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[Hibiscus Mist]

UPDATED! As it is, I will do my best to keep this thread to my current writing style. I will note if something has been used or not, and what it applies to. If something is old and I feel particularly proud of it, that will also be seen to stay as well.  

[Hibiscus Mist]

OC History

Hush now dears, you see the face before you, the face that is no face at all. That which is taken by the skull of her most hated one... yes yes Rival, this one hears your words, but worry not. These are not destined for the jaws of his greatness, he who is above all, who is the maker of life and the giver of death.
Listen well scared one, you who reeks of the terror that this one devours. If you are good, perhaps she will not take you for a meal as is right to the order of these blackened woods. She will not repeat herself, so listen to her well...

Born to parents who followed Khan to the end of their days, which might have come or not (this one neither knows or cares, for the makers of her orb nor the false thing they so called a god), the name of Purple-sister-shaa was set upon her. As by rule of the great one, the black god, it is not to ever be spoken again. She does not like the wrath he might reign down for something that is obviously not meant to be said. Now, the words that were set upon her as she was named were that she was 'destined to be great, like a Thorn in the side of all whom oppose the creator Khan,' whom she knows now to be a true false thing. A god would not have let something so terrible befall such a loyal subject that your dear one here, guardian sister-shaa, had been. Still she is loyal! But not to the ordo-sniffing thing that was the moons that watched those born under it.

No no, she is only to listen to his greatness. But this comes later in her story, yes, so please stop that delicious whine-song, the faceless sister may change her mind and eat you now.

Where was she though? Ah, yes, the false believers. They are of little importance now, though she must give them thanks for setting the foundation for her ability to slaughter so well those that turn away from the true god, his greatness and the one above he. But again, we shall reach the appearance of the one-above-the-one-above-all. For now, we will come to her trainings. For the first moons, she was told the lies of Khan, how it was HE who created the sun female called S'feena, how it was she who betrayed him and regarded his gift as naught. HAH! Do you hear it!? This one LAUGHS at the lies! HAH! The female indeed began to roll on the drey, but only as much as her spikes would allow. Such hysterics she was in, though she halted.

Ah...yes she was speaking. Many thanks to you dearest Rival~, she who has given face to the faceless guardian sister. She was still giggling as she sat up, looking to the few cowering before her, just outside her home.It was but a moon before she aged that training began, and though the moonling years she learned much, so much, and began to make allies, not friends as they regarded themselves. Pittiful things. Three toe, such a gullible female, Arifielackt, such a cowardly one of magics fit only for those of deepest shadowed belief, but Xiimaiel, what a horrible mess, spikes growing only when he was nearly full grown! HAH! What weakness.

Together we had trained the magics, stone with two, ice and dark merging together in a deadly play for any unlucky enough to find us...yes it was delicious. Hunting and battling, both were trivial and boring to us all... but once we were adults, a more fitting challenge set upon us. To find strong fitting males or females who would be able to souldance only the strongest of orbs, which would not fail to become great within the pack, growing strong and loyal. Now see, this one felt she had found the right one.

He was an ice, strong and tall able to move the drey with every step. His name was Finchinkiras, a strong name for a strong male. He used no magics, or did so rarely, killing those that were unworthy to see the sky with little effort! Glorious it was! This one drools at the thought of such easy kills. She licked her maw, eying the smallest hungrily. But a moment later, a frown set upon her face.

He did not appreciate his gift... He did not ENJOY the kill, savor the blood that stained pelt, tooth, claw, and spike! A disgrace! He would listen to the tales this one would tell, hear the stories of the destruction she and her allies would wreak upon the passing sunborn, and looke DISGUSTED! A snarl ripped from her maw as she lashed out, magics raising the Drey around them and pinning the two male moonlings down, breaking one's wing and the other's left foreleg. Her jaws closed around the small female, who yelped and pleaded for her life. She got pinned to the drey by the skull wearing female's forepaws, she who grinned down with blood dripping from her maw.

The time we spent was a great many moons. The pack began to congratulate us upon becoming the mates that we were not. It had confused the ice, made him stare and shift away when this one stepped up to him... It made her worry, oh what a FOOL she was to worry. His leavings as well, she was a fool to think he was finding a den for them to share, oh no no no, such a lie. A LIE! She growled more, Paw crushing the female under her, a bone snapping as she ignored the creature writhing and biting at the paws that kept her from escaping.

