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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 1:03 am
 The seven had awoken together, sleeping nose to tail in a small circle just within the boarders of the capital. Each represented a different tribe, each bore different features and pelts that whispered of their blood's source- but they were born here. Together. Under his watch, each of the chroniclers had come to learn their limbs, their names, and the basics of survival. Each learned at their own pace, asking their own questions and forming their answers into their own opinions.
It was time.
The seven were awakened early that morning and brought without explanation into the corridors that would one day house the greatest library of knowledge, stories, and poetry. Stillwater walked them through each of the empty halls, each bearing stone shelves that rose from floor to the ceiling of the chamber. Tactfully placed holes filtered natural light into the library in little reading nooks. They had yet to furnish it, so it was but the bare bones of what it was hoped to become. The shelves were bare, the floors naked, and the walls plain. He moved in silence, passing with quiet purpose past each and every row before he escorted the seven further into the library. The natural lighting faded and crystal light gathered from the light wood itself shone from simple lanterns hanging from the walls.
The magus turned, his eyes drifting over the young-woven B'alam. He smirked and reached out to touch his paw to a seemingly plain wall. The stone made a surprisingly hollow sound. Wood, painted cleverly to match its surroundings, swung open on a hidden hinge and revealed the mouth of a downward path.
Once more, he moved forward in silence. The corridor led in a winding pattern downwards, only lit by the scattered crystal lamps. When one light circle faded into near darkness another would shine out. Eventually the winding road opened up into a grand circular chamber. Fine crystal lamps shone down, shimmering off of a pool that rounded the outer perimeter of the entryway. Small trickling falls fed the pool. At the very center of the corridor a stone table rose up, massive and finely carved. The feet of the table were carved to resemble B'alam standing proud with the stone slab on their backs. The stone slab itself had the etchings of their written language moving along the edge. Atop the table shone out seven silvery masks. Golden silks hung from the feathery ears.
"The scribe has written this within the stone itself-", He spoke up, his formally gentle voice moving from the tone of a gentle stream moving over rocks to the powerful crashing of a falls over the face of a cliff, "
"We are the silence within the silence.
Our eyes are the eyes of history.
Our words are the words of the ages."
An oath." He turned to the others and flicked his tail. "A pledge. A promise. These words will be carved into your souls, into your being, as deeply as they were into the stone. My children- the weaver brought you as you are. Where you are. You awoke with the B'alam on your left and right. You were put here for a reason, for a purpose. I believe this place will become the heart of this purpose."
He took a slow breath. "What did you see on your way here?"
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 10:32 pm
 Elosai could not remember ever rising quite as early as they had that morning, with the sun still lingering below the horizon and the crickets singing the last few bars of their nightsong. The young water tahtll was slow to shake the grogginess from his mind, and the crispness of the morning air had him pinning his ears back in vague displeasure, not unlike a petulant youngster who would rather have stayed asleep for just a while longer. Despite the early wake up call, though, he could not deny that sunrises were something to be treasured. The glow of the sun on the horizon at dawn was still a sight that he couldn't help but marvel at, even though he'd witnessed it plenty since his emergence into the world. After a good stretch, he felt a bit better. Stillwater no doubt had something important to show them, some new lesson or idea, and Elosai could hardly wait to see what it was, as they were lead away from their quarters. He and his siblings had already learned so much, but even with the magus' guidance, Elosai could not quell the uncertainties that lurked around in his mind.
It was no lie that Elosai envied the others. He did not fault them for his shortcomings, of course, but he still could not banish the memory of the day they had all found their names, and introduced themselves. Elosai's name had been with him from the start, as if someone had whispered it sweetly into his ear just before his eyes had opened for the first time. What had come naturally for the others had come out as a funny wheeze for him, and thinking back on it made his toes curl with fresh embarrassment. Only after a great amount of effort had he managed to whisper it to Stillwater, who had made sure that everyone knew, after that. If it were not for Stillwater, Elosai wasn't sure what he might have done.
He brushed the memory away with a soft sigh, not wishing to dwell on it. His only saving grace was that no one would ever know how bad the jealousy got to him at times, how badly he wanted to be like them. Stillwater had given him endless support and reassurance over the matter. Everything happened for a reason, and he would find his footing, one way or another. Elosai only wished that he could overlook his imperfection as easily as his mentor could.
In an attempt to steer himself away from sourer thoughts, the tahtll focused on their surroundings instead. The sky was finally turning a lighter shade of blue, and cool dew clung to the grass, wetting their paws as the group carried on. Their destination was soon made clear; the library. Though Elosai had not yet had the pleasure of exploring it thoroughly, everyone knew of it. It was an amazingly important place, for both the tribe and their world, and as Stillwater led the way, his silence clued Elosai in to the gravity of the situation. Stalking quietly through the vast, empty hallways, the young tahtll allowed himself to admire his surroundings, and the clever architecture. It was empty, yes, but according to the Scribe, and Stillwater, the shelves would one day be filled with all the knowledge the world had to offer. Despite the emptiness, Elosai realized that he felt strangely at home.
