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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#1

This land was a shelter in a world that had lost its footing, a steadfast mountain upon which the gales of the hurricane lashed and wailed, beating upon its walls. Yet, the Leviathan was a titan, a slumbering beast who bore its lashes well and endured. Aulë could remember the dreams, memories truly, of a time long ago. It was an age of heroes, living legends where Ourania had been truly a land of Gods. It had been a sky of wonder, the stars shining as falling jewels, awry with the loss of their wayward brother. How fearless he had been then, enraptured by the tale that had sprung to life within the enchanted pools of watching. He had yearned from afar, wishing to be one of them, and finally, he had been granted a way to feel, to know what it was like to truly live.


Perhaps some would have lamenated over being so blind to the truth. Aulë did not. He mourned for the pain that laid as a thick ash upon the world, wept for the countless lives meaninglessly lost, and questioned the reasoning that drove even the most noble of creatures mad, yet, never once did he wish to return to the sky. It had been.... empty, his existence up until then. He had known the sweet choir of the stars, had felt their soothing light upon him for eons, but, he had never felt so deeply, never known sadness or joy or passion. These were gifts that Gods had seen fit to bestow upon their children, the hope of a future, of choice. He could cast his eyes out in hopeless marvel upon Ourania, and hesitate over the question as to why, why the beings of the world sought to destroy all that had been created, perhaps not for them, but for the potential to enjoy and explore. Secrets had been woven into the fabric of the land, hidden caverns with deep shadows and deeper voices, of forests inhabitated by the spirits of life and death, so powerful, and some still so fragile. Aulë had seen so many look upon the simple beasts, and believe them beneath their unending lives and yet, even they were so, so blessed.


He stood now beneath the great stone canopy of the cathedral, moon doors opened empress of the heavens. It was a silver world they created together, the rivers like seams of light amongst the satyrs woodlands and kelpies pools, the walls painted in a thousand thousand colors, bright and shining as the nebula above. He was alone, but, he did not feel lonely in this moment, accompanied by a band of bobbling lights, wisps floating in a teasing game above the waters surface and amongst the cattails at its shore. Gold, cerulean, and lavendar, they hung as stars in the warm air of the cavern, amored with his steps, even as Aulë peered down into the depths, his toes leaving ripples silver, stretching further, and further still.

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#2
Hot blood splashed across his face, scorched away quickly by the heat of his flesh. He turned quickly, ready to face his attacker again only to watch the great beast lunge, ears flat, head snaked and teeth bared. He tried to side step, but the lash of one great hoof across his shoulder caught him off guard. He felt it split clear to the muscle and snarled in response to the fresh warmth that bloomed there. Blood pooled at his paws. He was not at his best, he knew that. But something about this felt so very wrong. No matter how he tried, he found himself unable to do anything more than stay defensive. He was no stranger to battle, war or death, but to look around him now, at the fallen, the wounded, those that cried out in agony for help or for death, for their mother’s long gone from them… It unsettled something deep within him… When he looked up again, another of those great beasts was lunging for him.. and he knew. "Wait!" he cried out, trying to dodge, "Let me help, I have to help!"

But there was no room, no place to move with the crushing bodies, the powerful creature was on him in a wave of darkness…

He woke with a start, golden eyes moving quickly around him, looking for that great lunging monster. He saw nothing though, only the fading light far in the distance. For a moment he wanted to curl back around himself, to hide beneath his wings and drift back into that darkness. But he knew what waited in that darkness, and it was not the reprieve he so desperately sought. Ever since the great war, and the splitting of the rift, he’d been plagued with visions and dreams of that day. The loss and pain… The only thing that had been positive from it had been the loss of this magic. To so many he knew it had been like waking up to a piece of their soul missing… but to him it had been the first peace he’d known in so very log. His fire had burned out of control for nearly all of his life, powerful and dangerous, but unable to bend to his will. He’d hurt so many growing up, damaged so much of the world with the flick of emotion. Tentatively, he reached inward to the place the fire had once raged, but instead found only cold embers long burned out.

A slow sigh of relief escaped him as he unwound himself from the resting place. Great wings lifted from his back, shaking the stiffness from those intricate muscles. Pulled to his full massive height, he shook out his fur, the heavy horns on his head swinging side to side, the tug and pop of muscle and bone a momentary distraction. He’d been moving constantly ever since the rift had scattered them all. He’d not come across any of his family, perhaps they’d all died as a result… He felt a sense of relief at the thought, of avoiding their rage and anger, and a deeper more agonizing sense of guilt for such a thought.

He turned his gaze back into the land he’d been exploring before exhaustion had forced him to rest. He’d only visited these lands once as a child, but he could remember how mesmerized he had been by them. The soft glow and light in the darkness. The memory had been of wonder and peace, there had been no pressure, no grief, no pain. Perhaps that is why he sought it now, to find some peace from the guilt that draped across his shoulders so heavily.

Making his way into the caverns, he allowed his eyes to adjust briefly and take in the floating orbs of light, the growth of strange and beautiful trees, the gleaming water that seemed to hold its own source of light from the rays above. It was startling, and he allowed the slightest of smiles to touch his lips. For a moment he knew peace… and then he caught sight in the distance of another aura, a galaxy of colors swimming across his vision. The stars seemed to dance in his fur. What most seemed to touch him though, was the aura of peace that surrounded this… being. He felt otherworldly, like a spirit that may vanish when he realized how close he was coming. Slowly, he moved towards him, feeling a strange pull he couldn’t quite explain.

