Owner Name:
Sarill
Name:
Whisper
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Whisper is a dangerous rune. There is no doubt about that, so do not get on her bad side. She has a very dry sense of humour, and is willing to make jokes at the expense of others. These jokes and pranks are often performed with her magic, which she uses daily. She comes and goes silently, giving her the name Whisper. Not a whisper can be heard when she appears, or when she leaves. Whisper is not one to be trifled with, and has a mean streak in her. If you cross her, it is suggested that you stay about ten miles away from her, if not farther. If you can prove your worth to her, Whisper can be a valuable friend. She is difficult to impress, and even harder to placate if you anger her. If you mess with her, stay away. If you mess with one of the few people or runes that she loves, stay far, far away and don’t plan on coming back any time within the next century.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
I have always been fascinated with magic. This rune mirrors that interest, and in a fascinating way. She is beautiful to look at, and I absolutely love her wispy wings and tail. Her dark blue body reminds me of the night sky, while her fur, wings and tail are like swirling nebulas. I do not have a rune that it ‘dangerous’ and I feel that it would be incredibly fun to get to know a rune who is not run of the mill good. Lila is calm and serene, Deo is hyper and enthusiastic and I think that a cold and dangerous rune will add well to the mix, creating a powerful dynamic in my rune family.
Where will you keep him/her:
My sig, stories, art, everywhere!
Would you like to breed him/her in the future:
Yes
Any Quirks:
Whisper has an odd fascination towards hats. Her hat is a work of beauty, and she takes meticulous care of it, careful not to damage it in any way. If something does happen to the floppy witches’ hat, well, you better be ready with a thread and needle to fix it up. After all, that’s what humans are good for, right? Her hat has accumulated power over time form all of the magical workings that it is in proximity to. If you touch it without her permission, you will get zapped. Badly. And she will probably laugh, loudly. Whisper also has a fascination with scented candles. She is particular about the scents that she likes, but if she likes them, than the stronger the better. Her favourites are vanilla and sandalwood. Woe upon you if you light them both at the same time, however. The smells do not mix well, and she will inform you of that fact loudly and vigorously.
Other:
Fall was in full swing the day I first saw Whisper. I sat in a small clearing. There was a crisp feel to the air, and the leaves of the forest around me were so bright that it looked like the trees had gone up in flames. A picnic blanket was spread on the ground, and the remains of a picnic were pushed to the side, near the basket that we had brought it in. Deo, my fez rune, was sprawled out in a ray of sun that was peeking out from the leafy canopy. Lila, my ribbon rune, was investigating a flower on the edge of the blanket. I sprawled out in the middle, throwing my arms and legs wide as I fell back. I looked up into the clear blue sky when I saw a flash of dark blue against the sky.
I sat straight up, starling my rune companions.
“What was that?” I asked. I saw a flash of midnight blue, and swirls of a misty grey before the creature darted back out of sight. “Was that a rune?”
Deo hopped up with a shrug of his shoulders, as if to say “I don’t know.” Lila just climbed onto my lap and sat there, purring. I sighed, and kept my eye out for the strange creature.
…
I walked back to my cottage, picnic basket slung over my arm and my eyes peeled for the mysterious creature. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew that if the creature was a rune they could easily have hid.
I sat down, trying to recall what I had seen. A flash of midnight blue, I was certain of it. And silvery wings, shrouded in mist, with bright points of color among the essence. I caught a glimpse of something black as well, as solid, matt color. It grew dark as I tried to piece together what I had seen.
When I finally had something that resembled a clear picture in my mind, it was very, very late. I brushed aside my sketches that I had made, trying to depict what the rune might look like. I stood up, slightly wobbly from my time sitting down.
Stumbling over to the door I opened it, letting the cool air bring me back to my senses. I peered out into the dim night and let out a sharp gasp. Right in front of me, staring me in the eyes was the rune that I had glimpsed. The rune didn’t say anything, just sat perched on an outstretched branch.
“Hello,” I said softly, holding out my hand. “My name is Alya, and- Ow!” I snatched my hand back, cradling it to my chest. “You just bit me!”
