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Idurre

(#70954243)

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Clubtail Jerboa

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.06 m

Wingspan

3.53 m

Weight

474.95 kg

Genetics

Brown
Pinstripe

Turquoise
Butterfly

Pistachio
Capsule

Hatchday

Jul 17, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Light
Swirl

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Max Level

STR

103

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Azazael
Veda

Offspring

Biography

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Idurre Undying.
↠ The Shared Land

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall..."

The Empire’s Sun and Moon knew that something old and bitter laid buried alive underneath those blooming forests. They all knew this eternal spring was not natural but only started to care when the balance in it all started to get tripped. When the forests became wild and untamed, became hungry for blood and souls.

Only then did they care enough to send someone. No, to send her. She was nothing special, she was no heir and no lost child either, instead she bore the balance within her, what she did not had, she could recreate through another by mere touch. Power grew and waned underneath her touch and she had her mother’s even temper, so she was the perfect choice to go.

The silk of her skirts dragged over spring green, autumn yellow grass and a bitter winter breeze hit her bare chest, but she remained a steady, calm presence through the hectic of the move and the panic of the village leader. He had no idea why the forest was dying such a violent death.

He could only feel the wrongness of it all, it was in the soil and the air, it ate away at the roots like hoarfrost in a vicious winternight. She could feel it too, the power pulsated against her bare soles like a broken heart and never waned while she searched the forest south to north, west to east.

Fire threatened her with sweet words and juvenile energy, never backing down after she stumbled over his palace of charcoal. He warned her of the sealed winter and how he would burn the forest down, as it was his to do with as he pleased. The fire in the shape of a man grinned and danced around her, a tease and a premonition, promising her crimson silks and a spot in his bed, even when she denied with gentle words and firmness.

It was her duty to find the reason for the forest’s dying, to prevent a culling of innocence, not indulge in senseless violence. It wasn’t her duty to take sides, she specifically had been sent to hold this carefully drawn, narrow line of neutrality. She was the balance.

When the seal upon the ice melted and the winter of centuries was unleashed, she stood barefooted between snow and frost, she took off her last shawl and wrapped it around winter’s bony shoulders to warm cold and pale skin. Where Fire wanted the forest to burn, Winter had killed his own heart with ice and frost, wanted the forest to suffocate underneath the same snow and coldness that had him sealed away in the first place. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

So she didn’t. Instead of opposing with force and violence, she poured cup after cup of tea, she offered a shoulder to cry on and ear to listen. She offered and shared her home; she brought comfort and firmness where it was needed, to mellow winter’s bite and douse fire’s fury.

”The past has already proven you are equal in strength.”, through the steam from the cup, she saw the strict, hard set of Ethreain’s shoulders, their jagged curve only softened by the folds of her shawl. Around him, ice flowers spread slowly, crawled up the short legs of her round tea table and followed the seams of the large pillows she offered instead of chairs. The longer he remained, the larger his oasis of winter grew while the man himself clung to his cup with white fingers spread wide over blue patterned china. “Why not share your territory?”

Hajime scoffed, lips curled back, handsome, youthful face twisted into a fox-like grimace, somewhere between sneer and grin. Amber eyes fixated on the slope of her neck, the width of her shoulders and the curve of her chest, shameless as ever and only broken by her offering for more tea, pot hot and full in her hands.

“Ditch this bitter, sour fool, blossom, you’re making your life so much easier just picking the winner’s side.”, honey flew graciously, both from his tongue and his spoon into his tea, smooth and warm his voice sounded almost like dark chocolate, molten and velvet soft. Hajime had once boasted he could have anyone, while trailing after her as she pursued the traces of winter to the tomb. And she had to agree, she did agree, openly and directly. “C’mon, think about it.”

“I am thinking about this.”, moving out of his reach was easy, a sway of her hips and his hand fell from her waist, a turn on bare soled feet and she was already back to refilling Ethreain’s empty cup once more, all while the pale one hadn’t spoken a single word since arrival. “And if you can not share a land --”

“Hey now! Ne’er said we can’t share. Just don’t wanna.”, wounded, male pride caused Hajime’s voice to tilt in pitch, he seemed annoyed, sulking almost. Like a scolded child. “I want it all.”

“So do I.”, quiet, almost a whisper and yet, Ethreain carried winter within his body and his voice was no exception. He watched her over the rim of his cup, calculating, cold intelligence in glowing eyes. “And if all you can offer are empty words, I fear you are wasting your time.”

“What if there is a reward?”, aggressive words fell from her lips, yet she dulled their sharpness with a smile and warmth, dancing the line of neutrality as if her life depended upon it. “A reward for sharing your lands and keeping the peace.”

“What reward?”, interested in the result rather than the luster around it, Ethreain and Hajime started to exchange looks, weary, underwellingly aggressive with tension thickening in this white tent.

“You will see once I am proven your abilities are indeed there and not a mere passing. In the meanwhile”, there was mischief in her smile and grace in her movements as she settled between the two of them, a missing piece to connect their contrasting colors. “Think of me as your shared land.”

Ethreain
Bitter and cold and
old, betrayed and
hated for simply
being, she happened
to see there was so
much more underneath
all the frost.

Hajime
Wild and free, he
is pure and untamed,
like fire he burns and
warms, mischief and
maliciousness too easily
become one with him
but evil he is not.

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