In the soft light he felt the need to whisper for some odd reason, as though to speak with his full booming voice would somehow shatter the serenity of this place and cause the stranger before him to disappear. "You don’t look like any creature of this world." His voice held a soft rasp to it, soft embers dripping from his lips. His smoke coiled at his back, rising to the great opening above them. His words meant no offense, only curiosity. "I am Rhaegar, and you?"




"Speech."

ooc: He's just meant to always be an angsty boi I guess. XDD @Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#3

Gazing into the mirror realm, bound in glittering silver and a hushed depth, Aulë remembered a time when this was all he was afforded to experience their world. The pools of watching had been a quiet tranquilty, a haven amidst the nebulous mists, light and color and warmth to ward out the darkness of the voids beyond. He had no tangible form then, a mere star amongst a thousand, and yet, it had become his favourite place, a solitary guide upon the western horizon. He could fall into its embrace, and for a time, pretend he did not merely exist on the edge of creation, but lived among them. How many lives he had followed in those first eons, sharing in their joy as bit by bit, the children discovered for themselves the Eden that had been created just for them. Hesitating, not quite willing to disrupt the calm, and yet, curious, he reached down, his nose touching the surface, a soft smile gracing his fond attentions, as the perfect image of himself vanished in the chaos.


He watched quietly as the small wave reached out, growing wider the further it bound, until at last, it lapped against the murky shore, the pebbles chiming quietly as the willows swayed. Aulë had known a pool much like this long ago, when the land was still young and changing. He had fallen into the water, a blaze of light in the darkness, and for a time he had allowed himself to sink, deep into the embrace of the silent waters. His eyes had turned up, seeing the sky from below for the first time, and had been able to pick out each constellation, each bright comet slowly moving in their cosmic paths. The moon had been so big, so bright, suddenly forefront in his eyes where before it had been but a satellite, a orbiting pearl within the worlds atmosphere. He could see why the wolves and horses of the land had looked up and seen it as a God, a guardian in the frightening night. The stars were plentiful, but far, far away. The further he had sank, the greater it had become, until the entire surface of the water seemed to turn to silver glass, glistening and dancing with stunning sparks where the bubbles raced higher and higher. It had become a pool of starlight, far in the north, where the heat of his fall had been kissed away from his fur, revealing the silken heliotrope and mauves, shining like crystal lit from within. The stars that remained upon his back had joined in symphony with the beaded droplets at his head, even as he gasped for breath, each terrifying and painful and wonderful all at once.


Rising from his kneel, the softest sigh of fur upon stone the only whisper of his presence, Aulë turned, ready to retreat deeper into the cavern, perhaps to find a bed of moss to take comfort in with the rising sun, perhaps to explore further. Yet, he was drawn still, allured by the flames in the grass. He appeared like a dream, taking hold of his mind and senses, consuming him completely. He was warm, the sparks from the sun where he was the gentle collective. His scent filled his chest with each breath, sharp with smoke and full as the belly of a thundercloud in late spring. And yet, it was the chaos and... deep, deep sadness that clung to him that made the Eldar nearly step forward, a comet broken free from gravity to barrel off into the lonesome oblivion. When the wolf spoke, his words were quiet, a barest whisper, nothing at all like Aulë expected. "I am not, not really anyways." No matter how much he wished to. So many had met him and had been drawn to that fault, that truth of him. There was always something that gave him away, though he wasn't quite sure what it was.


A curious sylph, he crept forward a single step, set upon smooth stone, his paws touching carefully the pebbles. He was immense, yet he noticed quickly it was because of the great wings folded at his sides, ravens wings that seemed to possess a spark of ember upon the plumes where the warm glow of his back smoldered like a dying fire. Aulë dared not draw closer; he remembered the fear that lived in this land, the uncertainty. It had been so inconsolable that war had only grown where conflict should have left the people in ruins. "I am Aulë," he whispered, his own soft words mirroring the man, the sound cradled in the water and cattails. "I have not seen another wolf since the battle. Do you... are you looking for your friends?" So many had been displaced.

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#4
Rhaegar watched with curiosity, as the other gazed deep into the lapping waters beneath. His gaze seemed far beyond this world, lost within another. What could the other see, he wondered. The colors along his body seemed to shift and change, casting their beautiful light onto the cavern walls around him. He seemed otherworldly, like one of the old gods had somehow managed to flee their death, hidden away in these caverns. ”I am not, not really anyways.” Somehow, it was exactly what he expected, but he was still surprised to hear it. The only indication of this was a slight tilt to his head, his curiosity pulling his attention away from the vivid horrors he’d seen in his dreams. He could see a similar nature in the other as their gazes met, taking a step towards him.

”I am Aulë. I have not seen another wolf since the battle. Do you... are you looking for your friends?” His voiced mimicked his own, a soft whisper, reverent for this place and for the one before him. His question though splintered that careful stoic exterior he tried to maintain. Before he could stop it, he felt his face twist in the briefest show of discomfort and guilt. Golden eyes dipped briefly to the cool stone floor beneath him, staring at his own massive paws a moment. He shifted his weight slightly, from one leg to the other, as though it would somehow loosen the burden he so heavily wore upon his shoulders. Visions of blood and horror tried to cover his eyes.

