Aelesh

I have to say that I agree with BNK on this one; I like the idea of adding shapes/natures on top of the colours themselves, but I would personally prefer colours to remain in the spectrums we currently allow.

MC Name: Aelesh

Character's Name: Rathian Carcimor Thylsealaes

Character's Age: 51

Character's Race: High Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Arcanism

Teacher's MC Name: Luvette

Teacher's RP Name: Kypris'dionne

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: N/A

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yuuup!

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

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

this man supports the crossbow revolution - this man is a good man

Flesh beat rhythmically against the soil, movement fanning the dark bile into burning, flickering and smothering fire in the heart of the beast. Its hands beat too, against its’ thighs and maintained a similar rhythm of blood as it drained from a palm. Bracken had been a minor annoyance even when it's mind had troubled it with logic. Now the pain meant even less, for it had faith in the strength of its body after seeing it tear through the green, smash its fists against the hides of a hundred beasts and tear the life from their breasts. Unto the nameless, horned god it offered them before coming to rest about a fire, watching the fat bubble and the fur separate, whilst blood and grime filled the air with a putrid stench that reminded the beast of the meal to come. Under this new sun that had risen, the beast had yet to hunt and kill. It had yet to scramble through the green for its prey, yet to clamp down upon another throat with fingers splayed. Today was a calmer day of nothingness, a complete abyss that blanketed the mind and made even these waking moments seem like a dream as its body floated easily through the world around it. Such exertion had seen its power grow, muscles becoming bulging things that strained against the skin and betrayed a physique comparable to those ancient tales of god sired heroes. Those who could lift boulders with but their mortal hands, those who sundered the earth under will and might alone.

Its eyes passed over the trees as it moved, and marveled at their height. Marveled at the fecundity they heralded as tiny saplings took root beneath, adored the sprawl of their great networks of branches. The sun highlighted a single leaf high above, to which the beast's eye fluttered and halted, absorbing the flowing emerald and sequestering it within. So too did the coolness of the grass wear away at the hardened sludge as he walked, breaking through the dreamlike state and achieving a higher gracefulness. The beasts’ walking became not simply a mindless pursuit, but a duty done out of respect and commitment to the verdant world of the forest. The darkness of vacuity, that had been welcomed when the elf drenched their mind in hunger, began to subside as a new colour mingled within. What had been mindlessness became, contemplation; what had been a useless rampage, a life lived lower than that of a worm, became something of value like the father stag who cares for his young. A sentinel, like all these great trees that watched over the earth, like their roots as they burrowed deep into the earth and laid the foundations for the world. As he touched freedom, he felt all those sensations of the mind finally dying away. He knew what it meant to simply watch, and wait, to be one among the endless annals of bark.

MC Name: Aelesh

Character's Name: Ahanrel el'Avnorrar

Character's Age: 67

Character's Race: Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Communion and Control

Teacher's MC Name: Idolomun

Teacher's RP Name: Druid of Shadow

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: N/A

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes.

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

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cz3O0JftA5w -

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“I must not rely, I must fend for myself.” His bare feet trod lightly on the grass ridden turf, toes enjoying the chill touch of mid-morning dew. Fog still hesitantly wormed its way between root and dirt, hiding away to avoid the ever present threat of the sun’s warmth. The wanderer found himself at perfect harmony with both the chill lingering in the earth, and the warm breeze of sunlit air. His eyes beheld the glittering shafts of daylight that blew through the dust and the dark, savouring the way in which the golden syrup illuminated and warped what was naturally a dim place, an abode for creatures loving the secrecy granted by shadow. Not only this, perhaps, but the safety and security in a curtain so dark; the peace of living a life unseen by others. Hidden lives between the roots and the sky, between the canopy and the bosom of the soil, lives led so close to a thousand others, yet so free. The wanderer thought over this, thought over the many parts of this toiling system of harmony. He heard the bark as it shifted and the trunks as they grew ever higher into the heavens. He heard the skittering of tiny feet and the fleeting gallop of graceful beasts with proud heads held high. He heard the wings of an eagle spread as their hunters eyes opened wide, beak screeching the life hungry call of death. At once the call resonated with him, and the quiet mantra he turned over in his mind was silent as shadowy instinct swept in.

