Juno.

Accompanying Music

[!] Pinned to every road sign across the realm is a charcoal sketch on frayed parchment, delusional ramblings neatly written below in a deep, tenebrous ink that seems to catch no light.

Crows are not to play with snakes, no matter how shiny their scales and luminescent their eyes.

Crows are not to play with snakes, no matter how sweetly they hiss or how enchantingly they move.

Crows are not to play with snakes no matter how small they may seem, no matter how weak they appear.

For even the tiniest serpent can carry the most deadly venom.

I flew too close to the nest, was too entranced by reptilian ways.

I leaned in too closely as forked tongue whispered promises to me, ignored natural instinct to turn and flee.

Oh how quickly did such body wrap around my small frame, how expertly did fangs sink into my flesh, how agonizingly slow does the poison course throughout my veins.

For years I have been constricted, and for many more will I continue to be, I suspect until the end of time.

I know the venom will never kill me, and I’ll never have the strength to break free from the body coiled tightly around my own.

But perhaps I have been ungrateful; perhaps I can’t truly complain.

For even though I will never fly free again, the snake has kept every vow it ever made.

What a small price to pay.

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Throughout their trial, a red fox would watch and follow from the tropical trees, gold eyes scanning the terrain and how they reacted to such in their state. As Boreal reached the gate, the fox ran off, a small vulpine smile on it's furry face.

"And so it is finished, well done."

[!] A flyer is seen posted in every nation and settlement, pinned to the walls of Taverns and road signs:

Hope to see you soon!!

With dull eyes did the woman glance over the scrap of paper, her gaze pausing momentarily at ever 'snake' she read.

o' snake...o'snake...the snake within...o'snake...

Over and over did such words replay in her mind, eyes widening, heart beating faster, breathing becoming more difficult. Snakes slithering up her body, hissing in her ears, mouth widening to showcase sharp fangs, such digging deep into flesh and ripping her apart..

No, it is not true. Only I can see it, so therefore it's not true. Her hand grazed over the rune that have been inscribed on her days before. It's not true. It's not true, It's not true...

Or was it?

Only a couple days prior, on the 24th of The Amber Cold, deep within a cold cave were similar cries heard.

Just five days prior to little Yulnayl, a little fox was born.

"And so it is done."

A Fox somewhere hums before continuing on her journey.

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“Ouch!”

The elven child hissed as a splinter wedged itself between her bare toes, her soles not used to walking the rough path ahead of her. She had always stuck to the soft moss of her forest, never wandering too far into the mountainous terrain. However, she was ten now, and that meant, in her mind, that she was ready for a new challenge. No matter how much her feet bleed, she would make it to the top of this mountain!

The redhead brushed her unruly hair from her sage green gaze, accidentally wiping some dirt on her face in the process, before stealing her resolve to keep going. The girl had only taken one more step before she heard a desperate cry in the wounds, high pitched and terrified. The lari knew that sound, it was the sound of prey before being killed for dinner, but this time it sounded so much younger, and so much more scared. 

She changed course and went off her current path through a dense part of her forest, one that only her mother would go through while she stayed home. Thorns caught on her freckled skin and wolves howled in the distance, but the girl kept going, curiosity willing her to find what had made that noise. Louder and louder it got as she kept going, as did the howling of the wolves and rustling amongst the bushes until finally she found the source. Just among some berry bushes lay an injured kit, it’s leg seemingly broken, and it was all alone.

Aww, where’s your momma?

The girl cooed as the baby fox bared its teeth, nipping at the elf in fear. She paid no mind however, as she scooped the skinny animal up in her arms and held it close to her chest.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Can’t say the same for the wolves though.”

The movement of said wolves’ quick feet were starting to close in, and even as the fox cried and clawed in protest, the child ran off with it in her arms, all the way back home.

“Haelun! Look what I got!”

The sound of groaning and the shuffling of books sounded from within the small cottage, a darker skinned woman sticking her head from out of her nook.

“What now Mavis...I thought I told you to play outside!”

“I did play outside haelun, and look what I found!”

“Great, a pet, and a sick one at that. Let the wolves feed on it, child, it won’t last long anyway.”

“Yes it will! I’m going to heal her! And she’s not a pet, she’s my friend!”

“Animals aren’t friends Mavis! Now put it out before it makes a mess!”

“FINE”

The child shouted as she turned and slammed the door on her mother, stomping off into a little cave where she liked to play. Frustrated tears streamed down her cheeks as she settled in her nest, setting the kit beside her as she began to wash it’s leg with her bowl of water.

“Don’t listen to haelun, she’s a meanie. I’m going to take care of you and we’re going to be friends! So don’t worry, you’ll make it, and I’m going to call you Lune! You can call me Mavis.”