Quickly he pulled the small displays of his anguish back, steadying his body and setting his face into that stern mask he so carefully wore. He had no room for weakness, he could nearly hear the scolding his father would have given him for it. His next words were careful, slow to offer answers or to trust. He’d also not met any other’s after the war, and if he was honest with himself, he was afraid of the reaction. What if they had been enemy? What if they saw him become their enemy when he’d intervened to save one of the beasts his kind sought to slaughter.? Worse, what if he’d caused the death of their loved one? There would be nothing he could say to make his penance or ease that suffering.

Meeting the soft gaze before him once more, he spoke a little more sternly than before, the embers growing thicker around his lips as he spoke, the only visible sign to his increased emotion. "It is well to meet you... I’m… not looking for them, no." Liar, he spat back at his own words, unable to face those consequences quite yet. "And you? Have you found those you… fought with?" Carefully he tried to avoid the question of whose side they had stood on, uncertain how he would react.


"Speech."

ooc: He's just meant to always be an angsty boi I guess. XDD @Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#5

He was lost. Perhaps not in the crushing weight of of fear and doubt, uncertainty of where he was in the world that appeared far greater then it truly was, but suddenly, there had been questions that arose that he had no answers to. These questions Aulë knew well, their answers precious to him, and yet, how little he truly understood what they really meant. It was the hidden secrecy of the very nature of what and who they were, a lingering spark that had been planted with tender care by those who had shaped them. Some, would spend their entire lives searching for the answer, and never come close to unravelings its mysteries. Some still never looked, content to obey and submit to the answers of another. How much courage did it take to make that leap of faith?


How much did it hurt to leave those the soul loved most behind?


Stars did not feel the way the Paragons did, the children of Ourania were truly unique, blessed. They shone like the sun, so blinding and bright, fleeting as they truly were. Their infinity was so much shorter then his own. And yet, Aulë had come to love them, to know them, even as he was uncertain as to why they would act the way they did, dare to venture into the unknown, would fight and kill one another for no other reason then an opposing view. But in many ways, time had been his teacher, a confidant in the night, bestowing upon him new eyes, more tender senses, to experience and see and understand. In many ways, he thought he could say he knew them a little more.


To see that pain in his eyes, even for but a moment, a final spark before the light faded into oblivion, had shaken him deeply. But, it was for only a moment, before once again, the glimpse of the infinite soul vanished. Aulë knew then, he could not draw such vulnerability to attention. The wound, whatever it was, for whatever purpose, was still raw and painful, his great and powerful body flinching, afraid. Aulë remained upon his pedestal of cool stone, a comet in orbit, drawing near, yet all the same pushed away. He was alone. Maybe he had lost those precious to him, and was unable to face their loss. To be without end, was to feel the loss all the deeper.


How many endless, endless lights had he seen flicker and fade? How many whispers of melodies drifting in the silence had awoke him, cradled his being, and filled his own radiance with the meloncholy of grief, a bright and pale white. Forever in mourning, forever faded with the loss of one of their own. He could not bare to see another flicker away. His eyes fell down, shadowed by the gilded veil of his face, crystalline tears a halo to his own hesitation. "I... did not fight in the war." It was not his place, nor, could he bare to feel the fragile life turn cold and hollow so close. "I cannot bare to make that choice; it is not mine to make." He could not weigh the worth of one over the other. Perhaps he was a coward. Perhaps, he was not strong enough. But it would have to be enough.


"Were you there... at the end?"

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#6
He could see his burden dripping like venom onto Aulë, ready to weigh him down in its own way. He watched emotions shift across his face, readable in his eyes. A new sense of shame rattled him. He was growing weaker he thought, too easily he had given a perfect stranger a sense of that constant turmoil that was his mind. Was it simply the strange shift he’d experienced, to have foundered so horribly in his loyalties, something he valued so greatly. The treachery he’d brought onto his family’s name, on his own name. He’d been cast aside, marked for death by them if ever found. A promise made and earned before the rift had scattered them across the earth.

Rhaegar lifted his gaze to watch Aulë’s fall, aware of the pain in his voice as he spoke, hiding the sliver of tears that pressed against his slender cheek. ”I… did not fight in the war. I cannot bare to make that choice; it is not mine to make.” He found himself taking a careful step closer, tucking his wings in tightly, protectively against his much more massive form. His wording made him question his meaning, but in his own way he understood. The choice had not been one of his own either he supposed. He’d been bred for blood and war, raised to fight and kill, with ideologies and beliefs that poisoned his mind for so long. Until he’d truly faced them on the battlefield. He realized he’d never chosen this, never wanted to or had cause to harm them. The pain of their voices would surely linger with him always.


"A blessing, to know your path so well…" He wondered aloud. "What is it that kept you from that place?" Perhaps he held some answer, some meaning to whatever it was that he himself felt. Why he’d done the things he had, and why he had betrayed everything he’d ever known…

”Were you there… at the end?” He did not falter, but found the words like a painful knot in his throat. They clung there, as those too recent and too bloody memories threatened to well up and overtake him. "Aye, I was there... " He tried to keep his tone even, but even he could hear the hollow sound they made, the blood and loss of that day staining his voice. "It was not like anything I’ve ever seen..." The shock of the earth ripping wide beneath them, of their magic being ripped away, of being thrown into all ends of Ourania and waking up alone and limping from a twisted leg and a half-broken wing. He wasn’t sure there were words to describe what he’d felt that day. Looking at Aule now, he felt a strange sense of relief that he had not been there to see it. Something in his aura brought a sense of protection from Rhaegar, as though he had all the light left in the world to protect.


"Speech."

@Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#7

Aulë had seen far too much suffering in those long years of watching. It had been a feeling of hopelessness, and deepest sorrow that the star had nearly succombed to, to see, and be powerless to help. In many more ways, he knew, there was little that he could do; but one more face in the endless turblent sea that was an individual's life. But one... insignificant, and yet, was it not the actions of one voice, one gathering, that had the ability to make deep ripples in a quiet pond? "One must have courage to do what other's would not," he whispered, holding the words as precious, hesitant and wary, but, filled with hope nonetheless. If but one other could see as he did, gaze upon the world and know all its wonders, then surely, it would be a better place.


For all that was needed for contentment Ourania already existed. To reach the edge of their lands, only to look out upon the sea and wish for more, to take risks for the goals of more, always more. Aulë never believed himself to be hindering his own growth, choosing to find his niche here, in this land, amongst these creatures. There had been countless, urnumerable worlds, caught in the grasp of space, spiralling off into the void with no destination, mysterious and unique as the divine entities who chose to conceive them. He had witnessed the birth of a new world, watched as the composer strung together the infinte combinations and binds, making something huge and whole, with so many moving parts it had left him with only a lingering sense of awe. Some worlds, were far more impressive then this one, far more advanced, the very planet shining as a beacon in the deep. Yet, he remained here, tied to this specific place, to this specific story. "Maybe... I am a coward. But, I know that each one of those creatures on that battlefield, were precious, if not to me, then to to someone else. And I know there would be so many, who would not make it home."


Shaking his head, eyes of serene passion looked to him, having to see... if he understood. If anyone else thought the same way. "There are so many instances in our lives where we do not have a choice, where we have to make the choice, of who will live, and who will die. But this war... that place, it did not need to be that way." War was ugly, a vile beast that took away all that was good and kind in the hearts of those who bore its burden. It was a poison that had ruined so many. Those who passed were perhaps the luckiest, for they did not have to endure the crushing responsiblity, the blinding, cruel memories that kept the midn awake at night, and plagued the victim with questions of what if and why. Always why. Rhaegar had fallen quiet, until, he whispered his deepest sorrow. Aulë's senses turned to him, breathing in his aching scent, feeling the chaotic, hurting pulse of his heart, and seeing that haunting look. He wanted to draw closer, to give the man the faith, the solace he had clearly not been given, had not afforded himself before now. But... he was but a stranger.


"Fear and anger... bring out the worst in us." One day, he would go there, stand at that sacred place, hallowed by the blood that ran was rain upon its soils.

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#8
”One must have courage to do what others would not.” His words struck him at his core. He nodded his head slightly in agreement, eyes lowering with his shame. He’d held no such courage that day he had marched out onto that field. He’d stood at his pack’s side, watching their eager faces, twisted and marred with their bloodlust. He’d felt no such desire that day though. Something had felt wrong, even before he’d ever spilled another’s blood, something had felt wrong. There had felt like no cause in this battle, there was no reason to fight. It was hate that drove them to that battlefield, and he’d allowed himself to be a part of it. He’d bloodied himself, shattering pieces of his soul, as he fought for a cause he could not believe in. "You’re right... I was not so strong that day." Despite himself, he felt a sense of relief saying the words aloud. He’d hardly spoken in the year since that battle, let alone allowed himself to fully process what had happened, what he felt…

” Maybe... I am a coward. But, I know that each one of those creatures on that battlefield, were precious, if not to me, then to to someone else. And I know there would be so many, who would not make it home. There are so many instances in our lives where we do not have a choice, where we have to make the choice, of who will live, and who will die. But this war... that place, it did not need to be that way. Fear and anger… bring out the worst in us.” Rhaegar took a shaking breath, struggling to pull air into his lungs. "You’re right..." he said again, struggling against the fire he felt burning his throat. "That day I... I knew something was off. Nothing felt right, I felt no cause to fight… It is all I’ve known, all I was taught…" He lowered his gaze one more, fighting back the pain. "There was so much death, so much hate... I couldn’t understand it, I still don’t… There was no reason for any to die that day." His eyes burned, his vision beginning to swim as he struggled to fight back tears.

Rhaegar felt the pressing weight of that day, so many suppressed memories and emotions he’d not allowed himself to truly feel. The pressure in his chest felt both crushing and explosive, as though there was not enough space to contain what he was feeling. He forced his gaze back up once more, onto this strange ethereal creature, holding back his tears as best as he could. "Is there redemption once you’ve crossed such a line? " He truly did not know, but he hoped there was some way he could earn it back, to atone for what he’d done.


"Speech."

@Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#9

To live in regret was a disease, it slowly broke away one's strength, until all that was left was a shell of the former, radiant individual that had thrived so brightly, burned so beautifully. Doubts plagued the mind, and made the heart so wary. Aulë had seen many of the children fade in such a way, unable to bear their suffering, this demon. Rhaegar, was hurting, each word falling like a weight in a deep and lonesome pool. There was no comfort of the moon overhead, for in some way he had believed himself foresaken, lost without any hope of saving. It was a comet, clear and bright, its tail a seam of endless hues, lost in the distant darkness, without anything near, no comfort in the silence. He had secluded himself for he believed himself beyond saving.