He was not doing that, searching for the den that was so elusive to this one's mind, no no. He had left each night until dawn was well passed... do you know why?! She looked to the two males before her, eyes wide, growling at them, fangs unseen under the mask that hid her face, making her look like a death creature, like the death creature she was.HE WAS SEEING A CURSED SUNBORN! ONE WHOM WAS TAUGHT TAINTED TO ALL IN THE PACK! Another snap had the one under her paws gasping for air she would not get, paw pressing bones into breaking further.Yes yes, Rival it was you! You do? OH YOU REMEMBER! Yes yes, it was you, who looked like the sun itself, who smiled in such a horrid way...

She grinned, saliva seeping from her maw. A dark chuckle rose in her as she closed her mouth around the head of the female under her, and with more pressure, broke her skull with a rumble of pleasure.No longer does rival smile. No longer does she walk... She who caused this one to preform such an atrocity, such a GRIEVANCE! Blood dripped away as she spoke, a new snarl rising in her chest.SHE WHO CAUSED THIS ONE TO KILL THE MALE SHE WISHED TO TAKE AS A MATE! Rival you nasty nasty thing, you stay still just to plight me, make me ill with regret.... no no, you don't do this any longer... She has you forever and forever...

She grinned in her ill way, sick with the craziness that came with the pack of the Death Troop. With the mind-numbing-illness that was the words of Wy`ziot.That day, this one was walking. She did not intend to find anything, just simply walk without need to think of those who were so kind, who told her she must wait, that he would return and pups would come with the next season... Her voice grew dark, the moonlings before her began to whimper, their sister now dead, they did not want to lose eachother. It was unerving for them to watch as their sister was devoured slowly then, Fade Thorn's hunger growing too much for her to ignore.

She found them then. He, the ice whom had been the object of her affections, smiling and laughing and looking to another with the false affections of love. She broke a bone in her mouth.And Rival, she who shone like the disgusting sun above, who smiled and looked back with that same false emotion... YOU DISGUST ME.She roared, maiming the dead below her, standing and biting with snarling maw until the female was nothing but a pelt with no head and many holes.

With rage she did it. She sent the mountainside falling down, driving boulders and death upon the two below, but it was SHE that could fly, and HE who was killed. She looked up.He of the strength, the only one that had been worthy to be chosen by Guardian-sister! He was dead! Crushed beneath the very stone that she commanded.... KILLED. She shook, a new grin showing on her face.

She ran then, turned and ran and ran and ran and did not look back. Her god, the one she HAD believed in, had failed her, had let the cursed one live and the pure born DIE. A manic, shaking laugh began to slip away from her, eyes wide, insanity showing in true for the first time in many cycles. She pressed nose to nose with one of the remaining moonlings.

She found him then. And all was saved.

She had run. Run and run and run and run. Until her paws were bleeding and her mind hastened her to turn and leave the place she had found. You see, it was black in the place she entered. So black, so dead so... so beautiful. She looked away with a caring gaze at a dead plant. She did not see the beauty at the time, but she heard the sounds of the forest, the whispers that were truth.

She noticed the eyes of her new family, those that she felt were dangerous, that were death, and life, and eaters of the tainted. The eyes watched her, knowing but not knowing, seeing without finding who this was because none in the forest had a name, even the dead. That was when he had appeared. She cackled to the sky before the drey took further hold on the brothers, squeezing them until they could barely breathe.

He appeared, he-who-is-above-all. Wy`ziot is his name, his face that of none at all,a great skull of a dragon upon his proud head, a knowing eye hidden behind it. He knew this one to be coming, but knew not to scare her for she was a sister. Soon to be within the pack. She grinned. He spoke the words, his fangs buried in her neck as he let her know what must be done to learn the truth, to listen to the real god, to be redeemed for the terrible sins that she had committed in listening to the words of the false ones!

The pair were trying to get away, digging at the dirt in panic as their sister's blood reached them, spurring the terror. Fade Thorn looked on with a gleed grin. She learned his teachings in that one moment. That pain was joy and emotion was weakness. That food was to be the false ones, the sinners and the fearing. Through his words she learned where her skull would lie and when it would soon rest atop her head, if she were worthy of such a trophy.

With his word, she had a week to return to the birthland and claim her prize, find the rival and destroy her, return with her head and prove she was worthy to be a bringer of death, taker of life. To have no name nor face, and be one with the group whom would love her as she were family, but not devote to her with the false love that was meant to be for those that knew not of his greatness. She smashed her long tail into the drey, the heavy stone making cracks where it hit.

She ran back, returning with her goal. A trivial thing to do, yes, but she had done it. Her chest was aching, but with the new joy that there was one out there to believe in, to know what was real and what was not. The mad one, she had followed unbeknownst to this one, but it was all for the best of the pack. To have such a sinner mock the Death Walkers would be blasphemous and an insult to the power that is held!

