NomadGaia 924 Popular Post Share Posted March 21, 2021 The sing-song voices of nature would seem to grow hush. To all those attuned to the Aspects, a tug would be felt deep within their very soul. Of loss, of pain, and sorrow.. yet clear within- peace and relief. A fellow Brother or Sister was now no more, and had passed into the Eternal Forest At first, there was darkness. Then, from the infinite, black expanse, a light of emerald shone. It pulled that disembodied spirit forward, into warmth and safety. The feet of the Elder Ame landed on solid ground, and she felt soft grass fill the space between her toes. Finally her eyes opened, and before the druidess, a familiar red-haired ame’ stood. But she was… She was on the battlefield before. It wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Then the realization hit her. “I…?” the ame’s scratchy voice sounded out, amongst the chorus of nature. She would tilt her head, looking to the Dragaar. The ame’ woman in front of her nodded gently at that, beginning to speak, her words almost a breath. “For the duties… I’m sorry. Sister Orison, you have… passed. You shall see Caribou, and Owl. You are.. part of the forest now.” “Oh.” Awaiti fell silent for the moment, her gaze lingering on Taynei’hiylun as her long life flashed before her eyes. She thought back on all her successes, and on all of her failures. Even now, they gnawed at her. “Did I do alright?” she asked, earnestly. Taynei’hiylun simply smiled, and nodded some at the question. “You did beautifully. For your people, for yourself,” she’d say, offering both of her hands out to the weary elder. “Many will cry for you. Many will be inspired by you. You did your absolute best.” Awaiti looked down at her outstretched hands, gingerly lifting her hands in order to take Taynei’s into her own, but before she could, she noticed something. Her arm was back. Her real arm- flesh and bone. At its sight, she recalled the battle in which she’d lost it, and with it, all the battles throughout her life. She had fought, until the very end. Against countless threats, and enemies to her people, and to the balance, but this time… she had lost. Now it was time to rest. Finally, time to rest. “I did my best. I failed a lot, but I did my best,” she’d say, her hands intertwined with Taynei’s own. “That is all we can do.” Behind Taynei’hiylu, a shimmering viridian portal opened, showing the diminutive ame’ all that the realm contained. Her lost friends, family. Her brothers and sisters. A place of rest, and peace. She saw Abelas, Arin, Hareven, and all those she cared about. “Where would you like to start?” the Dragaar asked, softly. “You have your eternity here now.” “Can I go see Hareven first? I’ve wanted to see him since this started… I want him to know we’re trying.” “You have his touch about you. I thought as such,” Taynei said through a tear stained smile “I’ll send you along to him with Owl. It may give him comfort as the coming trial grows closer.” Before Awaiti could respond, the Dragaar reached into the air, a familiar staff manifesting in her grasp. It was Awaiti’s staff. “Your daughter. The one named of my old friend. Would you like for her to be entitled with her mother’s memento?” Awaiti looked down at her old staff, her brows furrowing some in thought. She remembered what she left behind for Irrin. Her staff though… was meant for another. “Ne, ne. I left something for her… something important.” Her hands rose to lay gently atop her staff, the ame’ taking a deep breath. “Can you give this to Nivndil?” She’d say, barely above a whisper. “I… loved her.” “Love,” the Dragaar corrected her. “All those of the leaves and soil are still here for one another, in that world or in this one. And she loves you. And Irrin does as well. And more upon more. This changes nothing of love,” she’d say, reaching up to lay her hand gently against the side of her now unscarred face. “You are an example of our kin’s love.” The elder Mali leaned into Taynei’s touch, letting out a sigh of relief at her gentleness. Her amber gaze returned to the portal, fixed upon Hareven, and Owl. She smiled. “Thank you. I… I think I’m ready.” The Dragaar waved her hand toward the portal, the scene shifting to focus solely on Hareven and Owl. Standing, she took Awaiti’s hand, and led her into the portal. Spoiler This is just a little ooc blurb. I just wanted to thank everyone who's contributed to the story of my character and made her such a memorable and heart. It's been an incredible experience all around, lots of cool rp, lots of heartwrenching stuff, lots of weird stuff too. I've had a good time with them, and I'm sad to see them go, but I told myself I'd PK to decent rp, and here we are. Thanks for the memories, yall. https://tenor.com/view/goodluck-agent-salute-gif-12255669 Art by czerwca and Numirya respectively 62 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HazelWazel 447 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Elenora Zytiaear sits quietly within her home upon the edge of her bed. Her dented helm within her false hands. She was there for what occurred, though she saw not- she could assume to the events. She