It whispered clarity with each word, Aulë's eyes sympathetic, yet, he did not try and lessen its sharp truth. Lives had been lost meaninglessly that day, so many. The ground was marked with a hundred hundred graves, no marker to say who had fallen there. Who's bones were buried in a shallow bed, unattended and frightened in their final moments. He knew, from that hollow, agonized look, Rhaegar had killed on that field, had probably killed other's in the scrimmages that had passed one after another, but, he did not fear him, or hate him for it. It was not his place to judge him, to condeme him as a monster, for his penance was in the very injuries he gave himself. They weren't visible to the eye, no blood soaked his fur from the fatal end, given by some lord or king who bestowed justice on a criminal. He was angry with himself, he loathed himself in a way that would slowly ruin everything he was, cast everything good and bad in his heart until nothing remained. He had seen great creatures rise and fall as a young sun, burning themself into extinction by unsurrmountable expectation. 


"I do not know." It was perhaps not what he wanted to hear, but, perhaps it was. There was no easy forgiveness, and some mistakes could not be wiped clean.  "I do know, your pain will always be with you. You will look back on that battle, and every life you have ended and question why, and those images will haunt you. And they should. But... to be redeemed, we must carry those burdens. We must try to be better, because if we do, maybe one day no one else will have to die a meaningless death." He drew closer, a star caught in orbit, circling upon some force greater then himself. Rhaegar was not a sun, he was not a planet caught in the embrace of the guardian light. He was, the darkness at the edge of the nebula, silent and heavy and holding all the possibilities of future. His emotion was real and all-consuming, tears welling up even as he kept most at bay. He was real. Aulë touched the waters softly, a ripple in the pond, before he shifted closer, stars and light and cosmic dust spiralling in cascades amongst his feet. He hesitated, for a moment, lilac soothed to silver in the moonlight, gentle and wise.


"And maybe one day, when you have saved more lives then you have taken, you will be at peace with yourself."

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#10
”I do not know. I do know, your pain will always be with you. You will look back on that battle, and every every life you have ended and question why, and those images will haunt you. And they should. But... to be redeemed, we must carry those burdens. We must try to be better, because if we do, maybe one day no one else will have to die a meaningless death.” It was not the answer he wanted, but more what he needed. Rhaegar knew there could be no true forgiveness for his part in the war. What he had done, the lines he’d crossed, those could not be taken away or crossed back over. Aule was right. The images of that day would stay with him, and had. They haunted his dreams and filled his mind when he was awake. There would never be a true escape from them.

He watched the ripples travel across the surface of the water, not close enough to touch him yet, he’d been cautious to avoid it. Its surface reflected the beauty and stardust, seeming to glow from within as light drew closer. He lifted his gaze slightly, watching Aule take a few hesitant steps in his directon. Rhaegar made no move, no matter how drawn he felt, he was always uncertain and cautious, but he could not help but trust him. ”And maybe one day, when you have saved more lives then you have taken, you will be at peace with yourself.” Rhaegar paused a moment, letting the idea settle into his mind. For a moment he allowed doubt to cloud his mind, what could he do? But he’d always been a skilled warrior. He’d allowed others to use him, never making his own mind or allowing himself choice. That could change now.

Lifting his gaze to meet Aule’s once more, he nodded slightly. "Maybe...” He allowed a slight sorrow filled smile to touch his lips, but light was held there too. It was not true peace, not yet, but at least he had found what he felt was a step in the right direction. ”I will serve as a guardian and protector from now on," he vowed, lifting his head a little more proudly. ”I thank you for this…” He shrugged slightly, uncertain even on how to word what he’d given to him. ”This path to follow…”




"Speech."

@Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#11

All the Eldar had evered wanted, was to help this world, live in it as one of the countless creatures to call it home, and know what it was like to belong. A star from the cosmos, a child of the divine breath, so close to the brush, its gossamer hairs gliding wistfully across the horizon, designed by those who seen the world as whole, and not merely many pieces. Aulë, had never know God, had never known the words of wisdom that would cleanse Ourania of all its pain, yet, he had seen all that they were from eyes that the cardinals of their haven. A light, a peaceful orb that bestwoed upon the darkness something far grander then one of the guardians ever could. Gazing into the pool of watching, it was not the sights that had truly enraptured him, brought his soul to its knees, and for tears to weep in passion and joy. It was the sounds. The harmony, a symphony with so many tones, and yet, somehow, it all came together into something that was seamless and whole. There were those, who fell from the music, some who's notes were sharp and staggering in their discord, but somehow, they were always drawn home. 


He hoped that Rhaegar found his way, sought his redemption. The wolf who bore the light of a meteor from deep space, he sought his peace with the acceptance of other's, the forgiveness of those he had fought and killed, and those who had been left behind when the ash had settled and the sun had fallen from its blight eclipse. Yet, it was within himself, that the man needed seek that balm, accept what had occured and know, it would heal, if time, resolve, and acceptance was allowed to burn in his heart. He did not say this, he did not give the answers, for to truly walk the path he wished to take, Rhaegar would have to make that choice alone.


Yet, Aulë wished to help him in some way, for there was something about this damaged, radiant man, who left him breathless, his eyes following each little movement, each expression. There was something profound in the vulnerability of one who was strong, letting a stranger into a hidden part of his heart, revealing a black, raw wound. He wanted... to walk alongside him, see where his path took, and see what he could capable of becoming. Some many had given up, surrendered and fallen into hopelessness, but, as those molten eyes, alight with something new, and alive, and real, Aulë believed, he would not fail. He would shine, if not in blinding awe, then in the humble, warm embrace of one who had fallen low, and had risen anew. "All you have to do is start walking. You may not know which way to go, or where you will end up, but you will find yourself if you just look." Elegant strides took him closer, a star embraced by the atmosphere, unshakeable and irrefutible, yet, Aulë went willingly. He stepped out of the pool, his fur shining in lunar dust, beads of water hanging as jewels amongst the deep satin of sky, and sat down. "Do not thank me Rhaegar. It is by your strength that you will begin your journey, and by your own heart you choose hope over despair. My only desire is, that I may get a chance to glimpse your path as it unfolds." A Warden, who had courage and the strength to make a change.

