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Ianna Umbridge Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:34 pm
 Cert HereThis is a Private Journal. You will need permission from Arrien before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg Arrien to allow you to purchase, take, or trade her child. They are NOT for sale in the least bit. If you want one, you will have to visit The Ghosts of the Past shop located in Breedable/Changing pets. Concept © Kyrianna
Art © Kyrianna, VechnayaNicolai, and SyekiAbout VanajaAwakened: 03-20-06 Gender: Female Guardian: Kiv Species: Lesidhe Vanaja's First Journal With Danny Can Be Found Here
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:15 pm
~ [1] introduction
~ [8] home
~ [2] thread map
~ [9] album
~ [3] rules
~ [10] items
~ [4] Vanaja
~ [11] gifts
~ [5] past
~ [12] summary
~ [6] Guardian
~ [13] events
~ [7] friends
~ [14] memorial
~ [15] disclaimer
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
~ Please make all posts in-character.
~ Please do not post without permission. People who always have my permission to post are:
--- other Guardians and their GoTPs,
--- any shop-related mule,
--- friends of Vanaja or her Guardian,
--- and those dropping off presents.
~ Follow all rules of Gaia Online. At all times. Period.
Vana posts in green.
Kiv posts in brown.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
  Name: Vanaja ("Vana")
Guardian: Kiv
Past Life: Lesidhe
Origin: Ireland
Approximate Physical Age: 4~5 years.
Known powers: Photosynthesis, mimicry.
Date of Arrival: March 30th, 2006
Date of Wisping: Apr. 15th, 2006
Date of Ghosting: July 6th, 2006
Date of Birth: Sept. 17th, 2006
Growth to Toddler: May 7th, 2008
Hair: Shortish strands of flat grass, a few leafy twigs as well, all smoothed downward.
Eyes: Soft pinkish-purple with heavy eyelashes, with small green-yellow gems half-circling the bottom of each.
Skin: Medium brown with bright yellow-green markings along the ankles, neck, and wrists.
Other traits: Fern-tail, leafy twigs embracing her limbs.
Brief Personality: Vanaja has always had a gentler, sweeter personality- but that's been changing as she's come under Kiv's care. Though she is still very intuit to the needs of others, she is beginning to inherit a more feral streak from her new Guardian, especially in terms of being protective over others. She is very in-tune with the different forms of life around her, and seems to have difficulty in not placing value on every tiny being.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
Love is a funny thing. It always has been, and probably, it always will be. At the same time that it unites, it can tear apart; even as it creates great blessings, it can force horrendous tragedies. It creates new life with every passing day, but has also inadvertently caused many deaths. Consider those who fight wars for the love of their country. Those who lift guns for the love of their families. Those who destroy the unknown for the love of those that could be harmed by it. Granted, there are other emotions that are in play in those situations as well; fear, anger, ignorance. Love may well simply be a justification... but that is still a flaw, and one that plays a very large part in our story.
It was a long time ago, and far away from the comfort of our armchairs and computers. Across the seas for some of us, maybe just a quick car trip for others... who knows, maybe a few people could simply walk and stand in the same place as, long ago, the Lesidhe once wandered. The Lesidhe were the people of the forest, those who had a tongue for the trees to speak through and hands for the animals to work through. Among the leaves and branches of their tree-covered lands, they were all but invisible, their own barky skin and green extremities indistinguishable from the nature around them- and this was not only good, this was the height of ecstasy for them. Their love- love, love, that dangerous word, love- was the wilds, to be a part of the greater world around them. While the humans sowed their fields and built their homes and paved their streets and smithed their weapons, the Lesidhe danced with the wind-strewn leaves out in the woods. They sang out the song of the mocking bird, and they soaked in the wisdom of their elders and whispered the words of the trees to those who were ready to listen. They were the Law, the only Law that the woods could abide by; they were the Guardians, the only Guardians that the woods could trust; and they were the Voice, the only Voice that the woods could give to the humans that approached ever nearer to its borders.