As Stillwater led them in deeper, his curiosity grew. The appearance of the interior wasn't vastly different, save for the gentle glow filtering down from the lanterns, but there was obviously some reason for their visit. Elosai hurried his paws and slunk closer to the magus, not out of fear, but eagerness to see what would happen, or where they were headed. He would receive part of his answer soon enough, as Stillwater revealed a hidden passageway with a sly grin. Elosai was immediately fascinated over the cleverness of it. He couldn't help but wonder over the workings of such a thing, but as Stillwater forged ahead, he was forced to put his curiosity aside, for the time being.
Bigger secrets than hidden doors awaited them at the bottom of the pathway, it seemed. Elosai's mind and pulse raced as they headed down, further and further. Were it not for the fact that he was joined by the magus and his siblings, he might have felt a succinct tinge of dread to be descending so far beneath the earth. The soft light from the lamps helped to abate his anxiety, and he enjoyed the feeling of the cool stone beneath his feet, as he fought to calm his tremoring heart. However, the breathtaking sight that met them all at the end of the winding pathway didn't help much. It was a lot to take in, and Elosai's eyes softened as he looked around, moving with the group to the massive table that stood in the center. As his eyes drifted over the words, Stillwater's voice echoed throughout the chamber as he recited what was etched into the stone.
When Stillwater fell silent, Elosai felt a shiver go through him as the reverberations slowly diminished. Their mentor's explanation had him shifting nervously, wondering what it was supposed to mean. He had plenty of silence, but no words to offer. He'd never been asked to keep a promise before, either, and as Stillwater spoke up again to pose his question, his brows furrowed. He knew others would speak up quickly, and after turning his head to glance over at the masks on the table, he returned his attention to the magus.
"The library." His answer was simple and to the point, and the words came out as they usually did, as a barely audible, breathy huff. After offering up his answer, Elosai sat down, ears drooping as he stole a glance at his siblings, wondering what their answers would be.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 8:11 pm
A dark brown ear flicked and twitched to the warmth of the welcoming morning sun. Strange smells started to stir in and fully waken the brown and ebony maned creature. It poke and teased at his senses, welcoming him to the world and family that he would know to be close kin. A tan tail flicked and shifted behind the b'alam and with such a movement a strange pull was felt on his hind side.
What a strange...
'sensation'
Yes, that is what he felt it was called. what, was...
Teal eyes opened for the first time, blinking the light and strain was a surprise. Another flick of his tail caught his attention, as he felt another tug on his body. Eyes looked and focused at the long flexible thing.
Was that his?! Was that -it- connected to him?!
A few more test of the attached tail, confirmed to his delight after a few more test curls. That it was indeed his...
Well, that was fancy.
A shift came from his front paw, as he unturned his head. That motion too, was vary new. Eyes looked at his two front paws....
What were those!? Wait...he saw them before, turning his head he looked back to discover he had another set connected to him by the tail thing.
A 'chuckle' was felt almost heard deep in his chest, almost like it was inside of him but not apart of him. It was honestly quite a strange sound. One that caused his ear to once more twist, as if to hear it better. It was soon followed by another whisper, though powerful and sure of it's self. Full of confidence of the creation it had spoke life into...
~Arise.
As if a 'knowning' had been given to him, The B'alam shifted and rose to his paws. All four of them stood strong. That same knowing spoke of how the others around him including himself were chosen, set apart and bound to each other. These, other b'alam, that where curled head to tail: where his brothers and Sisters.
They were chosen…
All where different in shape and structure, yet the same. Teal eyes, searched and danced among the others as a certain 'familiar' feeling cradled his heart. Like, he had known them before meeting them and he felt protective and comfortable with them.
Ear's turned back as something vary soft filled them. It was a strange sound, (well, everything was rather strange to this one now, wasn't it? That tends to happen when one is just woven in to being.)
It was the very, very faint sound of movement, and a strange sensation tugged at the circle of…
'chest'
The 'chest' of his being, letting him know someone else was approaching.
Paws turned and shifted his tan body to where the feeling was coming from, and it was then that the Tahtll laid his eyes on a blue, furred creature that was shaped just like him and his Phen and Phal, Yet…bigger. A lot Bigger and it had something sprouting from and flowing from the top of his body where his eyes where at. This creature's movement, was smooth, flowing, and confident. Yet, something told the Tahtll that if he where to raise a ridge at him, the graceful and calm force, would turn and be as powerful as the force he would come to know as a raging river….
