Username :Tammanae
Pen Number :2
Why I want it :The simplicity of pen 1 called to me, I will be honest, but this guy is just perfect in every way. He has an imposing, stern, rather alienating look at first glance, but the more you look, the gentler and kinder he shows himself to be, demonstrating patience my other Avaydia are definitely not known for.
Creative Definition of Character :Day I
I do not understand this... everything has gone wrong... horribly wrong indeed. Where is everyone? Why does this orange stream bring only death and destruction, producing fires instead of extinguishing them? My lack of knowledge in the world that surrounds me has never been more infuriating than now...The lush, verdant vegetation of Humaeus surrounded the large, young male as he padded softly along the forest floor. Xallen, as his family called him, was a young Avaydia. Adult and at mating age, Xallen had yet to find any female who made him feel at home, his restlessness getting the better of him from time to time ever since he was a chirpling. While he still lived with his mother and father, he had always shown an adventurous streak, making the young chirpling unable to sit still for too long and often venturing further from their den than was comfortable for either parent as soon as he could walk and talk. This need for adventure had never quieted down, and a few years after he had reached sexual maturity, he headed out of the family den in search of adventure with his mother's words of caution and a reminder of how he would always be welcome back if he ever felt alone or just felt like coming back home. But why would he want to come home? The world was his to tread on, his to explore. The small den was just too confining, and there mere thought of returning was enough for Xallen to shudder.
As Xallen relished on his freedom, the breeze ruffling his pelt and feathers with its soft touch, there was a change in the atmosphere. The strong male turned up, facing what passed for a sky on Humaeus, only to see it filled with what looked like fleeing creatures and soot clouds that brought discomfort down to the tip of his wings. Cries of help and pain were slowly filling the air as the flying creatures flew overhead, and as he looked behind, Xallen saw a bright orange wave all but towering over him, bringing heat that made his eyes water and filling him with a sense of dread and fear that made him cry along with the flying creatures, his wings spreading out by instinct as he ran off, gaining impulse as he took to the air, trying to run away from the unknown wave that brought such terror to his heart.
Day 3
My wings feel heavy, I do not know how much longer I will be able to resist, how much longer they will be able to carry me. My throat is parched, yet there is no water in sight, only the smoldering, bright orange stream that devours everything in its path. How am I to survive this when so many others are already gone?Two days had passed since the horrible wave had taken over the forest and everything surrounding it. The stream seemed to be calming down, but fires still raged below, and the ground still shone with the overflowing lava. Xallen's wings groaned as he beat them again, straining his muscles to keep to the air, his white eyes gazing below with the same fear that had been etched into his face for the past few days, days that had felt like decades. Less and less creatures flew alongside him. Some had gone in different directions, others had gone down, exhausted, only to be consumed by the earth, shrieks of pain slowly being engulfed as they were incinerated. Xallen beat his wings once more, the memory of these fallen creatures giving him the adrenaline he needed to keep in the air, refusing to meet their same fate.
Day 5
I do not think I will make it. I feel my energy fading, my muscles screaming for rest that will not come. My mind is numb from lack of sleep, and there are no others left. There are no calls to keep me awake. Is this really the end?Xallen's head bobbed with exhaustion as he struggled to keep flying. The earth below him was now stale, gray and dead, no life visible no matter where he turned. He didn't even know where he was flying to anymore, everything looking the same in his tired white eyes. He was no longer surrounded by survivors like himself, only the monotonous, painful sound of his wings flapping keeping him company in the somber sky. His belly churned with hunger, and his throat now felt as though if sand had been poured down it. Getting out of this alive seemed more and more farfetched with each stroke of his defeated wings. Minutes passed, if not hours, as the day slowly kept passing on, his sense of time somehow still untouched despite the horrible events that had transpired. Xallen snorted, unable to keep going, his weary wings feebly flapping as he fell down, his eyes closing as he prepared to meet the same fate he had seen so many others suffer before him.
Day ---
What is this? I wake up, still hungry, still thirsty, the pain in my beaten body reminding me that I am alive... but how? Never mind that... one must not question that which will not be answered. The earth below me seems to have survived the orange wave... or rather the orange wave has been consumed by the earth? In either case, it seems as though it no longer brings death with it, but the devastation is clear. My wings may not wish to carry me anymore, but my paws will do for now. I can recognize those mountains in the distance... I am close to home! If there was ever a time of need, it is now. However... somehow I cannot shake this horrible weight in the pit of my stomach that things that seem as though if they cannot get any worse always find a way to prove you wrong.Pelt filled with soot and dust, fur once glistening white was now grimy and dark, the fallen avaydia coughed, his lungs aching as they struggled with the heavy air surrounding their owner. Xallen's eyes opened slightly, his mouth open, his nose cracked and dry. Getting up slowly, the heavy male looked around him, confusion slowly turning into surprise. How had he not burned as so many others had? As he turned his gaze down, he saw he had landed on hard, dry earth that looked as dead as the sky. Frowning, he slowly got up, his legs shaking at the effort, but his exhaustion somewhat appeased from the rest he had been forced. As he looked around, he could only wonder how long he had been out, and wondered even more how long did he have left before he died from thirst or hunger. His eyes soon landed on a close by mountain range, one he had flown around so often he knew it by heart. His parent's den must be close by. This thought lifted Xallen's heart, relief and happiness flooding over him at the thought of seeing some familiar faces again, and with renewed strength he headed out in the direction of the mountain range, all but running to his destination.
