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for this boy
Arawn or Aristaeus,don't know yet.
His tail drags on the floor behind him,He is careful not to make a sound,This seemed like it was it,he had found his target and he edged closer.
Who am i kidding you? what kind of prey lives in a demon like hell,you tell me!
Aristaeus is simply in the wrong place,the wrong time,and the wrong behaviour to even be there,but there is,in the forest expecting to catch something.
He jumps foward landing on a frog,to his surprise a tail hits him in the face whacking him over and he hears a short sweet hiss,"Watch it,thats my FROG."
He turns over seeing the coatl,shes holding flowers in her hand staring down at him,"What is it? did i bedazzle you of some sort? i know im all that pretty but when you get in my way i can be nasty despite how big and slow i may look got it? now scram."
Aristaeus he gets up slowly shifting away from the coatl before finding a place to rest within,he flys upwards,staying in the air for a mintue or too,watching the chaos all around.
He finds a tree to sit in,blending in well,He held his tail looking down spotting the coatl,he relaxes tail twitching.
Social interaction towards him,everybody ignored him,was he happy about it? or did he feel heavily disturbed?
He stares at the coatl,something seemed so different in her...actually spoke to him? people have got to be raving mad to speak to him in any sort of language if you ask me.
Actually,from the moment he opened his eyes...nobody spoke to him,he was a loner and he learned to live that way.
He climbed down from the tree walking up to the coatl,"Hey im sorry- uh-whats your name?" The coatl turns her head eyebrowing him mumbling,"Mother nature it is...surprised that some sort of...creature like you would talk to me..."
He frowned,"some sort of-" Was that ment to be an offence to him? He gave a slight nervous chuckle,Mother Nature looked into his eyes,his deep brown eyes gleaming.
Mother Nature used her tail to whip it across his eyes and he yelps stumbling backwards,"rule one if you want to be friends with me,don't chuckle like that around me."
Aristaeus looks at her,rubbing his face irrtation starting to occur,should he...take her word? or leave her behind and continue his soiltary life?
He slowly nodded,Mother Nature turns away using her tail to grab onto his,"well looks like you've got a new friend,welcome to our world."
Our? Aristaeus let out a small smile,He had never been referred to as being with someone,but he hesitated,Could he really trust a coatl like that?
Over time Aristaeus and Mother nature became close,nothing could break them apart unless you consider the future of those two...time does have its magic...but its also a curse.
A Mother to Aristaeus who he had never had,but a Mother who wouldn't careless if he were to become a fool and ditch her in the heat of everything.
It was Aristaeus after all,who knows what could happen?
for this precious gorl as well
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Renamed to Postverta meaning Godess of the past.
Postverta.
Where did she come from? Nobody knows,she wasn't like the others,she didn't know where she belonged,clan after clan,it just wasn't right,Every time she woke up she would see a faint vision of a red string...She didn't understand,she didn't.One day out of sheer curiousity she followed it,it lead her to a barren and empty land.She looked around confused,swearing that she thought she saw it lead there,she was pretty heart broken,the red string ment something didn't it?
(fabulae meaning story)
Thus she didn't know she was the only one,Fabulae the current clan he was living in was in the very same spot Postverta was standing,He saw the red string as well.He was confused,maybe it was only true to be a myth,it was only his story telling vision right?
Postvera didn't know what to do,she sat down quiet,she thought she could've met someone special,someone who understood her.Fabulae also sat down,head tilted up,not taking any notice of the chaos around him.
Postvera finally shook her head,she was a fool for imagining some red piece of string that lead her to nowhere.
As she got up and was about to leave magic hour struck,the sky turned a hazy,cloudy like red and she froze,the land forming around her,She was standing infront of the black and white spiral.The red string now physically connected and they both looked up at each other.
The string can stretch and tangle,but never break.
of course it would work..after all when you do story tell it all comes from the past?
Time seemed to make favour for them,they were together that easily,but is time really that geneorous? They may live together writing their own tales..
But the red string of fate is just a myth,who said...it couldn't break?
Time broke them apart.
Time pulled them together
Take it like this...
she was the counterpart of time,while fabulae was the counterpart of life and death,stories.
though they work together,they tug and pull at each other,and thats what happened.
They got onto each others nerves,they began to slowly hate each other over and over,the multiple fights they got into.
You can't put time and a story together and expect it to work out,because time does its own thing.
Postvera hated fabulae,she was sick of him,sick of the world she was living in,she knew fabulae could change the whole fact that the place they were living in was a hell,she was sick of how intolerable he was and how insensetive he was.
Time made room,the world made room for two lovers,but in the end they tore at each others hearts. She saw the red string of fate again,but it was torn and ragged,she was lied to,the red string of fate could always break...
Postvera prayed to the stars that she could go back to the olden days,when she was alone,again.
Be careful what you wish for they say,what she said herself.
Time returned Postvera back to her place,just once...fabulae was lost,postvera had disappeared,he knew why and he regretted it.
She regretted it,Postvera missed fabulae and his personality even if it hurt her,she prayed to the stars again,but time didn't make room.
she was stuck,in the time where her beloved was not yet a thing.
Far away from her beloved.
The red string of fate broke.
She felt so alone...she weeped for days and hated herself for what she did,slowly over time she began to forget,so did fabulae,she tried again and again to try draw his face,and in the end only drew hers in a love heart shape.
She had forgotten him,He had forgotten her.
They live in peace,now in their...dedicated times.
Little did she know she still had a red piece of string tied to one of her head feathers
Little did he know he had still had a red piece of string tied to his horns.
They are,and still will be lovers.
One day,just maybe...
they could meet in heaven
and be together again.
Is in the same time peroid as postvera/
You see something poking out from the trees and you stare,it looks wolf like...but then you look down realising its a dragon.
Of course what did you expect?
Yeah by all means if you have looked at my lair you would just see how much blood shed there is,but this girl right here?
Innocent.
A playful tundra,she is not like the others,nothing intresting at all.
She is just childish,nobody hurts her because of her fun little acts she can pull.
Innocence doesn't mean anything.
Does it.
Tell me what innocence means.
Because then if so,everything would be wrong for her.
She is a brutal serial killer who has killed plently,including her family
She seems,unphased by something,she doesn't wear that wolf skin for nothing.
Nobody has seen her face thats for one.
But have you ever just wondered
whats hidden in there?
Nobody knows,but what they know is too keep clear.
But maybe the past doesn't affect her future,she seems more caring and gentle,espically towards hatchlings.
This was one of the starting points of the clan,though not valued as a God those holding close to traditions will praise her for a change of heart.