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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#12
Rhaegar lifted his head a little more, watching him move closer in a wave of starlight, near silent as he stepped from the surface of the water onto the dry stones. He was so close he could see the glow of his fire like runes cast down into the depths of Aule’s eyes. It contrasted sharply against the soft hues of wine and sapphire. He could feel the warmth of embers in his mouth, and he breathed a soft sigh to release them, watching as they swirled slowly in circling patterns to dance with the stardust that gathered at Aule’s feet. The brush of the wind pulled at the veil of smoke around him, the gold of his glittering scales reflected in the pool. He felt a strange new tension shiver through his body. Who was he, he suddenly thought, molten gaze locking firmly onto the others with some new sense of determination. His soul had been a broken gaping chasm, trapping him inside, listening to death’s call far below. He’d found some small sense of light though, here hidden in this moonlight tunnel, from some ethereal creature. It was leading him someplace he hadn’t been able to find on his own.


”All you have to do is start walking. You may not know which way to go, or where you will end up, but you will find yourself if you just look. Do not thank me Rhaegar. It is by your strength that you will begin your journey, and by your own heart you choose hope over despair. My only desire is, that I may get a chance to glimpse your path as it unfolds.” A strange unfamiliar warmth bloomed in his chest, chasing away a long born cold he hadn’t realized had been a part of him for so long. It was a strange feeling, one he wasn’t completely familiar with. "Where do you come from?" It was an abrupt switch he realized, but he found himself overly curious about this stranger. He’d been willing to share so much of his darkness, something he had no memory of doing with anyone save maybe his aunt when he was very young. But it had come so easily to share it with him. It was strange he thought, how at ease he felt even as he drew closer. "How are you so concerned with the safety and care of others?" He meant no harm in his question, it was true curiosity in his voice. Aule seemed a divinity of peace, his very presence soothing that old ache in his chest. Rhaegar had known nothing but turmoil for so long, he found the thought of leaving this solitude difficult to imagine. The thought alone scared him.


"Speech."

@Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#13

It was bittersweet, an illusion of the sesnses, so astoundingly divided the children of Ourania were from true, unquestioned kindness. To offer everything, and expect nothing in return, it was an impossible task, a daring vulnerability none were willing to afford, and having experienced the pain in the war, the pain that remained like a crushing shadow that stole away their sight and hope, Aulë could understand why. These ineffable beings, so wise, yet, so very young and uncertain, did not know any other way but conflict, forceful conquest, and desire. There was an emptiness in so many, a hollow ache in their breast that made breathing a chore, yet, none knew how to fill the void, to answer those questions. They remembered only blood, torment, and the temporary reprieve offered when there was no one else left to challenge them. Did they not know, how incredibly wonderful change could be when a moment was given, when a question was asked, and answers came from void as a shining spark, enough to light a small flame. 


Aulë was saddened by their lose, but, he remained hopeful for their future. If one, only one, could wish for something more, there was the potential for them. He yearned for that future, yearned to see a time when wolves such as Rhaegar did not need to be ashamed of who they had been, and know only where they were heading, could live without the heavy burden of difficult decisions, but, know how to bear the pain. Life, was a constant struggle, there would always be suffering, but, there need not be needless suffering. He would put himself fully into this dream, one he gave willingly, and asked for nothing in return. He would like... to see Rhaegarn at peace with his demons, at peace with himself. Perhaps a day would come, where his shoulders would not slouch at this unsurrmountable weight. Perhaps a time would come, where he would be offered affection and help, without wondering why.


He smiled, his head tilting back, bearing a crown of stars amongst his fur, lilac eyes seeing and glowing beneath the glimpses of the sky overhead. "I come from the stars; a place far away." Then, hesitantly, his words falling as a cool stream over round stones, Aulë looked to him. "It was a place where you need not know hunger or war or lonliness. But, I always found myself looking down, watching, and wanting nothing more then to experience what it was like to live here." Oh, how he had yearned for it, how he had found joy in the quiet aeons since his falling. A star, always guided by the sway of the horizon, the Eldar had wandered the lands and had seen many things and met many individuals. It was a beautiful life.


The next question had him tilting his chin, pressed into the silken tresses at his chest, only to continue. There was no doubt in the words that followed, no pause, a softest of laughter as if it should just be a known fact. "Because everyone deserves to be cared for." You deserve it too. It went unsaid, but in some ways, it was enough. Aulë stood, his eyes flitting across the water, before looking to this man, a shroud of smoke casting ghosts across his glittering scales, each polished as gold, bright with the inner fire that made his breath warm upon his face. "It might be hopeless, but, I would like to help, where i can." Meeting those eyes, lined by the old runes from a time long fading away, Aulë felt at peace in a long while. He could perhaps not ignore, but, push the punishing reality of their world to the side. "I think you might feel the same way." His guilt whispered of something that believed in the worth of another.


