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 Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:00 pm
Our glorious city
Was built by the divinities, by Gods
Who saw fit to bestow
The gift of a paradise
Peaceful and harmonious upon
Us mere mortals below
My name is Macaw Pa'das, and welcome to my world.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:23 pm
Navigational Chart
I My Name is A'ka Pa'das, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About Macaw
IV Macaw's Adventures
V Macaw's World
VI Macaw's Story
VII Cursed!
VIII Temikakamri Dictionary
IX Macaw's Plot
X--XV Reserved
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:56 pm
 General Information:
Name: A’ka Pa’das
Aliases: Macaw Pa’das, Macaw
Gender: Male
Quote: “When the Black Panther breaks the Heart of the Gods, the Unstoppables will end until the Macaw rises again.” –Temir Sartri Ebene (extinct tribe similar to the Temir A’kamri)
Likes: the jungle, the wilds, macaws, hunting
Dislikes: wings, having wings, my sister and her family, being gay
About: Macaw was born in a tribe, the A’kamri, in a jungle far away from the shop. He became a hunter while his sister became a dancer in the local temple. Unfortunately for all involved, his sister turned out to be a “witch,” or homosexual, and when she was nearly sacrificed for it, imbued with all the magic of the A’kamri, she destroyed the temple and set into motion an ancient prophecy that foretold the end of their people. The prophecy stated that their people would fall into ruin until a new leader arose—the Macaw, a figure from A’kamri myth and legend.
The leader turned out to be A’ka (his name, in fact, means Macaw), who rallied their people at the capital in a hopeless battle against several of their foes. When the chief of the A’kamri fell, the souls of the rest were sucked into a magic armband that Macaw wears around his bicep (leaving their bodies to fall, dead). Macaw was told beforehand to flee the field of battle and find a new place for the A’kamri to settle. He has his entire lifetime to find the perfect place. When he dies, the souls of his people will be released, and they will be allowed, once more, to reestablish their culture.
Macaw ended up making his way to the Lucky Noodle Shop on the heels of his sister, who had already settled down with a family. One night, late at the shop, Macaw confronted her sister about her evil ways. Hurt and angry, she cursed him to turn into the things he most detests: a gay angelic.
This has left Macaw with many problems and complexes, but as Ebony is absolutely positive, he will be happy in the end.
Relationships:
Parents: ??? x ???
Siblings: Ebony Pardus
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Friends: None
OOC Information:
Status: Closed to new offers
Posts in: medium sea green
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:11 pm
Macaw's World
Relations
Lilura Ker and Orichalcum—I’ve never met them, but I hear that they are my niece and nephew. She’s a witch, but thank the gods that Ebony’s evil did not spread to her only son.
Lamia—The only one of Ebony’s children I have met. She wanted to show me mercy. I wonder why…?
Friends
Enemies
Ebene Pa’das—AKA Ebony Pardus. I loved my little sister when we were kits, but now she’s become something…different. She’s a witch and she destroyed our people! And, even more, she turned me into a witch. I wish I weren’t related to her…our shared blood fills me with shame.
Luaith—Ebony’s…mate. Another witch, and happy to remain with my sister. I wonder if she was a witch before Ebony was, or whether she used her power to turn her into a slave to her hungers. Somehow I suspect it’s the former—she’s very nasty and hates me as much as I hate her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:12 pm
Hear me, descendents, and learn the tale of how you came to be here. How you left your jungles, how you left the land your heart belonged to. Hear the tale as I have learned it. Listen to what came before you were dreams in your father’s mind.
I was born in the Ka’ana Mi’Tow, one of the largest villages of the Temir A’kamri Tribe. Your tribe, descendents, that you are the last of. As for my Ka’ana Mi’Tow—it is gone now. Forever. That is the tale I tell you. Forgive me now for adding into the tale a personal verse—forbidden once, but now I am all alone. I had a sister. Ebene Pa’das—Beautiful Vine. We were a poor family, too often laborers with our great strength, but my sister and I were different. I, A’ka Pa’das, was quick and clever. I was a hunter. And Ebene had the sacred wings. I remember we took her to a priest, who declared she must be a dancer for the temple. We were overjoyed, proud of our daughter and sister who had been chosen to please the gods. On festival days, when we saw her with the other dancers, we smiled at each other and spoke of how Ebene was the prettiest of all of them, the best dancer, the most elegant.
