Username: kanadensis
Name: Arion
10 word personality: A disgraced king bound by love and an eternal curse.
What do they do at the crack of dawn? [500/500]
The bone-chilling shriek echoed through the valley, leaving trees, home, and waking souls shuddering in its wake. For Arion it was his habitual wake up call, something he seemingly never got tired of hearing. He hummed to himself as he prepared a large basket of food and flowers gathered from the garden outside of his home. The small cottage overlooking the valley could only be described as quaint, compared to the life he had once known. But that was in the past, and Arion dreaded to think about anything but the present.
Basket overflowing with gifts and the like, he made his way nimbly up the slope. Arion was both strong and agile for his age, having repeated the same trek every morning without fail for the last decade at least - or had it been more? Only his memory had started failing him, pushed aside by his ever-consuming thoughts of her. Some days were better than others, but there were times he could hardly remember his own name.
After nearly an hour of climbing, low rumbles that sent tremors through the rock signaled to him that he was nearly there. Arion’s heart quickened, putting an extra jump in his step. He would push the large boulder form the mouth of the cave, earning excited squawks from the creature that lay within. The clanking of chains against stone accompanied by soft growls, and finally the sight of the beast emerging from the shadows - its tattered feathered wings, winding serpentine tail, and last of all a rooster’s head with a beak as sharp as a knife’s blade - brought a wave of relief over Arion. He set the basket down, tipping it over unceremoniously to deposit its content onto the floor of the cave. The cockatrice stepped toward the offering to inspect it before pecking at the food.
“How are you my love? I brought your favourite flowers. They were in full bloom this morning.” A genuine smile tugging at his lips - to him, she had been the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on - and even now, it was all that he could see when he gazed upon her.
“Aleida my dear, I have a feeling...that something big will come soon, and we can go back to the way things were.”
The beast stopped and cocked its head to the side, as if pondering his words, then returned to eating.
Name: Arion
10 word personality: A disgraced king bound by love and an eternal curse.
What do they do at the crack of dawn? [500/500]
The bone-chilling shriek echoed through the valley, leaving trees, home, and waking souls shuddering in its wake. For Arion it was his habitual wake up call, something he seemingly never got tired of hearing. He hummed to himself as he prepared a large basket of food and flowers gathered from the garden outside of his home. The small cottage overlooking the valley could only be described as quaint, compared to the life he had once known. But that was in the past, and Arion dreaded to think about anything but the present.
Basket overflowing with gifts and the like, he made his way nimbly up the slope. Arion was both strong and agile for his age, having repeated the same trek every morning without fail for the last decade at least - or had it been more? Only his memory had started failing him, pushed aside by his ever-consuming thoughts of her. Some days were better than others, but there were times he could hardly remember his own name.
After nearly an hour of climbing, low rumbles that sent tremors through the rock signaled to him that he was nearly there. Arion’s heart quickened, putting an extra jump in his step. He would push the large boulder form the mouth of the cave, earning excited squawks from the creature that lay within. The clanking of chains against stone accompanied by soft growls, and finally the sight of the beast emerging from the shadows - its tattered feathered wings, winding serpentine tail, and last of all a rooster’s head with a beak as sharp as a knife’s blade - brought a wave of relief over Arion. He set the basket down, tipping it over unceremoniously to deposit its content onto the floor of the cave. The cockatrice stepped toward the offering to inspect it before pecking at the food.
“How are you my love? I brought your favourite flowers. They were in full bloom this morning.” A genuine smile tugging at his lips - to him, she had been the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on - and even now, it was all that he could see when he gazed upon her.
“Aleida my dear, I have a feeling...that something big will come soon, and we can go back to the way things were.”
The beast stopped and cocked its head to the side, as if pondering his words, then returned to eating.
Arion - the Disgraced. King of the stronghold Dawn’s Light. A proud and strong man, though liable to follow his whims. Married Aleida, a peasant of no name, much to the disapproval of the people. It is said that he sought the help of a witch to make Aleida of true noble blood so that they could be the pride of his family. The poor Aleida, receiving the worst of the spell, was transformed into a horrid cockatrice, which Arion was only partly affected. The pair were banished to the mountains overlooking Dawn’s Light.
