Veda
(#19221866)
there's nothing to fear, I'll keep your path clear
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Energy: 49/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.21 m
Wingspan
5.04 m
Weight
483.8 kg
Genetics
Ivory
Petals
Petals
Maize
Butterfly
Butterfly
Chocolate
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
128
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
54
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Auron
- Hexa
- Araora
- Coldwind
- Rikimaru
- Moonspirit
- Xylant
- Yetunth
- Dawnspirit
- Neveah
- Arvin
- Fairy
- Nago
- Soraka
- Torneer
- Aravi
- Ineod
- Geils
- Orvil
- Norven
- Seriadne
- Ieuan
- Quisaadi
- Lagoon
- Patois
- Averie
- Tranth
- Hersh
- Alanii
- Rhuned
- Hosava
- Evalie
- Riverfall
- Morningsong
- Raeside
- Ametrine
- Eri
- Heilyn
- Elessar
- Ferric
- Victalyassa
- Seliana
- Brightwell
- Summerwing
- Amorra
- Quesnel
- Eilir
- Reeve
- Shavri
- Brightstar
- Naalas
- Acronym
- Azuolas
- Arrana
- Arard
- Iveil
- Isaiah
- Isa
- Maerwynn
- Morgaine
- Xatia
- Aniah
- Kalak
- Kallah
- Oma
- Ija
- Imi
- Sorru
- Sai
- Ishae
- Luryl
- Eva
- Eos
- Elu
- Enakai
- Haetara
- Yrthraz
- Itura
- Menhet
- Menwi
- Merti
- Atherr
- Haagenti
- Auralion
- Elethor
- Lanuria
- Ainan
- Keir
- Ainan
- Ithosra
- Eiriol
- Deimos
- Isodu
- Odea
- Nakesha
- Ietepere
- Joiera
- Alouarn
- Midas
- Aravi
- Myste
- Haki
- Faux
- Yaminah
- Dante
- Rosea
- Moarah
- Lunari
- Athalia
- Darius
- Wiesia
- Ithra
- Lulani
- Selentura
- Ceondrirth
- Bymuphoss
- Mizar
- Lucrezia
- Glae
- Rytranes
- Theia
- Aromis
- Aiterra
- Danya
- Kismet
- Cyndeyrn
- Rhum
- Zelus
- Romaria
- Elva
- Verel
- Mavir
- Ysaly
- Shao
- Tesai
- Gwenei
- Agares
- Rylese
- Kurin
- Natira
- Diyanat
- Arkon
- Tae
- Nivur
- Sevim
- Asu
- Isken
- Iorath
- Absi
- Zheif
- Jeine
- Mavir
- Miu
- Raodra
- Isken
- Morus
- Ker
- Matvei
- Dimitri
- Seymour
- Phira
- Rian
- Rosvirein
- Isabeau
- Vol
- Naamah
- Siani
- Ani
- Lalor
- Ajowan
- Alix
- Laurent
- Lelantos
- Deron
- Alru
- Dalinar
- Selveen
- Quara
- Aranwen
- Lovette
- Amarantha
- Mephyst
- Aristodemos
- Salenor
- Yur
- Idurre
- Ceindrych
- Wezen
- Landen
- Nyhhyine
- Dasia
- Hulrune
- Miyu
- Xanthia
- Undral
- Vitomir
- Laurelin
- Amhara
- Weliana
- Andin
- Whirai
- Goryain
- Macrae
- Iotama
- Tantus
- Tethys
- Bran
- Solvaring
- Wian
- Arzhur
- Xanthia
- Yrrovial
- Aya
- Magiere
- Larisa
- Scion
- Morainn
- Mentari
- Nasus
- Nura
- Marron
- Kinna
- Wiuin
- Layel
- Dina
- Asmin
- Aegia
- Dellin
- Yasmine
- Amhara
- Andrus
- Loa
- Jayna
- Thyra
- Kladeos
- Beneth
- Verethi
- Caderyn
- Lev
- Eden
- Velimir
- Laina
- Avaryu
- Camille
- Viridiana
- Rasheeka
- Ammitai
- Andric
- Yuina
- Argai
- Anios
- Letherii
- Aharon
- Ammanas
- Abelia
- Morwen
- Morganne
- Akantha
- Cerise
- Alicia
- Nihmedu
- Eta
- Shirvesh
- Ainakea
- Joria
- Hakkan
- Pruthyra
- Celegriath
- Mydryin
- Tunim
- Murus
- Nilsine
- Arza
- Helleori
- Vasalja
- Maximilian
- Melinoe
- Argai
- Ganix
- Akantha
- Xylon
- Mouric
- Lamedh
- Elia
- Malykris
- Theo
- Melusina
- Saria
- Esma
- Caedmon
- Bohdan
- Qroveath
- Osen
- Ayida
- Blagoslov
- Aen
- Teorah
- Ioan
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
Biography
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Over the span of a mere decade, she tasted everything life had to offer, the sweet, the bitter, the sour and the decadent, lovers came and went, her bed was the softest in the whole kingdom, silk clinging to her skin just as the last, cracking facade of something akin to holiness. A two faced thing, truly, as underneath the golden luster, decay started to settle over alabaster white bones. Between knowledge of olden days and the languages of dead tongues, spires of gold reaching for the skies, corruption found its home in the fresh carcass of what would soon be known as White City. Black markets bloomed akin to mold and with it came poverty and the possibility to own one