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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:01 pm
Breath of Flame
Kaen's Jokoa` journal
Up for RP: Acantha, Kuragari, Laure'maranwe, Lalaith
Busy: ---
Ineligible: Sapphiredust (talk to Taki-di!), Lyra Hiemalis (talk to Adona Benedicta!)
Last updated: January 13, 2009
Currently needs updating: Nothing major, but I need arpeez.
[Table of Contents]
1......... Introduction and News
2......... Miscellaneous
3......... Kuragari: God of Fear
4......... Beginnings
5......... Acantha: Dreams of the Past
6......... Background
7......... Laure'maranwe: Quest for Knowledge
8......... Lalaith: Lost Flight
9......... The Journey
10....... Sapphiredust
11....... Lyra Hiemalis
[News]
01.02.09 || Happy new year! 2009 brings with it a beautiful herald angel, who I'm co-owning with Adona <3
08.15.08 || Finally started Rob Anybody quest, which I've been meaning to do for a while now.
07.27.08 || Boxxu poppered! His name is Sapphiredust. x3
07.15.08 || won a mysteryboxxu during Ferret's birthday event, and co-owned it with Taki-di <3
06.01.08 || won Lalaith in the Spring Event's roleplay contest, and co-owned her with Ferrets <3
04.26.08 || Revien accepted my bribe for Laure - my first custom evarr!
02.04.08 || Whoa! Kura's an adult, and he looks so awesome! <33
01.21.08 || moved journal to new guild
01.16.08 || Kuragari grew to kit stage
12.30.07 || created journal (in old guild)
09.19.07 || won Acantha in a Dreamer's Event auction
08.21.07 || won Kuragari in a roleplay contest! He's my first ever B/C pet, and my baby~ <33
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:04 pm
Miscellaneous
(The home of plushies and other things)
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:10 pm
Kuragari: God of Fear
as darkness chills the heart and soul
and mortals weep with fear… Name meaning: “darkness,” Japanese
Personality: Detached
Parents: Pravus and De’taila’ketra
Siblings: Arawn, Lilith Malandra, Keisha (and many, many more half-siblings, and nieces, and nephews, and...)
Cert: [x]
Past stages: [box] [kit]
Being the God of Fear, Kuragari has the ability to feed on the fear of those around him. It’s more of a physical need, actually; if he didn't do so he would literally die of starvation. Of course, this has the unfortunate side effect of excruciating mental agony for the other ulaya as he or she is forced to relive their worst fears and memories one after the other.
They do recover. Eventually. And when they do, their original fears have been washed out to nothing but faint memories - to be replaced by fear of the one who caused them pain.
As a kit coming to terms with what he must do to survive, Kuragari was often racked by guilt over his actions. But with time comes acceptance of all things - and even enjoyment. His personality as an adult, though still largely in development, is quite a bit more dangerous and uninhibited by guilt than when he was younger. Kaen wrote up a story for fun to explore his personality and what he might seem like to other ulaya in her journal. >3
Other powers: Ability to manipulate shadow, though he's only now discovering how to do this; more may follow, though weaker ones.
Randomness:
--- Kuragari's chains only make a noise when he's feeling intense emotion of some kind, which is rare.
--- Limits on his power: It does not work on gods, obviously, or anyone with the smallest drop of god blood. And it's much more difficult for him to enter another's mind without eye contact, though he can sometimes force the other to look at him. More will come as he discovers them.
--- When he is asleep he dreams of the fears he has hunted, easily moving from one to another in something like a dance.---------------------------------------
Roleplays
Utter Chaos [Deadpool, Venom, Poison, Hachi, Taka... xD] || In progress
What quenches fire [Hachi] || In progress
Chaos + Fear = More Chaos? [Ranmyaku] || In progress
Of a shadowed heart [Lucretia] || In progress
A dark and fruitful night [Salvia] || Finished
Afraid...? Not even close. [Poison] || Finished
My Fears Are... [Seika] || Finished
I am Fear... [Nebulous] || In progress, possibly dead?
