[alphanea]

owner. n/a
name. n/a

variation. boreas
beak. broad point
base. bald
ears. tufted
tail. short tufted
wings. none
extra. curse of the flame.

this one's been in my drafts for months - and for april fools i wanted to do something unique so here's our first cursed anemoi!

to win this cursed anemoi, either detail how their curse effect them (be that their daily life, positive or negative effects) OR how they got to acquire their curse.
can be done in writing, art or any other form that you think answer either question. as always, entries can be light-heareted/humorous (it is april fools after all) or serious and more grounded in nature.


as a bonus, all participants may also enter into a raffle to win a semi-custom anemoi!
just provide an inspiration image/moodboard/song/playlist/palette to participate.


ends on 11th of april extending this for another week, ends on 18th of april - extended with no set end-date until there are at least 5 entries.



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    [b]anemoi name[/b].
    [b]username[/b].
    [b]prompt[/b].
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    [b]raffle inspo[/b]. (optional)

[ylesia]

anemoi name. Balthazar
username. ylesia
prompt.

Don't stare back at them, he thought. That would have started a fight and he didn't want that. Not that day at least.

Since when he had been cursed by that... but this is a long story and a crowded pub is not the place for it. However, Balthazar have had a hard time surviving in any harbour he set foot. Especially in the North, the region where he was born and that he loved the most. That crosses on his body meant that he had been a pirate. Had been. That was the hardest part, not being a pirate anymore. You might think that pirates were some of the most inclusive people you could meet, and that is generally true, but not in Balthazar's family. His family was one of the most famous pirate families of the region and they couldn't accept a cursed carrying their name. It didn't matter the reason why he was cursed or the fact that he didn't deserve it at all. They didn't even try to listen.

He was drinking a delicious fish smoothie in a cool pub and everyone was staring. He couldn't live in peace anymore. Balthazar stood up and broke a couple of chairs with his claws growling at the other customers. A couple of big boreas moved toward him. He stared at them. Balthazar is not a prophet but what he assumed could have happened, well, it happened. He got out of the pub bruised and bleeding. There was a tear in his eye. He turned back for a last time: that pub could be added to the long list of places where he was not welcome.

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raffle inspo. moodboard

[Zentropy]

anemoi name. Vígdís
username. Zentropy
prompt.

It's happened again. Vígdís stands over the sticky, red substance now pooling on the floor. Shards of broken glass lie scattered across the floor and half of a bottle remains in her grasp. The others are all staring, and a few are starting to back out towards the door. The pungent scent of fear fills her beak. Why now of all times? She glances around, maybe there's an easy way out of this...She is joined by the Tavernkeeper, and braces for their rebuke. "Here, take this for the glass. I'll grab a mop for your drink. Cranberry Mead was it?" Vígdís looks gratefully towards the other Anemoi, hoping that they understand she can't help it. Sometimes, things just break around her. It's like a curse, but who would be interested in cursing her?

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raffle inspo. here~

[thefunnyrabbid]

anemoi name. kyrill
username. thefunnyrabbid
prompt.

i remember walking alone, following dancing green lights. similar to the northern lights we see often– almost exactly, yet these were too close to the horizon, and i could sense that they were a finite distance from where i stood. so i began walking, completely captivated... the lights did indeed grow closer as i approached, but at some point i realized they were coming towards me faster than i had been walking. within moments they were rushing at me, moving exponentially quicker, and i could make out eyes, vicious talons hitting the ground as it sprinted, a guttural growl turning into a screech. i spun around to escape but at this point it was futile– it reached me, collided into me with a force similar to that of a terrifying windstorm. it felt as though hundreds of little knives were slashed across my hide, then it was gone. it all happened within a few seconds but the pain remained, and the air was colder now than before. i looked down at myself to see multiple golden lacerations, and what seemed like green fire spreading across my fur. i thrashed frantically to rid myself of the flames but no amount of rolling in the snow or throwing myself at the ground would put them out. i realized i was tearing up in frustration, and my tears were as golden as the cuts in my skin. since that day, my fur is coated in transparent green flames that seem to ebb and grow in tune with my emotions. i have stains on my face from golden tears, and golden scars on my sides. most strangers recoil at the sight of me, but there are kind folk out there still who are unbothered by my appearance. the curse seems to have affected my emotions, or is perhaps triggered by them– when i am angry, or overwhelmingly sad or frightened, i am stronger than normal, the flames burn brighter and taller, i lose the ability to speak outside of an animalistic cry. i've learned to hide it, but since the day i was cursed i have frequent mood swings. it's getting harder by the day, admittedly. it's been... i believe it's been over a year since i received the curse.

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raffle inspo. moodboard, along with days lie dormant by twenty one pilots :)

omg hooow does this not have 5 entries yet they're so cool <3