goldenwhitehawk
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MC Name: goldenwhitehawk Theme: Creative Writing Our Child Ocean; Returned First glimmer, bright sun of the day, The rays of your joyous face glimmer across expansive beauty. Sweet salt of the air; found only here in paradise, Your taste only seen this way on coasts. And your blue, a crisp sense of longing. Desire to be swept idly along your calming tides. Oh, joyous day; you impart upon us the pleasures of your rolling tide. Celebration! Your sun illuminates our lives. As skies clear and our lands approach warmth; Melancholy is abandoned for you. Hearts swell in your bosom Eyes light at your rebirth Souls reinvigorated by your tender touch upon our skin Your sandy shores invite us to better times, Where we might lay by your side in hopes of an everlasting joy. For what the child of summer brings is a beautiful heat to our lives A refreshing dip into her soul; Sights only sought at the eve of spring Hark all who enjoy nature, for our child ocean is reborn again! We are brought back again to her happy—easy tides. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BmTUneVRPPpGscFwZp1wzbRF4hKV-erzzdH4a-sJpwE/edit?usp=sharing
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Born shortly before the great exodus from the city under Ceru, Unt'rayi Aleust-gar was of the younger generation to seek the sane city of Laurelin. In this time however, Unt'rayi Aleust-gar lost his family, orphaned by the death of his parents whose names he never knew; adopted into the Aleust-gar household. From what he is told, his family was lost to time; the long lives of the Dark Elves casting their memory into the abyss. But life goes on, and Unt'rayi is determined to live up to his families expectations; even though it may not be in the manner they desire. Despite his love for his kin he is seen as a rebel against tradition; seeking solitude but never forgetting where he came from. He is by no means a loner, Unt’rayi is simply a focused man: dedicating his time to the craft of sword smithing and his love for the arts; seeking greater heights in his craft. The results of his focus can be seen across Laurelin despite his young age in the eyes of his people. His swords can be identified by the engraving on the pommel in the shape of an eternal tree; you would be wary of any who wield his swords for you know not what they have done to obtain it. In addition to his swords he also has a fondness for the written word. His poetry is said to bring tears to the eyes and make pitfalls of the heart, but few know it is he who writes these. Currently though he seems to be growing bored of his current placement, he feels stagnation in his current residence; what better way to move ones heart than to travel? For now though, he stays with his people; focused yet loved.