Astarael
(#33328498)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Rosaline Strangler
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.78 m
Wingspan
3.9 m
Weight
475.58 kg
Genetics
Thistle
Vipera
Vipera
Peacock
Alloy
Alloy
Blood
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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THE JINX
Harrowing | Enchanting | Dangerous |
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MISC. --✧--  theme songBloodline: N/A Role: 7th Bright Shiner ╰━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━╮ RELATIONS --✧-- Siblings: Sven, Halifax, Exotis, Atoxa ╰━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━╮ LIKES --✧-- Stories All of Life Roses ╰━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━╮ DISLIKES --✧-- Her solitude ╰━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━╮ GLOSSARY --✧-- The 7 Bells The 9 Bright Shiners The Charter Precincts of Death ╰━━━━━━━━╯ |
"Do not tarry in my presence, young one."
There is a well, to those who know where to look, entangled in a massive rose bush near the Abhorsen’s House. Deep in its bowels wanders a lone Skydancer — or a creature posing as one — whose wails and cries cause all who hear her to feel an immeasurable sorrow. This intense feeling of misery can easily thrust those with weak wills into Death, to lay down in its river and let the current take them to the Ninth Precinct and beyond. In the beginning, Astarael joined with six of her siblings to help create the Charter. They bound the corrosive powers of Free magic to rules and symbols, so that the newly fledged beings that formed on their favorite planet could use magic safely and freely. They thought it a gift, but one of their siblings did not agree. During the making they were met with resistance from their own brother Orannis, and after a mighty battle the seven of them prevailed. Five of them became one with the endlessly flowing Charter, but Astarael and one of her brothers left a vestige of themselves behind. They could not be sure that Orannis would stay bound, and so they took it upon themselves to keep a close eye on him and their world. Even as just a fragment of her true self, Astarael’s powers are still devastating, and in desperation she exiled herself deep beneath the surface. Sealed with slabs of obsidian and heavy, Charter-spelled chains, the well can only be accessed by those of the Royal or Abhorsen bloodlines. Though why anyone would wish to visit the Weeper is unknown, and so she resides alone in her labyrinth beneath the House. |
OF JOY AND SORROW
Within the swirling mists of a roaring river and nestled at the precipice of a towering waterfall, a lone house stands, tall and proud. This mansion is the Abhorsen’s House, built by the Wallmakers long ago. It is an indomitable forretress made impenetrable to the Dead and Free magic creatures with its enchanted waters and high walls, self-sufficient orchards and sprawling gardens. It is a haven, for the one who keeps the Dead down.
Even when the House is empty — the Abhorsen and her family often within their Kingdom in another land — the grounds teem with powerful sendings and constructs to guard it. They keep the House tidy, the gardens healthy, the cellars bursting with food and supplies. But there is one area on the grounds they seem to avoid, where the roses from the terrace grow wild and free.
Beneath their tangled thorns lies a well, sealed with heavy slabs of obsidian and thick chains devoid of rust or any signs of aging. They are spelled, endless Charter marks of locking and closing running through the bronze links — a clear sign that something dangerous lurks within.
The well leads to a labyrinth sprawled in the belly of the House, tangled much like the rose vines above. No light pierces its depths but even so the lone occupant that wanders the dark halls travels without worry, her steps light and slow as she circles and circles her self-imposed prison.
Her appearance is that of a Skydancer, but it's immediately apparent that is merely a facade, a tangible form for something much more powerful. She is beautiful and heartbreaking to gaze upon, an air of sorrow and weariness surrounding her.
She pauses in her wanderings, sensing someone encroaching upon her lair. Her elegant head turns to the direction of the visitor but there is no sign of surprise upon her face. The darkness fades as the figure approaches, the golden plumage of this not-Imperial shining fiercely even within a place with no light.
She turns to him fully and smiles. “Kibeth…”
“Astarael,” he answers, voice warm and pleasant. “Sister, it is good to see you. I am sorry to have left you for so long.” He steps forward, catching her in an embrace. His smile, strong and full of love, is tinged with sadness as he holds her and he drapes his wings around her shoulders as if to ward off her loneliness.
