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 Hymn of Valour, Vestie, Saro & co
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 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 02:59 AM
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SARO

Goals
Establish backstory
Introduction to Vestie
Receiving of a name.

He remembers the first human face he looked upon. It comes to him sometimes at night, and it is for this reason that he fights to stay awake, preferring exhaustion over that single haunting eye. It is the way of his kind to stay away from humans. It is instinctual for the females of his species to defend their young, even when facing death. His mother was only young when the humans came, and the tunnel she had dug for him wasn’t deep enough. He was small, and the linoone that had slithered down the tunnel had no trouble dragging him back out. His mother was there, struggling to defend him. She was bleeding from deep cuts on her back, and her chest seemed to glisten where her skin had been frozen. The weavile had cast her bone away, and stood over her, gloating. They caved the tunnel in, and that was the last time he truly felt connected to the earth.

For months it was only himself and his mother in a cage. He cried at night, cowering behind his mother, not nearly ready to face the world. He dreamed of a giant, one that he knew was a friend and protector, and he hoped that this ancient and wise creature would come and set his mother free. Hers was a wild spirit, one that had been broken, and he feared that if they didn’t return the wild where they belonged, that he would lose her. And lose her he did, but far sooner than he’d thought. The human had kept her starved and weak, so that she wouldn’t fight back, and when he came for her, she had no strength left to resist. What was returned to the cage was not his mother, not anymore. Her skin was mottled, black in some places, and she reeked of smoke. Breathing was shallow, and skin was cold to the touch. She looked at him and he saw an emptiness in her, a haunting sense of loss that he knows will never leave him.

She left him though, and in his heart he knows she never meant to. She had been strong and healthy once, protective, and she had loved him fiercely. But whatever the human had done, it had broken her, and she was weak, wounded, and she could feel her heart giving up. Still, in those final moments, she curled herself around him, and told him to be strong. She called him a survivor, and said that she was grateful that he had the iron of his father in him. And then she was gone. He mourned for many days, and when the human tried to take his mother’s body, something slipped inside him, and he acted on instinct. In death, his mother still protected him, and he struck a blow that the man would never forget.

It is said among his kind that they were born from the earth, and are connected to it so deeply that their bodies return to it far quicker than most others who walk upon it. He does not know if this is true, but the bones of his mother sang to him, and so he claimed what was now his. He picked up a femur - the strongest bone, and with strength that was borne of desperation, he swung it in an arc, and smashed the human in the face. For a long time after that, the human didn’t come back. He was left in peace to lament over what he had lost. The bone had broken, and he cradled one half of it to his chest, pressed up against his heart. He was half-gone with starvation when the human came back, but even so, he clutched the bone, and peered at the human through the sockets of his mother’s skull. He saw hatred in the human’s single remaining eye, and it chilled him to the core. He’d seen that look only once before, when faced by a mandibuzz that was trying to catch him in its claws.

He does not understand why the human let him live, or why he survived what his mother could not. It changed him, though, whatever the one-eyed human did. He cannot explain how, but he feels different. The human vanished again, in haste, and left him behind. He starved a second time, and believed death would take him too. But other humans came, ones who saw a lone young cubone trapped in a cage of bones. They set him free, and nurtured him back to health. They cared for him, and when they presented him with a red and white stone, he did not turn away from it.

The stone brought with it a peace that settled over him like a blanket, and the darkness was all he knew for days.

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He was blinking in the light cast by flickering lanterns, breathing cool air that smelled of stone and water, rather than earth. There was a young human watching him – she was seated some distance away, calling to him with a hushed voice. He felt disoriented, but there was no reason to fear – he sensed no threat from the girl, and took a step closer, tilting his head and readjusting the skull he wore as a reminder of one he had lost. Loss. A fresh wave of it flowed through him, stabbing at his heart. His hands were empty, and he wailed, mourning the broken bone that was no longer in his possession.