Nearer. And nearer. Oh, the humans were ambitious; even as they laid their claims to the sand-coated beaches, the cloud-gathering mountains, the plains and the riverbanks and all else that the lands had to offer, they eyed the woods of the Lesidhe. It wasn't long until strangers came into their midst, dressed in heavy clothes and speaking with voices that could barely be called human and with skin so dark it could be mistaken for tree bark, speaking warnings to the humans of the perils that awaited them between the trees of those woods... ah, but not even the frightening prophecies would deter them. They crafted themselves axes, the steel strong and deadly, and with mighty swings that sent trembles through the very land of the forests, they hacked away at the fringes of the forest and claimed the trees for their own.
When dusk came and the lumberjacks returned weary to their homes, they noticed nothing of the mysterious mushrooms that had sprouted around their homes and encircled them. If they had, they would have thought immediately of the faerie rings and known the warning they posed- ignorant of the sign and tired from so much work, they merely entered their homes and went about their business, soon falling into a deep slumber with no thought of the strange warnings the strangers had given.
As it turned out, retribution was swift and terrible upon those that had killed so many trees, and morning brought with it the disturbingly beautiful scenes of the woodcutters' dooms. In but one night, each and every lumberjack's house was strangled by weeds and vines and ivy, the doors held shut by the strong growths. The insides of the houses were filled with tall grass and flowers, with not a single sign remaining of its former denizens save, perhaps, a few claw marks in the heavy coating of moss covering the walls- marks which were already disappearing under fresh growth. Those that had been trapped within the buildings repaid the forest for its losses by feeding its children with their own bodies, a sentence imposed and granted by those that were nature's Law and Guardian and Voice.
This warning, the humans heeded. The Laws of the forest bore terrible consequences indeed, and whether they liked it or no, the humans learned quickly what was and was not permitted within the forest borders- either through the quiet whispers of knowledgeable strangers that came in the night and left by the dawn, or by the far more harsh method of death when a Law was broken. The Forest bore no mercy for the humans that would wander through it, and even the smallest of mistakes would be answered by a mysterious execution. And yet, the humans could still not leave the forest alone; every year another fool challenged the Laws, and even though the fate they met would be death, another one would come anon to challenge anew.
It was perhaps unsurprising then that, outraged by the constant idiocy of humans, a stranger arrived in the human's village one day to declare one new, ultimate Law. Any human that wandered between the trees of the forest would be answered with death, with no exception! Any human that thought this was a bluff died swiftly, and the rest quickly learned to keep themselves to the lands already claimed. They were of course discontent with this, but against what seemed to them to be the very force of nature itself, what else could they do?
With this new Law, the strangers no longer appeared among the humans; there was no call to, for the Law of the forest became the laws of the people. Once more could the Lesidhe revel in the glory of nature without fear for the safety of that which they loved- yes, that word- loved so dearly, for the Law protected them all. If a human strayed into the woods, the Lesidhe acted in turn to deal with the threat immediately, acting as a group of individual killers to guard their precious forests.
There was a good deal of sadness to this story, of course. For what was a victory to the Lesidhe was a terrible plague to the humans. As the animals fled to the safety of the protected forests, the humans found less and less food to support their ever-growing population. The great bounty that the woods had to offer, the innocent bounties of medicinal herbs and fair hunting and good berries, were unreachable. Humans were adaptable, of course, and could make do with what was available- however, there was no hiding the great treasure that the forest was accumulating, and the constant temptation drew their greatest hunters to bring back food and, haunted by the taunting cries of a mocking bird, would never be seen again.
Strangely enough, it was not the great hunters that would be able to truly challenge the Law of the forest. Change was brought, as it so often is, by only a small child that foolishly strayed into the woods, challenged by his peers to catch some game by sundown. Boastful and arrogant, the child did not back down from the dare and ventured forth. Children often played through the fringes of the woods without drawing the ire of the forest's Guardians- after all, children were always the ones that were closest to nature, and it was almost difficult to consider them the same sort of creatures as humans were- and so it was not until he had wandered deep into the woods that the Lesidhe took notice of his presence and, murmuring among themselves, began to decide the fate of the foolish child. They could not let such a challenge go unanswered, but was it really their will to kill a young boy?