another. When free will was discarded and people of flesh and blood turned into breathing dolls. Yet, the radiance cast by her holiness burnt away even the most stubborn doubts. The only thing that now connected her to the simple girl that had fallen from the skies akin to a shooting star, was her never ending thirst for knowledge, she hungered for it, needed it like the air within her lungs. And it was only a matter of time before she would hit upon metaphorical gold, in her hands fell scrolls of long dead cultures and rituals of unknown origin. With a temptation this large, this irresistible, it was only a matter of when and not if, before she knew it, her mouth had already formed words and her voice given it all power. And with this came the pain. She screamed as her skin started to boil and throw blisters, blood running, from her eyes, her nose, her cracking skin and rotting flesh. Pain. So much pain, it burnt cold, patches of her skin encased in colorful ice, showing the steady rot of her flesh underneath, Daleth had to take out all the mirrors of her quarters because she could not bare the look of her own reflection, red rimmed gold, dulled by pain and framed by rot that finally showed her true colors. And as she suffered, as she coughed up blood and shards of gemstones, the last remnants of holiness within her died, snuffed out and corrupted to the core. Maybe it was that which saved her, even though it barred her from ever returning to Her side, the disease stopped. She stopped the decay yet could not reverse what had been done to her, stuck with an appearance that now matched her very being, she could not bare it any longer, hid behind illusion and trickery. And once again, her actions and their consequences threatened to break her neck, her disease damaging her holiness, her reputation the only thing keeping White City from tearing itself apart. In her need, she became creative, adopted a child no one would miss and disguised it as the prophet sent by Her. As much as she despised the goddess in her ivory tower of supremacy, Her name was still useful to her. Afflicting the disease to a helpless child was not the cruelest thing she had ever done, but it was the hardest. In the tiredness that followed after the infliction, she only narrowly avoided turning all of her fanatics against her as the child threatened to open his shadowy eyes. A blessing, she lies through her teeth and with a honeyed voice, the disease is a blessing as she takes out amethyst colored eyes. Better no eyes than the wrong ones, she thinks before once again presenting the boy as the prophet, the light’s chosen one. How much she hated this, she gnashed her teeth while praying with the now blinded boy and her followers. And she was so sure the sudden surge in power that she felt within the air came from simply her wrath. How wrong she was, delightfully wrong indeed, for the moment the cathedral’s door closes behind the last of her followers, the blinded boy starts to cackle, his voice echoing from raw power, too old for the youthful frame. He played along, entertained her, amused by her unknowingness. Wasn’t she shaped by the goddess of light Herself? Why was she so shocked to learn that there are, infact, creatures of more infernal origins? She wants to know it all, knowledge forever being her achilles heel, the thing that would eventually bring her down for good. A contract made, power exchanged, a new her leaves the cathedral, six armed, golden glowing eyed, the queen is more powerful than ever before and her voice carries a new confidence within her as she builds a gate of ivory and one of bone, speaks of holiness and good things that would come to all her followers while unleashing packs upon packs of hungry, dark beasts upon her home. Her husband, the king who still mourned after his green eyed lover, started to wear out his usage, even more so when a new, more fitting match made