Mavis healed the kit and raised it in her cave, playing and enjoying the fox’s company for several months until winter came, and the vulpine grew sick. No matter how hard she tried, the child was unable to heal the fox now, and it died only after a year of being rescued. The child carried the dead fox into her mother’s cottage once again, the woman looking up at the animal in her arms with the same expression as before.

“See? What did I tell you? It wasn’t going to make it.”

“B-But I f-fixed her...and she was d-doing fine..”

“Go bury it and get over it, Mavis.”

“Everything dies.”

…

“Everything dies.”

She repeated those words as she kneeled before her husband's grave, a hand on her growing stomach. The Grove had grown quiet over the years, and the Fox had grown used to it’s silence. For no matter how quiet it got, no matter how many of her friends, family, and children moved on, she always had him. She always had her other half.

Not anymore.

He had died, just like her sick friend. Just like the human Haense-man from her monster hunting days. Just the ferret loving druid she had first befriended. Just like the woman who had continued raising her in that wood elven village, and taught her most of what she knew today.

And now, the silence had become unbearable.

Using her scythe to come to a stand, and with two other staves and a pack on her back, the lari walked over to the bulletin board underneath the towering tree. She took out the note she had rewritten several times, crumbled as it hadn’t been so neatly tucked in her pocket, and pinned it to the board next to the drawing of a fox she had made. A whistle then followed for her companions, each vulpine wearing a golden circlet around its neck, and each receiving a letter before running off to their locations. They would find her again in the wilderness.

A heavy sigh left her chapped lips as she looked back over the Grove, at her home in the distance, and the pool that poured down below. She allowed herself one last option, before closing her eyes and turning towards the gate.

“Don’t forget me.”

And then she ran, and was gone.

-=-

Hey guys! Thank you so much for the all wonderful rp you have given me on this character. I’ve been playing her since I first joined the server, about a year and a half ago, and I think it’s time I put her away for now. However, she is not completely going away as you will notice I said this was a semi-shelf! What I mean by that is that I’m still going to hop on her to teach her students, interact with her seed/children, and whenever someone messages me on discord that they wish to send her a bird! She will still be reachable while on her journey, and will return for rp when asked! I just will not be playing her as my main anymore or hoping on just to walk around and do casual rp. I will only hop on her when there is a set purpose for such. I will bring her back in the future when I feel the time is right!

Thank you all for everything

<3

Just now, Willstertheking2 said:

"Maybeh Mavis es bad luck... es t'at two now?" The Grand King pauses for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh before tossing the missive into the fire.

 

Die

Wide eyes, tear stained cheeks, dry lips, mouth hung agape

Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away as the city began to crumble and fall.

As her husband fought underneath, and died.

She felt his passing, the voices of Nature carrying their sorrow to her as she was pulled away from the city’s destruction. It was all she could feel as she ran to the cold walls of the Vale in search of her mother. And as soon as it hit her, everything was different, everything went by in a blur.

There was no color, no sound. Food had no taste, textures had no feel. Days on days without eating, without sleeping. The sun was no longer warm, the feel of her mothers’ embrace no longer comforting. 

How does one live without their other half, how can there be a ying without a yang, how can there be tides with no moon. How can she exist without him.

She keeps going for the sake of her children, for her duty, but she is only part of what she was before, a fraction of her soul is what remains.

She will never forget, she will never be whole again.

The Fox read over the missive with a perked brow and thoughtful hum, sitting amongst the fire in her foxhole. "So the monks choose to spare you? I see. Hopefully you have you have learned your lesson, and won't be going after a mother's cubs again." At that, the red-headed mali panned to the decaying head on the wall, Tahorran marks painted across it's pale cheeks. "Oh dear Tahlia, don't make me hunt you again."
 

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She stunk of alcohol and cigarettes, such clinging to her brother’s clothes which she always wore now. The evidence of her sins lay around her as she slumped against the wall of Veritas’ tavern, alone as usual. 

“Are you alright child? You seem to be far from GOD.”

The lone Elyra looked up to see an anemic figure standing over her, a crimson colored cloth held over his maw.

“Do I now?”

She commented in a sassy remark, her words slurred due to her inebriated state.

“Perhaps this is what GOD had planned for me.”

“You believe it’s plan is for your end, steeped in the smell of alcohol, plagued by the disease of sin? What has happened to make your life come to such a sorry place?”

And so she told the man everything, every detail of her life from start to finish. She spilled her woes and fears, her uncertainties and depressed thoughts. By the time she was done, there didn’t seem to be much emotion left in her, just a tired, decrepit form.

“Do you wish for freedom.. Do you wish for life away from sorrow?”