It was decided- their will was not to kill one so young. But that did not mean that their will was to allow such a boy to wander their woods unpunished! And so it was that the boy began to hear the jeer of a mocking bird, challenging for him to catch it. With the boundless enthusiasm of youth, he chased after the sound- for how was he to know it was not a mocking bird that was calling him, but a Lesidhe intent on mischief? Back at the village, it was approaching nightfall, and the boy had not yet returned. As the sun fizzled away beneath the horizon, his friends grew full of worry and guilt; had he become lost? Was he hurt? Had the forest killed him? Even though they swore themselves to silence and returned home, their silence was too clear a sign to their parents that something was wrong- and when news spread that one of the children was missing, the truth was forced out of them soon enough. The boy had gone into the woods on a dare, and he had not come back.
The villagers met, angry and fearful. As the parents grieved so loudly over the boy that they love-love-loved so, the village elders spoke amongst each other to decide what must be done. Long had they permitted the forest to rule their actions, but that was only because such actions could be prevented easily with a little common sense; if the forest had decided to prey on those without enough sense to protect themselves, however, action must be taken. The forest had killed the child, and this was not disputed amongst the humans. It was clear that the human village could not coexist with the forest, and therefore, the forest must be destroyed.
Torches were lit, and vows were cried to the sky. The humans advanced on the forest and, with no more mercy than they thought the forest had shown the child, cast their torches onto the bushes and branches. Smoke rose quickly, all but invisible on top of the night sky; but though the Lesidhe could not see the fire, they felt the trees screaming through the deepest roots of the forest, and all rushed quickly to the defense of their beloved woods.
All, that is, but one. That one was too busy singing the song of a mockingbird, chortling to itself of the confusion on the boy's face as he slumped to the ground, panting and tired from the long chase. Such a silly creature, this boy was! So silly, in fact, the Lesidhe could not believe that such a thing could ever grow to be a threat to the forest like the older humans, the like of which it had hunted down many times before. The Lesidhe watched as the boy cast his eyes to the darkened sky with a suddenly terrified look. It was late, and he should be home- he knew, no doubt, the trouble that he would be in. He said as much aloud, getting to his feet and casting his gaze around. Which way was home?
The mockingbird sang out; the boy ignored it, picking a direction and beginning to walk, wildly hoping that it was the proper direction he was set off in. When the sounds of the mockingbird began to follow him, the boy turned and tried to spot it... but as usual, nothing was there. He was not playing this hunting game any more, he said aloud- he was trying to go home. The Lesidhe followed the boy in silence, keeping an eye on his movements to ascertain that he would do nothing that might harm the forest as he wandered, lost, further and further from home. The boy's face grew more and more scared as he continued on, his movements more clumsy as he grew tired and panicked. He could not find his way home, the Lesidhe soon realized; he had left home, and now he could not find his way. It was as if the Lesidhe wandered disguised through a human town and could not find its way back to the forest- it thought of how horribly lonely it would feel, how terrified and anxious, and knew that that must be how the boy felt.
Even as it began to resolve itself to having to somehow assist the boy to finding his way back to the human village, that same village had become the stage for the last and greatest skirmish between humans and Lesidhe. As the fire burned away in the background, with several Lesidhe desperately trying to smother its terrible hunger, the Guardians were already working to their revenge. Vines sprouted from the ground and tried to crush humans in their grasp, while wolves tore through the flesh of the man-beings and howled their frustration to the skies. Animals met their fates at the end of the pitchforks and sickles of the farmers, and many of the creatures fell to the fire even before they could join the fight. The ground was soaked with man-blood and covered with the ashes of the forest, while the women and children of the humans hid while the birds and smaller creatures of the forest fled for safety.
