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Jahin
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eyes that fire and sword have seen
and horror in the halls of stone


Jahin, a seasoned warrior, finds the trees the most unnerving, abhorrent aspect of Delumine. Never mind the multitude of questionable creatures that might lurk within the forest, it is the trees themselves that put Jahin on edge. 

 The trees spread like cancer through Delumine--suffocating and seemingly as endless as the sands of Solterra. He recalls the wrongness of the transition from blistering hot sand to cushioned, velvet carpet of the forest’s green undergrowth and how utterly alien the shade dappling his back feels instead of the relentless rays of the unforgiving Solterra sun. Even little Sahar, curled tensely on his back, hisses in distaste, flaring her scaled hood menacingly at the birds that flutter overhead.

The gnarled limbs of ancient trees and lush foliage grasp at his hocks constantly. The feeling of the undergrowth scratching at his flanks and snagging in his sun-bleached, windswept hair seems unspeakably invasive. But worse than anything, he cannot see the sun. The forest holds him captive; he can only glimpse his beloved Solterra sun through the shifting of creaking limbs overhead in the occasional breeze that whispers hauntingly through the leaves.

Until now, Jahin realizes he never truly understood the color green. His senses are overwhelmed--lilting birdsong carried on a whimsical breeze; the perfume of a thousand flowers, none of which Jahin knows the name of; and the ultra vivid saturation of colors Jahin has never even seen before, except perhaps in the fleeting rainbow after a brutal desert storm.  

There is a presence here, ancient and knowing. Jahin feels naked and vulnerable in the forest, surrounded by an alien landscape. The Davke warrior feels deep shame as he realizes how truly little of the world he knows. He possesses some knowledge of the other Courts, of course, but Dawn, Dusk, and Night seemed so far removed from Solterra, as if the other three Courts reside on different planets rather than different realms. 

Even though he is stationed with the remainder of Orestes’ guard that escorted the Solterran King to Delumine, Jahin doesn’t feel secure in the slightest. Orestes' detail have set up camp on the outskirts of the Delumine capitol. While they seem fairly relaxed, drinking and laughing 'round a merry fire, Jahin can't unwind enough to join them. He stands with his jaw clenched on the outer perimeter of their small camp, ears flickering to and fro as he listens intently to the steady thrum of the forest. The ancientness of the forest and the way the forest pulses with life haunts him in a way he didn't know was possible. His spear is strapped to his side, ready to wield at a moment’s notice.



J A H I N
look at last on meadows green
and trees and hills they long have known





@Sereia / lame starter for you!









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Sereia


She climbs out of the river. As always her limbs are newborn shy. Each landbound step is as if upon spiderly limbs. The more she changes, rising out of the water becomes easier. Her limbs become more used to the land. Sereia grows less like a newborn and more like a girl of the land, one born as much to the earth as to the sea. 


The water pours off her gilded skin as she climbs the bank. She does not look, nor even pause to take stock of her surroundings. The sun is tumbling out of the sky at her back. It bathes the wide river in a purple as deep as a bruise. The sky is cast in hues of crimsons and blues and golds. The kelpie is bathed as the sunset and dawn skies. She holds those colours upon her skin, a portrait of dying day and rising dawn. 


In the growing dark, deep into the woodlands shadows, she sees lights glowing. The move like fireflies around a fire that glows a radiant gold. Sparks crackle in the air and she hears the sounds of laughter peeling out of the trees. Never before has a group made their camp here, upon the outskirts of the citadel. 


Slowly the girl steps away from the water, leaving a path of droplets. Still damp she weaves her way into the woodland. She follows the light as if she were a moth. Yet, for all her meek heart, there is nothing so mild about Sereia. She is a lion, a creature in possession of the beauty and grace of a swan. Yet aggression bleeds from her every pore, her kelpie rattles its chains along her rips and it sings off her every bone. The girl moves like a predator no matter how much she longs not to be one. 


A dark figure stands upon the edge of the camp, his spear reaching up as if to pierce the sky. The smell of desert heat and sweltering sand. Intrigue draws her closer. She slinks closer, closer, peeling out of the shadows, adorned in gold and the deep blue of the ocean. With firelight dancing across her skin she pauses and watches the man. “You seem tense.” The girl breathes, a melody of seafoam and salt. “Does Delumine not suit you?” The girl murmurs as she continues edging forward, timid like a doe. Yet her kelpie watches from her predator eyes. As the firelight reaches her face, the girl tips it down. The wet strands of her golden mane fall over her face, shielding her mouth - anything to hide the shame of her monstrous nature. 


“Welcome.” She whispers and she cannot help studying him, this man who comes from a place so parched of water. A part of her is in love with such a concept - if she were to ever rid herself of her kelpie, she might find a desert in which to live - far, far from the call of the sea and its wicked kelpies.


@Jahin


 

She wore her hope like a crown,
an unspoken soliloquy of dreams

~ Ariana











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