Post by FRAPPÉ on Aug 22, 2010 13:10:42 GMT -5
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tuatha de danaan
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demigod of spring
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a she-cat the size of a kitten with a yellow pelt, purple eyes and butterfly features.
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of all the danaan member's i have seen, i am very unique. naturally, i guess.
let's start with my body build. for a cat, i am very small, tiny, in fact. one would best compare me to a five week old kitten. in some ways, this could be bad, but i think it's good. i can easily go unseen.
because i'm immortal, i don't have to eat, and in effect i am lean and quick. without so much weight to worry about, i can fly faster and better.
which brings me to my next thing, my wings. since i am the demigod of spring, i was given purple butterfly wings, which actually i was born with, as if a sign i was meant to be the spring god.
My pelt is a pastel-ish yellow, not bright enough to burn, but not dark enough to be... well, dark. if anything, perfect for being a spring god.
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being a god, i'm naturally bold and powerful, willing to do anything and not afraid of confrontation. being spring, i'm bubbly and outgoing, full of life most of the time. but other times i feel the pain of being immortal, the hurt that comes with watching your loved ones die before you while you keep living. well, existing.
over my years, i've found living is hard when you have come to isolate yourself from the world. while you're used to only making an appearance for a moment, to bring the spring, life gets even more tiring. so though i come across as inviting and happy, there's always that part inside of me, that look in my eyes that's always sad even when i'm smiling.
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my story starts with a war.
many years into this intense battle, after esras and semias fled, morfesa and uiscias were weary and anxious. rumors spread like wildfire through our side, the army of morfesa, that uiscias was planning an ambush on our hunting parties soon. i was born months after these rumors were made, and it wasn't easy. with everyone so nervous about hunting now, our food supply was hanging by a string.
but there was hope for me and a few other kittens. when we were born, morfesa had a vision about something great, and it involved us. she didn't say anything to her people, only commanded that we were fed whatever food was available, and that we were trained in the best and most proper ways.
when we were old enough, we joined the front of the army and led an attack against uiscias, and we were nothing short of powerful. it was an easy victory.
but it was short lived.
morfesa left camp one day, saying she didn't want guards or company. while she was gone, the clouds parted, and the air felt pure for the first time in many years. when she returned, she led us to a tall tree, water trickled slowly from the trunk, as if it were running out. in the horizon, figures moved closer and closer until the faces of a tired, battle scarred army appeared. uiscias stood in front of them, and morfesa seemed to smile.
a ceremony took place, twenty three of the two army's greatest warriors were chosen, and i was one of them. we were given the last drops of water, then the armies mingled.
years later, i watched my generation die, all except the twenty three soldiers. while we mourned, questioned and grew angry, a power flowed through us that we didn't recognize.
more generations died, and finally came the fourth after my own. i met a young tom, with a golden coat and a personality to match. we fell in love, and we planned on eternity together.
until reality hit me again, and eternity came to an end.
after his death, i never returned to normal. sure, i moved on from all of my friends dying before, but i had never loved so much. at this time, the new generations refused to accept us, instead running. we were getting tired of everyone dying, and it made us even more sad and angry. we used powers inappropriately, not caring anymore.
the elders and court told us to leave, and we did. we fled into the lands of the Danaan and sometimes watched the lives of the empire, though we were happier far away from them. i managed to disappear, avoiding the other divinities all together, since i was still feeling exhausted and empty from my loss.
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