O'Ruvetel, My Ruvetel

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[!] Self-RP post regarding a little druid event. Don't mind me :3

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O’Ruvetel, My Ruvetel

♫: Carry Me Out - Mitski

 

 

WOE OF THE FIRST TREE rang quiet, sorrow kept behind a bite; time rendered her bark dull and hair withered. “Is this truly the end, Mother?” 

To that, the Green Lady gave her bittersweet chuckle.. “No, my child. Far from it.” Memory of her rested on soil, and earth indulged what it could. From there, her echo rose skyward; a reminder of new day, a conclusion, that death was only rebirth.

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♫: Falling Man - Blonde Redhead

 

Even the uninterrupted rainfall couldn’t wash away stained blood, latching to the skin of his palms like a panther did the tree. It was a proud tradition, no matter how barbaric it’d seem to the highborne, or even a commoner; to dip his fingers into the blood of game, so that nothing of an animal would truly go to waste, so that in his times of doubt, his hands reminded that he is a hunter, as if it were the only fact that mattered. At least, that is what his dear grandmother lectured him. It was an ordinary day amidst that Grove, as ordinary as it could get–with the promise of doomsday creeping closer on every passing sun, and every dim moon. The skies brought their constant shower unto the land, and cacophonous storms echoed in the horizon as though it were laughter. Laughter for what it’d condemned the lands of Aevos to, and its people. 

 

At least, that was the common consensus amongst the population of a soon-to-be sunken continent.Yet Caius sneered at the fact, to acknowledge Aevos as his home, to forget where he truly originated, all for the cheap price of easing his heart. Although its memories were both stale and mere, nostalgia still ran rampant, eating the back of his mind; how he missed Almaris, the forests were bountiful and wide, and the people were once tolerable. 

He recalled venturing off into the wild Elvenesse–or Amaethea–as the sight of ogham stones stood in the distance, like they were calling for him. Carved runes and unintelligible text etched the ancient rock, with moss and lichen coating the damned things too much to be understood. And if it were not knowledge he collected, it was instead a trinket; the feather of a white bird, one of which he gifted his mother. His mother was never a happy woman. Or, at least, he suspected that, no matter how far the facade ran. With every placid smirk, or perhaps every exaggeration to halfway-decent gifts, deep down even as a child, he knew. He wondered if they stayed on Almaris for longer, would her wounds be mended with time? Could the comfort of home be enough to satisfy her, to satisfy him? It was empathy he exuded, empathy for the mother he had, for the scarcity he possessed, and empathy for what was to come to The Watcher.

 

He was an ant compared to the great Kyorli, with himself at a full stand, and the Watcher’s elder form buried from the neck down, with only its head peeking out. It was an ugly thing, Kyorli. His eyebrows had extended far outside the perimeters of his face, and his unlatched jaw rested terribly against the mossy stone; small whispers of wind echoed out his maw, as if he were breathing, yet Caius wasn’t a fool. There was no life left in this husk. His survival depended on the responsibilities of a druid, kept lethargic as they held his core, lending whatever power they gathered themselves. He wanted this core, this heart, he wanted it greatly.

To die with your memories, with your origin, was a privilege not many had been so lucky to recieve. 

You will sink with what you came from; and I know that you will thank me. My selfishness is to be commended, much like my ability to ignore bittersweet that clings to my tongue, and my intuition that assures me you’ll be unfulfilled in a newfound continent. I will bury you with the yore of Al’avariel, because I know it is just.

And as the Bog spoke its promise to the Jungle’s Guardian, he found a new task, one dire to complete ‘fore they found themselves off the accursed lands of Aevos. It was the least he could do, for the Watcher.

 

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You know it will be a good one when you got Mitski in the background