***Special Note: RPing with Kuragari could get a little complicated because of his ability. If you want to roleplay with him, I’d love to hash out ahead of time what will happen concerning it, if you have anything in mind. The way I think this would work is: I post that Kuragari reaches out to touch the Ulaya’s mind, then the other person would write what that Ulaya sees when he does so – whether he/she tries to push Kuragari away, what fears surface, etc. But his ability will probably end up being be more for character development purposes and happen with nonexistent Ulaya. ^.~
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:16 pm
dragonfire_kaen It was the hunger that had drawn Kuragari away. The gnawing, aching sensation in his chest made him restless, and finally he slipped away through the dark trees in search of something that would fill it.
The coolness between the trees and the dappled patterns of sunlight filtering through leaves high overhead were pleasant, and he would have enjoyed himself otherwise. But his paws seemed to move with a purpose that he did not yet understand, and the pain in his chest made him uneasy. There was something he needed to do.
As he continued on, he began to hear faint yips and squeals of pleasure from up ahead. Suddenly the forest broke out into a broad clearing dotted with dandelions and cornflowers. Three kits were leaping and tussling in the tall grass over a strip of cloth, occasionally breaking off to n** at each other's short tails.
Curious about this strange game, Kuragari padded silently out from behind a tree. At first the kits appeared not to notice the young godling crouched in the shadows, still tumbling over one another with joyous abandon. But eventually one looked up from tugging at another's ear and immediately dropped it in surprise. "Hey, look over there!"
They stopped their wriggling and stared at him with interest. He was certainly the most outlandish Ulaya they had ever seen. They were too young to have paid much attention to the stories of a litter of godlings, or they would have been more cautious.
"Do you want to play with us?" the one who had spotted him first asked finally. Kuragari said nothing. He had never seen such odd kits, with their bright coloring and innocent expressions. Actually, he had never seen non-godling kits at all, and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.
"What's your name?" another asked, after it was apparent he wasn't going to answer.
"Kuragari," he said slowly.
"I'm Amira! You're awful funny-looking," she said with glee. "Were you born like that? Where do you come from? Are there lots'and'lots of other Ulaya like you there? You sure you don't want to play with us?"
Confused by her barrage of questions, Kuragari wondered how to respond. The ache was growing stronger the longer he looked at them and his heart began to pound in anticipation. Not knowing how or why, he reached out his mind to touch Amira's. It seemed strange and alien, full of half-formed thoughts that danced away like brightly colored butterflies when he brushed past them. He dug deeper, pulled by the need. And found...
A door of dark wood, locked and barred, bound with heavy chains that fell away at his touch. The door swung open - and her deepest fears were released. They parted around him like a wave, flickering visions with snarling faces and glowing red eyes, and fell upon the now shaking kit.
He snagged one from the flow and found himself with a younger Amira in a barren field of rocks. On a dare she had come to the forbidden place when she was barely old enough to speak, and now the wind seemed to carry the howls of hungry wolves, every boulder hiding a shadowy form. The vision drained away, and Kuragari felt the ache in his chest fade as he absorbed the fear like a sponge.
He fell on the remaining nightmares with relish.
Amira had not had much to fear in her short lifetime. He was done in less than a minute, and withdrew to find himself back in the clearing. Only then did he notice how she was covered in sweat, the air still ringing from her squeals, the grass ripped apart from her frantic convulsions as the nightmares had converged upon her. The other two kits were staring at him with growing horror, their paws rooted to the ground.
He licked his lips uneasily. He had caused her pain.
"I... uh... I'm sorry," Kuragari said finally. "I didn't mean to..." He stopped, made as if to move forward. The smallest kit whimpered softly.
"Please," said the first kit, the one who had asked him to play. "L-leave us alone." Amira was still trembling violently, her eyes unseeing.
The words hit Kuragari hard. But as quickly as his shame and self-revulsion had come, they faded away, leaving him empty. He could hear paws pounding; the kits' parents coming to make sure they were all right. He bowed his head in acquiescence. "I won't trouble you again."
Then he turned and melted into the underbrush, disappearing as silently as he had come.
That night he dreamed the kit's fears. They howled and snatched at him with claws of shadow, but he danced nimbly away, leaping through dream fading into dream.
