North of the Seringale city lies the beloved mountain tops. Two small
blue eggs lay within the nest, slightly twitching. Peck, Peck. Small
breaks in the eggs revealed two very different hatched avians, one of beauty
and grand health and the other a pile of hair and bones. Cooing soon
erupted from the healthy one, followed by worms for nutrition. Not just any
worms, the healthy one
was to be fed the fresh worms, while the pile of bones avian was fed the
regurgitated remains of the last of dawns picking. The two became known as
Ethie and Ulsa, brother and sister bird. Weeks passed as Ethie took flight
from the nest, leaving behind poor Ulsa to fend for herself with no parents
left to tend to the home of straw and
twigs. With what strength she received of the left
over worms, she built the courage to take flight. Plump! Straight from the
nest she fell, a torn wing still barely attached. Surely her wings had the
time to mature, but that was not the case. She picked herself up and walked
down the mountainside in search of others of her kind. There were none
to be found, except for bleeding vultures devouring left over corpses. She
scurried on down the mountainside and into the plains where she came across
the nearest town. Loud noises, the plucking of instruments, the faint
sounds of footsteps all filled the city. It was too much for
her, too much for such a young age. She carried on
west into another city. She came into what is
known as Valour, city of angels. She was taken into the arms of a young
Knight who
had sworn protection over all entering the well- known city. She was fed
more than enough, more than mother ever allowed her, more than brother
Ethie had ever been allowed, and afterall it was
fresh, no leftovers. She became a beloved friend
of the Knights, a beloved citizen of all of Valour. She knew in her mind
she was like them, A knight of Valour. She soon faced a startling truth,
even those of the Light untouched by the grace of Valour would not keep her
at ease and at safety against their wrath. She held her head high, in
search of another truth. She remembered
that first town, the town known as Seringale.
Description:
Fluttery of the wings arouse tiny vibrant orange hairs coating her frame.
Two slanted orbs shadowed by black lashes are planted on each side of her
ellipse-shaped head. An ivory coloured bill cracked with age extends from
her face. A pair of hallowed holes rest just above an elongated neck
connecting to a petite body. Brightly painted feathers surround a barely
visible breast lacking any form of protection.
I sure had a load of fun on this character. Cyprian, we had a great deal of interactions- loved every minute of it. Was great causing chaos within Knights. Thanks for playing along, Vevier and Vanisse.
Cyprian 0 , 0 , 0 . The thought is mutual. As well, some of Cyprian's best opportunities to act in the capacity of an apostle were with this character.
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