itself known, he crashed into her life as little more of an aftershock after the theft of one of her many sons, the guiding hand behind the six winged menace of lightning and corrupted light far too familiar to ignore. Among a field of roses and night at his beck and call, the Undying one stood, waited for her to appear, drawn in by the dark velvet of his voice, by her own curiosity. They were similar in the best way, knew what the other did not say out loud, from nothing he came, everything he became and with him, he brought an Empire of his own. They would be a match made in heaven, hell and the void beyond, only a fool would turn his offer for peace away, especially since his kind of diplomacy matched so well with hers, the best kind of alliances were the ones forged between crumpled bed sheets. And it seemed the thief of children agreed, he jealously watched over the one that had torn him down from heaven’s blessed realms, fed corruption to him until it leaked out of his eyes like dark tears, just as she had a first in Daleth, so had her new husband in Azazael. Time blurred between her and Azazael scheming, if Titaneaus knew of her poisous thoughts and her ideas of betrayal to her husband, he never showed a sign, instead he let her roam free, explore the width of his creation, the Undying Empire a black skinned twin to her own, the contrast stark and soothing. At the cost of one life, her husband’s, his blood vibrant red against the blue of Azazael’s hands, a new Empire was forged, black and white, night and day, an Emperor with an Empress. The Undying One and the Red Queen fit together like pieces of a puzzle, their union celebrated heavily as it gave birth to a behemoth, an Empire stronger than any before it. She didn’t have to do a single thing as the pilgrims started to wag their tongues, her city of white and holiness earning the name of Undying City, capital of their new, shared legacy. One would never expect her to be a faithful one, not now, not after she had become the embodiment of hedonism and sin itself, not even her new husband thought of this, why hold her to a standard he had no interest in keeping himself? Their marriage holy and unholy, the very thing that kept them coming back together, dragging down others with them, sometimes they shared, sometimes they didn’t. the plains of their heart wide open for anything and everything and not even Azazael’s zealous overprotection could fill all of it, she wanted what she wanted, who was Titaneaus to judge? She watched with great delight both the swell of her stomach and the sudden appearance of roses everywhere, they grew in their Empire, purple blooming, black thorned things with a heavy, alluring scent and the uncanny sway of their petal crowned head, always trailing after whoever dared to step to close. Eyes of the Emperor indeed, only rivaled at a later state by the crows. Lest she forgot, now that she had cold hard proof in her bed that divinity was within reach, nothing could truly make her backdown from her goal. Maybe, just maybe, she had always been destined for this, either way, she hungered for the divinity and all be damned, she would get to her goals. ~by Schattenfeuer xx |
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There’s nothing to fear
I’ll keep your path clear
As long as we walk
We’ll find what is real
And I will become
Your shield and your wall
Unbreakable stone
Just keep yourself near
her canonical look
https://sta.sh/09xqiv8edb9
Nirwana aaaaa you're so amazing
emblem by Tuath, go buy their art or i'll bite ya
There’s nothing to fear
I’ll keep your path clear
As long as we walk
We’ll find what is real
And I will become
Your shield and your wall
Unbreakable stone
Just keep yourself near
her canonical look
https://sta.sh/09xqiv8edb9
Nirwana aaaaa you're so amazing
emblem by Tuath, go buy their art or i'll bite ya
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