "Unn... Alright..." His ears twitched back and forth as he pondered the riddle.

Again, she chuckled. “Yourr confusion is unnecessarry; it’s quite easy to figurre out if you think about it…but it’ll still be harrd to find. Anways,” she said, and looked to the doorway, “I must be taking my leave. Good luck, Kearrn. I trrust you’ll be interrupting my sunsets soon…”

With that she began to move towards the decorated doorway. As she moved past him, she lightly dragged a wing tip along his side as she chuckled lightly to herself.

The light touch of her soft skin against his sent a shudder down his spine, making his eyes flutter closed for a moment, day dreaming. "Mmm... Sooner than you think, doll..." His shining white eyes opened again and he watched her leave, noting every movement of her body, grinning widely. "Goodnight... And Sweet dreams."

She heard his farewell from around the corner, and before she got too far away, she replied back with a, “I’m surre they’ll be my last ones.” Her voice was sent echoing off the stone, and then all was quite on her end.

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