A trick, you know it’s a trick. Such a thing does not exist.

“Does such a thing truly exist, freedom from sorrow..”

“Yes child - it does exist. Freedom from sorrow, sin, and suffering. I can show you that it’s existence comes for the shepherds will it to be. I ask once more, is freedom what you desire?”

“...Yes”

“Come with me child, I will show you the path to freedom.”

The half elf followed the strange man away from Veritas and up on a hill looking over the village and meadow. A soft breeze blew through her thick curls, a sigh escaping her as she looked over the land.

“Look down there child - what is it you see?”

“Flowers...trees...Veritas..”

From the eyes of the man came crimson tears then, slowly dripping upon the ground as he looked out.

“This is the accursed lands that hast been given unto man. Lands of suffering, death, and sin.”

As the man spoke, his whole body began to tense, seemingly beginning to grow larger.

“These are the lands I can free you from - I can bring you a higher existence, away from all this.”

Of course. So naive.

“So this is what you meant by freedom..”

The man would tense further as what appeared to be fur would begin to rip from his clothing, from his flesh. Blood and gore dripped from him as the flesh on his hands would tear open, revealing claws.

“Yes child...freedom.”

Idiot

The creature dropped a notebook and pen on the ground before the girl, it’s maw cracking open with pained grunts.

“Write your wills, for soon you shall be free.”

“Can I ask one final thing then...a promise to the dead.”

As the creature’s features began to become more obvious, a nod came from the damned flesh. All that could be seen now would be that sickly maw of a beast, flesh hanging upon it. Large, sharp teeth and twisted claws that would carry the blood of the wretched upon them. This thing waited for a moment, speaking in a pained rasp.

“Speak - for soon you shall be sinless.”

“Make sure my letters and things get to the right people, and keep my scarf intact. That’s all I ask.”

The beast nodded, and so she began to write, terrible handwriting spewing on the paper due to lack of skill and shaky hands. A couple tears stained the pages as she wrote, some letters taking longer than others due to length and emotion.

So this is how I will die.

“There...I have finished.”

As those words had come from her mouth, so too would claws meet her stomach, shooting through flesh and gore. Another pair of claws quickly shot towards her heart, aiming for a quick and painless death.

“Rest.. Find happiness.”

Blood splattered over her tear stained letters, gasps and sobs retching from her draining body as she uttered her final words, as her soul left those golden Elyra eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.”

And she meant it, more than she had ever meant anything in her life.

“Rest - you are forgiven.”

The creature spoke before feasting upon her flesh and blood, leaving just her head and the scarf intact, as promised.

The Letters

-

Nikolai

Alicjo

Tara

Anduin

Vyasaldris

Acknowledgements

My first pk. Pretty bittersweet but I was ready to put this character to rest so I could focus on my others and free up time. With college starting I just do not have time to play so many characters. I want to thank @RaiderBlue, @Goon, @BobBox, @Valannor, @TheIchorDruid, @Vic, and @Covey for all the great rp I’ve had with this character. I love you all and thank you for contributing to Verendus’ story <3

[!] A grandmother somewhere has a heart attack.

A silver fox ran to her mother and gave her the note, Sonna reading it over amongst the snowy hills. Her expression was unchanging as she read it over with a thoughtful hum, producing a meat treat for the vulpine as she sat by a tree to write her own note to the lone eagle.

Tucked away within the confines of her shop did the thill hear about the paper from passing customers, perking a brow as she read over the letter handed to her. A degree of interest crossed her stoic features as she folded and tucked the missive into her corset, starting back down the stairs to the entrance of the bookstore. "How interesting, I wonder what mayilun will say...Perhaps I should pay a visit to the silver city."

Sonna took the letter from the hooded figure with a curious look, checking it over before carefully opening it. Upon reading the words, a sorrowful sigh escaped the red head's lips, a couple tears shedding down her cheeks and dropping onto the paper below. "Rhathalas...Awaiti, and now Tanyl...oh how I miss you all. Rest well, brother...thank you." 

The Fox Druid then pocketed the letter and put on her coat, making her way towards Norland..

Just now, Johann said:

Shared sentiments with those above. Warding and abjuration is something that has frankly been out-of-place and useless for transfiguration as a magic. As someone poised as a means of antimagic and the arguable pinnacle of magical mastery it's very underwhelming in what it can do.

Yeah what he said

Have never used it, and I agree with making Transfig one slot

I really hope this gets accepted, this genuinely excites me. Awesome work 

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“Realise.. that the wind does not ripple through your hair, or against your skin. There is only the wind. The soil is not cool against your toes, it is not soft against your legs.. there is only soil.. You are not Sonna, the Fox Druid.. you merely.. are.”

“I merely am..”