Upon returning was when this one found the cursed thing. She had stayed back, for the whole day and night that this one had been away, and the day and night that it took for her to return, by the bleeding rocks that had claimed the ice male's life. She grinned again, paws dancing on the bloody puddle of mud and fur and bone.

She was a fool! Sitting there, mourning the loss of one who was not missed by any! He had no family, he had nothing! This one had done the horrible titan a kindness and taken the life that had been so wrongly given to him! Sister-shaa did nothing kind, she lept upon the flighted one and broke the wings that had been so beautiful, tore the pelt and let the life blood seep from her veins! A glorious slaughter it was, and a grand battle as she fought back with the forces of the sky against my skill with the Drey.

She cackled and danced more,tearing the pelt under her, making the two whimper as the drey held tighter and tighter. She was no match! Her head was in my maw soon, and she returned to the lands, seeing her god and her family, her new loving family, waiting for her in the whispering darkness of the death forest. So great it was, her head was bowed and he let her perform the right that were then her's to perform. She licked her maw again.

She was one of them then, walking among death and all that was glorious of it, listening to the words of the Black Aershaa's home, his words taking her dreams and scoring them with blood and the victories that she was destined to have... It was a glorious thing.



This one was a part of the Death Troop, and she has not met the Black Aershaa, not until it is her time... She grinned more, looking to the two she had almost suffocated. You will. But he will not. Spread the tales of the bringers of death! Of the black forest where all should beware! With a simple thought, one was set free while the other was crushed by her magics, stones pelting the freed away.




She is one of The Death Troop, and this is her way.  

[Hibiscus Mist]

Story: The Fall of Aerithe/The Arrival At Theia (Used)

It has been a great while since any have spoken the name Aerithe. Even longer since any have even settled their minds upon the manner in which it had fallen. But fall it did, the wold collapsing, doomed to a cease of existence within a vast universe filled with other lands and other gods and goddesses. It was to these that the falling world sought assistance, the cataclysm in which brought a hail of flame and a torrent of ice over the shaking lands.

The goddess, her powers focused upon the sleep of her children, reached out, calling her right arm to her side. She knew this disaster, something unseen by any and sudden in appearance, was not to be stopped by her hands, nor the hands of her unmoving kin. So, to Ajanta, she gave a single gift with the power she could spare. A gift to settle upon the land, showing to those that lived upon the creation, whom looked to the skies now blocked by cloud and smoke, by hail and storm.

To Aerithe she went, settling to the land and calling to the inhabitants, spreading the limited gift of motion to those that could contain it, and leaving with them following, unknowing of what might come to their path as they left the falling world behind, taking strength that was offered as they moved throughout the lands that had never before been seen with their eyes. Fear drove their hooves, fueled each step, each look to the severed right arm before them, some casting glances behind at the world that shrank behind them, once seen as a beautiful place, but was quickly falling as it crumbled.

None were watching when the goddess herself fell with her land, using herself to ease the pain of her land, tears falling as she brought her children with her, leaving only a bright star in the sky to remember what had once been.

Ajanta continued with the creations, their joint travel wearing away the magic they had been given. Each step that settled down brought them to their knees, making them halt as the progress became too great a challenge. It was then that a light was seen, a possible ray of hope that brought the keeper of the last knowledge of Aerithe to her feet, urging the last of the fallen land to follow her just a bit longer, to just reach that light in the distance.

As it was with the light, they knew not who or what it was. Sol she called herself, pressing warmth into those who were before her, giving them just enough strength to come to the land that was made by her daughter, offering rest, solace, and life to those who had lost it all.

Ajanta brought the Kirin following her to the land, telling them all to rest as they settled upon the new ground under their hooves and get used to their new home. With gracious words and tired muscles, they lay upon the ground of their new home, choosing then to rest and only rest, leaving their guide to step back into her place in the universe, finding the goddess Theia.

With her she spoke and offered her services as to repay the mother for the gracious present, for the solace given. A home had been found after so long, after so much travel, they were all finally at the end of a journey they'd never before expected to see. To have the gift of the library added within, to keep track of the lives and the events of the land had become Ajanta's job yet again, reminding her of the one she would never forget.

