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A giant icy construct stomps through the realm in the name of his maker. He comes to the missive upon a board, leaning in with a frosty misted exhale as he reads, answering only with a grunt.

Why you so cute though

Silas comes home to a crow bearing a letter. But this crow...wasn't just any normal avian. It was a memory. It was regret. It was the bittersweet sorrow that cooed in the back of his mind all these years. Upon the sight of the bird, Silas slowly slips his helmet from his head, a fresh-bladed dent in the side of it, tossing it aside. He kneels down, extending one hand slowly to the creature as if it were some mythical beast from a realm not his own. "By the gods, Peter....what happened? How are you here?" Naturally, the bird would peck at his hand, to which Silas quickly scoops him in close, rubbing his beak like he always seemed to like. Much to Silas's dismay, the birds croaks were hoarse, and it was greatly aged. He slowly takes the letter, bringing both it and the bird inside. As he enters, the crow's lifelong companion, Silas's falcon Annil, would appear in spectacular spectral blue fashion, and the two would dance about in the sky of the living room as Silas takes a seat. He slowly unveils the letter, sitting before the flame of his living room, casting blue eyes upon the words within. As he reads, his eyes grow glossy, his mind clouded with endless questions that will never be asked. He finishes the letter, setting it beside him and pouring a glass of vampiric red wine, gazing into the inferno as they always used to do together. "Nous ne brûlerons pas.." he whispers, taking a sip of wine as the wave of his oncoming life rushes toward him.

Rijka Physical Description: The Rijka is a larger species in the family Leporidae, known for its rabbit-kind. Growing to be about the size of a small/medium dog, these creatures grow to be about 15 pounds fully grown, and about 2 feet in length. These beasts sport an ivory horn anywhere between 3 to 12 inches in length, coming in different shades of pale yellow, cream, and white. While this horn generally extends forward, it may corkscrew or curl any number of times on its path, taking various shapes. Some Rijka may have gouges or naturally grown patterns upon their horn, either from genetics or dominance struggles with others. Female Rijka tend to have shorter horns, around 3-7 inches, while the males boast a large 6-12. This, however, reflects in the quality of the ivory, as females tend to have a much brighter white, while the males often dip into a yellow or off-white. The pelts of both genders tend to have a natural variety of browns, whites, yellows, and in some cases burgundy or navy blue. A Rijka’s ears may be either perky or floppy, dependent mostly upon their parents, with few outliers differing from their inherited traits. Rijka bear no sharp talons, rather relying upon the size of their hardened pads to provide traction upon things such as ice. Utilizing their strong legs, Rijka can run up to a max of 20 mph (32 kmh), though this quickly exhausts them. The lifespan of a wild Rijka is roughly 2 years. Eye color of Rijka may span any shade of green, blue, black, or brown. In very rare instances, specifically among that of the navy blue colored pelts, the Rijka may have deep purple eyes. While this eye color can be bred to occur with other pelt colors, it is extremely rare. Habitat/Natural Behaviors: Rijka are native to Northern habitats solely, their thick layers of insulation and fur detesting the hotter climates. This being said, Rijka may be kept in captivity in these places, though run the risk of heat exhaustion and potential death in the event of over-exertion. Within these northern climates, Rijka take shelter within dens. These dens can be found few and far between, underneath tree stumps and in natural divots in the ground. They do, however, tend to group up to around 4-5 within these dens, usually all within the same family/lineage of one another. In the wild, Rijka boast their horns as a form of a mating display. Generally, the more complex and attention-drawing the horn is, the more sought after as a mate they are. This is accompanied by an attention to the color of the horn. The deeper yellow a male’s horn is, the more experienced he is deemed, and therefore more apt. This being said, male Rijka often come into conflict with one another, just as bucks do. In this conflict, they clash horns in a jabbing/slashing manner, more often than not colliding with an opposing eye or nose, ending the fight. The diet of Rijka consists of primarily leafy greens such as lettuce, cabbage, carrots, etc. but may include small meats such as dried strips or insects. These meats, however, are ill-preferred, as the Rijka bears only two somewhat sharp teeth, located at the forefront of their mouths. The rest of their teeth are dull and meant for grinding vegetables and fruits. Reproduction: Rijka reproduce with a partner, usually regarded as a lifemate. These lifemates are bound to one another emotionally, and will protect each other fiercely. This being said, contrary to other rabbits, Rijka give birth through eggs. After 2 OOC weeks of incubation and close-guarding by the mother, a newborn Rijka (Roughly palm-sized), will use the tip of it’s ivory nub to crack through the egg and emerge. Domestication: Rijka, being a relatively undemanding animal, are easily cared for in their normal climate. They can be let out on their own as an outside animal, though there are several risks associated with such, as they are often preyed upon by things such as dire wolves. The most reliable way to domesticate a Rijka is to raise it from the moment it hatches, either by having it imprint upon you or its mother in captivity. With the limited threat in captivity, these creatures can live up to 12 years, quickly growing and reaching their max size at about the 2 year mark. Credits to MiniMuffinNinja and Pundimonium for helping me with questions!

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Silas, clutching his newly-born child, observes as a bird swoops down before him, his Silver Falcon following along and squawking playfully. He smiles to the bird, taking the parchment in one hand and opening it slowly. He reads over the contents with an approving gaze "I'm glad they're getting on well." He looks down to his sleeping baby "Perhaps we will go. Won't we, Sylvia?"

Silas looks over a sheet recounting the various tenets with a supportive expression, shortly after sent into worry "How unfortunate a fate for a vassal of Oren..."

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Somewhere out there, be it far or near, Silas was sitting at a desk, writing poetry of his own into a large tome. One which his feelings might come to life without being broadcast to the world.

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A note is slotted into the loose bark of a tree beside Silas’ tent in New Esbec. It isn’t nailed, as to not harm the tree, but instead loosely flapping it’s corner in the wind. It is sealed with a silver wax stamp, depicting a falcon upon a branch. Upon opening, in cherry-red ink and Silas’ flourished, ornate handwriting, it reads: "Hunters. Friends. Family. I come to you in some of the most troubling hours of my life. You see, in the face of false authority and undue peerage from sources not our own, I have decided to resign my post as Leutnant and Alderman of Esbec. I wish not to defame those involved, so I will refrain from targeting. The position of Leutnant will likely be taken on by one of you, so I have only one thing to ask. Rise where I couldn’t. Best me, and write your own legacy. Don’t let others define that for you. This is what every Jager has taught me, and I will defend it to my dying end. Begin your legacy; I will be venturing upon mine up North. My arms remain open for all who seek me; I’m but a falcon away. I will visit often, I can assure you. As always, May your hunts be bountiful, and your blades strike true." Forever here, Silas Astasel