Fading into dream.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:19 pm
Acantha: Dreams of the Past
she who soars on the wings of myth
searching for solace in dreams of the past… Name meaning: “thorn,” nymph in Greek mythology
Personality: Pensive
Cert: [x]
Acantha is, in a word, distracted. Being a Dreamer of the past, she can generally be found with her nose in a history book or ancient manuscript, and frequently gets lost on historical tangents in the middle of a conversation. If you’re familiar with the Wheel of Time series (one of my all-time favorites), she's quite a bit like the stereotypical Brown sister. Immersing herself in her love of history is Acantha’s coping mechanism for the tragedy that resulted in her ascent to the Isle.
It is somewhat unclear whether the long-dead cultures she spends almost all her time researching actually exist, or whether they were invented by the Isle itself to fulfill her longings. Whatever the case, she doesn't seem to care much.
Randomness:
--- Acantha's visibility varies with her attention span. When she's deep in thought, she seems to flicker insubstantially like a candle flame, while if someone actually manages to pull her back to the present she becomes nearly solid. Generally she always feels solid to the touch, though.--------------------------------------
Roleplays Rain of secrets, secrets of death. [Azrael] || In progress
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:21 pm
Background Nothing yet!
(This will probably come up through roleplay flashbacks, as Acantha begins to allow herself to remember her past life as a normal Ulaya)
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(Once Kaen finds somebody to RP with her, anyway xD)
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:33 pm
Laure'maranwe: Quest for Knowledge
lalalaaa, couplet coming here when some decent inspiration hits~  Name meaning: "golden destiny," Sindarin
Personality: Passionate
Cert: [x]
In case you hadn't already gathered from her stated mood, Laure is a passionate ulaya.
Very… passionate. At her best, she’s one of those vibrant people who are enthusiastic about just about everything at one point or another, and her excitement can be incredibly catching. The problem is, she loves to learn so much that it’s almost impossible for her to concentrate on any single thing for more than a short time. Some of her seemingly most intense passions last all of a few hours before she’s made a complete and instantaneous turnaround – but Laure never seems to see the basic inconsistency in any of this. She’s often intensely single-minded, seeing her obsession of the day as the greatest thing in the entire world, and can frequently come across as condescending to those poor, unfortunate ulaya who just cannot understand the truth. And not just skills or interests, either. Who knows how many times she’s “fallen in love” with some poor soul, following him around like an animated little puppy until suddenly dismissing him as never worth her time in the first place.
Though, some things are more or less consistent about her. She has a very strong and rigid sense of morality, and will not hesitate to throw herself headlong into confrontation if she feels another is being wronged in some way – even if her interference, however well-intentioned, is often not welcome.
Many are tempted to dismiss her as a mere simpleton – but if she gets one inkling of anything of that sort, it’s probably a good idea to watch their backs. Laure’s passions run red-hot, and those heavy claws she’s about to lash out at your face with are not just for show. Well, to be honest, she may be a bit hot-tempered at times, but it generally takes some heavy provocation to turn her to actual violence. And her only real strength in an outright fight, aside from the most basic of combat skills, is her stubborn determination; a truly skilled opponent could all too easily rip her to shreds if they wanted to.
Background: Laure doesn’t know what happened to her parents, or any of her littermates if she had them. The first thing she can remember is stumbling through the snow in the mountains, and then a confused impression of being laboriously dragged along, and a ulaya cursing, and warmth, and food. Laure lived with that ulaya, whom she instantly adopted as her older brother, for less than a year, but he had the most impact on her upbringing. She was always a curious little kit and wanted to know about everything, while he taught her as much as he knew, and did his best to ensure she never stopped looking for the answers to what he didn’t. Always stand up for what you believe in, Laure, he told her, and taught her to fight, so that when they parted ways she would be able to do so. And eventually they did; though he loved her in his own way, he had never wanted to be saddled with taking care of a kit, and one morning when she was well into adolescence he was just gone. Since then, she’s traveled on her own and doesn’t seem to mind it much. Perhaps some of his wanderlust rubbed off on her.
But perhaps also he left too early. Over time, her original self-confidence and eagerness to learn have changed, and not all for the better; without someone to guide her, her humble quest for knowledge has become more egotistical, with Laure coming to believe that because she is intelligent and knows about a lot of different things, her perception of the world is the only valid perception…
In the future: Eventually, Laure’s going to get in trouble. Big trouble. I don’t think anything but a big shock would be powerful enough to rip her from her ego-centric view of the world and of herself as infallible. Inevitably, she’s going to meet up with somebody strong and cruel, somebody who will have little patience for her antics and easily crush her in a fight. Or, perhaps, somebody who will be amused by her and adopt her as their little pet whether she likes it or not; there are lots of ways this could go, but the end result will leave her emotionally scarred, and perhaps physically as well, questioning everything she once thought was true about the world.