felt the pain and sorrow- yet peace. The tears she wept though held nothing but anger and frustration. She would pause only a moment, before moving to a stand- setting the helm where she once sat, and leaving her partner asleep upon the bed. Down the stairs she went into the basement of her home, carefully looking through her shelves- before she pulls out a singular box. Within it an old and dried bouquet of mismatched flowers, a ribbon poorly cut. Her wooden fingers brush across the ancient things, her glowing gaze closing now as tears rolled down her face. All the moments that they had spent together, all the times that Elenora had fought by the others side- they raced through her head. The moments upon Atlas- atop the ruined library where Elenora took Awaiti upon their first date, the wisdom that had been shared throughout the decades. The moment within the Sparrow Grove, where Elenora took the Hurricane's hand and led her back to the boat, back to her people. Every moment clutched her heart and squeezed, as if she was in the midst of a storm.."I pulled you from death before once. I wonder did I fail you then, and not now? Perhaps you were suffering all this time? But even in the sadness in nature's song.. I felt peace. I hope you're at peace.. You will always apart of me. Your strength paralleled to none. Both the calm and the wrath of a storm.. I have and will always love you." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Delmira Sylvaeri sits within her house, reading through books. Her eyes cast up as the door opens and her beloved moves in. Grasping a cup of tea prepared she readies to hand it off to her partner, only for the news to reach her ears. The glass slips from within her fingers- clattering to the floor. Shock, confusion, rage bubbled within the small frame of the Mali'ame, thought it all led back to the same place- sadness. The healer drops to her knees instantly, beginning to pick up the pieces of glass frantically.- despite the tears and sobs that began to seep out. Eventually her hands were grabbed and stopped before she could cut them open, the woman's counter part pulling her up and to a hug as the cleric released the sadness she held for her deceased seed sister. The woman in which if it was not for her the cleric would have long since lost her path and way. The woman who was her rock, her friend, her only family for so long. Though deep down, the cleric knew that the hurricane had found her peace, she could finally rest knowing that her legacy was in good hands."Mayilu.. I... have so.. so much to do, and I will do it.. for her." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juno. 1276 Share Posted March 21, 2021 As soon as she felt the voices' sorrow, she knew. She ran to the gate, where her sister soon came and fell against, fear in her gaze. "Tell me lari'onn! Who was it!" The Fox Druid pleaded with the Phoenix, tears already welling her eyes. "I-I heard Sister Scorpion cry out Awaiti...I'm so sorry." The wind stung her tear soaked cheeks as she ran to the beacon near the city amongst the redwoods, the formation of her mother's hard work. She banged on the stone, pleading with it to let her see her one more time; let her say she loved her before she explored the Forest. Silence was all she got, Taynei was already leading her off. The voices of nature twisted in sorrow, screaming and crying as golden tears sunk into the grass below. Hileia quelled what she could, fighting with Sonna to soothe her poor soul. But she could not be soothed as she trudged towards the hollowed out trunk, unsure of where else to go. She opened the door to her mother's room, trembling as she spotted her bed. She collapsed amongst the pile of pillows and blankets, gasping as she realized it still smelled of her. She curled up into the nest, unable to do anything but sob into it with uncontrollable grief."I didn't get to say goodbye...mom...please don't leave me.." Her pleads were futile, and she knew that, but she couldn't help but plead. As she pulled on the blanket, she found a hidden chest, opening it to find several items and her mother's will. Golden tears stained the sheets as she read it, and then lifted the items in her hold."I will carry on your message...haelun." And at that, her skin started to sprout orange fur, and her bones cracked and reformed amongst screams of terrible agony. A sad fox then slept amongst the nest, trembling and crying throughout the terrible night. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lockages 489 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Was, and will always be the best grandma. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser 1357 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Cullas takes a breathWhere were you when Awaiti was killed my spooks? I was home drinking druid-juice I get carrier pigeon "Awaiti is kill" "No" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