I didn’t have time to speak with her, though—besides her being a dancer at the temple, where the commoners were not allowed to go, I was a hunter, and I had my own work to do. I learned to hunt, I learned to race, I grew strong and swift. I would catch birds just to prove I could—I had power, and there was nothing I loved more than to hunt. Besides my family. To run through the dark forest, to race beneath the trees, catch birds with my bare paws, shoot down deer with my bow. Everything went as I planned. I had…power.
I remember when it happened. I returned to the village with birds and prey aplenty, my party laughing and talking, breaking into songs of our home. When we entered the village, though, and paid our respects to the Circling Gods, we found Ka’ana Mi’Tow in chaos. Mamrigash Pa’das, my grandmother, ran to us babbling something about Ebene and the temple. I was confused—we all were—until we saw it.
My little sister, the beautiful dancer Ebene Pa’das could be seen above the village in the last rays of night, glowing purple and gold. But she was…deformed. Mutated. The wings of a bat had sprouted out of her shoulders, giant forms of the wings on her ankles, and horns had grown out of her skull. She carried a limp body over her shoulder and sacks of treasures and loot. She was swearing and screaming dark vengeance as she flew overhead, lost into the night. We didn’t know what had happened. No one knew what had happened until we dared search the temple.
What few priests there were left were cowering in the caverns, hiding with their families and the dancers. My sister had been accused of witchcraft—loving another woman! She was about to have been sacrificed when she stole an amulet and broke it into pieces with her bare hands. The power released from the amulet turned her into a monster, killing all the priests who ran across her and forcing her to give chase to her fellow dancers. I was horrified—all of us were—but the village was kind enough not to blame us for bringing a demon into the world. We had more important problems.
The amulet she had broken was the Heart of the Gods, a powerful treasure stolen from a tribe that had held it against the will of the gods. Their sorcerers had decreed that by stealing the amulet, we bound our fate to the amulet. The prophecy they foretold is in the making; when you hear this, it will be fulfilled.
“When the Black Panther breaks the Heart of the Gods, the Unstoppables will end until the Macaw rises again.”
We all know the tale of the Macaw, who saved the Temir from the flood by binding them in shark’s teeth to be planted in the first land he found. We remembered it then. We knew then that the Heart of the Gods had been broken and the Black Panther was my sister. Ebene had started out a pretty flower and turned into the Invisible Hunter, the monster every child has feared since the earliest stories they were told. And that meant that we would stop. We would fall. And we were right. Within days, the outermost villages were on the run, fleeing towards the capital. We had to leave soon, too—the miash was ruined and the armies of the neighboring tribes—the pointy-eared creatures with the thick tails—were closing in fast, wiping us out totally. We were being crushed; our children were dying. We fled towards A’Tow for a final stand…and I had a vision. And so did the gashei.
A macaw reached towards me and, its eyes purple like the stones in the Heart of the Gods, it flew into me and carried me above the world on its wings. This is your place, it whispered to me, its voice comforting and powerful. You will see all this world and you will be A’Ka. I told the gashei and A’Gash my vision as soon as I could; with wonder, they realized that I was the Macaw, and that the fate of the Temir A’Kamri was in my hands. They prepared me in the last of our miashei, speaking the last of their spells over me. The Heart of the Gods had given magic to our people long ago, and with it broken and its power taken from our lands, we were fast losing it; we could no longer use the magic our ancestors used, as we had done before. These were the last spells of our race for a long time.