She cocked her head to the side, as if to say, “How?” The entire time, she had remained a foot away from me, and I didn’t see how she could have bit me. But the pain was testament to the fact that she did something, at least.
“I know that you did something,” I said, glaring at her. “But what?”
The rune made a disdainful sound and flew off, vanishing into the darkness. Grumbling, I went back inside. My hand wasn’t marred by any sort of bite marks, and I let the possibilities turn in my mind as I went to sleep.
…
I woke up the next morning to a tingling feeling in my hand. I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms over my head. I shook my hand as I brought it back down, trying to shake the sleep out of it. I looked down at my hand and a gasp escaped my lips.
There was a purple line on my hand that had not been there before. It stretched across the back of my hand, starting at the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, continuing to my wrist. I lightly ran my finger over it, shivering as the tingling feeling intensified. I thought back to last night. My memory was clouded by exhaustion, but I remembered the rune. She had bit me, but without touching me. I wry smile crept onto my face. I really was sleep deprived, I thought to myself. I know that runes have magic. She must have used some on me.
I got up and my day went as usual. Nothing changed with my hand, although I constantly glanced down to check on it.
That night, as evening fell and the air grew cool, I went outside to wait. For what, and why, I wasn’t quite sure. I hoped that the rune would come around again, but I saw no reason why she would. My runes were firmly told to stay inside, and I left them sleeping as I came out. I sat on the earth, my back resting up against my cottage. Darkness fell, and still I waited.
…
I had almost dozed off when I was rewarded for my patience. I caught a glimpse of mist-like wings and bolted upright, wide awake.
“Is that you?” I asked the night. “Why are you here?”
As a response the rune materialized from the darkness again, silent in her movements. As she gazed at me I felt a tickling sensation in my mind, like nothing that I had ever experienced.
“Wha-” I began before I felt a sensation in my mind, clear as day.
“You are mine,” the sensation said. It was all feeling and no words, but I understood it all the same. “You are mine.”
I looked in confusion at the rune sitting before me. “Was that you?” I asked in confusion.
“You are mine,” was the only response.
“Why do you want me?” I asked.
I saw a vague image of myself, waiting outside my cottage simply for a glimpse of the rune. I was surprised by the burst of affection that came with the mental picture. Then there was another memory, this one of me scamming the forest for her. A few more images were shown, along with the corresponding burst of affection. Finally, I was a picture of my hand, the purple line marking me.
“What did you do that for, anyway?” I asked, brandishing my hand. I noticed that the line glowed as I approached the rune, and any contact with the marking sent a tingling sensation up my arm.
The not-words of before were repeated. “You are mine.”
“So you were marking me as yours?”
She nodded her head. I looked over the rune once more. Well, I thought to myself, if such a majestic creature chooses me, I can’t say no, can I?
“Would you like to come inside?” I asked her. In response she glided over to me, swooping through the door as I opened it. I barely heard a whisper of sound as she landed softly on the table. That gave me an idea, and as soon as I shut the door behind me I asked, “Can I call you Whisper?”
She nodded her head. Deo and Lila awoke with a grumble at the sound of my voice, and I turned to face them. “Lila, Deo, this is Whisper. Whisper, this is Deo and Lila. She’s family now, so be nice.”
Deo just stared at her with wide eyes as Lila went to greet her. The two females seemed to reach an understanding as Deo came over. The fez rune nudged her hat, only to receive a hiss in response. He shook his head, as if he had received a jolt. The tow runes stared at each other, seeming to communicate silently. Deo broke the stare and rubbed up against Whisper’s fuzzy belly. They seemed to have come to an agreement that was similar to, “I won’t touch your hat if you won’t touch mine.”
I let out a huge yawn. “It’s time to go to sleep,” I mumbled, my eyes half closed. All of the excitement of meeting Whisper had worn off at once, leaving me craving sleep. “Come on, everyone.”
My group of runes climbed into my bed with me, and I shut my eyes, worn out from the long day. Within seconds I was asleep, happy and warm with my runes resting up against me.
