Owner Name:
Verdana
Name:
Adiafaní̱s (the Greek word for 'opaque').
She is known as Addy for short.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Addy is more 'aloof' than 'shy'.
She's a beautiful little Rune, and she knows it. While her friends are playing after the rain, she is looking into reflections and admiring her haze. She has a vain streak a mile wide, but it's not undeserved. She's splendid.
While she is proud, Addy is not above playing games. However, her games border on mischief, and she's an artful little troublemaker. She is not malicious, though; simply willful; and while she would happily embarrass and confuse, she would never actually go as far as to hurt anything or anyone.
Addy does not like dirt. She loves rain and moisture, but she cannot abide mud on her lovely plumage. She is always the first of the mist runes outside, to bathe and preen and clean off her always-immaculate wings, tail and underbelly. She is also always the last to leave. She lingers in the outskirts of the thick, curling mist, hoping to be seen and admired by any passer-by.
It was this trait and this carelessness which led her to meet her owner...
Why do you wish to have her:
I have been watching for a special rune for myself ever since I got my Mbarim. I wanted an adaptable Rune, which could be the companion of a multitude of characters.
I had no luck. Every Rune is beautiful, but none clicked for me.
Then I saw this little girl.
I can't tell you exactly what I love about her. Possibly her colours, possibly her apparently-expressionless eyes and face filled with regal disdain. I love her misty mane, and the beads on her wings.
I love her. I'm not sure exactly why, but I know that I do, and I know that I would continue to love her as long as I'd own her.
Where will you keep her:
She will have a special place in my character thread. I am planning to make one only for my Runes, so she will live there as soon as it's up. Furthermore, she will go onto the Rune Dragon site and have her own thread there. She will be used in as many semi-lit RPs as I can find for her, as soon as prelims end. If I have space, she will live in my signature, and she will definitely have entries in my art gallery.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Yes, in theory, but not for quite some time. If I get her, I intend to keep her a baby for as long as possible. I just can't resist her like his.
Any Quirks:
Addy has lots of odd little characteristics.
She cannot stand dirt in any form, and will instantly create mist to clean herself again.
She loves to admire herself in reflective surfaces, and will stare at her reflection for hours on end if given the chance.
She does not seek out attention, but greatly enjoys being admired (though she wouldn't show it for the world).
She likes to adorn herself with pretty things (like her beads, for example).
Other:
Capture
The ground seemed to slosh with excess moisture. It had rained solidly for three days, but finally the last, half-hearted drizzle had tapered off. Fat drops of water dripped off of leaves, rolled off of rocks and were caught in crevices. The hills were quiet; neither man nor animal daring to believe that the onslaught was, at last, over.
Splash.
Splatter.
Plink.
The first Mist Rune came.
Ahead of the rest, Addy hopped from rock to branch to wall, unwilling to get her pretty little talons muddy. She eyed the spongy ground with distaste.
Splish.
Skitter.
Scrabble.
Splat!
Her sure-footedness ran out. She jumped onto a rock, but the rock objected. Slick moss tore away from smooth stone as Addy grabbed at it to right herself. With a slither, she fell backwards, right into a deep, squelchy patch of mud.
She surfaced with an indignant series of sharp whistling protests, and clumsily dragged herself to the edge of the puddle. She pulled herself onto dry(ish) land, shaking the slick mud out of her plumage. It stuck like glue, though, and the heavy little dragon soon abandoned this attempt. Her little face set, she pulled her tail and heavy wings towards a pool of water.
Around Addy, the air began to fill with low whistles. Her family had arrived. Joyful and lively, they began to spread their mist over the soggy land, pulling the moisture away from the ground and offering it to the sun. Addy, however, did not spread her mist. She held it in a tight knot around herself, letting it bead on her back and wash the mud away. She shook and preened and scraped and misted, ignoring the chipper chatter of the runes around her.
The first lizard slid out of its hole to bask in the watery sun. The first kingfisher perched on a log, watching the water with keen eyes. The air thickened and whitened as all of the Mist Runes frolicked. All but Addy, who was trying to rub a stubborn blob of grime off of the back of her head.
A shadow darkened the wall of mist. The Mist Runes, quieted, tensed. The shadow was ominous, mysterious, foreign. They didn't like the shadow one bit. One by one, the Mist Runes slid back into their nooks and crannies, all watching, none watched.
None but Addy, who still couldn't quite get that blob of mud off of her head.
The mist began to disperse, due to a lack of anything to produce it. The shadow became more distinct. It grew a head, shoulders, two arms, two legs. It grew a nose, sharp and arrogant. It grew a brow, furrowed in concentration. It grew two dark eyes, narrowed in focus on a little pool of mist, from within which came a satisfied purr as the last drop of mud fell away.
The shadow which had become a man prowled forwards. A rune fluted in alarm, in warning.
Addy turned.
A moment too late.
The shadow man pounced, reached, grabbed, caught.
He smiled with white, predatory teeth.
"Gotcha."
Work in Progress.