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Roleplays
---None yet---
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:23 pm
Lalaith: Lost Flight
what courses through a butterfly's veins
when laughter is shattered, her wings ablaze?  Name meaning: "laughter," Sindarin (namesake of Túrin's little sister)
Personality: Disenchanted
Cert: [x]
Lalaith's life is at an all-time low right now. She's lost everything she cared about in one fatal swoop, and the only thing that keeps her going is the hope that one day she might be able to find someone who'll be able to heal her wings. Often she's caustic, short-tempered, falling into bouts of self-pity and desolation. Manage to make her forget her misfortunes for a while, though, and it may well be worth the effort, as the cheery youngling she once was rises to the surface, if tainted by hints of newfound sardonicism.
But the illness that killed her family shattered whatever grace she had on the ground, though strength is returning with time. And as for the air, her wings will never recover. The crippled muscles are twisted and nearly paralyzed, not to mention their fragile nerves sometimes send shooting waves of pain through her if she moves them too quickly.
Her dreams are haunted by the question that plagues her: is this some god's curse upon her? Sparing her life but taking her family and friends and crippling the source of her pride at the same time - was there something she did to deserve this?
Background:
Lalaith’s family was part of a large and fairly prosperous pack within the mountains. Each of the ulaya there, whether undulcan, ucolian, papillon, or another type entirely, had wings, which they believed to be gifts from the gods of the sky and which figured highly in their form of religion. They were an expressive and gregarious group by nature, with an intricate series of festivals and events throughout the entire year, and the arts known as windsinging and skydancing were highly prized.
Though active and inquisitive from the first, Lalaith was never more than of average speed or dexterity. When she made her first flight, though, her parents’ hopes were realized, as her lack of talent on the ground was more than made up for by the signs of talent she'd have in the air. It was considered a great honor to have a potential skydancer in the family, and immediately the thrilled kit was sent to become part of a practice wing.
She trained hard. Her movements in the sky grew ever more sure, while, like many of her wingmates, when forced to ground by necessity she became ever more antsy and uncomfortable, as if trading her skills in flight for any she had on the ground. In this way summer became fall, fall rolled into winter, and finally winter ceased its howling and gave in to spring, the traditional time for new skydancers to finally display their art. All the while Lalaith watched the skies during festival, and dreamed.
It was shortly before the spring festival that would mark her first Dance that the stranger came to their valley. He was one of Those With No Flight, a brawny moto’undil with ancient eyes who brought news of sickness sweeping down from the mountains – and an undernourished kit tagging along like a terrified shadow behind him. Leave this place, he said, and the elders gave him a fair hearing, though their valley had not been touched by fear or want in generations. They were sheltered between the wings of the goddess of Flight, after all, but he sounded so urgent that they agreed to send out Flighted to confirm the danger after the festival.
But it was during that same festival, in the middle of an traditional and intricate performance involving the entire wing, that the first victim fell – Lalaith. Her wingmates had been trained well and managed to get her safely to the ground, where she was rushed to her den to be taken care of. In the weeks that followed, while she was racked with fever and delirium, the plague spread. By the time she finally recovered enough strength to totter out of her den, she was met by only the dead and the soon-to-die. Not only that, but the sickness had taken her wings, shriveling them so that sometimes so much as moving one brought waves of crippling agony. Her pride and joy, her special gift from the gods, had been cruelly ripped from her.
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Roleplays
You go that way, I'll go this way! D< [Hades] | In progress
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:17 pm
The Journey[contest]
Disclaimer: This was written to involve the ulaya who became Esk's Hades, and is a hypothetical situation with no relation to his current personality or any IC events. We're currently writing our own take on the idea - if you're interested check out Lalaith's RPs! dragonfire_kaen “Look!”
The mountain range stretched tall and wild, the spine of some mighty animal as it stretched its limbs and howled to the sky. Halfway up their slopes, the pines fell away into the valley below, leaving a desolate land of rocky cliffs in their wake. The fading light silhouetted its craggy peaks in gold – gold that was mirrored in the fiery coats of two traveling ulaya as they toiled up the slope. One, a beautiful golden female with wings like delicate autumn leaves, turned back from the view and smiled.
