As you search the golden hued streets, your body aching, your mind weary and emotions in distress. There appears before you a glade of sorts. The glade, lit by fireflies only in hues of Red, White and Black, remain in a silent state, a quiet hush weighing heavily upon the large expanse of beautiful green foliage. The sun, glittering brilliantly, casting golden rays through the canopy of grand, largely branched trees and splattered shadows upon the ground like the coat of a dappled forest cat. The soothing, cool brown earth, moist with dew. Every now and again a creature scurries from hiding to sup from the cool pools which form at the bases of these ancient willow and milkwood trees. Stunning patches of herbs appear to grow freely, an exotic variety in contrast to normal, every day herbs. Most of which wouldn't naturally grow together and some looking rather poisonous. Yet in peacful harmony they flourish. A large pond takes residence within the folds as well. The silvery waters casting unique, dancing shadows upon the area, as though it is bathed in moonlight. Giving it an almost mystifyingly curious look. White minnows dip and swirl in a never ending pattern while small frogs give throaty calls from the shore, as though to supply the music to which the minnows change shape. Lillies gliding across the still surface, cattails waving in the breeze.
A clearing leaps into view as you wander deeper in. The grass emerald green, lush and healthy. Though blanketed in a splendid curtain of flowers, only in shades of Red, White and Black. Spotted neatly across the healthy vegitation. A single path of White and Red marble curves in elegant archs farther up into the clearing. In neat rows along its sides are small white, ceramic bowls. Smooth and well crafted. Within each, a small, strong, black flame. Hypnotic in hue and burning constantly as the fireflies of white, red and black continue to dance across the lush grasses in mass. In the center of this remarkable clearing and at the end of the enchanting path, lies a rather out of place building. Large and with rounded, square sides. No points, seeming almost animated in a demented sort of way with its glossy, smoothly rounded curves, and clean, white painted outside. Not to mention the large, red cross floating high above the roof and over the front door, almost pulsing as it glows. The pure white marble steps, weaved lightly with red and leading to the large, obsidian front doors. Pillars, on either side of the steps, in the exact like-ness of syringes with their points down and dug into the solid marble. The massive double doors open slowly inward to expose a massive entrance room. The inside completely white marble with the exception of smooth, white, stone tiled flooring. An impressively sized fountain poised beautifully in the rooms center. While, floating directly above its highest point, is a large, crimson tablet.
In each corner of the room a large pillar shaped to the exact replication of a syringe rests, point down. A lengthy hallway holding a number of rooms, appearing to trail on as far as the eye can see, lying in direct opposition to the front door. Off to the left, beside the hallways entrance, a curved receptionists desk sits unoccupied. A single black vase, swirled in crimson with a pure, unmarred flower blooming on the relatively empty surface. Two sofas of black leather, velvet, crimson cushions set for decorative purposes upon them, lay on both the right and left walls. As though for waiting patients to relax within their comfort. The gurgle of the fountain adds a sense of tranquility to the room, giving an over-all sense of well-being. Banners of black silk with a red heart in the center and a glowing white needle in front of the artery, flow serenely against the cool marble walls. Seven in all. Rippling every now and again as though by a breeze.
. neutral You have found the Temple of Healing. Welcome weary traveler, if you haven't an appointment no matter, all are welcome. The Goddess will be with you shortly.|:.
Name: Lyf -L-ih-fff-
Nicknames: None
Race: Deity of Healing
Temple: . neutral The Temple of Healing|:.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: N/A
Zodiac/Birthstone: Unknown
Alignment: Good
Specialty: Healing
Egg Slots: -Wink- Yes!
Angelique: Dessique {-Owned by Ginger_Snap-}
Children: Foxglove, Alathea {-Owned by Ginger_Snap-}, Dritan {-Owned by Yayoi-} and Piper {-Owned by Debrutsid-}
Father: N/A
Mother: Chaos
Siblings: All the Deities
Friends: Of course I have friends silly! -Giggles-
Currently: Being a mom and a Goddess! It's all in a days wor-yeeeouch! Don't poke mommy with needles! Dx That's what patients are for. <3~
Personality: N/A
RP Color: Bolded and italicized dark red
History: Lyf isn't your everyday Goddess, in fact she's rather unique by comparison. Sure, every Deity is different and she does act like she should when the cards are on the table. Often she's kind, well mannered and has quite a bit of empathy for anyone in pain or need. But she has this terrible mischievous streak and a kink of wild nature about her. She's never ashamed to show herself as she really is and becomes frustrated towards Kats who do, finding it unhealthy to try and hide who they really are. A lot about her remains behind locked doors but one thing's for certain, she makes far too many mistakes, far too often, for them to be mere "Oops, I'm such a klutz." type accidents. So be warned. It's almost as though she has two distinct personalities in one, her happy-go-lucky naive girl side who fawns over babies and flirts shamelessly with cute men and the wilder, expressive woman who takes control and exudes authority. Her patience is almost without end but her temper is a force all on its own. Either way she's tons of fun, if your don't get under her skin.