Chaucer, would later know this respectable creature as: Still Water, the Magus of the Water.
Needless to say the first day he had awoken had been one of learning and adventure. Ever since that day he had grown to endear his siblings and had grown close to them. And ever so wonderfully, he had learned to read and write along with the others. Chaucer had found that he really enjoyed such a wondrous and unique thing, there was just so many possibilities.
~-~
After the others had woken, by Still Water's gentle touch, and lead the way to the grand structure that was vast, yet…empty. With all the empty chambers, that creaked and echoed with each movement. It was as if they hushed an awe of expectancy. It was as if each b'alam's step echoed and thundered a cry of delight, from barren cases-for they knew they where going to be filled with great tales, adventures, tragedies; the quintessence of life. If the walls could speak they would shutter their excitement…
They could not wait.
Chaucer's paws slowed as they entered they all entered the hall. Teal gleaming eyes where turned about by his head as he looked about and around the library. He slowed for a few reasons. One, the touch of the paw on stone was fascinating. Two, he wanted to see everything the room had to offer. Three, he wanted to make sure that not one of his kin was left behind...
Slowing his paws steps as the party halted with Still Water. Chaucer's own maw couldn't help but twist into a smile at seeing the Magus' own grin, it was funny how his maw seemed to so easily mimic such a gesture. One gesture that actually felt...good to do. Watching the leader's paw shift to the stone, the young Tahtll's head tilted. It seemed express well, what he had felt inside. He was eager to see why Still Water was smiling, and why....
Hearing the suddenly shift of stone, Chaucer shifted back and the front part of his body quickly ducked as if the walls might fall on him. Tail puffed, and shot up like a pole. Quickly looking around, eyes looked to the leader. He didn't seem concerned, which poked at a curious thought: So why should he?
Releasing a breath, Chaucer's body slink closer and ears perked. Raising his head, his neck outstretched as tall as possible to see what was happening. Eyes darted back to Still Water as he moved and then to the opening. Tail slipped back and flicked. Paws inched him closer.
What was....
Eyes widened and peered into the glowing darkness...
It was a path of some sort...
When Still Water moved down the lit path, Chaucer waited for each one of his Plah and Pen to follow and he once more took oversight of the rear. Ear's flicked, perking to the sound of water, and the crisp smell tickled at his nostrils. It was refreshing.
Reaching the landing, and seeing the grand slab, Chaucer's eyes widened in amazement. His head could not stop bobbing as he took in marvel. Eyes danced and caused his paws to shift closer to the 'table', it had something in the stone, some strange markings...
'The Scribe has written this in the stone, it's self...'
Still Water's words pulled Chaucer's attention back to the Magus.
~The Stone...
Eyes looked to the engraving as the leader spoken, as if he tried to make sense of it...He wanted to. The desire tugged at his chest and kicked at his insides...
He had too....he had to be able to know what the engraving was by himself with out someone speaking it...
'An Oath', the words caused Chaucer's ears to bounce and his eyes to rise to look at the Magus once more.
Chaucer's mind quickly went over once more that was spoken:
'We are the silence within the silence.
Our eyes are the eyes of history.
Our words are the words of the ages.'
As it echoed in his mind, Chaucer felt his chest fill with an 'uplifting' feeling, it was enough to feel like his wings where going to raise him to flight, as if the care of the ceiling, it was without bounds and wind! But yet, at the same time, it was going to explode out of it's keeping place. (where ever that is)
Why! It was....Beautiful. It was: lilium inter spinas
Tail swished, and happily flicked as Chaucer turned himself to look at Still Water, as he spoke his question. Clear eyes, pulled themselves from the strange maw things that rested on the slab. Ears once more perked past his dark hair, and his maw opened to speak his answer.
~Slow to speak, quick to listen...
Chaucer slowly closed his maw and curious eyes turned to look at his kin. He wanted to hear what they all had to say after all, something told him, and reminded him that as different as they where they had to be able to see different things too....Right?
It was worth stilling his tongue to hear what the others had to say. Tail shifted though the air as ears readied and remained poised
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 4:21 pm
Eulalia stirred at the summons, turning over onto her other side before making a move to rise, her blue eyelids fluttering at the movement close to her. She rose, shaking off the grogginess from head to tail before stretching out her back to smooth out the stiffness and prepare for what the day had in store for her. She expected more lessons and training. She wouldn't have minded more lessons and training. Putting together what she learned on her own around the Water Tribe was enjoyable. It also gave her an excuse to explore the land where the Weaver decided to put her. She was aware it wasn't the usual where those with horns like hers were placed. Evenly the newly woven would be able to see that. The Water Tribe members looked so elegant, with their shining body ornaments. She kind of felt like a goat with paws.
