Wind
(#43309655)
Level 1 Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.07 m
Wingspan
1.88 m
Weight
100.42 kg
Genetics
Pistachio
Cherub
Cherub
Mint
Paint
Paint
Antique
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
poison trail
the colour of youth is light green.
she controls windstorms / harsher winds while amihan controls softer ones ! rename scroll needed: linug
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@kinglycobra
She looks so majestic with both those primal eyes and the smoke tert!!
I'm personally not a primal eye collector, but maybe some people might be interested?
I suggest that you keep her if you love her, though!
@chibithulu
You might regret losing her, especially if she gets exalted. She's so pretty and swirly.
She looks so majestic with both those primal eyes and the smoke tert!!
I'm personally not a primal eye collector, but maybe some people might be interested?
I suggest that you keep her if you love her, though!
@chibithulu
You might regret losing her, especially if she gets exalted. She's so pretty and swirly.
the colour of youth is light green.
she controls windstorms / harsher winds while amihan controls softer ones ! rename scroll needed: linug
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AMIHAN [ ah-MI'-han ]: a breeze 1 (n) | floating island clan's wind representative 2 (n)
« a wise stalk bends to the wind. »
beneath a white gold sun, a flute trills out a soothing melody. it reminds you of the breezes rustling through the reeds on the edge of your clan's fishing hole...
/ / /
amihan was born beneath a blessing of the windsinger himself. since she was young, she could hear the whisper of voices in the wind, telling where the hunting would be good and where the gusts wouldn't tug so harshly against a frail hatchling's body. as she grew, she cultivated her powers. it started with easy things, like pulling breezes through the boughs of their home. soon, she created windstorms big enough to whip the gentle waves beneath their cave home into a frenzy. today, she serves the windsinger with the steady hum of prayers and the gift of the gentle wind under her wings. linug, her lighter coloured counterpart, controls the storms.
the flute calls you, come
play beneath the spreading boughs spirit and flesh, soar |
buffeted. wrote:
No one was worried when the first 'calamity' struck. And the second. And the third.
And then on the dawn of a very odd day, Amihan woke to utter silence. The constantly-stirring chimes and knickknacks hung up around the lair had ceased to sound; the air was flat and still, and as she crept out of her nest, she saw that the members of the clan that had woken already - mostly their magically inclined folk - sat warily around the little bonfire in the middle of their camp. "What's going on?" She hazards it in a whisper, and an irritable looking Shimmer flicks her stricken tail dangerously close to the Wind Prophetess' face. "Shouldn't you know, O Great Lady of the Currents?" the coatl taunts, a northern hiss seeping into her words. "Are you not, after all, our very own Ambassador of Gales?" It's a little title Amihan wore with pride, denoting her status as a Wind flight representative. But now, it's spoken mockingly, and with the drag of the Vinetongue accent colouring her clanmate's words. Amihan bows her head slightly, acknowledging the seniority of the Blightghost, and speaks resignedly. "I am the Ambassador. But that doesn't mean the Windsinger - blessed be - with all his breezy compatriots, deigns to speak directly to me at this very moment. I don't know why the winds have stopped, Shimmer." With that, she's heading toward the entrance of the lair: an archway made of boughs twisted together and wrought with iron bands, keeping the whole thing from flying apart. Behind her is a scoff; she knows why Shimmer had so harshly called her out, but doesn't know why the elder coatl can't just let things go... As she slips past the tangle of roots that make up the clan's bridge from the island to the mainland, she notices how quiet and lonely the whole plateau has become. It's silent, without the distant howl of the storm further north, and still, since the kites that keep many clans' homes aloft hang limply there, probably by some magic... |
compliments wrote:
@Luca20 She is the wind. She is the perfect wind rep. There are only 3 apparel pieces but they all come togheter to make a wonderful outfit
@Ciion
Honestly- I don't like spirals that much but Amihan(screm yes, finally I thought I'm the only one who names my dergs based off of gods/goddesses in a certain mythology 0:
@Ciion
Honestly- I don't like spirals that much but Amihan(screm yes, finally I thought I'm the only one who names my dergs based off of gods/goddesses in a certain mythology 0:
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