Years passed as things began to settle down, the disaster faded into the back of the minds of many, hearts holding the memory of the turmoil, letting it rise when a foal, trapped in such a stage, was seen. It had been found out that the powers gifted by the dying goddess had unsettled something in their balance, bringing them to a forever young state. These foals were seen and held as blessed ones, touched by the final kisses of their beloved. Now, only the record keeper remembers what has happened to the lands they had originated from, but none know the fate of the goddess, thinking her to still be out there. Which they were right, her spirit still there in the hearts of those that she gave life to, her memory in their minds, and her image now the brightest star in the night sky.  

[Hibiscus Mist]

Story/Lore: The Creation (Used in Theia)

If you were to ask, any might say that Theia was created by their Goddess of the land, Theia herself whom let her creations choose to name the land as they pleased. But this is not so. It was the mother of warmth, the creator of life that made the life, the goddess Sol, whom had brought the goddess Theia and her sisters to the vast darkened world. It was her birth that set forth the five goddesses, each of whom giving a present to another sister they had. The first of whom, resting furthest from her mother, was called Imyeida, a chilly tempered female with a heart that held warmth, despite her chilled home and mood. The second, Kilsiitre, rests nearest to their mother, personality and temper both as hot as the lands that hold her throne. The third, whom fell near Imyeida, was called Sisriki, calm and loving, whom settles within her ocean-like home and watches over so many of her creations. The second youngest was found to be near the middle child, upon a land of forest and lush green planes. Heirileia was often found moving about, settled with her fruit trees and singing to the plants.

The last to come, was our very own Goddess Theia, whom had little, settled near Kilsiitre, though not so close as to touch that fire of influence. Her lands were not so developed, and upon each of her sisters, she looked upon and felt sorrow. She had no beautiful oceans, she had no wonderous land of greenery of beautiful peaks of ice and snow, there was warmth but nothing as hot as her neighboring sister. The four she knew then looked to each other, and gave gifts. From Imyeida, the frosts that covered the lands above and below, giving a gift of direction with the snow and ice.

From Kilsiitre, the scorched land known as Gradak, though then it was far more vast, only calmed to settle as it is now once Sisriki settled the gift of ocean and rain to the land of their youngest sister, scolding her elder for such a selfish gift. Heirileia settled her seeds over the land of Theia, the seeds growing into the forests and plants that are so present today. But such a land made unknown watchers envious. Many dark beings plotted to steal from the lands that Sol had birthed with each daughter, and none had protectors against such a thing. In her rest, Sol sensed the rising danger, and willed into action a series of events.

Such events sent forth the moons, the guardians of each planet settled within, giving the gift of day and night. Through their fight, their defending, they each began to fall, but not without finishing a protective spell. When it was to wear out was unknown, but the loss of their guardians, who were becoming close and dear friends, settled the sisters to create new guardians, whom were not to fight, but to help and guide.

Theia's right arm had become one of her moons, whom had watched over the Kilen, created from the goddess' heart, beings of hoof and horn that didn't seem to be malicious in any way. They were whom named the lands, the plants, the smaller speechless creatures that existed alongside them. They made her happy, easy to settle with. Events were recorded by her right arm, different happenings and births... but the other, whom was a dear friend, soon found demise, protecting one of the Kilen from one of the dark beings whom sought to take the creation for its own enjoyment.

In her sorrow, Theia created Svebor, the one whom now guards the lost of Theia and leads them to their rightful home, his heart settled on serving the goddess that created him in this way. But not long after his creation came the fall of the right arm. Her battle left a strong guard over the land, unable to be broken as it was bound to the endless love the goddess had for her creations. Theia was too weak to make another to remember her fallen dear friend though, and mourned her loss.

It was through this that Theia became aware of a sister that had been born before the five that were there, Aerithe. It was a simple cry for help from further away, not so far as to be hidden forever, or be mistaken as the child of another though. Her children, her own moons created by her to seal away their destructive power, had overpowered the spell keeping them asleep, and she needed a guardian for those she had created, for the loved ones she had made. It was to Theia she sent them, who's home was most like her own, to watch and protect the Kirin she had brought life to.

Ajanta's arrival was not unwelcome, rather there was time there to settle and get used to the new friend, the new right arm of the woman who had lost her previous one. Her heart was again full, and with the new coming to rest and settle after a tiring treck, leaving their old goddess as a watchful star in the sky, easing hearts and minds. Aerithe had thanks to give, finding a seat upon her world, iced over with a lovely glow to again contain her children, awaiting the time when she might rise again and accept back her Kirin.

Darkness had come, and a surprise had been seen, life was going on and few were known, the sisters were wondering if there were others further away that they could not see, but that was all to be seen another time. After all, there was more of the dark ones to be seen. Always waiting, and wanting what was never in their hold.