Ineas
(#91445301)
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.62 m
Wingspan
5.2 m
Weight
469.12 kg
Genetics
Slate
Tide
Tide
Cinnamon
Hex
Hex
Crimson
Smirch
Smirch
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
PlantMage wrote:
Fickle. That was her most striking trait. And what is the nature of war and victory if not fickle? Her moods shifted rapidly and it was difficult to keep up with her. Ineas wasn't a sore loser, but was an ungracious winner, which rankled those around her. She cared little for their opinions, however. All that mattered was who won.
02-2-24
Ineas approaches war as a form of art. She is an impulsive creator, sculpting conflicts with the strokes of her divine whims. Her temples serve as galleries where the masterpieces of battles past are celebrated, and she is revered as the divine artisan of war.
Ineas, the goddess of the romanticization of war, approaches the conflicts of the mortal realm with the delicate touch of an artisan crafting a masterpiece. She views each battle as a canvas upon which she paints the vivid strokes of chaos and passion. In her divine temples, war is celebrated as an art form, and the followers of Ineas are fervent admirers of the chaotic beauty she weaves.
Her divine influence is marked by impulsive decisions that mirror the unpredictability of artistic inspiration. Generals who seek her favor may find themselves blessed with brilliant insights, unconventional strategies, and a surge of creativity that transforms their armies into living expressions of her divine will. These moments of inspiration often lead to spectacular victories, leaving a trail of awe and admiration in the wake of Ineas's interventions.
However, Ineas is not a reliable patron. Just as an artist might discard one canvas in favor of another, she can swiftly change allegiances, leaving her former allies bewildered. Battles she once favored may be abandoned, replaced by a new conflict that captures her ever-shifting muse. The unpredictability of her actions keeps her followers on their toes, wondering when her divine inspiration will strike and where it will lead them.
In the temples dedicated to Ineas, her divine artistry is celebrated through vibrant displays of battle paintings, sculptures of triumphant warriors, and immersive experiences that recreate the chaos and passion of her chosen conflicts. Worshipers, both generals and common soldiers alike, come to seek not just victory but the divine touch of Ineas, hoping to be chosen as instruments in the creation of her next masterpiece.
Ineas's divine court is a gallery of ever-changing displays, reflecting the ephemerality of war and the artistic flair she brings to the realm of conflict. Mortals who appreciate the beauty in chaos are drawn to her worship, eager to experience the ecstasy of battle as an expression of divine art guided by the whims of their fickle yet inspired goddess.
(Verse 1)
In the shadowed valleys where the poppies weep,
Lies a tale of sorrow, etched in blood so deep.
Soldiers march with weary hearts, their eyes ablaze,
Their dreams shattered, lost in the smoke and haze.
(Pre-Chorus)
The sunsets bleed crimson, staining the earth,
As families wait, hearts clenched in silent mirth.
Letters arrive, inked with love and fear,
Promises whispered, but fate draws near.
(Chorus)
Oh, the fickleness of war, a cruel charade,
It dances with lives, a twisted masquerade.
Innocence crumbles as the ancient stone,
And hope fades away, leaving hearts alone.
(Verse 2)
A mother clasps a faded photograph to her chest,
Her son's smile frozen, forever at rest.
He marched away, a hero in their eyes,
But war's fickle winds extinguished his skies.
(Pre-Chorus)
The moon weeps silver tears upon the graves,
Where comrades lie, forgotten by the waves.
Their laughter echoes in the empty night,
A haunting melody of sacrifice and fight.
(Chorus)
Oh, the fickleness of war, a cruel charade,
It dances with lives, a twisted masquerade.
Innocence crumbles as the ancient stone,
And hope fades away, leaving hearts alone.
(Bridge)
The wounded cry out, their pain etched in scars,
Their dreams of home shattered by distant stars.
Love letters remain unanswered, lost in the fray,
As the battlefield swallows hope and light away.
(Chorus)
Oh, the fickleness of war, a cruel charade,
It dances with lives, a twisted masquerade.
Innocence crumbles as the ancient stone,
And hope fades away, leaving hearts alone.
(Outro)
As bugles sound the mournful retreat,
The fallen rise as whispers in the wheat.
Their legacy lives on, etched in tear-stained soil,
A requiem for the broken, wrapped in war's coil.
Absolutely gorgeous art by @rinrar, thank you so much!!!
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