Day ---All that time, they promised they would be there for me... and yet in the end, I was never there for them, was I? What am I going to do now? I guess all there is left to do... follow the fur that so resembles the hot wave that destroyed all...A few days passed, and Xallen was able to find tiny sources of water scattered in his path, keeping his dying of dehydration. A carcass had also provided protein his body so desperately needed, his desperate condition ignoring his usual hatred of scavenging that was ingrained into every member of his species. Closer and closer he got to the mountains until he finally reached his goal, only to have his hopes crushed in the blink of an eye, a wail of hopelessness erupting from his lips. The once welcoming entrance of his parent's den now lay sealed by the gray earth, looking like a part of the mountain itself as though if no fissure had ever been opened there. Anger and desperation clawed at Xallen's heart, and with strength fueled by his need for company, the young male crushed his body, claws and horns against the solid wall where the opening had once been, his eyes glinting madly as he called out to those who had no doubt perished inside, protecting their new young.
This new reserves of strength lasted for only a little while, and Xallen soon fell in exhaustion and depression on the ground, his face pressed up against the wall of the mountain. Part of him thought of staying behind, clinging to that place and die along with the rest, but instinct was stronger, and the need to survive led him on despite sorrow still strong in his heart and regret all but pulling him down back to the now gone den he had once called home. Walking on, Xallen called out to others, his chirps slowly going from hopeful calls to desperate pleas. Where he was going he did not know, but if he had survived by staying up, surely those who had been high in the mountains had survived as well? Sure enough, as he lay down for a rest, the breeze brought a strange scent he had not felt in a while, along with a tuft of fur, as orange as the lava that had streamed through Humaeus in what felt like decades to Xallen. Life. His ears perking up, Xallen opened his mouth wide, breathing in the stale air, feeling a far but sure indication that the carrier of this scent was on the move, had passed through here not too long ago. To increase his delight, there was not one, but two scents intermingled, two creatures, avaydia from what he could tell, had survived as well. His heart still heavy with loss, Xallen could only think of what this meant. A family, companionship he had never craved for suddenly becoming an essential need for the male. Making up his mind, Xallen got up and followed the scent, hoping that it would lead him to a place he could finally call home.
Other :NameXallen
Age9 years old
Wingspan and LengthWingspan : 62ft
Length : 181"
GenderMale
LikesCompany - Never quite getting over his sudden loss of his parents and feeling guilty for having always taken them for granted and leaving them behind, only to find that they had surely died in the tragedy that destroyed Humaeus, Xallen has become rather clingy to others, always becoming concerned when someone is away for a prolonged period of time and preferring no one heads out by themselves.
Exploring - Despite his guilt, the constant wish to keep exploring places he has never seen before and his thirst for knowledge has never quite vanquished. However, unlike before, Xallen now enjoys having friends and family coming along with him during his trips, and will always stop if the others decide to settle down for a while.
Pandora - The fact that Pandora was not born in Humaeus was always an intrigue for Xallen, making him hang around her for his first few days in the surface despite a rather reluctant Aurican. His intrigue slowly turned into affection for the young female, though, and he cares for her as he would a mate, despite not having worded these feelings yet.
DislikesDeath - The smell of death, or any scent of decay in an area makes Xallen go on edge, making him rather reluctant to go further into forests that reek of this stench.
Fire - The bright orange flames that engulfed Humaeus still haunt Xallen's nightmares, and the sight of fire tends to make him frantic and incapable of thinking straight.
PersonalityYoung and usually carefree, Xallen loves exploring with friends, especially this strange new world with a setting sun he has surfaced to. His love for company has made him peaceful and accepting, knowing that quarrels tend to lead to having parties separate themselves and possibly never see each other again, something he strives to never happen. Despite his rather young age, Xallen has a bit more knowledge of Humaeus than other avaydia his age due to his constant traveling, yet his lack of knowledge of the new world makes him rely on Pandora for information, usually sneaking off to further explore if Pandora deems a place unsafe, or convincing her to come along with him on an adventure. His travesties usually leading to trouble, he is constantly reprimanded by Aurican, whom he is always serenely apologizing to, knowing that he will unfortunately gain another reprimand in time due to his insatiable curiosity.
by acciobadger » Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:18 am 
