Username: Eternal.
Kiamara's Name: Eleni
Kiamara's Gender: Female
Personality: Eleni is sly and cunning, dwelling alone in her cave, trying to keep the world out from her. She trusts no one and takes no prisoners, her only friends being the snakes that inhabit the cave. She has trained them to attack those who try and approach her, and in turn has become very lonely. Her favorite snake is a young adder named Hermes, who is almost like a best friend to her. Though Eleni's feathers are soaked in blood, and her neck is graced with teeth from unknown sources, she has a soft side which she lets nobody see. She pities those like her, those who are forced to be cold and ruthless, so she tries to protect those who still have a chance, to drive them back to the light.
Story:
Déka...Ennéa...Októ...
You count down in your mind, the Greek words so much more soothing than their English counterparts, the squirrel waiting lazily before you on a low branch.
...Eptá...Éxi...Pénte...
The tiny animal doesn't stand a chance, the undergrowth disguising your pelt. You are invisible.
...Tesserá...Tría...Dyo...
You slide forward slowly, feeling the earth shift beneath your paws, making sure it stays silent beneath you.
...Eńa.
You pull your weight to your back legs and leap, catching it in your jaw, and shaking it a few times to ensure death. Hermes still slithers around your tail as you make your way back to the only life you know.
Your life... It's lonely. Your life is dark stone. Scrawny prey. Days bleakened by northern rain, nights brightened by the glow of a firefly.
The night was young still, the infantile moon reflected by a pool in the cave. Padding over to it, you shock yourself with what you see. Where there once dwelled a well-kept, beautiful girl, there was only you. There was only the new Eleni. You were not who you were.
Ravenous stares.
Frenzied shouts.
Darkness.
Void.
You draw back, your own reflection shooting bullets into your heart. You hadn't looked at yourself in years, for good reason, as you had seen.
You were once young.
Pure.
Clean.
Untouched.
You were the dove with the olive branch in its beak, a beacon of piece to those who wanted it.
But you've changed.
You are now fallen.
Stained.
Manipulative.
Lithe.
Gone is the branch, fallen is the dove, you are now the fox, the creature with the dove locked in its jaws.
The snakes are your only refuge, the only other denizens of this cold stony tomb, they are the only creatures that understand you. The adders are your companions, your guardians, your refuge. The stone is your home, your last resort from a world that pushes out all that are different. Your best friend, however pathetic it may be, is a tiny adder named Hermes, who you've trained to attack those who attack you.
You work up the courage to look back in the reservoir of cool, black water, your claws scraping the stone in front of it nervously. The noise is repeated, but not in an echo. You see a black shape flit in front of the cave entrance. Scraping again and again, the head pokes it's way in cautiously.
You growl and hiss, chasing the stranger away, not out of defense, but pity.
Nobody deserves the life of the fallen.
You'd better give the newcomer a warning, make sure they don't return.
You don't want... No... You can't want a friend.
You reach down with one black claw at the entrance to the cave, and start to carve your message...
Dear reader, no, lover. You are better than the bleak title of 'reader'. Dear lover,
Don't come any closer. Please. You may think you know what awaits. You don't. What lives under your bed fears me. You may think you have been crafted of the dark, needing to take refuge in this place. Well, lover, you may be a demon, but I am a fallen angel, it is I who has no further to fall, so I will protect you.
When I speak, when I keep you away, I am doing what I must.
I protect you from the dark.
You belong with the light.
So do you still wish this upon yourself? Get on your way, lover. You are better than this.
You couldn't sleep that night, you just stared out at the entrance. The moonlight was just beginning to intertwine with the sunlight when the figure returned. You slunk into the shadows and waited for them to read it. You watch from the shadows, fear and concern flowing through your veins. A huff sounded, and they looked up, seeming unfazed. With a flick of your tail, Hermes started towards the invader, the rest of the snakes not far behind.
As the intruder's face flushes with fear, you click your tongue, and the snakes fall back before they could strike.
You do not dare apologize.
You are fierce.
You are swift.
You are deadly.
You are fallen.
You are fallen.
And even though you're hard as the stone you live on, and as cold as the snakes that dwell within, you are proud.