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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#14
” I come from the stars; a place far away.” Rhaegar did not expect the answer that Aule gave. The stars? He could feel the momentary slip of his face into awe, wonder, and confusion. He’d heard many tales and fables in his life, but nothing quite like this. How old was he? What had he seen and been a part of that had been only bedtime stories to him? ” It was a place where you need not know hunger or war or lonliness. But, I always found myself looking down, watching, and wanting nothing more then to experience what it was like to live here.” Rhaegar couldn’t help but daydream of a place such as that. A place that did not know the meaning of war, of its cost or lasting effects. His earliest memories were being trained to fight, to be ready for the day he’d be needed to serve a cause greater than he. Raised to hate, to destroy, he’d never known anything else.

He let his gaze linger a long time on Aule’s before he finally spoke again. "Do you miss it, your place among the stars?” He almost wished he could see it, what the world looked like surrounded in the soft light of the other stars, to be near to the moon. He’d flown for great distances and knew the beauty of seeing the land from some distance, but not like the stars had been. No matter how high he’d flown, they’d never appeared to be any closer. Still, to know such peace and serenity and then to fall willingly into this turmoil… "This place must be painful compared to where you have come from?" A million other questions twisted around in his mind, but he held his tongue for now.

"Because everyone deserves to be cared for." When Aule spoke again it was direct, as if there could be no other reason as to why he was so concerned and light, as if it held the tones of a laugh. "It might be hopeless, but, I would like to help, where I can. I think you might feel the same way." Rhaegar dipped his gaze briefly, watching the ripples of water as they reflected his own golden light. "Truthfully, I’d never thought of how I felt about all of… this… before the war…" He rolled his shoulders slightly, a bit of a shrug, gesturing to the immensity of what had already transpired. The war, the rift, the loss of the world’s magic… In some ways he felt foolish. How had he gone so long without doing just that? Thinking about how he felt, what taking another’s life meant to his soul, why he was taking it in the first place. It all felt painfully naïve.

He realized he probably had been doing just that in his own way only just recently. The feelings of guilt that had kept him from finding anyone for nearly a year, repressing anything that tried to come to the surface and instead facing it in nightmares. It was only now, speaking some of this aloud, listening to Aule speak… he could feel the small shift of those broken edges beginning to knit back together where he never thought they could be again. He lifted his gaze once more, meeting that glowing fallen star with his own burning sun. A small shy smile touched his lips when he spoke again, "I think that I do too... I was not raised to feel this way, to act this way but I… I can’t help but remember those lost that day and how wasteful it was, what I have done…" He tried to steady his gaze, held back his pain and tears, tried to force strength back into his voice. "I’d like to help too… in whatever small way I can." He didn’t want to leave him and the small glimmer of hope he’d found in him.


"Speech."

@Aulë




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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#15

His heart warmed, fluttering with a deep pleasure and joy from a time long ago. Those memories had faded, as all memories do, made precious in their halo of golden light, figments of his emotions painting the scape into something that was beyond the harsh strokes of reality. His time in the sky had been one without anguish. There had been no dark moments in those times, a true eden made bountiful in the garden of the divines embrace. There, where only the light of creation remained, crackled in the giving darkness that so many feared, and yet, so few understood its deepest love. And yet... how empty he had felt, how deep his sorrow as he had remained outside of the unfurling beauty that existed just beyond his grasp. "I do, sometimes." And it was true, for all the pain he had suffered, it was his home. It was where he was crafted, shaped in light and warmth and hung among a thousand thousand siblings. But... "It is painful, to watch the world suffer so, to see its children die, to see its children harm that which has been designed for them freely, with the sole purpose of giving them a chance to prosper." Here, in this secret hollow, the heavens peeking through the embracing earth, Aulë let a fond smile grow, shy and small, hidden away in the darkness and quiet intimacy of this meeting. 


"But it is our suffering that we truly come to understand what is important. We come to revere life, when we see it taken away so easily. We find joy in our kin and our passions and talents when the burden and weight of war and fear releases its hold just a little. Songs sound clear and bright and beautiful to us after we have been trapped in the silence." It was from their pain that their love and joy came through all the more clearly. Suffering was neccessary, yet, he wished they did not need to endure it. Looking to Rhaegar, he watched as something young and fragile come to life beneath the stifling hold he had upon himself. It was difficult to change, it was difficult to become something else, something that wasn't what was premitted of him for so long. It filled his heart with joy to see a lightness within him, a spark that had been smothered in ash. How defeated he had been, when Aulë first set his eyes upon him, and while the hurt, the guilt, the anger would linger, it gave him such great happiness to see the man make room for more then just his hurts.


"Perhaps then... we could help together." Aulë did not want to leave this broke, yet, so strong of a man. To see hope within him, was to see hope for a future he yearned deeply. His presence was soothing, dulling the lonliness he had always held within himself, to uncertain of how to interact with this world that had become his own, and in many ways was home now. "If you would accept my company for a time?"


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Canine 9999yo Genderfluid, Tall & Bulky Native 23 posts 0 Honor 99,395 ☪ Staff
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Canine 7yo Male, Tall & Bulky Native 13 posts 0 Honor 120 ☪ Tempest
#17
Rhaegar listened with rapt attention, to what Aule had to say. They were words he’d felt, somewhere deep within, but had never been able to properly articulate or form on his own. They’d been more a feeling, something he’d ben struggling to decipher and understand completely. To hear Aule speak aloud though, he began to understand. He’d been waging a war within himself, drowning on what he was told to be and who he wanted to be. Longing to break to the surface, to escape it and to breath on his own once more. He felt so much closer to that glass like surface, more than he’d ever felt before. The press of weight and water slowly receding. That molten gaze never faltered as he stared down into those glowing violet eyes, "Thank you Aule… for what you’ve shown me, taught me." He shook his head slightly, struggling slightly on how to formulate what he even wanted to convey. Words had never been his strength, but he wanted to try, owed it to him to try.