News of the battle reached the ears of the lone Lesidhe at last as these animals ran by, screaming their fear as they passed and giving the news in bits and pieces. The humans said that forest took the life of a human-child, and for that, they were trying to kill the forest. The two sides were killing each other, and soon there would be nothing left of either the village or forest. Hearing at last the death-cries of the trees, so far off in the distance, the Lesidhe felt heavy the shame of not being there to fight with its brethren; but, perhaps, it could still be of some help. Emerging abruptly to the child, the Lesidhe commanded the boy to be calm and told the situation, and promised to get the boy back to the village if he would agree to try and stop the fighting. The boy promised without a second thought, and the two set off towards the village as swiftly as the Lesidhe could bear them.
When they arrived, however, it was to a desperate-looking scene. Human bodies littered the ground- the fires were fanning out of control. The remaining Lesidhe might have been able to contain it, if only they were not so intent on their vengeance on the remaining humans... and the remaining humans held their own. For every man that fell, a wolf did as well. Rarer were the bodies of the Lesidhe, but there were so few left, so few....
Carrying the human boy upon its back, the Lesidhe called out dramatically for an end to the fray, pleaded to its brothers to turn away and save the forests they loved so. It held out the child as proof of no wrongdoing, and the boy cried for an end to the battle as well as he was set on the ground.
Theoretically, this is where it should have all ended. The Lesidhe certainly thought so- its fellows had listened and were already retreating from the fight, for its words had rang true- the forests they loved (that word!) were clearly of more importance. The humans had their boy-child, and there was no more call to battle.
However, there was too much hot blood amongst the humans for this to end perfectly. The men did not trust their own eyes, and regarded the appearance of one of the "evil" creatures holding a creature that looked (but, of course, could not be) the boy they had lost as sheer mockery. It was, ironically, the father of the lost boy himself that fired the first arrow. His aim was good and true, and the arrowhead bit deep into the flesh of the creature that taunted him with the visage of his certainly dead son. This attack only set off a flurry of others from his fellows, who charged the attack on their one remaining target. The Lesidhe quickly succumbed to the wounds and fell dead to the ground, the little boy screaming in terror and disbelief before being felled himself.
The Lesidhe's demoralized brothers, already retreating from the fight to save the forest from the fires, did not return to avenge its death- probably for the best, for the entire forest might have been lost and every last Lesidhe might have perished in the battle. The flames were soon extinguished and the remaining Lesidhe, heart-heavy and battle-worn, retreated to the furthest reaches of the forest. The humans won control of the forests and proceeded to use them to whatever means they desired- and never again did the Lesidhe challenge the humans for dominion, but rather lived scarcely and quietly, so much so that it is hard to say whether they lived at all. And so it was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
  Name, Personality
Kiv is the only name she knows, totes or accepts- though of course, it is unlikely that that had ever been her true name. After having "lived", for lack of a better word, an unsettling long time among the spirits of in between, Kiv has been returned to the living world to care for Vanaja. She hardly seems to have melded with society, however- even in as kind a world to strangers as Gaia, Kiv has made herself into a happy outcast, avoiding the dirty streets of human cities except when her parental duties or shamanistic work demands otherwise.
Though she may look human, it would not be advised for one to be the fool that treats her as such. She acts very much with the mindset of a wild creature, asserting hers dominance upon others and relating mostly to people as their position in her pack. Kiv may be intelligent and capable of communicating her needs in a verbal manner, but she rarely opts out of including physical cues and threats to get her way. Even worse, she's demonstrated that she has few qualms about actually hurting someone, even hurting someone badly, if they try to interfere with something she finds to be a part of her "mission".
Appearence, Fashion
Kiv appears very human, to her disappointment. Her face is longer than normal, her canines are somewhat prominent, there's a hint of gold in her otherwise brown eyes, and a few out-of-place wisps of fur on slightly pointed eartips- but otherwise, there's very little about her to suggest she were ever anything but the odd woman she is today. Thinking the human form unsuiting, she has grown somewhat touchy about her appearance, and often compensates for the strangeness of her own face by wearing a mask over her face, growing her brown hair long and mane-like, and covering as much skin as possible with loose-fitting robes.
