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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:23 pm
 °° Anaya
// Background //
° Anaya was born in Loki Valley with one older sister, but she was small and weak, unable to breathe for a crucial minute-and-a-half after birth. Though the situation does not seem to have affected her in any way, it made her parents extremely, almost ridiculously protective of their frail young daughter. As she grew older and more curious about the world around her, she began to wish for more freedom to explore and enjoy the world around her.
° When she was about three months old and a shy but adventurous kit, she ran away from home to explore the borders of her clan's territory. It was then that she discovered she had a fear of the dark, and also then that she first saw a wildfire, dangerously close. A young hunter from the Brynhild mountains happened to find her lost and caught in the fire. He rescued her and returned her home.
° Her mother, who hated to be indebted to any individual, insisted on paying him back for his heroism, upon which he twisted the reward into a benefit for Anaya's family--he would stay with them for the winter and aid them as a son would. Assuming he simply wanted a sojourn in warmer parts during the season when the mountains were so hostile to life, her mother consented to the pact.
° Gareth proved to be a blessing to her family, hunting extra game for them and carefully keeping the two young kits out of danger. By the end of the winter Anaya and her sister had grown into beautiful young adults, though Anaya would always remain small and delicate. Gareth was like an older brother to her, and she loved him dearly. So when he left in the spring she was devastated, confused, and lonely.
° For the next several months she and her sister lived normally among their clanmembers. Her sister, a beautiful, outgoing, and flirtatious healer, attracted males by the dozen and before long ran away with a dashing Sentinel visiting from Hreidmar.
° Upon the sudden loss their parents redoubled their attention and interference on Anaya's life, curtailing any friendship she had with the opposite gender and trying their utmost to keep her their own. Their meddling actually didn't affect her much as she was naturally shy and kept to herself, but again she found herself wishing they would let her have her own life.
° Great was her surprise and joy when her long-lost friend, Gareth, reappeared in the valley in the early summer. He was older, his features matured by some hardship, but still adored her. This time he was here to stay, he told her as he began building a hut of his own. Of course she loved to help, doing whatever work he would let her handle. They would talk, laugh, and make a mess until dusk, when often he liked to take her along a stream or through the meadows, just enjoying time together.
° She knew she was in love....
° The day came when he completed his home, and they celebrated with a sojourn into the outskirts of the Brynhild territory, just to explore. That day he asked her to be his mate. It was the end of the summer and she was just barely eleven months old. He was over three years her senior, but neither of them cared. They made love in early autumn, when the trees were flaming with the passion of love, and she moved in with him to the hut they'd spent so much time on, together.
° For the next several months they were inseparable, passing every spare moment together between his hunting and her healing. It was midwinter when they retreated to a secluded cave where she could give birth, and then that discovered their terrible mistake. Their children would be born in the winter, just south of the Brynhild mountains where it was sure to be bitterly cold. Frail and delicate, she struggled throughout her pregnancy, giving birth at the beginning of the new year to three kits.
° But a terrible tragedy had occurred. Gareth named each child as it emerged, Liberty, Justice, and Freedom. Little Freedom never opened her eyes, her tiny folded wings never had a chance to feel the rush of the wind beneath them. Two weeks later Justice fell ill and within days joined her little sister in the earth. Anaya was inconsolable, Gareth withdrawn and deathly silent. He tried his best to comfort her, but his own spirit had plummeted.
° It was not until early spring that they returned to the village, a single kit sleeping on Gareth's back. They only smiles they had were for little Liberty; they'd never fully recovered from their loss. Gareth was ever tender and sweet to his mate, but others could see a sort of dullness in his sapphire eyes. His one passion was Anaya, and he clung to her desperately. Anaya herself had found her heart torn open, leaving a hollow, lost feeling that only Gareth could ease.
° Then came Cerberus, the rebel commander, who spoke of freedom, democracy, and equality. Gareth came to believe and follow the rebel. Cerberus claimed their hardships were a direct result of such practices as the tribute system, and he led Gareth to blame them for the deaths of his children--that had Anaya been better off, she might not have had such trouble with childbirth, that so much tribute going to the nobles were what made it difficult to capture enough food during the harsh winter weeks when Justice had died...