linzexu 121 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Somewhere between here and the eternal forest, a red-tailed hawk soars across a sunset sky, and releases a shrill, mournful screech of sorrow. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Will (TauFirewarrior) 2464 Share Posted March 21, 2021 "Sorry for leaving you so abruptly, Awaiti. Nevertheless, I am glad that the time between my passing and your arrival here was long." says the Caribou Druid as Sister Orison enters the Eternal Forest 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
WestCarolina 1779 Share Posted March 21, 2021 The solemn Caerme'onn sits where it all began, before a hearth in a scene similar to the bustling village where she first met her grandmother. Her opposing hand fiddled with the ironwood ring on her ring finger, slipping it off to clutch tightly in her palm - a ring carved by Abelas Sr., for Awaiti. Miven peered up at the Oracle's sun with her own golden eyes, whispering, "Marmaln Caribou, Marhaelun Awaiti, give me strength." 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Unwillingly 11113 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Spoiler Aight who's cutting onions 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmat 7461 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Off in the vast wooded hinterlands, alone and surrounded only by beams of moonlight and deep shadow, Avius felt the latest of many icy notes thrum within his soul. The aspects' song of which it formed the terrible crescendo could now never be ignored. The cinder druid had expected to hear new things, indeed he had been told such. Nevertheless, this veritable rolling chain of death, perceived raw and constantly in his bad luck, was hard to endure. Platitudes crossed Avius' lips of the aspects and stalwartness, but at length he slumped into his own crossed legs and he sobbed, unknown to all but the trees. Whether that was for the mentor and friend he had lost, or for his own internal suffering, who could say? 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vic 483 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Briala laid with her head in her wife's lap, tears rolling down her face silently. She'd not believed it when Ciliren told her of Awaiti's death, nor had she wanted to accept it. But it was true, her grandmother was now in the Eternal Forest. Once she had recovered enough, Briala took up a quill and began to write. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Endaaron 82 Share Posted March 21, 2021 The Phoenix druid sits alone in the wilds, her armor from the battle still on her body, but not a single scratch on her skin. She sat there with quiet tears streaming down her face from her glowing eyes. "I know we didn't know one another" She begins softly, to no one other then the nature around her. "But I'm sorry, I was at that battle, I should have tried to help you, or died trying... in the end I fled because of fear I was forced to feel. I would rather have died defending nature and a sister, but the day of my death must wait as there is still much work to be done. I am sorry Awaiti, tell Syllia and Vex I say hello please..." The Phoenix Druid falls silent after that, now morning alongside nature in silence. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kholibrii 978 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Somewhere deep in the woods of Almaris Karnath would be on the hunt for inspiration for his Grand Task, attempting to be at one with nature and find what he can do to best protect the balance. As he wandered through the lush forest he’d whistle along to the beautiful melody produced by the singing birds that filled the canopy. After wandering for hours on end the ‘ame would reach a large lake, taking in a deep breath as he looked out upon the untouched beauty before him. After finding a comfortable boulder to sit on, Karnath would remove a small notebook from his satchel, beginning to write down possible ideas for his Grand Task. “I hope I am able to impress her.” He’d whisper to himself, completely oblivious to the passing of his Guide. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CorweenieTheJedi 889 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Sevrel did not know Awaiti too closely, though they did share a love for the mali of Elvenesse, and a passion for it's people. He was saddened to hear of her passing. He went to a secluded section of the woods of Elvenesse, with a small bundle of cactus green. He burned the offering, and mumbled a prayer for the elder 'ame, another one of the eldest lost to the sands of time. "Ker’ayla, ehya ahern'nae Awaiti. Mar’haelun ehya mar’maln, myumier nae lin" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DahStalker 2844 Share Posted March 21, 2021 The Calendula Druid silently idled within a grove of golden-budded flowers with the arrival of the passed Sirame. Upon being noted of her crossover the dark fleshed elfess couldn’t help but smile, calloused digits fixated upon her stave. “You have made quite the impact, my sister.” She remarked simply with a nod, aureate glow thrumming deeply from the etchings along her flesh. “I still recall your childhood when you were a mere protege of mar’maln. How you have blossomed.” 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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