Tigergiri

Very sauve, much fancy neutral colours 8.65/10

This is why I love sporadic . CHICKEN TENDIES FTW

*a grand smile adoren wrens face, her old and dearest friends making pacts with eachother.

Tenders have more dipping potential come on easy

Ill miss you toffee! You were always so kind and helpful towards me and I wish everyone else shows you teh same kindness and regard you have shown myself. I wish you the best in life and where ever it takes you. If you ever just want to chat im always here. ❤️

This was fun to read, it gave some really nice tips that easy to read and arent hard to understand. I have to keep in mind the bold tactic. Especially where there is alot of emotes going on its hard to to find the person you were comabating agasint! +1

+1 For someone who is still trying to learn the basics, instead of watching the occasinal bandit crp. Its good to know the basics.

Renewal of wings It’s Nor ;about beauty. As much as it is about strength. How the world can suffer from the knowledge that it can keep. A single thought or theory can cause ruin. Wren thought her days were numbered, as she looked upon the world dark, as it had begun. The sounds of the world had gone quiet, left alone with her thoughts. In her final moments, nothing made sense, the flowers weren’t as pretty. The men weren’t as kind. She felt as if her years on the earth had meant nothing. For she had learned nothing. She knew the sky grew dark, she knew the world grew cold. But why had she suffered and not know anything? Had she done something wrong? Wren knew not how to comprehend her end. For she knew her end was here and it was nought for long before death would sweep her away. But as her eyes fluttered closed for one last time, the peaks of sun flashed. A white light swept all that was within its grasp and the dew and renewal of the day caused a feeling she couldn’t describe. Was this death? This light that cleansed all that it touched. The light gracing the trees in which she lay bleeding out, the flowers that were once asleep from the cold rustled out their slumbers. As they turned towards her and the light. Wren couldn’t see the flowers she knew they were there jostled and perked against her body. The blades of grass that held her body up grew wet as if crying for her. But what did the grass, know of death? Or the trees? the flowers? They knew nothing from what she comprehended, tricks of her imagination. Sparking for one last final image finding anything that could soothe her pain.The light didn’t pause for her continuing its duty without a fault, waking the birds. Their song so sweet, she felt if her eyes weren’t so heavy Wren would watch the birds awaken their wings.The whisper of the wind blew and tangled her hair into branches that had fallen, but she didn’t care. At peace with the nature that surrounded her. She could feel the warmth of the light, then, nothing. Her body fell limp within the grass that held her and the ants, birds, and squirrels chatter fell into silence. She was left in the dark with nothing to hear or ignore. Why did they grow silent? did her death mean all her sense cut off never to be able to touch the soft grass? never to be able to hear the birds? The rustling? not to smell the dew of the morning?Where she thought death would come and judge her deeds, she knew she wasn’t worthy. Worthy of what was what she didn’t know. The dark bleakness of the afterlife didn’t go on for long. She heard it, ‘thump, thump ‘ a timed rhythm that would oblivious to ignore. Her body felt warm to warm, she was enclosed in a space that was unfamiliar it was warm, wet and cramped. She felt like she couldn’t move much less, breathe but she couldn’t see. It’s been suffocating was this her punishment for all eternity-? Dawn still came her light, bright as she walked through the world. One step at the time rising higher with each step. Her hands twinkled as she woke up all the baby animals, watching as the light glistened off the melting snow, the water rippling and melting down like a slip of garments. As Dawn reached the birds she felt the powers of Brahmin at work, a creature reborn again to learn, the cycle that never ends for most. Her eyes gazed at all the places that covered in shadows had she missed a spot beneath the leaves and bushes that her light didn’t hit? Was there someone that need her guidance and light? Dawn spread her arms wide as the shining light bursted high and sifting through the cold to help out all that seeked her light. The land shone with a bright dims of blues, soft yellows, and pinks as it danced off the water and leaves waking up everything in sight. With a nod her graceful present grew tired the last of her light dimmed into the shining sun of agni. He would stay in the sky while she slept to awake once more and awaken the rest. it was for herself to sleep with her family and vishnu. As she rose high once more into the sky before settling down to drift a new again. Streaks of Light bursts through her confinement, shimmering off the walls Patterns of pink and rose across her walls so beautiful she could not tear her eyes away from the sight. Hope filled her body, determination ran through her veins. Wren Would not be stuck in this small space. The light made the walls feel thin and not as hard. If light can shine through the walls could not be that thick right? Bashing her weak arms against it, she needed to break free. To whatever means, but she needed to be let free. The need filled her body as the light continue to dazzle and encourage her. In a desperate attempt her head came in contact with the wall as it started to crack, again and again. The crack grew bigger till a chip in the armour fell away. The once white wall cracking and a tiny hole forming as it crumbled to her feet. The hole showed a beautiful sky alit with a colour of blue and gold. Leaves hid her view from direct sunlight but the sight in front her was one she would never replace. Her head peaked out she didn’t know what she could say, but she wanted to feel the rest of her body in this warmth.A gentle divine like presence, a warmth of love? Stretching her arms out, they felt different for a few seconds. In the brief flash of warmth, her mind felt cleansed. Her memories of her mother vanishing. All her sorrow, anger and emotional distress swept away as if a painful dream. Her mouth opened a cry a mournful sound came from the little brown bird knows as a wren. What she calls out for is hunger. Our of hunger for knowledge or food then only Vishnu can know. Her pink wings flapping not quite yet ready to fly. But the journey seems endless when your young. to start a new again in a world as old as time. The sound of flapping as a larger brown bird appeared, as the mother bird who once was a teacher a guide of spiritual ways that was lost. Maybe she can hopefully teach her in ways others could not. The sound of whistling as a young boy gazed at the tree a knowing smile, before his whistles turned to wind willowing and he was gone.