Background, First Life
When originally born, hers was the body of a Tribal wolf, a forest creature that had been awakened by magic, often by having a soul inclined towards such a thing and passing through a place of great natural power, and were said to literally walk two lives at once. Though later there was debate as to the nature of a Tribal creature and how they made their way through life, the simple truth of the matter is that upon awakening, one self would govern over two bodies at once. One self lived instinctually, as nature intended them; another lived among other creatures of like fate, in a joined tribe of varying strength over their world. The Tribal self is very much aware of its natural double, but its other self is rarely fully aware of the situation, having limited intelligence at best despite sharing the same soul and self as its Tribal counterpart.
A tribe such as this often appointed themselves guardians to a place, person, or territory, or else sought some purpose to explain their intelligence and authority. Her tribe was not particularly notable among those ranks; a little small, there were perhaps ten Tribals in all, as well as one human creature that was their ambassador to a nearby human town. Among her own tribe, however, Kiv had great influence upon the actions of her people. She was called the Voice of the Spirits, a master shaman, acting as an adviser to their leader and the wielder of the natural arcane.
Outside of her tribe, Kiv's natural self lived among the pack to which she had been born. Her position in the pack was alpha; swift-footed and strong, she was the top of the females, deferent only to her mate. The pack was not very notable, either; living well and far away from human territories, it flourished without conflict.
That was before the Great War began, though. When the people of Thought and the people of Dream took arms against one another, the leader of her tribe desired to flee. Kiv had other desires, however; the spirits spoke to her, and convinced her that it was the responsibility of her tribe to protect their magical kin. When she was unable to persuade the tribe's leader, Kiv used the powers alloted to her by nature to force her way to leadership of the tribe, and led them to join in the war.
Though her tribe's actions were solely aimed toward those that would threaten her and her kin, Kiv became feared by those in the town nearby. This was compounded when some of the young men of the village went to join the war, and one was badly injured in a fight with the people of Dream. Nothing said by her nor the human ambassador could calm the humans, who were convinced that it was only a matter of time until the Tribals would turn their aggression to them. Eventually, they came to view the ambassador as a traitor and spy, and warned him off from the town. When he came anyway to try and establish goodwill, they imprisoned him and issued a challenge to the nearby tribe.
(more to come)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
Yashima: Does not seem trustful of the pup, or anyone of the female persuasion. He set those feelings aside to comfort her, however. I know little otherwise. Zasalamel: Another pup that lost his mother on that day. I think he and Vanaja understand that they are similar. His new caretaker is a friend of mine from in between. Coailiann: I don't know if they actually know each other so well, but this is the pup who Danny died protecting. I would like to have Vanaja meet with her again. Oak: I think this pup is more of a plant than Vanaja is. He seemed to be looking after her when she was trying to cope with her guardian's loss. I hope that they become friends. Vilia: Nessalyn's pup. We only met her as a wand, but it was the first pup that Vanaja got to meet since she came into my care. Kaveri: Very young, but with a lot of life. This snake-child seems to get on very well with Vanaja, though her father is far too soft-hearted for a child's good.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
Kiv: Any pictures that might have been taken of Vana are no doubt where her mother used to live with her. I hope to find them someday. Until I do, though, I will make my own.
Kiv: This is the pup as she came to me. She is very... interesting. Equal parts creature and plant, with a soul I would not dare to describe. I think there is great promise in her, hidden instinct and a true power, but she does not seem to be interested in it at this point in her life. I hope that that will change as she grows.
Kiv: (Coming soon)
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:16 pm
Kiv: Maybe someday, we will find a way to recover the pup's old belongings. For now, though, there is very little I know or understand about this, and I do not know how to help.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:17 pm
Mar. 30th, 2k6: Danny gets a strange-looking stick to take home.
Apr. 15th, 2k6: The stick-wand wisps into a little green ghostling!