Ah, well. Once she was able, the female was so making a bee-line for the Fire Tribe. This she considered her home, but it would still be nice to put all the water behind her. She doubted, even if she remained here, would she ever get used to the water. The wind on a wet pelt was not a nice feeling.
With a yawn, Eulalia followed, already beginning to fully wake up. Ears pricked forward, she waited quietly for instruction on what they were going to do today. She never stopped expecting some lesson to happen until they were lead into the empty rooms. For that was the only way she could describe what she was seeing.
The empty rooms.
Eulalia's eyes widened a little, now understanding today was different. Her tail swayed faster beyond the general swaying of her motions at the anticipation of what was going to happen today. It made her excited, while the emptiness made her a little sad. It was so gloomy in here. And kind of depressing. As the light dimmed into more unnatural lighting the further they went, she only felt sadder. Like the sun's natural rays were too shy to creep further into the structure. She wanted to say something but talking didn't seem appropriate right now. Best to stay quiet and just follow. They couldn't remain completely silent forever. Something had to happen.
As much as she tried to keep quiet, when the group finally reached their destination, Eulalia couldn't help a little awed gasp that came out of her at sight of the beautiful masks. The silk looked so soft, she badly wanted to touch it. And the masks looked so smooth. And there were seven of them.
Wait. There were also seven of them. Coincidence seemed a bit much for the kind of day it already was.
Her awe and excitement continued to grow as Stillwater finally spoke. Trapped in the importance of his words, Eulalia took a while to realize a question had been asked of them. How should she answer? Important meetings like this were usually expressed in speech just as important and beautiful as the scene. Scrunching up her face, the Fire lady contemplated the best words to form.
"Emptiness."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 11:44 pm
The night before, Will-o’-the-Wisp had found herself settling next to her brother-of-water, Elosai, and thus it was next to him that she had awoken the next morning, when their mentor had gently touched each of them to awaken them under the deep blue pre-dawn sky. It was morning; the faintest hint of sun on the distant eastern horizon, beyond the hills, had proven it so. Palest golds and oranges, and now they were being awoken. They had not often been woken before dawn in their training; half-asleep and hardly in any state to think critically, Wisp could not recall a single time they had been woken quite so early. She had not been so graceful on her paws as she could have wished; she had stumbled against her brother as she got up, murmuring an apology in the hushed tones of the early morning. Without another word, but soft smiles to her brothers and sisters, she had followed their mentor, Stillwater, as he led them to wherever it was they were meant to go.
It was early morning, and Mirro te Weavia had been just awakening. It was…strange to grow up here, in a city full of people who were not like her. Earth Tribe, the tribe of Wisp’s creation, was not so rare here as other tribes were—she knew of few Fire Tribers besides Eulalia, and there seemed more Wind Tribe amongst her siblings than anywhere else she knew of so far—but this place, this haven, Mirro te Weavia—it was not her place. It was not her home. It was the home of Water Tribe, and even if she had been woven of that element, it would not—could not—have been her home. For she had been set on a higher purpose, woven for a purpose she…did not yet fully understand. She knew that Stillwater and Xiaoli knew what their fates were to be, but she…she still did not know, and it was a question that haunted her every step, her every thought, no matter how hard she tried to pay attention. All she knew was that it was important—so important a task that she could not do it alone. So important that seven B’alam must carry it out.
O-of course, she, she was not complaining. And she had not meant to sound vain, as if her siblings existed only to help her! In truth, she knew that whatever it was that their destiny entailed, it would be a burdensome one, and it would be the task of all seven to share that burden evenly so that none would collapse under its prodigious and awe-inspiring weight. It was a duty—a sacred one, if the Weaver had placed it upon them, and there was no doubt, even in Wisp’s worried mind, that this was so, and that it was His will that had placed them there. She only hoped that she did not disappoint them. That she would not prove a missing link.
They did not break their fast on the way to wherever it was they were going. It was important, then—even more important than dawn implied. Or perhaps dawn was the entire point—a symbol, perhaps? Was this the day they would finally begin their path? Begin the purpose for which they had been made? If so, then dawn it was that they must complete whatever ceremony or errand they had been awakened for, for there was no more appropriate time for new beginnings than the beginning of a new day. She thought. Unless she was thinking too much about this. That was the problem, she was always thinking, and it just…was not what she should be doing at all times!
So she followed along with her siblings, eager to follow the destiny, trying always to walk just behind Stillwater—but Elosai had that spot. His dedication made Wisp feel ashamed of herself. Ashamed that she was not all she could be or should be. Someday, she told herself, I will be worthy of my siblings. She told herself that every night before she went to sleep, as she gazed, for one last time that evening, upon the family the Weaver had seen fit to bless herself with.
She did not deserve them. That she knew.