Sokae… ‘S okay… The human was speaking to him again, and in his grief, he spared her a moment, catching a glimpse of ivory in her hands. It was a bone, half a bone, one that sang to him, and she was offering it freely. He stumbled forwards, and took the bone in both hands, lifting his gaze to meet hers, a grunt of deep, deep gratitude leaving his lips. Ev-eh… Stah…Lee Ner. He watched as she gestured her herself with her empty hands, and repeated the words several more times. And then he understood. Visti. That was who she was. He twitched his tail, and relaxed his hold on the bone, holding it loosely at one side. This human Visti, she was friend and not foe. Slowly, slowly she reached towards him, and he turned his wrist, angling his bone behind him just a fraction. An instinctive action. But she merely touched her fingertips to his chest, and spoke again. Saro. Saro. Saro.

And that was how a cubone who no longer knew what he was – who had felt as though he were slipping down a mountain, down and down and down into a void that was yawning and unfathomable and hungry, found his first foothold, and he dug his toes in deep.


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Evestalina Lennell
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Joscelin Waters
Little White Owl
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JAPHRA

Goals
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Introduction to Vestie
Receiving of a name


The first memory she has is of her father’s face. Breaking free of the shell that had once protected her but now was holding her back, she opened her eyes and there he was. Waiting just for her. Despite appearances - she was a meditite, like her mother had been before she’d evolved, she took far more strongly after her father. They had formed a deep connection, starting in those quiet hours before she cracked her shell, and to this day she feels him still. Somewhere out there was a Mr Mime who had refused to leave her until she’d hatched. His was a heart of gold, and she would love him until the end of her time.

The waiting did not phase her. If she is anything, she is a creature that understands that a great many good things come to those who practice patience. She knows herself, and what she wants, and will not settle for anything less. Tree That Shelters From Rain - the man who cared for her and the others, he grew fond of her. In time, she grew fond of him too, but she knew that she was destined for a path that led her away from him, as it has already led her away from her father. When the day came, she knew it would hurt her to leave him. But she was Wind That Whispers, Among Grass and Through Leaves and Over Still Water. And she was searching. For who, she did not know. Not yet.

Until her. The woman was Rain That Falls On Dry Ground, and as soon as the meditite touched her consciousness, she felt refreshed, renewed, and there was no doubt in her heart when she beckoned the injured Guardian come. In silence and stillness she waited, for living was easy with eyes closed. When she opened them, she saw a pair of blue eyes staring back at her, and it was like something of herself was reflected in them, held secret and safe just below the surface. “Hello you.” She even sounded like home. “Forgive me for taking so long.” A few moments passed, and then the meditite slipped a hand between the slats of her cage and rested it on the woman’s elbow. It was the first time thus far in her life that she had craved something more than a mental connection. She wanted the comfort that came from solid bones and warm flesh, wanted to be sure that Rain That Falls was truly there, wanted her to know that they were together now, and that neither one would ever walk alone again.

She allowed the man who would always be a mighty tree in her eyes to lift her from the place she had been waiting, and as he set her down and moved away, she sought to remember this moment, so that she would always be able to look back on it with clarity. The two of them walked away, leaving Tree That Shelters behind, and she looked back and bid him farewell in her own way, by showing him what he meant to her. She would be safe on her own, now. He had seen to it that she was strong enough to face a deluge. She would never forget what he had done for her. He would be remembered, certainly, but never again would she look back for him.

It was no longer her time to be sheltered. From now on, she would stand in the rain and let it renew her, and she would grow strong as she danced in whatever downpours would come.

“May I give you a name, little one?” The meditite closed her eyes, and she sensed the woman turn, as if she were searching for someone. As if she had heard something whispered on the wind. A moment’s silence. “My name is Evestalina. Vestie.” A grey sky, and barren earth. The rains came, and in her mind’s eye, Vestie witnessed the passing of time, as shoots began to appear, quickly bringing life to a dead land. The meditite sensed confusion, but when she looked at the human again, there was a smile on her lips. A smile that was mirrored by the meditite. “Japhra. I'd like to call you Japhra.” And this time, Japhra witnessed Vestie turn, those blue eyes searching again. There had been a humming on the biting breeze, but the Guardian could not be certain where it had come from, or where it had gone.

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Evestalina Lennell
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Joscelin Waters
Little White Owl
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