“We’re almost there. If we travel on tonight, we can make it by morning, and then you can be off to find this pack of yours that you’re looking for.”
“Yes.” Her Moto’undil companion sounded troubled, and the flames that constantly licked at his fiery pelt flickered uneasily, though she knew he had been trying to find them for months now. They continued on, but presently he said, “We shouldn’t travel this stretch in the dark, though. It’s too dangerous-“
“It’ll be fine, Kieran,” she said shortly, then paused to look back. “Hurry up, slowpoke, or I may actually beat you there.” He grinned despite his hesitation, and followed.
Soon they would be at the dwelling of the shaman who lived in these mountains, and everything would be right again.
“Lalaith?”
She looked back, surprised at the strange, almost gentle tone of the fiery male’s voice. He had been a silent companion for most of their journey, though a pleasant enough one, and she was glad she had found him to travel with.
“Why is it so important for you to be there as quickly as possible?”
Crumpled like leaves – like the playthings of the wind, tossed aside when they could play no more. Bright beetle cases and luminous wings, crumpled in the grass that swayed, calling gone, gone, gone.
Breath whistled through the empty husks, longing for the sun and the wind that played in the forlorn skies – until at last, at long last, even breath deserted them for the airy silence.
Silent, so silent…
“Lalaith?”
“It’s nothing. Let’s go.” Her blue eyes met his, the unexpected compassion burning softly in them making her flinch, then jerked away. She was trembling, she realized, and turned to continue on. But he made no move to follow her.
“It’s nothing, I said. There’s no reason!” She hissed, golden fur bristling and wings like shriveled leaves trembling feebly. “I just want to get this over with, like you do! Now come on, or I’ll leave you behind.”
“You can’t fly, can you?”
The simple words, the calm, self-assured statement in his voice, hit her hard. She whirled around, breath hissing through her lungs. “It’s none of your business either way. No questions, no answers: that’s what we agreed. I should never have let you come!”
“Let me?” He chuckled. “You asked me. Look, do you honestly think I would have any trouble if I did choose to travel alone. I felt sorry for you, with your fierce words and unexpected frailties. That was all.” His eyes belied the short words, but she refused to see them. She didn’t want this… this male’s pity.
“You… you… you’ll take that back!” They met in a tangle of fur and slithering stones, her snarling and him infuriatingly calm, claws sheathed. Kieran fended her off all too easily. How dare he? How dare he disturb their memory, sear her weaknesses to the bone with that casual tone?
“So you think this shaman will be able to heal you? He might. Or he might not. Let me come with you, in case of the worse. We can search again if we have to. You don’t need to be alone, Lalaith.”
“No… no… no…” There was no way. She pummeled at him with teeth and claws, not feeling the fire that withered her skin with its greedy fingers.
If you had been strong, you could have saved them.
Her paws were cracked and bleeding, her fur singed like charcoal, her breath gasping.
And now? Now you are weak.
“No!”
He dodged the claws that came at his face easily, sidestepped – stepped right into a patch of loose stones that gave way beneath his paws. His flaming eyes met Lalaith’s for an instant, then were jerked away into the darkness. The roaring of the rockslide filled the air, stretching on and on, then… silence.
“Kieran!”
She half-ran, half tumbled down the slope, bloody paws skidding to find purchase. “Kieran!”
His hind legs were trapped beneath the rocks a long, long way down. Flames flickered around him, but weakly. The scent of blood was heavy in the air.
“Kieran…” She gulped, cheeks wet from sobbing. “It’s all right. I’m sorry.”
"I'm sorry..."
She sat with him long into the night.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:26 pm
Sapphiredust
Personality: Humble
Past stages: [box]
I co-own Sapphy with Taki-di, and she has RP and plottage rights. If you'd like to know more, ask her! ^^
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:07 pm
Lyra Hiemalis
Name meaning: Something or other
Personality: Flighty
Adona Benedicta's got RP and plottage rights for this girly, so be sure to ask her if you'd like some RP! I'll put some more in this post once Adona's finished her journal and I can steal the personality and bio parts.
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