Kiamara's Name: Eleni
Kiamara's Gender: Female
Personality: Eleni is sly and cunning, dwelling alone in her cave, trying to keep the world out from her. She trusts no one and takes no prisoners, her only friends being the snakes that inhabit the cave. She has trained them to attack those who try and approach her, and in turn has become very lonely. Her favorite snake is a young adder named Hermes, who is almost like a best friend to her. Though Eleni's feathers are soaked in blood, and her neck is graced with teeth from unknown sources, she has a soft side which she lets nobody see. She pities those like her, those who are forced to be cold and ruthless, so she tries to protect those who still have a chance, to drive them back to the light.
Story:
Déka...Ennéa...Októ...
You count down in your mind, the Greek words so much more soothing than their English counterparts, the squirrel waiting lazily before you on a low branch.
...Eptá...Éxi...Pénte...
The tiny animal doesn't stand a chance, the undergrowth disguising your pelt. You are invisible.
...Tesserá...Tría...Dyo...
You slide forward slowly, feeling the earth shift beneath your paws, making sure it stays silent beneath you.
...Eńa.
You pull your weight to your back legs and leap, catching it in your jaw, and shaking it a few times to ensure death. Hermes still slithers around your tail as you make your way back to the only life you know.
Your life... It's lonely. Your life is dark stone. Scrawny prey. Days bleakened by northern rain, nights brightened by the glow of a firefly.
The night was young still, the infantile moon reflected by a pool in the cave. Padding over to it, you shock yourself with what you see. Where there once dwelled a well-kept, beautiful girl, there was only you. There was only the new Eleni. You were not who you were.
Ravenous stares.
Frenzied shouts.
Darkness.
Void.
You draw back, your own reflection shooting bullets into your heart. You hadn't looked at yourself in years, for good reason, as you had seen.
You were once young.
Pure.
Clean.
Untouched.
You were the dove with the olive branch in its beak, a beacon of piece to those who wanted it.
But you've changed.
You are now fallen.
Stained.
Manipulative.
Lithe.
Gone is the branch, fallen is the dove, you are now the fox, the creature with the dove locked in its jaws.
The snakes are your only refuge, the only other denizens of this cold stony tomb, they are the only creatures that understand you. The adders are your companions, your guardians, your refuge. The stone is your home, your last resort from a world that pushes out all that are different. Your best friend, however pathetic it may be, is a tiny adder named Hermes, who you've trained to attack those who attack you.
You work up the courage to look back in the reservoir of cool, black water, your claws scraping the stone in front of it nervously. The noise is repeated, but not in an echo. You see a black shape flit in front of the cave entrance. Scraping again and again, the head pokes it's way in cautiously.
You growl and hiss, chasing the stranger away, not out of defense, but pity.
Nobody deserves the life of the fallen.
You'd better give the newcomer a warning, make sure they don't return.
You don't want... No... You can't want a friend.
You reach down with one black claw at the entrance to the cave, and start to carve your message...
Dear reader, no, lover. You are better than the bleak title of 'reader'. Dear lover,
Don't come any closer. Please. You may think you know what awaits. You don't. What lives under your bed fears me. You may think you have been crafted of the dark, needing to take refuge in this place. Well, lover, you may be a demon, but I am a fallen angel, it is I who has no further to fall, so I will protect you.
When I speak, when I keep you away, I am doing what I must.
I protect you from the dark.
You belong with the light.
So do you still wish this upon yourself? Get on your way, lover. You are better than this.
You couldn't sleep that night, you just stared out at the entrance. The moonlight was just beginning to intertwine with the sunlight when the figure returned. You slunk into the shadows and waited for them to read it. You watch from the shadows, fear and concern flowing through your veins. A huff sounded, and they looked up, seeming unfazed. With a flick of your tail, Hermes started towards the invader, the rest of the snakes not far behind.
As the intruder's face flushes with fear, you click your tongue, and the snakes fall back before they could strike.
You do not dare apologize.
You are fierce.
You are swift.
You are deadly.
You are fallen.
You are fallen.
And even though you're hard as the stone you live on, and as cold as the snakes that dwell within, you are proud.