Through the ally nation o f viraker we ask you let go of our mage, Satella Axtroxia of the Clan Ashwood. if not 100 mina for her

((i have met to many ullibens, i can confirm they al are coolio people.))

Welcome to my Art Haul. *I work as a freelance animator (roughs and inbetweens) BUT, when I have free time I draw everything and anything! Welcome to art haul from the past year? Two years of Lotc art I've done! Digital paintings! Yay! UPDATE 6/1/2019 LETS NOT FORGET THE LOVELY MEMES!

It triggers me too, i cant seem to fix it without messing it up more.

Ashwood Clan Introduction to the Clan Have you ever heard the vallah phrase? “All is fair in love and war?” Across years of living between humans and elves, It is difficult to find another dark elf kin within Atlas. When you find your kin it is an experience that you can't miss. An ideal that forever bonds you. Ashwood clan is a clan of elves, Primarily dark, to ensure our race will never die out and prevail through the world of vallahs. The White ashwood tree stands for with the blending of the past, present, and future. The ash tree stands for strength, which it gets from its strong roots.The wood of the ash burns with intense heat, even when green. Ashwood symbolises Mastership, power and awareness. “Talonnii Stands proud like a tree and hears the whispers of the world.”-Wren Ashwood ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ History: A history forged between two lovers, loss and a new home. History may be the present that once a little bird left the enclave watching it turn to ash, as another wolf watched his friends die in front of him. Somewhere along the way the two met and married under the vows to Velulaei. It is the past that forges us and the present that helps us pave the word to the future. A history forged with others is better than one left in solitude. Nae il'kae narna kento? To make a better history? ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Language: Ashwoods speak a variant of elvish common, thus very common within Atlas and most elves today The mixture of elven is more prominent than the common counterpart. The clans leaders are know to be mischievous and use old elven words to confuse a younger elf. Most used elivish words and their meanings: Igne: Flames mayilu:Love karin'ayla ; Good morning maehr'sae: Progress Velulaei: The moon goddess lun'ehya :health fiyem:Reborn bida To drink ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Common Traits: ⌘ Bold ⌘Protective ⌘Seek Knowledge ⌘Passionate ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Society: The Ashwood clan follows the leadership of Xavis Ashwood, the father of ashwood as of currently. The clan leader and his celia’lyu. (wife) control the clan, Their chosen will be the next in line for the clan. The chosen leader will go through a series of trails to become a leader. If no Ker decides they want to initiate the trials, it is custom to forgo and the firstborn will hold leadership. There are no know nobles( as of yet) to the Ashwood just the clan itself. The small tiers its follows. Leaders: The clan leader(s) will lead to the clan to safety, and protect the clan at all costs. If that means living in more than one place or following another Family/clan. So be it. They hold all power to add and remove a lomi from the Ashwood clan. The leader(s) At the end of their life, or when retiring, will announce the trial commencement or the leadership passed to Their chosen. Chosen: Chosen are warriors, ones who wish to protect and guide the clan to victory. These ker are the most likely to be of leadership after the following Clan leaders die. Viras: Viras are keepers of knowledge they keep and record the history of the ashwood clan in any way possible. Via: stories, Art, books and song. As long as they are around they hold great value to the clan. Lomi: The rest of the clan in parts is named Lomi: respectively meaning fragments. Lomi is the pieces of the clan that hold/or do not wish to hold any power. They keep the clan going. Possibly branching of the clan. ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Behaviour: Ashwoods are bold Kers’, They tend to do what's right for family and friends. They don't back down when faced with a threat to their loved ones. An Ashwoods memory isn't as forgetful as one might think, a grudge may be there but never said. Ashwoods can forgive but will never forget. ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Festivities: Festival of Fairy Triad : Where they grow together it is said that fairies live.! An old tale passed down between Vanvir. *the current celia’lyu* Fairies grow around the white trees to play. For those days they play under they bless. 15th of malins welcome. Shall plant a (birch) ashwood tree at dusk so it can grow with the fairies. Trails of the chosen: hael trails, a festival that can be viewed by the public if wished by the Clan leader. Trials can take up to a week (1 day saint time). Testing Strength, Knowledge and compassion. ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Clothing: Clan colors are Purple, blue and black. An Ashwood is not restricted to wear the colors on a daily basis. They only time it is required is during a festival or during a Chosen Trial. Ashwood usually laugh at Vallahs, usually for their prudish thinking. Rather shoulders being shown to proudly show scars or paint that they adorn themselves with. Tattoos/face paint: There a few tattoos that are recognized in the clan for different task and ranks among the clan. ⌘Two Light Blue stripes across the face: Is a warrior/chosen of The Clan. The light blue opposed to two white stripes means the next clan leader. ⌘Two white stripes: Representing Warrior of the clan the strong that will protect the clan from threats. ⌘ Roots on the back flowing down the spine: are Viras keeper of knowledge Symbolizing the strong roots of an ash wood tree ⌘ White painted crown: When ashwood is at war, They shall have this white painted crown on their skin. As a way to protect their minds and spirit against their foes. ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ If anyone is interested in joining the Ashwood clan send Tigergiri#0744 or Meteor Dragon#8579a msg. In case of rply finding them: Wren Ashwood or Xavis Ashwood. ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ https://youtu.be/ZW25nrh-mxo