"I’ve lived many years doing what I’ve been told, what I believed I was born and raised to do but I can see now, it seems, so much more clearly than I have ever before. I’ve felt… so lost this past year since the rift opened, but I finally feel like I’m starting to find some way free, some new path…" He shrugged slightly, bowing his gaze and his head a moment, hiding the rush of emotion he couldn’t’ seem to suppress. It was not like him to share so much with anyone, let alone a complete stranger. Aule hardly felt like a stranger though now. No, Rhaegar felt a powerful pull to him, to his peace and his wisdom, the light in an endless agonizing darkness he’d been so lost within.

When Aule spoke again, Rhaegar met his gaze, struggling to suppress an almost shy smile. He nodded his head in agreement, "I would be happy to travel together." Heat bloomed through his body, a peace and a joy he’d not known in some time. A strange new energy was taking root within him. He felt a new sense of purpose settling within him. Eager to act, eager to be of use.

Another sense of energy drew his attention, a shimmer that was not part of the celestial being before him. From the surface of that calm water he watched as small glowing orbs rose from the surface, spinning slowly around one another, lost in a whimsical and ancient dance. He could almost hear voices he thought, soft whisperings in an ancient tongue he could not understand. They split suddenly, one coming to face him. He could feel the warmth of it as it pressed to the center of his forehead, within that crescent marking. Light seemed to fill him suddenly, blinding out his senses until all he saw and felt was white. A sense of the old magic he’d once held returned. He gasped at the sensation, both confused and mesmerized.

Just as quick as it had started that inner light faded, and he was left looking back at Aule once more. He could only take it to mean in some small way he had begun his correct path, a gift from the old gods that he was becoming who he was meant to be.



"Speech."

@Aulë




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Power Name: Illusion
Slot: Tertiary
Description: The user can create and manipulate illusions to alter what their intended target can see, hear, touch, taste, smell, or feel. These illusions are false, and only alter temporarily what the target believes to be reality.
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Canine 9999yo Genderfluid, Tall & Bulky Native 23 posts 0 Honor 99,395 ☪ Staff
#18
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@Rhaegar , your magic application for 'ILLUSION' has been approved! Friendly reminder that magics that directly affect a character other than your own must still abide by all powerplaying rules. You may now select an icon from the Icon Selection and add it to your character profile. Please also make sure your new magic description is listed under the 'Aura Magic' section of the profiles.
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Canine 875yo Male, Short & Thin Immigrant 46 posts 0 Honor 98 ☪ Scamander
#19

Thank you. It had such a simple meaning, and yet, it bore a weight that made his heart shiver in his chest, and his gaze turn to the warmth of eyes that had seen so much in such a short amount of time. Rhaegar was younger then him, in not only the body, but in the spirit, just learning to find his way, to unearth that strength within that would guide him along a path he was meant to walk. And yet, in that moment, Aulë felt as if he was the one who had yet to truly see. To stand upon this place, and look high, a silhouette cast by a light that stole his vision from, tears welling from deep within the lilac glow of his gaze. Something within him whispered that this was just the beginning, a new story to tell, a legend in the making. "I think Rhaegar... you have always known, you just needed to see it for yourself." To be ready to make that step.


He smiled than, a modest show of the pleasure that grew, hearing that he wouldn't need to be alone anymore. Perhaps it was that part of him that had kept the star at bay for so long, that fear that he wouldn't be accepted, that he would always be the outsider. Yet, he spoke of bravery, of taking the path that would bring about change, of the true essence of life and creation, the joy of seeing something come from their own hands. Perhaps his first step would be taken here, with this man. "As would I." Very much. 


Ourania whispered to them again, an exhale of light and magic that sung a melody as old as the world had thrived. They had only known of aura magic for a tiny passing of time, but, it had always been there, a halo of radiance that had drawn his attention all those millenia ago. Rising from the waters, the sacred strings of the Song building bright and clear, Aulë looked away from Rhaegar, stepping into the water to greet it. It felt warm and bright, and the Eldar sighed, his eyes closing to embrace the sensation as it seemed to seep in from his toes, rising up into his belly, before making his breath light and boyant. At his feet, the water pooled in the mirror of the stars above. Oh... he remembered this feeling...


His eyes held the universe in their grasp, as he slowly awoke from its grasp, the sensation of other fading with the passing of a cloud before the moon. Looking back to his companion, he smiled, sweet and warm, before stepping closer to him. "Let us be on our way. The sky is bright and clear, a perfect night to set off on a journey." Anyways would be find. Perhaps, they may find out what Ourania wished to share with them.


-Exit-

OC: @Rhaegar

Power Name: Elysian
Slot: Tertiary
Description: A mirror of the celestial plane, Aulë embues the essence of the secrets of the heavens, that place where stars lay to rest and never die. Water is his vessel, ponds, streams, lakes, pools of clarity that reflect the light above, and give a doorway to eternal fountain of life. They ellude to healing, mending body, mind, and spirit, offering those who are embraced a moment of true contentment. At first, this ability to tethered to smaller bodies of water, and minor, superficial wounds. It is only as time progresses, and the blessing of the nightly canvas, that he is capable of true wonders.
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