They were making their way through the library as the sun rose high enough to filter through the artfully placed windows that punctuated the space. The library…one place alone in all of the city symbolized more than words themselves the feelings she had for Mirro te Weavia. It was an important place…for Water Tribe. It was the center and the symbol of their entire culture, and it was clear that Stillwater and Xiaoli loved this place. It held a special place in their hearts, and she even wondered sometimes if it was the physical representation of their hearts. It was not the first time Wisp had visited the library, and certainly not the first time she had been here in the presence of her mentor. She had gotten the feeling from him that he…had expected her to feel the same deep connection to this place as he did. But try as she might, she had felt a tiny emptiness every time she tried to tell herself that the library was home. The library was not home. It was Water Tribe, and even if she had been woven for water, Wisp was…different. She and all of her siblings were different. They might have the same physical features as the tribes, but she had never felt like any of them, not a one, belonged to those tribes. They belonged to…to the Weaver, to each other. But not to Water Tribe, and not to Water Tribe’s holy heart.
Or…wait, what was he doing? Why was he smiling—oh! Stone slipped away to reveal cleverly painted wood, and beyond that, a lit passageway. Wisp’s heart began to beat faster, and she found herself stumbling as she tried to keep up without stepping on her brother’s paws. Where were they going? It was somewhere special, she had never known this place existed before! This was new, this was—was this what she thought it was going to be?
The passageway opened into—o, Weaver, may I be awake! Let this not be a dream! A chamber! In the library! A table, supported by carved emblems of B’alam that held the table on their back, even as she and her siblings bore some noble burden, and carved around the edges…
Were it not for the blessings of observation her Creator had seen fit to bestow upon her, Wisp would never have heard the words that Stillwater was saying over the thunderous sound of her own heart beating. Though her face remained calm and serene, and her posture demure, she felt a chill go down her spine at the words, and suddenly…
She understood.
Those three sentences, that was the reason why. Why they had been created, why they had been taught by an arch-magus himself…and those gleaming silver masks, despite their sightless faces, held Wisp’s gaze as she answered Stillwater’s question.
“I saw a new dawn on the world, filling the library.”
((I apologize if I made any assumptions about anyone's character xP ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:27 am
He waited in silence, his gaze expecting nothing out of those gathered. Like most of his questions, this one had many layers to it. He wanted to know more of what -they- saw for themselves and what they interpreted it to be rather than the obvious. Elosai, shy as ever, answered for what was before him. It wasn't a bad quality and Stillwater knew that while the B'alam gave a simple answer, the speaker of the answer was anything but simple. He was shy, complicated in his own thoughts, but hesitant to put thoughts to his tongue.
He offered him a small smile. "Yes, in part." He said, then lifted a paws and gestured for the others to share their observation.
Chaucer remained silent but his eyes were thoughtful as ever. He saw the smaller details that easily were missed by the common observer. He would likely have noticed the golden etchings on the mask, the type of fabric used, he likely even coming up with his own theories behind the secret chamber and the mask itself. True to his nature, he didn't speak right away. His mind was likely reeling, drawing everything in and clinging to it as if it were a valuable trove of treasure.
His gaze moved on to Eulalia. She, like the others, was fascinated by the secret beneath the empty halls above them. She had a contagious energy, fed by eager excitement and curiosity. She wasn't overly-fond of the library at present, that much was apparent. It was dark, empty, and completely deprived of any sort of color or trappings that would have made it more comfortable. In a way, it was kind of a sad place to behold, but like anything there were layers of meaning behind its current state.
He nodded at her answer, another single word but one that reflected her own train of thought.
Finally, Will-o'-the-Wisp, spoke. She had a hungry look in her eye that set her apart from the others, a longing. At times it had been hard to look at her. There was a thirst that he had yet to quench, a desperate question that she couldn't rightly put into words so he couldn't rightly answer for her. Looking at her now it seemed as though she had finally found the answer for herself. There was a relief in her eyes, a sense of security at long last. It was as if she had just curled into the perfect bedding and settled in for the night.
His smile grew as she spoke, spilling her own observations out in a simple but poetic statement.
"You are all correct." He said, first motioning to Elosai. "This is the library. You should all be quite familiar with the upper levels." He motioned to Eulalia, "They are empty, yes, but it will not always be so. The library is like the mind of a newly-woven B'alam. It's empty but the potential is great. It is the observations of the newly-woven that begin to put information within us. We begin to form opinions, thoughts, feelings, dreams, and ambitions. The same goes for the chambers above us. One day, the collective information of the realm will be stored here for all to come and see. Newly-woven will finally have a place to go to learn, and those of us who have walked the realm for a time will have a place to observe that which is beyond us. But... libraries are without paw and wing-"
He motioned to Wisp, "As the sun rises this day, so too rises a new purpose for you. The weaver saw fit to bring this collective here at the start of all things. This library is your collective mind, and you are its eyes, ears, the paws that it must travel on."
