ardent

every rose has its thorn



Siren

Ashen
Herbalist

Advanced Healer (70)
Master Intellectual (240)

age
1 Year
gender
Female
gems
622
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
130
player
KatG6
05-30-2021, 09:40 PM
Siren didn’t leave the island very much, but with the almost summer like temperatures the girl had taken advantage of the warmth to gather herbs. She was no master healer but she was self teaching and learning as she went. There were things she knew a lot about and others that she needed help with. Cicero taught her quite a bit, but she needed a real teacher. Her mind strayed too far, she was content with her current level of skill. She could make do because she didn’t want to disrupt the balance. Their island was peaceful and quiet, she could even endure Viper’s proximity. That was easy when she had Dalila taking care of her. Siren wasn’t sure that there could be a more perfect fit for her. The woman was smart, hard working, and she obviously cared about Siren. A quality Siren was beginning to share. How could she not when they spent all of their days together?

The thought of Dalila waiting on her to get home so she could brush her brought a smirk to Siren’s pale features as she picked her way through the brambles. Siren continued to skirt disaster as she frequented bramble thickets. The thorns liked to drag through her long coat and stick in her fur but the game trails here were easily traversed. She hoped to find some rarer herbs where other wolves couldn’t get so easily. The small tunnels in the brambles and they ill frequented areas were where Siren spent most of her time. The day was spent gathering and clipping alone, like much of her life was beyond Dalila.

She had no friends or confidants beyond the mottled woman, Siren wasn’t complaining. She also had Chimera, the wolf she could always rely on to be there for her, but they didn’t have much in common. She was content with her lot, protected by Chi and loved by Dalila. Spending her quiet afternoons gathering herbs in the dappled sunlight alone. Birds sang in the foliage above, and Siren felt at ease. The briars were so much like her island home. The girl continued, dainty paws carried her over well worn trails to a small clearing. There was a small stream and a fresh moss blanket, a perfect place to rest. Siren relaxed next to the stream, her long fur cascaded over the mossy stones and her pack rested by a small tree that shaded the grove. She crossed her paws and lowered her head over top of them like a proper princess, deciding she deserved a small nap during the lazy afternoon.



Oxx

Loner

Beginner Fighter (0)
Beginner Hunter (0)
age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
146
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
28
player
Resin
05-31-2021, 09:39 AM


There was very little to tend to today. Oxx had prepped the skin of his dearly departed mother and now waited for the pelt to dry so that it would be ready when he needed it. Pity about the big tears across the spine, but he could make those work. Just needed to find someone that knew how to sew.

With nothing else to do, Oxx did what he normally did. He walked. He explored. He learned the land. Eventually he came to a wall of thorns. The paths leading within were too narrow for his bulk, so he set about finding another way inside. Walking the perimeter, the massive brute noticed a stream cutting through. They were no longer in the clutches of winter's cold, so it would make the perfect path. The waterway wasn't terribly deep at all and reached to his heels at the deepest parts. Oxx moved up the stream and into the forest of thorns. Surely there was some sort of treasure tucked away in this fortress.

The treasure revealed itself halfway through his trek. Oxx glanced to the side, spying a little clearing only to see a tiny angel resting on a bed of moss covered stones. The constant babbling of the stream had muffled his approach and so the dainty fae stayed asleep. Normally, finding a woman in such a vulnerable position would rouse lecherous thoughts in the demon of a man, but there was something about her that beat those thoughts back. Perhaps it was the thin, glittering headpiece upon her crown. Perhaps it was the shafts of sunlight illuminating her pale frame. Whatever it was, Oxx was taken aback by her otherworldly presence.

Oxx sat in the middle of the stream. He couldn't take his dark grey eyes off of the woman. She was so small; so fair. At this very moment, he would be content to sit and watch her sleep for all eternity. He would at least watch her until she woke.

"Speech"

Oxx is insanely mature and is prone to
violence,
sexual acts
and degradation of women.
Please don't read his threads.



Siren

Ashen
Herbalist

Advanced Healer (70)
Master Intellectual (240)

age
1 Year
gender
Female
gems
622
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
130
player
KatG6
05-31-2021, 08:14 PM
Siren had drifted to sleep not so long after she lay her decorated features on her paws. The babbling of the brook calmed her and lulled her into easy dreams. Not that her dreams were eventful, she found herself in a peaceful meadow. The grass was bright green and a gentle breeze combed through her long fur. The sky was dull compared to the green of the grass, and even while dreaming Siren wanted to curl up and sleep. Just as she was laying her dream body down to sleep her dual toned eyes opened in reality. At first she wasn’t sure what woke her up, and she blinked back the fatigue of her nap before lifting her delicate features and looking around the clearing confused. That was when her glittering eyes fell on the massive man.

Surprise didn’t cross her features, she almost looked like she was expecting to see him. There was no strong premonition or vision, but a sense of familiarity along with his similar aura to her own Chimera’s. Maybe it was that fact that kept her so still and regal in the face of such an intimidating wolf. She blinked twice, saying nothing as he watched her, sitting in the stream. He’d been there for a while she assumed only because of how comfortable he made himself.

The girl’s regal head tilted curiously, but she dared not say anything lest this was a spirit come to confront her. Some spirits traveled by water, some couldn’t cross running water, but until he did or said something it was impossible to determine who he really was, and why his presence was so recognizable.



Oxx

Loner

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age
5 Years
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Male
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28
player
Resin
06-09-2021, 07:36 PM


How long did he sit there and watch her? This tiny, wisp of a woman... Oxx was mesmerized by her appearance and the ease with which she slept. She reminded him of someone. Someone from long ago. What had her name been? The man could barely concentrate. All of his attention was on the tiny woman asleep on the moss.

And then she wasn't asleep. The beautiful fae's eyes opened, the previously hidden orbs were dual toned and now Oxx was even more drawn to her. Those eyes... they seemed to suck him in, to beckon him forward. Without realizing it, Oxx had risen, water sluicing from his white, slate and black pelt. Giant paws moved his body forward and he was soon standing on the bank, still dripping river water.

"Lady," he spoke in his low, growling purr. The dark grey eyes of the man rested on her face and Oxx once again found himself moving involuntarily. The behemoth settled himself on his stomach so that the dainty elf of a woman wouldn't have to strain her neck to look up at him. The giant, who was normally cocky, self centered and full of sarcastic words, was struck mute by her beauty and the strange sense of nostalgia that she made rise within him.

"Speech"

Oxx is insanely mature and is prone to
violence,
sexual acts
and degradation of women.
Please don't read his threads.



Siren

Ashen
Herbalist

Advanced Healer (70)
Master Intellectual (240)

age
1 Year
gender
Female
gems
622
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
130
player
KatG6
06-10-2021, 05:23 PM
Siren was so quiet she barely breathed as he watched her, she didn't make it obvious how much she noticed his movements, the way her dual toned eyes caught the way his legs moved through the water. Like he wasn’t even thinking the man waded closer, his almost silvery gaze remaining on her dainty form. She did feel fear, but when faced with the spirits, or anything unknown, you didn’t show it. She didn’t fear a man, but she did feel frightened at incurring the wrath of a lost river spirit.

He addressed her with a simple word before lowering his massive frame to the stone and moss bank before her. Siren barely moved and barely breathed as she looked up at him through long lashes. ”Lord,” the princess returned with her light tones as she tilted her decorated features slightly. She offered reverence in case he truly was the divine water spirit she thought that he was. Siren was also hesitant about questioning him too, what did he want and why was he here. What use could he possibly find in her. Instead she remained silent, her eyes bright and despite her lack of vocal question it sat in the metallic pools of her eyes.