We went to battle the next day. And I battled alongside my brothers. I was not the only hunter who became a warrior that day, but I was the victor even in defeat. When the A’Gash fell to an opponent’s spear, the magic took effect; the bodies of our soldiers fell on the battlefield, their souls kept protected in the sharktooth amulet I bear, just as Macaw did at the beginning of time. All of the Temir A’Kamri were pulled into the amulet. I slipped from the battlefield, narrowly avoiding my foes as they pursued me. When I had crossed the Sartri A’Tasei, they stopped and laughed to see me flee. They did not know what I carried. They did not know what I would do.
And I did not know I would be following in Ebene’s pawprints. I wandered around the jungles for months before leaving, and found that wherever I went, a few months before my sister had been there, learning from the shamans, the witch doctors, the sorcerers, everyone who had any magic at all. I heard her name change; Ebene Pa’das, Ebene Pardus, Ebony Pardus. I asked what the name meant, and I was not surprised to hear them tell that it meant Black Panther. My named changed, too, as I left the Temikakamri language behind, one of the last speakers of the language: Macaw Pa’das. I would keep my family’s name, but I would take the name that, in the commonest tongue in the lands I traveled into, proclaimed me for what I am.
I am here now. And I have passed this tale on to you. When I die, the spirits of the Temir A’Kamri will be released, and we will live once more.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 7:41 am
Of course, it was not the first building of its kind Macaw Pa’das had seen—you didn’t get far traveling through the world before you saw buildings such as this. Tall, two or three stories high, smelling strongly of noodles of all ages, from the bowls of ramen to the full-grown adults. All types were there, too—he could smell the stench of leathery wings as well as the odor of feathers. A thousand scents clamored for attention; it was obvious that this was a gathering place. And should he be all that surprised? Everyone he met had told him that this city was full of noodles of all nationalities, and that the shop was the center of most life.
Macaw slipped in the backdoor, making his way into the main room. This late at night, there was hardly anyone there; the rafters were, for the most part, empty, the cooks all gone home to rest. He was grateful for that; throughout his travels, he had had to meet too many other foxes, and he was getting tired of it all. Tired of making small talk with lesser noodles, tired of having people stare at him and ask questions. He stood out, even when he removed his crown; he was taller than most other noodles, and his ears and tail were odd. Sure, there had been other cat-like noodles here and there, but they were not like panthers like the A’kamri…
The A’kamri! His people! How he wished he could see one of the Temir A’kamri once again…But wishes are wriggling eels, twisting and turning in your grip, treacherous and deceitful, and they always knew when to bite and cling and give you what you thought you wanted. Because there was another A’kamri there.
She sat on the couch in conversation with a bat-winged female. She was tall, like Macaw, black all over with even darker spots that rippled and flowed. Her tail was curled around her ankles and her rounded ears flicked now and again. She was the right shape, more or less. But the more was a pair of purple bat-wings and golden horns that were sickeningly familiar.
Ebene Pa’das, the Witch of Ka’ana Mitow. His little sister. The one without whom he would not have had to make this ridiculous journey, without whom his people would still be alive, without whom Macaw could still be hunting in the forest with his friends. He felt the peculiar sensation that all form and, indeed, all substance had left his mind, barreling down, instead, into his arms. His fingers clenched and his legs trembled, his heart slamming against his ribs. He had to say something—if he did not, he would burst from the pressure in his body, from the electricity in his limbs. He had to say something to Ebene, something to grab her attention and let her know how much he hated her now. He had several options. He went, not for the first or even second thing to pop to mind, but the…yes, it must have been the seventh. That way, it had had time to look at the others ahead of it and be unique.
“Another one for the bed, Ebene?” he asked in Temikakamri, their native tongue.
It must have been a good one, because the look Ebony gave him when she whirled around to face him, beneath the shock was one of shocked fury. The “demonic” sitting behind her stared with wide-open eyes; he would say that she it was surprise to see him if not for the fact that she looked as if she was blushing under that slightly angry look.
