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the wayward daystar
Elysium (Spiritwalker)
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Species
Wolf

Sex
Female (She/her)

Age
3 (April 29th, 2023)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
Lunar Gray

Fur
Gold and Cream

Scent
Petrichor

Oddities
Star-like marking on her face, tufts of fur behind her ankles

Mark of Mythris
Faint fur bioluminescence

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3L - 3S - 3V

confident ☼ self-indulgent ☼ bright ☼ extroverted ☼ unbalanced ☼ dynamic
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set a few days after this thread (backdated around may 4th)

skill: expert soothsayer

In an instant, the ending came, slamming them all into a new world — or what felt like an entire shock-wave of new energy that flooded over all of Mythris. A ground-shaking, aura-shattering blow that sent some of them into new spaces, with whatever they picked, while others found themselves at the wrong place at the wrong times. Aelia had never been one to be in the wrong place, at least, not until the very last moments of the curse, where it had taken immense courage from all of them (whether it had been Rune-Seeking, or putting their lives on the line to stop the burden-filled chains that bound old souls to old curses), to finally break them free, to start anew, and allow them to forge their own past, present, and future.

In visions, she saw, and in her soul, she felt the frantic tug of her twin — though she was lost. Pulled east by a built-in tie since birth, she was led to the Golden Glade, her long legs matching a quick pace, but not fast enough to beat the nighttime into another day of travel. She had to stop, to eat, to drink, to rest. Non-stop, she'd pushed herself — she had to find them. Wherever they were... her twin, her mothers, her family.

Breathless, heaving in and in, she'd look to the stars, feeling helpless as ever, hoping the Five were looking down upon her in luck, and not in spite. Where had she been when Mythris needed her most? The sky was ever-changing, yet it was familiar in the way the stars twinkled, the same, new ones and old, collecting in constellations that told her where to go.

Give me strength... Or... a sign... The Daystar couldn't help but ask, an admittance that she needed help, a rare thing for Aelia. Usually, she'd pray to herself or try to look for the little signs — not beg aloud. But those weren't working right now, not in her hurried, frenzied state. All she could rely on was the ache that her twin was feeling — how it was pulling her even when she was exhausted, hungry, and teary-eyed. Something, please... She'd murmur as she collapsed into a sit, feeling depleted of all her energy, letting out the weakest howl, calling out to the gods, her family, anything, really.


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Saor
Camhanaich
Statistics
Species
Gray Wolf

Sex
Male (He/him)

Age
3 (April 2nd, 2023)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Stocky

Eyes
Yellow

Fur
Autumn Brown, black accented

Scent
Forest, dark soil, leather and wood shavings

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None

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Loyal, Gentleman, Rugged
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I hope it's okay to steal this? Lykaon is nearby enough to get to her, with a little bit of imagination :) But I can also delete this if you'd rather he didn't answer it

Lykaon had been fishing. And then he had chased a deer into a nearby brush. Now he realized he'd have to stay away from Druid's rise for the evening. To far away to head back. But at least he had a few fish and a couple of squirrels tossed over his shoulders. He had lost the deer in the underbrush. Territory he did not know. That was his folly. But he would have to learn it now. Because now he was determined to right that wrong.

It had taken him some time to find a place that fit him. And he hadn't spoken to a lot of other's in his time among these wilds. But here he was. Regardless. And he enjoyed the wolves therein. HE thought fondly of the first wolf he had met. But he hadn't seen her in sometime.

He was thrown from his ministrations of finding a place to bunk down for the night when a howl went up. He followed it. Fearful of what he may find at the end.

A soft Hello in the dark, before he'd step from the shadows. Blood streaked from prey. Squirrels still hanging from his shoulders.
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the wayward daystar
Elysium (Spiritwalker)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Female (She/her)

Age
3 (April 29th, 2023)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
Lunar Gray

Fur
Gold and Cream

Scent
Petrichor

Oddities
Star-like marking on her face, tufts of fur behind her ankles

Mark of Mythris
Faint fur bioluminescence

Writer

Posts

Threads

Rating
3L - 3S - 3V

confident ☼ self-indulgent ☼ bright ☼ extroverted ☼ unbalanced ☼ dynamic
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skill: expert soothsayer

Aelia didn't know how long she sat there for; it could have been anywhere from minutes to hours until her call was heeded. The whole time, her eyes very rarely diverged from the sky — perhaps a shooting star would pass by and grant her wishes.