A clearing leaps into view as you wander deeper in. The grass emerald green, lush and healthy. Though blanketed in a splendid curtain of flowers, only in shades of Red, White and Black. Spotted neatly across the healthy vegitation. A single path of White and Red marble curves in elegant archs farther up into the clearing. In neat rows along its sides are small white, ceramic bowls. Smooth and well crafted. Within each, a small, strong, black flame. Hypnotic in hue and burning constantly as the fireflies of white, red and black continue to dance across the lush grasses in mass. In the center of this remarkable clearing and at the end of the enchanting path, lies a rather out of place building. Large and with rounded, square sides. No points, seeming almost animated in a demented sort of way with its glossy, smoothly rounded curves, and clean, white painted outside. Not to mention the large, red cross floating high above the roof and over the front door, almost pulsing as it glows. The pure white marble steps, weaved lightly with red and leading to the large, obsidian front doors. Pillars, on either side of the steps, in the exact like-ness of syringes with their points down and dug into the solid marble. The massive double doors open slowly inward to expose a massive entrance room. The inside completely white marble with the exception of smooth, white, stone tiled flooring. An impressively sized fountain poised beautifully in the rooms center. While, floating directly above its highest point, is a large, crimson tablet.
In each corner of the room a large pillar shaped to the exact replication of a syringe rests, point down. A lengthy hallway holding a number of rooms, appearing to trail on as far as the eye can see, lying in direct opposition to the front door. Off to the left, beside the hallways entrance, a curved receptionists desk sits unoccupied. A single black vase, swirled in crimson with a pure, unmarred flower blooming on the relatively empty surface. Two sofas of black leather, velvet, crimson cushions set for decorative purposes upon them, lay on both the right and left walls. As though for waiting patients to relax within their comfort. The gurgle of the fountain adds a sense of tranquility to the room, giving an over-all sense of well-being. Banners of black silk with a red heart in the center and a glowing white needle in front of the artery, flow serenely against the cool marble walls. Seven in all. Rippling every now and again as though by a breeze.
. neutral You have found the Temple of Healing. Welcome weary traveler, if you haven't an appointment no matter, all are welcome. The Goddess will be with you shortly.|:.
Name: Lyf -L-ih-fff-
Nicknames: None
Race: Deity of Healing
Temple: . neutral The Temple of Healing|:.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: N/A
Zodiac/Birthstone: Unknown
Alignment: Good
Specialty: Healing
Egg Slots: -Wink- Yes!
Angelique: Dessique {-Owned by Ginger_Snap-}
Children: Foxglove, Alathea {-Owned by Ginger_Snap-}, Dritan {-Owned by Yayoi-} and Piper {-Owned by Debrutsid-}
Father: N/A
Mother: Chaos
Siblings: All the Deities
Friends: Of course I have friends silly! -Giggles-
Currently: Being a mom and a Goddess! It's all in a days wor-yeeeouch! Don't poke mommy with needles! Dx That's what patients are for. <3~
Personality: N/A
RP Color: Bolded and italicized dark red
History: Lyf isn't your everyday Goddess, in fact she's rather unique by comparison. Sure, every Deity is different and she does act like she should when the cards are on the table. Often she's kind, well mannered and has quite a bit of empathy for anyone in pain or need. But she has this terrible mischievous streak and a kink of wild nature about her. She's never ashamed to show herself as she really is and becomes frustrated towards Kats who do, finding it unhealthy to try and hide who they really are. A lot about her remains behind locked doors but one thing's for certain, she makes far too many mistakes, far too often, for them to be mere "Oops, I'm such a klutz." type accidents. So be warned. It's almost as though she has two distinct personalities in one, her happy-go-lucky naive girl side who fawns over babies and flirts shamelessly with cute men and the wilder, expressive woman who takes control and exudes authority. Her patience is almost without end but her temper is a force all on its own. Either way she's tons of fun, if your don't get under her skin.