“There is no need for that,” she whispers, finally finding the strength to pull away. “You know that any amount of time alone is worth your next visit. Now tell me, where have you traveled from this time?” Astarael settles on the ground, making herself comfortable at his side.
Kibeth follows suit, wrapping his long body around her and encompassing them both in a golden glow. “Do you remember when I last told you of the dragons that live within the Windswept Plateau?” He releases a small laugh at his sister’s eager nod, seeing that she’s already excited for his latest story from the surface. “Well, they have proven to be as clever and resourceful as ever. They’ve built a flying city that dances upon the wind — out of reeds, paper, and leather bladders, no less!”
He relaxes as he sees the gloom leave her face, and his smile grows as she becomes more enthralled with his story. He tells her of the thriving community in the sky, of their festivals and dances, music and culture, and how they fearlessly tackle the ever-roaring cyclone that twists on their westernmost shore.
But, as always, Astarael’s nature proves to be more powerful than the distractions Kibeth provides, and her despair begins to creep back into her spirit. When he notices that Astarael’s attention has wandered, Kibeth nudges her gently with his snout.
“What is the matter, sister? What troubles you?” Even Kibeth’s essence of joy and merriment cannot withstand the endless pain he sees when Astarael gazes up at him with her haunting, pale eyes.
“I apologize. Lately there has been something bothering me. A feeling, deep within. It reminds me of him — of Orannis.” She closes her eyes at the utterance of their brother’s name and feels Kibeth stiffen beside her. “It’s as if his presence has returned and he walks with us once again.” She looks up at him then, her eyes wild as her fears get the best of her. “What if he has broken free? He was always the most powerful of us. He despises us and our world. I could not bear to see him destroy this place, this Life we have nurtured...”
“Astarael, you need not worry.” Kibeth bows his head, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he wills her to match his breathing. “He cannot escape from the prisons we made for him. And even if he does, he is not whole — he will only ever be a fragment of what he once was.”
When he senses that she has calmed, however slight it may be, he pulls away to look her in the eye. She can see the confidence in his face, of their powers holding Orannis imprisoned, of their ability to lock him away once again if need be.
Despite it all, she cannot help but doubt. “But he could become whole again, it is possible. Belgaer and Ranna made sure that it would be difficult, but his halves could still find each other.”
“Hardly,” Kibeth scoffs. “He can only bind with his other half on a world he has not yet touched. He spent all of his early life travelling the cosmos, tearing apart planets and leaving them in ruin. And Yrael would follow along, mending them, making them whole again. There is no planet out there that does not hold a piece of another. He would have to travel far, and for a long time, to find a new planet of its own making. It will not happen.”
When her gaze falls he catches her, cupping her chin within one of his great paws. The next time he speaks there is magic lacing his words, and even though she is aware of their influence, she allows it.
“And if he does? If Orannis breaks his bonds and travels far and wide for a new world and returns whole? We will stop him.” His voice grows in volume within the endless tunnels of the labyrinth but it is not overpowering, and instead fills Astarael’s spirit with inspiration and strength. “We have done it once, dear sister, and we will do it again if need be. He is strong, but we are stronger together.”
“Together…” she echoes softly. “Yes, you are right. I cannot help but doubt our powers, when I am here all alone. But I know our brothers and sisters would aid us once again if we called upon them.” Astarael graces him with a small smile, the least she can do after his reassurances. “Thank you, Kibeth.” She releases a breath, her worries going with it, and settles her head upon his neck. His golden mane tickles her nose.
“Will you stay a little longer?” she asks after a long moment. “Tell me more about our children above. What else have they learned?”
“Of course, dear sister. I will stay as long as you need.” He cranes his head upward, whispering a spell that sends glowing Charter marks fluttering from his lips. They swirl and grow in the air above them, illuminating the chamber to mimic the sunlight above that his sister has not seen for many years.
Kibeth descends into a new tale as they both bask under the warm light. As they talk, Astarael laughs with her brother, and Kibeth cries with his sister. And for just a little while the Weeper is given respite from her loneliness.
Notes:
- Scrolled into a Skydancer from a Spiral.
- Given vipera, alloy, & opal.
- Layout elements taken from Mibella, CityTurtle, and osiem.
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