Ebene slowly stood up, spreading her wings wide. She wore no good-luck bracelet, no earring or nosering; just three clanking gold bangles, studded with dark amethysts. The way she stood with her tail lashing back and forth and her wings spread out would have reminded someone less enraged and in a better position to think before they acted of a particularly vindictive thundercloud. As it was, Macaw was in no position to do anything so complex.
“That’s what you do now, don’t you? What’s it like, witchcraft?” he continued in a conversational tone while his sister was still too flustered to give her emotions shape. “What’s it like to drain the life from your victims until they depend on you for their energy?”
Ebene’s eyes narrowed and a growl began in her throat that curled her lip back from her fangs. “What is it like to wander aimlessly through the woods with a big, stupid grin on your face as you let the people back home be unprotected from their guardians?” she snarled in return.
Her words made no sense—meant to be meaningful, but hollow like a rotten tree. Macaw laughed, ignoring as his sister’s eyes grew bright with an inner fire of disbelief and ferocity. “Your mind’s gone empty with your power,” he said. His eyes glittered, and it wasn’t just with delight to see her limbs fill with the same energy his were bursting with. They were also filled with bitter venom. She left us for dead to be eaten by our enemies! I am the only one left of our race, and she could not care less! “Empty like your soul. I wonder, did it even bother you when we collapsed into nothingness?” He said the last in a low voice. “Did it bother you that you were leaving us to our death? Leaving us in ruin, cut off from the gods? You’ve done many cruel things, Ebene, but that’s the worst.”
The other noodle’s eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth, but the witch held up a hand. Instantly, the stranger grew silent. “Did it bother me…” Ebene said slowly. “Did it bother me to leave you with no temple? No more place where the priests could rape young women while the rest of the village turned a blind eye? Just because that’s how it had always been? Did it bother me that I cut you off from gods who should have protected us? Protected the young women who tried to please them and just ended up being forced to please their voices?”
What does she mean? Her words make no sense. Is she saying the priests raped the dancers? Is that why she destroyed the temple? Why would they do that? They wouldn’t, that’s why! Macaw shook his head to mask the humor leaving him. How dare she! How dare she make an accusation like that! The energy turned from gold to lead in his body, and it was all he could do to draw the words slowly into breath. “I was wrong. Your soul is full. Full of lies. If the priests had raped you, Ebene, I wish they had done it until all traces of your blasphemy had left your sinful body.” He could no longer stand the sight of her. Her eyes had grown wide, like cracked purple gems, and the play of emotions behind them were so fast and complicated that he could no longer read them. And why try? They were just lies. That’s what a witch was. Endless lies. He turned away from her, back towards the door. He would find a different place, or, if this was a good place for the tribe to begin a new life, he would find another time to meet allies, when there were more noodles and less filth. “Farewell, sister,” he murmured. “Excuse me, but the sight of you sickens my soul.”
“All that you hate clings to your soul like leeches of fire!!”
The screech came from behind him, coupled with another voice screaming in Temikakamri, “Mamri, no!”
The next thing Macaw knew, two invisible warriors had rammed twin infernos carved into spears into his back, twisting and jerking them until the bones were wrenched out of his shoulders. The pain was…unbelievable. His bones felt strained and he could feel muscles forced out of the way, blood vessels ripped from their moorings as something grew out of his back. Macaw collapsed to the ground, writhing as the spears dragged his bones back, back, the skin on his back bursting open with spouts of blood that were hot on his back, splattering on the wooden floor like distant drums. The pounding of his heart in his ears almost drowned out any sensation, except for the coppery one in his mouth from where he had bitten deep into his tongue, and the dizzy feeling as he tried to figure out whether the floor was below him or a wall in front of him.