° He began to wear the white ribbon of the Rebels, and to hide his deep hurt behind a facade of warrior-like toughness. He supported the actual Raiders, sheltering them and aiding them in hard times, until the day he was caught. Not only was he punished for aiding insurrectionists, but Anaya and Liberty were along with him. This intrusion on his family enraged him, enough to make him take the side of the Rebels. Leaving Anaya in the care of a friend, he left to join their ranks in the northern Brynhild mountains.
// Personality //
° Anaya used to be very innocent, naïve, trusting, open, and friendly as a child and even into her early teens, somewhat. She still is where I'm at in roleplay.
° As a result of later events, she has become very silent and reserved, with a great deal of hostility and resentment against those who call themselves nobles. Her heart is scarred -- A tormented mesh of confusion and anger, but above all of fear.
To be continued...
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:29 pm
°° Sounds pulsed meaninglessly around her... The darkness meant nothing, for she knew nothing of light. She felt movement -- her own, the involuntary spasm of a muscle, the steady thrum of her heart -- but did not understand it. Little seemed to matter in her unconscious state...  Then there was a slow burning inside her, painful and sickening. The sounds around her rose in volume and pitch. Frightened she let out a weak cry -- Cool, soothing air rushed into her, banishing the pain. She gave a little gasp of surprise, then drew another breath. Life flooded her small body. The pure joy of living heightened her senses. She became aware of another warm, moving body against hers, of a wet, rough thing stroking up and down her back, of a faint red glow in the darkness... Curious about the redness, she tried to look closer. Her eyes opened to a brightness that stung. Reflexively she squeezed her eyes shut. Yet curiosity soon won her and she peeked out again. This time her eyes adjusted to what turned out to be very dim light. A brighter light shone a little to her left... Something colorful and large moved in front of the light, and everything grew darker. The movement excited her, called her... With a little squeal she wiggled forwards, showing the whole world she was alive. °°
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:55 pm
°° Something was new, changing. She could sense it in the way her mother frequently paced across the cave, the way her father kept shifting to glance outside and away. They were speaking in low tones though she could not yet understand much of significance. "Must go..." "Autumn...village--" "...Are they ready?" "--hope so." Go? Where? Leave the quiet peace of their cave home and join others of their kind? Afraid, she shrank into the shadows. The cozy darkness cloaked her as she peered out at her father. Was he anxious to leave? Was she only being a nuisance? Her sister seemed eager to leave, dodging in and out of the light outside... She stepped backwards, hesitant, then took a deep breath and crept bravely out into the cave. Her new limbs carried her solidly, no longer so clumsy and uncontrolled as they'd been before. With a proud smile she looked back at her mother, tail twitching expectantly. Her mother smiled and stood. "Well, I supposed they are ready." °°
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 4:10 pm
°° Paws dragging, ears drooped, she glanced back at the small cave that had sheltered her for so long. Then with a little sigh she followed her family. The time had come for them to leave her home of birth and find a place among the other fafners. But misery could not hold her for long. She soon found herself fascinated by her mother's graceful movement, her father's, even her sister's to some extent. Did she look so fine, trotting over the even terrain? Birds fluttered about, their bright, bold colors dazzling her eyes. She wondered if she could ever be as beautiful as the birds in the morning light. Searching her limited vocabulary for the right words to describe a lovely robin, she blundered into her mother. Before them spread a long, flat expanse of water, moving lazily down the hill. For a brief moment she thought she saw trees upside-down in the stream, then she didn't. "Where are we?" she asked a bit hesitantly. Her mother smiled and explained how the stream flowed from a large river called the Regin, and how the Regin river led all the way to the sea... Losing interest, she glanced at the silvery clear water. There were the trees again! Alarmed, she nudged her mother urgently. "Can trees grow..." she searched for an explanation "...the wrong way..." that sounded right "...in water?" "Well, trees cannot grow at all in water, right way or wrong," her mother replied. "Whyever do you ask?" She pointed nervously at the stream. "Because they are there." Her mother laughed, a light, lilting sound. "Anaya, sweetie, that's called a reflection. Whatever is above the water can be seen on its surface." She paused for a moment, then turned west along the stream. "Come along this way, children." She and her sister followed obediently until they came to a lovely little pool, quiet and perfectly still. "Come and look." There, upside-down, stood a pretty blue fafner child with neat white paws, black hair, and bright ruby eyes. "Is that me?" °°
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:22 am
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