July 6th, 2k6: The little green ghost blossoms into a bigger one....
Sept. 17th, 2k6: Amazing! The ghost changes at last into a solid, breathing baby!
Dec. 8th, 2k6: Danny is killed. Kiv is brought from in between in order to become her new guardian.
May 5th, 2k8: After a long period of recovery and rediscovery, Vanaja has finally come into toddlerhood!
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:17 pm
 Quote: Oh ................ holy ................ s**tThe magic seeped straight through her skin like a knifeslash; every inch of Danny's flesh went running with shivers, stiffening her back and her legs, locking her hands around the grip of the gun as her eyes went wide and face ashen. And for a wild, hopeful moment, she thought that that might be all the effect that the magic had had. The first second passed. She tried to take a step forward, as if to try and establish that she was still alive. The leg moved, then slipped; the woman crumpled forward to the ground. What color had been remaining to her, was now being leeched at a frightening rate. She could feel everything just... draining out of her. A broken bottle on the ground, no longer able to hold onto any of its substance, liquid trickling down to be sucked hungrily into the ground.... The second second passed. Did I... I screwed up, didn't I? Oh, yes, she did. She knew it. She'd lost it; lost everything. So close to finally getting her degree, all the hours she'd sunk into her schooling were now wasted. She'd always thought she'd had a future. She'd planned it out. Get a degree, get a career, fall in love, get married, have two children- one boy, one girl... live happily ever after. She hadn't thought it was too much to ask. And when Vana had come into her life, she thought it'd been ruined.... And now, no sooner than she'd discovered that her life was still an open book, that she and Vana could live and grown and find a great new future in front of them..... The third second passed. Barely able to so much as roll her head, Danny couldn't even get a good look at the ghost child she'd grown so fond of. It was probably just as well; she didn't know if she'd want Vana to have that sort of memory on her anyway. Still, the little girl's face was all too clear in her mind. Never fallen in true love, so seperate from her friends and family... sometimes, Vana was all that she thought she had. It was all she had right now, at least. She was... terrified. Terrified of losing her baby. But she wasn't losing her baby. Vana was still alive, still well... and maybe she'd be able to get out of this mess. Danny sure wasn't going to. I love you, babe. I really, really love you, and everything you are, and I wish I could see everything you would be---The fourth second passed, and Danny was wholly and irrevocably dead. In the playpen, despair washed over Vana's face as the Guardian bond disappeared. The child did not cry, though- not even her little birdsong version of a baby wail. She rolled over, flat on her back, and started blinking back tears to the ceiling. There was no way to express mourning over the passing of her Guardian. Her baby mind could barely comprehend what she'd just felt pass. The little girl just... lay there....
Her killer was Talbar, one of the followers of the Big-Ups. This should not be forgotten.
I was there to witness her death. Her bravery... I cannot say simply that without doubt. She was not wise. She was brave and she was strong, but I could not call her wise. She was... an angel.
She took a weapon from a pup and took the fight instead, though she had no chance in it. The troll killed her in seconds, and used her own life force to repair the little damage she had inflicted with her gun.
Her death served purpose. I do not know that you will understand this as you grow, Vanaja, but her death served true purpose. It was a warning, it was a beacon. The living saw the true threat that they were in, and combined their strength to defend themselves. And I... pup, I was hidden. I hope with time that I will explain better to you, but I was hidden from that evil spirit and had taken no action to defend your kin.
Danny fell, and I reconsidered. To say it lightly. I did salvage some of her life energy. I was able to help- I KNEW I had to help- thanks to the actions of your mother.
She was a brave woman, pup. I know very little of her other than that. I trust you not to surrender what you have learned from her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:17 pm
~ The Ghosts of the Past concept belongs to Kyrianna.
~ The art is copyright to Kyrianna, VechnayaNicolai, and Syeki.
~ The banners were created by Pales.
~ Vanaja, Kiv and Danny are characters belonging to Arrien.
~ All individual posts, arts, and other such things belong to their respective creators.
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