He smirked and motioned to Chaucer, "And you will do so in silence." It was a playful jab at his lack of an answer, but it served well as a lead into his intentions. "This chamber is your new home. It is a secret place for you to come and rest yourselves, to study, and most importantly- to record. As you were woven, so were many more. Each B'alam will have his or her own story. Some will be content to live simple lives while others will rise to greatness. We call this history, and it is something I feel we must record so those that come later on will have the knowledge that we founders gain."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 5:01 pm
 Duskmourne followed with the rest of her siblings. Dusk wore her veil to cover her light sensitive eyes. Though it covered more than just her eyes it too covered her entire face. One may wonder how she could see. the Balam could only smile at that. As the sun continued to rise it would continue to get harder to see. She may in turn require one of her siblings to help her back.
Dusk had only just finished her evening lessons. Magus made his call as she was about to head to clumber. Therefore while the rest of her siblings had to now rise she had already been in the hallway heading to her darkened quarters. As the Magus lead she followed. Though she was there she remained silent and watching like a shadow cast upon the wall. Most of her siblings answered Stillwater eagerly while instead remained stoic contemplating. There wasn't a single word for her to describe the empty library. Instead her mind began working on a sorting her feelings into a poem which she would scribble down once business was concluded.
The darker passageway would have been perfect if not for the lamps. Even they would have bothered her eyes if not for the veil sheltering them. As they entered the empty library Dusk's soft red eyes gazed through the empty shelves. One day they would be not so empty.
The oath which scribe had carved beautifully brought a smile to her face. Everyone was still helping them, soon be time to give back and use the skills they had been taught. Even Dusk had a hard time holding in her excitement of finally getting out into the world. There was no one else here like her, no one else had thick leathery wings and pointed ears and could see so clearly in the dark. Despite being surrounded by her siblings whom she cared for it was still a bit lonely. She had a longing to see and meet others of her own kind.
This secret chamber would be their new home where they would meet all together once a year.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 10:32 am
Nirdēśaka Prakāśa couldn't believe how early they had to get up. It's not that he didn't enjoy waking up or something, of course he did! It means a brand new day. New things were going to happen and new things were going to come to be. It would be an important thing that he viewed this day. Most importantly would be what these new things would finally mean to him. What they would mean to his siblings. And finally what they would mean to Stillwater and the Grand Weaver himself. They have been training and learning all this time to become the Silence. To become the History within the books. To record everything that goes on in the world itself. They would be sure to view everything of importance in the world. Everything that needed to be recorded in the library for others to view for all the time in the world. It would be so important for them all. For so many generations to come! He couldn't help the feeling that was welling up into his stomach. The feeling in his mind and soul. It was all just pure happiness. Pure emotion for what they were going to for the Grand Weaver. For what they were going to do for all B'alam. He giggled lightly to himself and wiggled with excitement from his head to the tip of his tail.
As they approached the library, he tried to turn his excitement down at least a little bit. Tried to bottle it up so that he wouldn't make them all feel uncomfortable to be around him. But he really couldn't contain much of it. Still wiggling about with the feeling that welled up in his heart and soul. It was really the only option he had. It was the only way he was able to express himself fully. Express what was deep inside.
When they came into the library, he looked around. He had been there before on his own, but only really thought it was a pretty building. Since it didn't have much in it, he never gave it too much thought. Though he did want to be sure that he and his siblings made sure to fill it up. They had to fill it up with all the history of the world. With everything that will happen. With everything that should happen. He was most excited about all the new B'alam they would get to witness! They would all get to read anything in the library once they could get something in there. He was really far too excited to truly think straight at this point. Far too excited about everything that was going on. What really made him wiggle hard in excitement was when they got to the back of the library and Stillwater opened something up! It was an amazing thing to watch! And he would be sure to remember exactly where they were going now. He was sure that this would be the most important place to his siblings and himself.
As they made their way down the hall, Nirdēśaka was taken in by the lamps. The light that they emitted was stunning. They were one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. They made his soul calm. Made him reflect on himself and what he was going to be doing with his life. That must be how he acts. He will aspire to be the same as these lamps. To be a guiding light. To be the calm within the darkness. Certainly that's what he was made for. What his purpose was.
When the table came into view, he really wasn't sure what to think. It was a very interesting sight to behold. And the masks themselves were beyond beautiful. They were something of importance. Of course these thoughts made him start wiggling all over again. The excitement was really too much to contain. He had to try and share it with his siblings. Let it all flow over them! He then listened to the oath. The thing that would be who they were for as long as they lived. Would be their purpose...
"We are the silence within the silence.
Our eyes are the eyes of history.
Our words are the words of the ages."