He could hardly breathe, but the ordeal was, at long last, over. His back was in pain, and his shoulders felt exhausted and strained as if he’d lifted an entire temple with his arms. He couldn’t move—or so he thought, until he felt something soft flop onto his shoulders. Before he knew what he was doing, he was sitting up, turning around and ‘round to see his assailant. But the unknown attacker was always out of sight behind him, waiting to take advantage of his injured back. Desperate to find his foe, he reached behind him—
—And grabbed a handful of feathers and flesh hard with his claws. He felt pain. And the spooky thing was, he didn’t know where the pain was. Somewhere…behind him…behind him…Macaw lifted the thing in his hand to his face. It was a macaw wing—bloodied, but the feathers still soft and bright. He continued to stare at it as he reached up and pinched it. It felt as if he had been pinched somewhere in that strange region that was inexplicably behind him and in front of him.
There was a laugh too close for comfort. Macaw jumped and looked up wildly. Ebene was standing in front of him, all six pairs of wings beating with amusement as, hands on hips, she laughed and laughed and laughed. He could dimly see the demonic female behind her, the one who spoke their language, looking on in horror, muttering over and over, faintly, to herself, “Mamri…Mamri…”
“You asked me what it’s like to be a witch?” Ebene cackled. “In two months, you tell me! Just a little curse from the sorceress Ebony Pardus!”
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 6:51 am
Temikakamri Dictionary
ck—click
rr—rolled r
-ei—plural
Mamri—Mother
Mamrigash—Grandmother (literally, “Proven Mother”)
Emor—We (proceeding a descriptive statement, such as, “We are in trouble.”)
Emoret—We (proceeding a statement of action, such as, “We are about to get into trouble.”)
Ackga—Are (we)
Aganta—Should
Kuur—Have/has
Arrtla—Sex (the r is rolled)
Kurotok—Death
Pa’das—Vine
Ebene—Beautiful
A’ka—Macaw (literally “unstoppable fire/light.”)
Kamri—Father
A’—Prefix meaning unstoppable; added to names
Mi’—Prefix meaning sacred; added to names
Ka—Fire, light
Temir—People
Temir A’Kamri—People of the Unstoppable Father
Tow—Village without a temple
Mi’Tow—Village with a temple
A’Tow—Capital; also the name of the capital village of the Temir A’Kamri. Home of their chief
Ana—Opening
Ka’ana Mi’Tow—A village of the Temir A’Kamri (literally, “Light-Opening Sacred Village.” Named for the temple and the fact that it lies in a large clearing in otherwise dark and lightless jungle)
Temik—Language
Temikakamri—Language spoken by the Temir A’Kamri
Miash—Sacred place
Ash—Place
Gash—adj.: proven; noun: priest
A’Gash—Chief; literally “Unstoppable Priest”
Sartri—River
Tas—Tear
Sartri A’Tasei—A wide river that ran around the western border of the Temir A’Kamri’s lands (literally, “The River of Unstoppable Tears.” It was believed that anyone who crossed the river would never cross it again)
Kurotok--Death
A'Mamrigash--great-grandmother or other ancestress
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 5:15 pm
The Temir A’Kamri
The Temir A’Kamri’s exact past is shrouded in myth and legend; even their home’s exact location is a mystery to the A’Kamri themselves. Their homeland, as it turns out, is another world, reachable by portals that can only be passed if one does not know what they are—unless they possess great magical ability. Their world is a little smaller than Earth, covered in dense jungle and thick forest. What little is not forest is covered by sweeping oceans.
The homeland of the A’Kamri is surrounded by two rivers—the River of Unstoppable Tears to the west and the Shining River to the east. A spine of mountains dips into their territory to the north, with an ancient road winding down the east bank of the Shining River always in sight, stopping at ruins near where the two rivers almost converge. The road and the ruins are thought to have been built by a people who were, long ago, taken away by demons. The truth is that they were pushed out by the A’Kamri, who came from the north along the mountains hundreds of years ago. They defeated the tribes in the area, killing and enslaving them all, and have started to push out onto the lands on the other side of the Shining River. They do not dare cross the River of Unstoppable Tears to the west; it is believed that anyone who crosses that river will never return.
