sired -- ♛ --

[floki,]

[ Ьєlєgєтн ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
xx[ Belegeth Seregruthes ]xxx[ twenty one ]xxx[ Mortians daughter ]xxx[ tagged; she is open ]

Belegeth walked among the dying, and the bleeding. Men and women laid in beds, groaning and crying from pain. Each of them so miserable looking, and longing for Death to sweep them off their feet and take them to the world of silence. Belegeth breathed heavily as she passed each bed, looking into the eyes of the dying, sick, and injured. They ordered her to work in the injured tents. Ordered her to tend to the wounded soldiers that came back from a losing battle against Arondell. Although Brigiandells troops were the finest in the dells, they were no match for the men on horses that they were against.

Belegeth rolled up her sleeves and moved over to a bucket of water. There she picked it up, as well as a clean cloth, and moved over to the nearest soldier. She dipped the rag into the water and pressed it against the soldiers wounds. She watched as he reacted by jumping from the pain. Quickly her eyes shot up to him, and she saw he was more and likely not to make it through the night. Most of these men won't make it, and then she would have to perform her actual job. She would have to help them make it to Mortian's realm.

Her feelings for the man soon was shrugged off, and she continued on with her job. Her hands worked shook as she worked, trying her best to make the blood stop from pouring, and stop any infection. But her powers were limited, and she was not at all gifted in the power to heal. Soon, she finished up with the man, leaving only behind a prayer for him to stay strong, and then worked on the next.

Eyes burned at the back of her neck. She knew the other nurses were watching her, hating her there. Like all the other people, they feared of her and feared that her powers were evil. They didn't believe that her act of mercy was saving anyone pain. Slowly she stood up and glanced over at the nurses, before moving and watched her bloodied hands in a near basin. Quickly she picked up another rag, and dried them off before leaving the medical tent.

Will this war ever end? she thought as she walked away from the tent, and over to the next.

[Keriae]

ＡＬＶＥＲＥ.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[ male ] [ son of camulos ] [ tagged: open ]

It was in times like this that Alvere was glad that he was the son of Camulos. War had broken out between his own native kingdom, Brigiandell and their nearest neighbour, Arondell. As a son of the God of War, Alvere was one of the strongest warriors in their army, and in any other circumstance he would have been granted a higher military position long ago, despite his young age. However, everyone had guessed, everyone knew, who he was and who he was descended from. Therefore, his heritage, the blood that ran through his veins, was both a blessing and a curse and though he tried his best to show that he was worthy of recognition, of respect and of simply being a normal human being, he never seemed to get anywhere.

Currently, he was fighting. Perhaps he would have been chosen to converse with the generals, to discuss plans and battle strategies - they were against a kingdom with a fully established cavalry, while they themselves had precious few steeds. However, his curse hung over his head and Alvere was instead in the midst of the worst fighting, sword dancing back and forth like a silver phantom through the heavy air.

The blood pounded in his ears like a constant set of battle drums in his skull but the feeling was not unpleasant. Instead, it helped him to regulate his fighting instead of going as wild as a barbarian. He ducked and dived and thrusted his blade forwards towards his enemies, a blood-red haze circling his vision. He had only a few wounds, some minor and even one not so much, but it was not enough for him to stop. This was the gift of Camulos and Alvere was execute it as far as he could, with or without his kingdom's support.

Alvere swung his sword one way at one enemy, knocking the flat of the blade down on the side of the head and twisting his wrist to create a welt in the flesh. Immediately he was throwing his arm backwards, driving the elbow into the nose of another foe. Groans and screams chilled the air but he was deaf to everything other than his own personal marching band.

[Keriae]

(Bump?)

[tigerlily.]

█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█

♕

█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█
█

Tʜᴀᴇʀᴀ Aʟᴀᴄᴀssᴛ

her
name
is
thaera.


some call her thea.
some call her whatever
but it doesn't matter
rich or poor.
at last brigantia
might have an upper hand
but fair maidens
don't go to war.



the name is thaera. it is hoped on by few, yet feared on by many.
she is aged twenty.
wise, strong, brave, fearful.
wise for the alchemy one thousand a sorceress would not understand.
wise for the peace and right brought to the world.
wise for the stupidity of the past.

strong not in battle, but at heart.
strong for not thinking she's just a girl.
strong for the hope brought at last.

brave is the word for stupidity.
brave for the chance to change the world.
there's no price to pay to stand up
but brave isn't a privilege, in contrast.

fearful not of monsters
fearful not of magic, nor meddlesome malice
fearful of yourself
fearful of everything you might do.

hair color;; chocolate
hairstyle;; side braid
eye color;; hazel
sexuality;; heterosexual
status;; single
brigantia---god of wisdom

of all the space and stars, why this?
the daughter of brigantia,
goddess of wisdom.
who's poison many a killed.
but there is one thing left
hope.
there is medicine with poison, there is good with sin
and none overlap.
and some, just some, are unbelievable.
but for now, let's stick to reality.

[floki,]

(( accepted hon! c: I shall update the front page when I get my computer back from the shop.