The words that Stillwater spoke reverberated within him. Made him wiggle all the more. Certainly wiggling was quiet enough! Then he took in the question placed before them all. The one thing that they saw... As he thought on it, he took a breath to answer, "I see the light in the darkness. The light that will guide us all to our destiny." He nodded to himself in response.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 4:06 pm
A smile rested on the silent watcher's maw, as each one of this Phen and Phal, began to utter their answer. Teal eyes looked around, and could only brightened with fascination with each comment. Till they focused on the first to speak, it was soft and focused. Such a single wood was cuddled in timidness. Elosai. A content sigh left Chaucer, as their water Phen. He seemed to be the shyest of them all, yet he was the first to speak. Which was very bold, and daring. Which caused the winged tahtll to match his slipped gaze, and give him a reassuring nod. It was a good answer.
Nirdēśaka Prakāśa had always seemed to be lively one. His constant moving and wiggling full of life's expression, always seemed to put a amused smile on his brother's maw. Which couldn't help but grow with amusement at that moment as Chauscer took in his deep words. He really was a shinning example of a light triber, not that he had known other light tribers just yet, but Nir just seemed to be what light is and embodies it well. He was a 'ray of sunshine'.
Next it was Will-o-the-wisp's words that tugged at his ears that caused his attention, and teal eyes to move over to her. Her answer was also very true. It was the dawn, the start of a great legacy. Just as how the dawn announces the start of the day, this moment. Right here was the start of what would be an amazing collection of b'alam and the tales they weave. The idea all but excited the Tahtll and caused his fur ruffle with a to shiver, all the way down to puff his tail, with the delightful idea of filling the library.
Pulling his wild gaze from his Phal, Chaucer looked at his winged kin. Her's were bigger and much darker then his own, and that wasn't the only thing they seemed to share in common as she too had yet to say a word, yet-a smile tugged on her lips and adventure filled her shadowed gaze. It was a puzzling yet, foreboding stare as it twisted lovingly with a subtle longing of something more. She would be able to see the best of what was to happen in the dark, Chaucer's own grin twisted to a smirk as he couldn't help but feel a poke of friendly jealously. She was a prize to be able to see more then what the others could in the dark, that was sure.
'emptiness'
The word tugged and caused Chaucer to turn his ear over to his fire phen, it was so blunt and literal. It caused a heated desire to grab hold of his chest, that only fueled he desire he had to fill the empty library. It was very eye opening, and raw with truth. It -was- empty and would remain such if they were to do nothing about it. Such a thought caused something to shake Chaucer's very core. They -had- to make sure that never happened. The Winged Tahtll, found himself nodding his head in agreement with Eulalia. It was at that moment he had felt his jaw had slacked and wobbled a little to the movement. Quickly closing his maw, he made a tight swallow. the idea was actually kind of frightening. He should find the time, to thank her for being such a realization in to being.
As Still Water spoke and made a little jab at his paired silence Chaucer. He had to speak and say such only to such a remark as their teacher finished. He felt he had to...
"I am only silent..." Chaucer spoke and took a step from his sit in the back to look at each one of his siblings. He was so lucky and blessed to be able to call them such, and he hoped such endearment was reflected in his teal tinder gaze.
" for I have been render speechless by the uttering of such wonderful words, my Lord." Chaucer spoke with a bow of his head to all his siblings and teacher.
" Anything I have to say, would not dare to compare, so less I be the stillness in the silence. For I am reassured, that this library will be indeed filled with the history that will be witness and written by our paws." The Wind b'alam's head remained bowed but he spoke loudly for everyone to hear.
"I can only offer my thanks to you and the weaver to be given such a burden-....nay opportunity."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 4:14 pm
Once the word left her lips, Eulalia went back to gazing longingly at the masks, not realizing she was leaning ever so slightly forward as she did so. She would be allowed to touch it, this she was certain of. She hoped soon. The anticipation was killing her. It looked so smooth, so detailed.
The Fire nantlil snapped back to attention at the sound of voices, straightening herself back up, and sitting her butt on the ground so she wasn't as tempted to move. Her attention was required, not on the masks right now, but on Stillwater as he explained the importance of this day.
Opinions, thoughts, feelings, dreams, and ambitions? She'd never really thought of herself as having any of those. Least of all the last two. She wished for nothing and aimed for nothing. Even if she hadn't been brought here for a purpose, down below the library, she would have been content with her simple life of lessons and learning new things. Meeting new B'alam. She didn't need anything more out of life. But, of course, whatever it was Stillwater was asking of them, she would do. If mostly just to get her hands on a mask. Eulalia was the kind of creature who was happy with most of their lots in life. There was little she didn't like.
Except having to enter so much as a toe in water. It was barely tolerable on her face after drinking.