“Let go..”

In a flourish of emerald green and bright golden light, their souls left behind their mortal bodies and transcended realms, all for a daughter to be reunited with her mother and for sisters to smile at each other once again. Grandmother guided the young fox through the eternal pines, hands brushing against ferns in all too familiar terrain, until finally they found her, sitting as if she had been waiting for them all along.

“H-Haelun..?”

Hesitantly, daughter called out to mother, reached out to her, unsure if this was real, unsure of what to say or do. She was met with open arms, and the Fox ran to them, sobbing golden tears as she clung to her mother’s soul.

“I’ve thought about you all every day since I got here.”

Amongst tears then spewed proclamations of love and apologies, regret at their last conversation and how much she wished it could be different; how much the Fox wished she had gotten to say goodbye.

“I was never angry with you, my child. I was only afraid. I worried you would walk down a path I once followed. A path of anger, full of fury and rage. I never wanted that path for you.”

Oh how I walked down that path, and for how long I did such, blinded by grief and rage that I took out on whoever I encountered down such. I am so sad, so angry..

“I’m proud of the person you’ve become, Sonna. You are far from the person I met all those years ago, in our village. You’ve done beautifully.”

How can I deserve such praise, what have I done to warrant such. I am undeserving, I’ve done nothing.

“I’m so lost haelun.. I don’t know what I’m doing or what to believe.. I’m so tired and sad, I don’t know if I’ve done the right thing, or if I ever will.”

I am nothing.

“Nor did I in my life, my dear. All I could do was my best. But I was never alone. I had others to help me, to guide me. To strengthen me. And to pick me up when I fell down.”

But is my best good enough, will it ever be enough? What do I do if it's not?

“This is so hard..”

“It was never easy. And to tell you that it gets easier would make me a liar. But I can tell you not to bear these burdens alone. Your greatest strength. Any one person’s greatest strength is in our bonds with others. That is what carried me forward. That is why I lived as long as I did. Lean on others. Let them strengthen you. And when they themselves are weak, raise them up as well.”

Minutes turned to hour as the three spoke and cried, holding onto each other for as long as they could before their worldly duties pulled them back to their realm.

“Our time is close..”

No, I can’t, not yet. There’s so much more I need to tell her. So much more I need to apologize for.

“Everything is going to be okay, Sonna. I’m not going anywhere. One day, we will be reunited here. We’ll have tea, and I’ll show you all the wonderful places to see in this realm. You’re strong. Both of you. Stronger than I, in many ways. You’ll find your way.”

No, that’s not true. I’m not strong, not even close to stronger than you. Please.

“It’s time to go.”

I don’t want to go, I don’t want to leave. Please, don’t leave me again..

“I love you, haelun..”

“I love you, more than the sun loves the green grass, my dear. That will never change.”

“She’ll be here suika, here when it’s time for us to join her.”

I can’t..

“I am proud of them all. Every last one of them. Tell them I miss them. I love you both, so very much. Take your time, my beloved family.”

“I’ll tell Abelas I saw the both of you today.”

But I must..

The Fox repeated the names of everyone waiting for her at home; husband and son guarding her body, children waiting for her at home, family happily going about. She could not, and would not leave them, no matter how hard it was to leave her. 

And so the two left the Fae and returned to their mortal bodies, too exhausted and too full of sorrow to stand. Sonna was lifted and carried to bed by her dutiful husband and son, forever comforting her in times of need. 

And she fell asleep, reminiscing on Awaiti’s message to give to everyone.

“I recall my last message in my final will to be something along the lines of...anyone can lead. But that much is not as important now, I think. To those that would listen to me, to the echo of my spirit, I would urge them, above all else, be kind to one another. Be forgiving. Help one another, and look beyond our weaknesses and flaws. For if there is one thing I’ve learned, here in this place, it is that no grudge is worth taking to the grave.”

“Love each other. Wholly, unconditionally.”

“That is what I wish to be remembered by.”

I will never forget.

Reserved

Lit

MC Name:

         Junoix

Character's Name:

         Siss'sira Elverhilin

Character's Age:

         141

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Pale Blood Magic

Teacher's MC Name:

         JustGrim

Teacher's RP Name:

         Cain

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

The Elyra read the letter over and over again, studying each sentence as if some hidden meaning or joke would pop out at her. But there was no joke, no invisible ink, nothing; Revas was dead. Verendus slowly sunk to the bottom of the ground, the buildings of Veritas seemingly spinning around her.

Who...Who do I have left? Why...Why are they all leaving..?

The half-elf clutched the letter along with the vial of ashes she worn around her neck, curling up into a small ball in the dust.

I only have three left..

A Mother prays for her son’s safety!

(Have fun Zill!)