But no, no shooting star would answer her call — but a friend would. Before hearing his voice, a familiar warmth would wash over her, the feeling of being seen, something the Daystar was used to the spotlight, and so her head would swing, her eyes meeting him as his voice echoed through the air.

'Hello.'

First, Aelia recoiled at the blood she saw staining him, worried at what would have caused such a thing, but then her eyes would drift and find the prey hanging from his shoulders. And secondly, the muscles that had been so tired, so tense, would unfurl at the sight of his ebbing brown aura, a comforting and warm draw that had the woman pushing one more step forward. She'd limp, not yet realizing that her paws were cracked and oozing blood. Lykaon...! She still found her voice to be weak, out of breath. It must not have been too much time after her wishes and his arrival there.

Thank the Five, she'd murmur, for sending such a blessing to her, not only a friend, but fresh kill swinging from him. Embarassing as it was, she could feel saliva build in her maw. How long had it been since she'd eaten? It's incredibly good to see you. She wanted to move another step closer, yet her paws wouldn't allow it; they ached, and she winced, and stayed put. I could use a friend right now. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, but she managed a smile for Lykaon, someone she'd already asked one too many favors of in her mind, but he'd always delivered in full.


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Saor
Camhanaich
Statistics
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Gray Wolf

Sex
Male (He/him)

Age
3 (April 2nd, 2023)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Stocky

Eyes
Yellow

Fur
Autumn Brown, black accented

Scent
Forest, dark soil, leather and wood shavings

Mark of Mythris
None

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Loyal, Gentleman, Rugged
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Lykaon recognized the wolf immediately. And moved a little faster. What was Aelia doing here? He had left her with food and prey abundant
Furs. Had something happened?

He froze when she recoiled. He hadn't meant to scare her. Maybe she didn't recognize him as he did her. It was possible.

Aelia! You're limping.

He met her the rest of the way searching for any injuries. Sniffing her over. He tried to be mindful of her space. But she looked exhausted and weak and the limp made him nervous.

A smile Then a friend you get. Let me see.

He dropped the squirrels from his shoulders. He had left the fish behind but he could get them if needed be.

You eat. I mean unless you're not hungry.

he bowed his head sheepish assuming she needed sustenance. When she was capable.

While I try and find some uh cobwebs. They aren't great, but they do in a pinch and then let me look at those paws.
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the wayward daystar
Elysium (Spiritwalker)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Female (She/her)

Age
3 (April 29th, 2023)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
Lunar Gray

Fur
Gold and Cream

Scent
Petrichor

Oddities
Star-like marking on her face, tufts of fur behind her ankles

Mark of Mythris
Faint fur bioluminescence

Writer

Posts

Threads

Rating
3L - 3S - 3V

confident ☼ self-indulgent ☼ bright ☼ extroverted ☼ unbalanced ☼ dynamic
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There was a softness to Lykaon, akin to Amaris', empathetic to the Daystar. When she recoiled, he stopped briefly. When he noticed her limping, he sprang into action to meet her more than halfway. As weighed down as she felt with exhaustion and worry for her loved ones, she felt a little lighter upon being seen and fretted about.

Lykaon's nose prodded close to the air around her, though she didn't mind, basking in the warm glow of someone's attention. I'm alright. I've just been... Running for a while now... As if on queue, her thigh muscle cramped, and she was forced into a sit, stretching her back right leg. Eugh... She really did need to rest. 

'Then a friend you get.' Lunar eyes would soften slightly, reminded fondly of why she found the brown ebbing of his aura, so warm to be around. You always seem to be helping me... Thank you, again.

The woman perked up a little bit more when he offered one of the many squirrels that lined his back, still as good a hunter as ever. She had to swallow to keep from outwardly salivating (which would not be attractive nor polite). Uh! No, I'm very hungry, actually. Anticipated worry filled her voice as his offer was almost rescinded with the notion that she may not be hungry.

The bow of his head made her smile more; again, that bright star in her chest shone. It was brief, her stomach growling and unable to keep herself from snatching a squirrel close, eyes drawn back up as he mentioned going off to find some cobwebs for her wounds. Oh, he knew a little about healing, too. Aelia's head tilted in thought. That was good to know. Okay, I'm sure they won't be too far off. There was a soft coo to her voice, though she knew as soon as he stepped away, she'd be tearing and gulping down the food he'd offered her. And she was trying her best to not look like a complete, uncouth mess.


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