As the Magus continued to talk, the Fire's face scrunched up a little bit more. She wished he would get to the point. Poetry had never been her strongest subject. The most she got out of it was they were moving here? And that this place would one day be filled with lots of history. Why they were here had something to do with the empty library above....
Eulalia's eyes stared off into space as she thought about this. Her ears listened to the others, caught how quickly they understood what was going on here. But unless something was bluntly clear, she always had problems seeing the meaning.
It wasn't until she listened to Chaucer's words that it finally became clear.
"We will fill the library."
The words that left her mouth were both a realization of what they were doing here and an assurance of their success.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 1:02 am
Duskmourne’s arrival did not escape his notice. Stillwater lifted his eyes to regard the female and nodded gently in silent greeting. The lights would bother her eyes, but he made sure to space them so there were plenty of shadows cast. The chambers where the originals would be kept were dry, dark, and hidden away. The Dark Tribe would be able to roam the original archives without fear of damaging the pages with the light of a lantern or torch. Light Tribe members could bring their own gentle light. Everything worked in a poetic fashion, one tribe assisting the other where each fell short.
It was hard not to smile at the eager, almost cub-like antics of Nirdēśaka Prakāśa. The young B’alam was hardly able to contain himself. He was wiggling, his eyes sparkling, and his grin highly contagious. He found himself laughing lightly, not in mockery or dismissal, but in response to the youngster’s demeanor and easy, simple, but meaningful response. “Indeed, Nirdēśaka. Not just those gathered here- but those beyond these walls, beyond this tribe. From every corner of this continent and beyond the big-water.”
Again, Stillwater laughed as Chaucer spoke. “Your big brother, children.” He nodded towards the wind B’alam. “Flattery in every syllable. The voice of a poet.” He looked to the others and filled his chest with a slow, deep breath.
“This is your home. It is a place of sanctuary. You go into a new frontier, and I will do all in my power to give you the tools you need. The burden I ask of you will become heavy. You may see things that weigh on your very soul. You may grow weary, your paws heavy. Your hearts may break and your minds may dull…but here you will always find healing, at least in the comfort of your sisters and brothers. Here you may speak, here you may rest, here you may lay your masks aside-”
His tone took a more serious tone, and his eyes moved from one individual to the next. “But out there…you are a silent observer. A shadow. What you see- you cannot touch. History can never bear our paw prints because we record, we do not sway. It will be hard, I feel it in my very soul. There may come a time when you can no longer bear the burden of the mask. If…that time comes, and it very well might for some of you, you must swear that you leave all you have seen within your mask as you pass it to another. This is an order that will never be bound by boundaries or kingdoms, I will make sure of that, but this is the price we must ask of you.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 2:41 pm
A frown spread across the Fire's face at the next words, as they filled her with a sudden worry. The purpose they had been brought down here sounded more important than she had first anticipated. Collecting records of what she would see to fill the library with the knowledge, that she could do. Eulalia had pride in her memory to keep those stories and experiences within her mind until they were needed for the pages of a book. But to do so with a quiet, and merely observant, mind made her feel very unsure about herself.
Eulalia wasn't known for being the most quiet of B'alam. Sitting still wasn't really her strong suit. Compared to the others in her group, she felt very childish. All this poetic talk hurt her head a little bit and made her feel rather stupid.
Although, at the same time, it was fueling her determination to do good. Stillwater was trusting her with this, just as he was the others. That must mean he had faith in her, right? Than she should also have faith in herself. Which was simple enough. With childishness usually came positive thinking. Bad thoughts never seemed to last very long in Eulalia's head.
Time would tell how long that would last. The world outside the Tribe was larger and less forgiving than she was used to.
"So we must return here always before removing it?"
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 10:36 pm
Dusk caught Chaucer's gaze toward her, he like the rest were getting more excited by the moment. But there was something more jealousness; Of her? she couldn't be sure. There was not much to be jealous about they were all equal at least in her mind. Though she had always been a bit jealous of the rest just a little. They could spent more time during the day together where she was but a shadow cast then
Chaucer was addressed and his words rang true for many of them. Even Dusk. There was much to be thankful for. Had she not been woven among her sworn siblings things would have been very different for her. she made sure to thank the weaver every morning for the blessing she'd been given.
Upon meeting Still waters gaze she offered her own greeting in return without a single word. Simple words were not needed here. All that needed to be said was said with a gaze. She Continued to listen silently as Stillwater's Words began to weigh heavily upon her. Was such a time inevitable? Dusk only knew what she'd read the world could not be as kind and welcoming as this place she would forever call home.
Nay she would not falter, not now. She like her sworn siblings had come too far. Dusk would continue her task until her last breath. This was her purpose after all.
her sister then posed an interesting question one which caught Dusks attention.
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