A dark bile rose in his heart, crept through his limbs, as the last vestiges of the words of his teacher passed into non-existence, the fluttering flame of thought extinguished by baser needs. Legs bent, knees buckled, hands gently lowered themselves to the dirt as fingertips became alive with tension, muscle pulled taught against ivory bone. Crimson and white mingled about all his joints while his jaw began to slowly rotate, steamy breath mixing with the fog as his nostrils opened wide. The rhythm of the heart became the rhythm of every muscle, the beast within asserting dominance over the gentle, logical creature who normally held sway over the body. For a moment the tiny thing whimpered before the dominant might of need, of want, of destruction and theft. It scampered away into the corners of the mind and tried to hide, scrambling for control of the body as emotion grappled with darkness. His fingertips quivered for a moment, before finally the beast slew the logical heart, and took it unto its form. Logic died a swift death, assimilated into the hunter's form and made to be a new tool, a new claw to kill. The hunter’s pupils quivered as the notion of what he must do arose, what he needed. What he knew he had been craving since hiding from the life he had led before, in the darkness. In this darkness of the forest that he knew so well, and had now returned to. He welcomed it, welcomed the darkness and the hunt.

The galloping that had been heard became a new beacon. A beacon to passions of hunger. Each step in that beautiful rhythm drew him closer as his legs began to move without his approval, passion driving him onward toward the source, toward the new heart and breast of lifeblood. Breathe grew faster, desperation powering his movements as the hunger became realized and all consuming, a terrible pain in the hide of the beast. The gnawing lent him speed, and soon he was sprinting through the undergrowth. Whatever tiny shrub stood in his way was ripped from its roots simply by the force of his stride, each footstep displacing the mud and churning it in with the torrent of his swift gait. Soon the beady black eye was gazing toward him, terror wrapping its claws about the heart of the elk as it tried to run; surprise stole swiftness from its legs, eroding the strength they held before the hunter collapsed upon them. Both paws groped for holds, writhing all over the furry hide before their jagged joints found the neck and tightened. The creature fell in the heat of the fight, legs frantically kicking out beneath it in an attempt to free itself from the hold of the beast. Despite the hoof coming to collide with the shin, knocking the beast from its moorings in the mud, the joints held firm and only tightened further, constricting the life breath of the creature further and further until the heart was beating on no air at all. The darkness ran shallow through the river of its life, and then ended abruptly as life was no more. Flesh lay dead in the morning air, and the beast bent over it in exhaustion, eyes still aflame with the passion of hunger.

Logic fluttered in the heart, its wing beats reminding the beast of the words; of the fire. Civilization rose like a wave, crashing down on the body and subsuming the silent island of the mind. Smoke drifted on the currents as fire mingled with realization, and quickly the mind remembered the meeting. Remembered the face and the sounds it spoke with, filled the air with. A word amongst that speech invoked fire, fire to finish the meal, fire to finish the task, the challenge to the mind. The mind had failed that challenged as was expected, so that true passion might win through and set the roots of the bond worming into the minds flames. A new kindling for thought. The beast rose and gathered what was required, and soon the bonfire was burning, soon the inferno was rending flesh and fat from bone. Soon that fire lit a new light in the mind, a light of primality and otherworldly vigour that ran through the darkness. That dark bile in the beast churned, whilst teeth tore down upon meat with mindless want. The shadows were the feasters friends and kept his gruesome display from sight. Offering the meat high above his head, the sunlight told him of gods he had forgotten, civilization flickering down in the torrents of gold. Those gods accepted the offering with glee and professed love of the newly born animal, and chose to take him in the comforting embrace of sleep.

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Denied. 

Interview failed: please re-apply in two days.

I play a wood elf, and would be more than happy to help you learn lore, get into some roleplay and the like: if you have skype, feel free to add [email protected] and we can get talking. Otherwise, throw me a PM.

Accepted. (Following interview with Fiter.)

Accepted. 

i feel left out :(

Claimed.

Add [email protected] on Skype for the interview.

It won't be the same without you. Thanks for giving me the eyes to see LOTC for what it is, and to truly appreciate it. Take care.

Accepted. 

MC Name: Aelesh
IC Name: Ahanrel

Race: Mali'ame
Occupation: Dedicant within the Naelurir
Additional Residents: None
Additional Resident's occupation: N/A
Have you read the laws and obligations?: Yes.