The A’Kamri are different from “normal” noodles in several ways; they tend to be a bit taller (closer to Spartan height), they have long, cat-like tails, rounded ears, leopard spots, retractable claws, and split-pupiled eyes. They view the pointed, tufted ears, fluffy tails, and round pupils of other breeds to be bizarre and unsettling; the tribes they have defeated on either side of the river tend to belong to the normal races, so they also tend to feel superior to others. Two uncommon traits that pop up in their species are non-retractable claws and ankle-wings. While ankle-wings are seen to be a sign of divine providence and designate the individual for holy work, non-retractable claws are seen as a sign of evil, and not the sort of evil that you can kick around or beat up or defeat. It’s a sign that the child has connections to demons. Children like this are usually taken into the mountains and put into caves with enough food to last them until they are grown, and told that, when the food runs out, they must leave the A’Kamri lands forever. Keeping the child could attract demons; hurting them could cause the child to become angry, so they must be banished, but in as polite a way as possible.
They also believe that at first, the world was flooded (pretty much every culture has this myth, actually) and while the noodles were helpless, some of the animals were not. The three strongest animals—Shark, Leopard, and Macaw—had a council to decide how to help them. They decided to lift the people out of the ocean and carry them to land. Shark volunteered her teeth to carry them on; Leopard volunteered to use her stripes to bind them to the teeth. Macaw carried the people on a string of shark’s teeth and flew over the ocean searching for land, staying in the sky for so long that the sun burned his feathers. When he found it, he sewed the shark’s teeth into the soil and the noodles came back to life. In honor of their bravery and quick-thinking, the gods rewarded Shark with teeth that regrow, Leopard with new markings that are round to represent the ties to the teeth, and Macaw with bright feathers to represent the fire he endured and the ocean he searched.
The two animals most revered by the A’Kamri are the leopard and the macaw, mostly because of this myth; but the Leopard is also revered because, according to the myth, some of the noodles revered her so much for her help that they used the teeth to change their form. They became the A’Kamri (strangely, myths have little else to say about Shark). All villages are surrounded by walls, usually of stone, brightly painted, that often tell myths; Macaw and Leopard are often painted on the gates. The villages themselves are usually circles of houses of various material—wood, mud, rushes, stone—surrounding a central plaza.
The gods of the A’Kamri are difficult to understand; there seem to have once been an even mixture of gods and goddesses, most of them nature deities, but now there are mostly gods, probably due to a shift towards a patriarchal society. Most people worship one or two minor gods and spirits in shrines in their home; there are also shrines at the gates of all villages. A few villages, called mi’tows, have full-fledged temples occupied by priests and their families. Priests are easily identifiable by their ankle-wings; no one can become a priest without them. Females with the ankle-wings become dancers for the temple. Barbarically, dancers that attract priestly eyes are raped; some of them die for resisting, others become the wives of priests and live sad, lonely, isolated lives having children that go through the same cycle again and again.
According to their beliefs, evil spirits (who are completely sexless and therefore incapable of having children themselves) enjoy stealing children, but can only do so at various times, when they’re weak: at the time bowls first appear and when the kits emerge. The only protection at these times that can be given are dreams; the dreams of parents are powerful spells against the evil spirits. Before bowls appear, their father dreams about them; before they sparkle, their mother dreams about them. Every time their child is about to be in peril, one or both of the parents will dream about them. Grandparents and great-grandparents, even, will dream about them; the more descendants a person has, the more power (and accuracy) their dreams gain (note: their dreams can only protect against the supernatural; dreaming about your child getting hit with a shovel will not protect them). Children without parents—orphans, those who were disowned, those who are estranged or lost—have no protection from evil; they must be adopted to keep them safe. Adopting children without parents is a very common and highly encouraged act of generosity. Whether these superstitions about dreams are true or not, all properly raised A'Kamri believe in them.