I literally did it, to put the little sparkly border on it. I had way to much fun with it. XD

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Wren Vanvir Ashwood ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ♡ Given: Name Wren Amyuli Vanvir ♡Marriage name: Wren Vanvir Ashwood ♡Nicknames and titles: The wanderer, Bookworm, little bird, Love, Laurir’evar,Clan leader, Clan mother, ♡ Race: Full Dark elf ♡Gender: Female ♡Year of Birth: 1521 ♡Birth place: Enclave of Ker'nor ♡Voice Reference: Dodie clark: ♡Theme song: ♡ Build : 5’7 Short for an elf, and skinny. ♡Hair: Snow White hair flows down to her shoulders, a trademark to ful ‘ker. ♡Eyes: Tanzanite eyes. A blue purple that are filled with a glimmer of knowledge. ♡ Scars: Running down her spine are little knife marks. Burns running up her arms. Her throat laced in a clean motion of head chopped off. ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛Personality♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ ♡ Alignment:Neutral good. ♡ Political Alignment:Vira’ker ♡ Main Character Strength: The sympathy vote. ♡ Main Character Weakness : to trusting ♡ Religion : Vellulli and the ancestors ♡ Clumsy: Wren often get lost by not paying any mind to where she going. She has found weird villages by trying to go a simple Five minute trip. ♡ Free Spirited: Wren believes that everyone deserves a chance, even a runt like her. ♡ Trusting: Wren hold very few hard feelings towards anyone, she feels she should be able trust everyone at least once. Once that trust is used thats your problem. ♡ Oblivious: Wren is oblivious towards any and all type of flirting. Its wonder how she is married. (often having to roll to see if she understands) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Goals 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ♡ Find a house she can stay in. CLEARED ♡ Get married and have kids CLEAERED ♡ Find a Ker’wolf to train ♡ Finish the Council CLEARED ♡ Watch her kids get married ♡ Have a book written about her ♥Fears ♥ ♥Watching the death of a lover again♥ ♥Burning books♥ ✧༺♥༻∞Realtionships✧༺♥༻∞ ♡Marital Status: Married to Xavis Ashwood ♡Past lovers:Issarnoss of Norengrad ♡Parents: Fyre Vanvir & Brython Vanvir ♡Friends: Xavis Ashwood, Zatanaes, Mayan, Emelia Horizon, Ashlynn,Avon horizon. Hearth underson, Mhel Underson, Varan atmorice,Nilth, Barbarossa the bard, Dak’ineDex’nox, Morgana, emmalyn, Alfius elpyne, Annabelle, Paisley, Mustfasa, Fyme’saphf (Family, Good friends,Friends acquaintances,) ｡o°✥✤✣ Current Home(s)✣✤✥°o｡ Fenn (1 tathri ave.) Principality of Val’kir Ashwood house. Norengrad (15 Ruthyin way) if its still standing Warhawkes Nyfe’andria teh entirety of the land. *＊✿❀More info ❀✿＊* ♡Pets:Wren bird named Solstice, a little brown bird that will sing the lullaby of the moon when delivering a message, ♡ Languages :Common Elvish ♡Favourite Food: Mushroom stew like her mother used to make ♡Favourite Drink: carion black (FOR THOSE WHO GET THAT JOKE) ♡Favourite animal:The Quetzal ♡Favourite location: Sutica its so lively ♡Favourite activity: reading and listening to stories ♡Favourite flower: Foxglove ♡Favourite gem: Tanzanite ( the gem of her clan)  ♡Favourite color: Tanzanite This character Has been declared DEAD. If you have a “Wren” quote please do add it, She says some great things, and i have quoted on many occasions I love playing as her!

100 percent shoul allow me in