It is perhaps the very specifics of the first two dream spells—father, then mother—that lead to their dark beliefs about homosexuality. Since two parents cannot dream about their children simultaneously the first time, the children are left unprotected. Homosexuals (their word for it best translates to “witch”) are believed to be evil because they leave their children vulnerable; an act of betrayal and indifference that can only occur because they sold their souls to demons for a little bit of power. Witches, even those without children (because, as anyone who’s spent enough time at TLN knows, just because you don’t try for children doesn’t mean you won’t get them—You know who I’m talking about, Mr. I’m-Still-A-Virgin-But-I-Have-Great-Great-Grandchildren), are sacrificed. It’s believed that homosexuality is an STD.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 9:30 am
I’m lookin’ for a very complicated plot indeed!
[GASP] Geyser has an actual PLOT in mind and not just a general vague idea?
Yes, children, I have…plans for Macaw.
You see, among Macaw’s people, the A’kamri, homosexuality is considered not just a sin, but an actual evil, an act of black magic. Homosexuals or “witches” as they were often called, were usually sacrificed or executed or something like that. Macaw was mortified to find out that his sister was a raging lesbian. As such, he and the rest of his family disowned her. A few years later, after the rest of their people had been wiped out and Ebony had become a powerful sorceress and well-established at the Shop, Macaw found her and confronted her with her “evil ways.” Ebony responded by blasting him with a curse that turned him into all the things he “hated”—an angelic and quite gay.
Macaw is now horrified at what he’s become, so first he’s going to go through the classic “Closet” phase of homosexuality: firmly entrenched in the closet, he’s going to seek out a female mate—preferably a normal, or otherwise wingless. He’ll try desperately to actually love her (while pretending to, in fact, love her); and, sometimes, he’ll feel so lonely and so confused, that he’ll allow himself a little “vice”: he’ll have an affair with another male that he truly does love (points if they have wings, even more points if they’re demonic). After he and his female mate have bowls, he’ll be even more upset and confused and spend even more time with his lover. And she’ll discover that he’s been cheating on her.
Insert his admitting to be gay, insert his declaration of undying love to his lover, and, eventually, settling down with his male mate (and reconciliation with his sister and her family, yay!)
…So, to strip this down, I’ll need two noodles:
1: Female. Preferably wingless. Edits might be nice, but nice colors are also…nice. She’ll need to love him (or at least, it would be nice if she loved him). She has to be the sort that he would look back and say: none of my family could complain if I took her as a mate. Well…they’d eventually stop complaining. Anyway, you’d get first pick of their kids.
2: Male. Preferably demonic. Someone who also loves him, but is willing to accept his fear of what he is. And always be there for him, through thick and thin. He has a prophecy that he must fulfill, and he doesn’t want to do it alone.Bucati Do you have any preferences for the male in A'ka's plot, other than demonic? D; I'm mega interested, but the only demonic male I have is already lifemated. Geyser Eelborn Well, I don't have any preferences at all--but I prefer winged because of Macaw's hatred for wings (if his lover has wings, he'll slowly get over this, but if his lover does not, he'll probably continue to hate wings and refuse to do anything with his wings--which could be fun for more plots, come to think of it). The reason I like the idea of demonic especially is that Macaw's sister is a demonic, and if his lover was a demonic, he would find reconciliation with her even easier. Really, though? It's the personality that counts (though I want them to look good with each other. They will be lifemates eventually, after all).
…I ought to be shot.
People interested in me include
1: Jealousea--Pixel-x-bunny, Rhea's Aria (?), Bouncy's Magius, Bun's Setsuko
2: Xylander--Bucati, Frez's Katsuo, Pix's Kyoujin, Pix's Dante
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 5:20 pm
Name: Mitas
Species: Dragon
Drink: Breath of Life Sake
Gender: Female
Noodle: Aka “Macaw” Pa’das
Type: Pet
About: Mitas is a sweet breath of home who keeps Macaw company. She’s one of his few friends whom he feels judges him fairly—little does he know how much she disapproves of his homophobia.
Posts in: goldenrod with medium sea green
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 5:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:33 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:34 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:35 am
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