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@bennuhime
independent. semi-selective. low activity. original character. for KENNA, a (newly hatched) mythical beast. est. 08.24.14 and written by alex. she/her, 31+ and old af so no minors pls, on/off activity over the years
ABOUT // RULES
Reminder that the Bennu Heron, a bird that was taller than a person, lived in Egypt and only died out as recently as 1800 BC
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. — emily dickinson
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It was missing something. He was missing something. It did not take Kenna very long to find out exactly what it was either. After gathering it up, she aproached the darkly clad young man and threw the bundle in the air above his head.
Flower petals! (and maybe a bug or two by accident let's be real here) With a joyous expression she beamed proudly after having given him her gift. “Uum! Pretty!”
Does anyone want a mini, or quick one liner, or a short RP with this phoenix girl? Can make herself smol or regular sized and she won't die even if you kill her *will smith poses at her*.
Mythical creatures meme: Phoenix bird (firebird)
In ancient Egyptian mythology and in myths derived from it, the phoenix or phœnix (pheonix, phoenixbyrd, feonix, foenix) is a mythical sacred firebird. Said to live for 500 or 1461 years (depending on the source), the phoenix is a bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (“the city of the sun” in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity. This concept was mirrored with slight falsification to it in the famous and common movies, Harry Potter.
Her lips closed over the round object and her teeth came down only to be met with a hard surface. It tasted gross! Yep, she had tried to eat a rock. Immediately she spit it out, frowning deeply. She didn't want to swallow something so gross!
a curse of remembering
The sun began to crest over the horizon, inching its way bit by bit. That fiery ball of gas and celestial energy was in no rush to start. Colors began to spread across the morning sky in a beautiful gradient, first a warm golden yellow into a burnt orange. When the light touched the misty clouds the sky turned a vibrant magenta; so majestic was the scenery that the girl saw every morning. Perhaps it was simply her nature but she rose with the coming dawn every single morning.
Just how many mornings had she seen? How many sunrises and sunsets? Countless. She could feel her time was coming, however. Age was something she did not contend with and yet she felt the weight of the years heavy on her mind and body. This sunset was like any other and the day would prove to be like any other for the masses of people who roamed this world. This poor, pitiful, disappointing world….
Slim, gentle fingers went through her wardrobe as she tried to find something to wear for the ostentatious occasion. Did it always have to be so showy? As if out of protest her fingers stopped on a plain, dull looking dress. The fabric was rough and unrefined after so many years of wear….so many memories.
“This will do.” She said as she pulled the dress out and set it on her bed. The simple nightgown she wore fell around her body to her feet in a circle of soft cloth. In its place was the new day dress she wore so many times before; once it had been a much more vibrant shade of blue but now had been dulled to a simple sky blue. How appropriate, she thought to herself. For wouldn’t she be returning to the sky once more?
After stepping outside in her well worn dress and sandals, she let herself take in the fresh morning air. Still cold and crisp and filled with that fine dew that the clouds had bestowed upon the earth. Nature was so simple and beautiful, far better than this humanity that claimed providence over it so enthusiastically. Just thinking about it set her on edge, but she shook her head to push away the thoughts. She did not need that to be her last thought before ‘dying.’
The girl walked and walked until she reached the promised spot. The spot did not technically matter but she would have rather not set off a forest fire when she died. She had worked to clear the earth away of any debris, wood, or grass. It would have to do. But before it could happen she decided to make one wish to the sun that had now entirely emerged from the mountains and graced her with its warm rays of light.
“Let me forget this time. Let it be a true rebirth, not the farce it has been for so many thousands of years.” Her hands came together as if in prayer and a breeze blew past, tickling her hair and raising the dress up slightly from her knees. “If there is any good left to be found in humanity…let it be shown to me with clear, un-jaded eyes. Grant me the gift of oblivion.”
As if on cue the fire erupted from her feet first, full and raging and eating at her flesh. Though it looked painful there was no sign of such on her face. There was only a sad peace as she stared at the sky, still holding her hands and praying. There was no guarantee she knew, and never before had she prayed to anything at all…so why would it be any different now? Still, she did not dare move as the fire progressed up her body. Ravenously it tore through her dress and exposed her naked flesh which had now become charred and brittle. Sweat beaded down her face as the smoke overwhelmed her senses.
No forest creatures dared come near that magical fire. It was too powerful, too large, and it threatened to devour everything whole. Finally it engulfed her head and tongues of the flames licked at the sky as if wanting more. There was nothing more to give, unfortunately. Her body crumbled into ash and smolder, and the fire raged for some time even after that. Hours passed as the smolders began to die down but a heat radiated from the pile of ash so strongly that still nothing dared approach.
There, in the ashes, was a small egg. How anything could have survived the flames was a mystery. Yet there it was sitting upright, looking ever so content in that still warm ash.
Only time would tell if the curse of remembering would live on or if the girl’s prayer for the gift of oblivion would be granted.
FIRE. The crackling of fire could be heard from inside the shell of the egg. It seemed neigh impossible for an egg to contain fire and yet there it sat, upright, proud, and almost bursting forth. Over the past few hours the egg had raged on until the ground around it had been scorched black, almost melting. The scent of spices hung thick in the air ever still until--
Crack....another crack appeared in the shell, deeper than before. Crack---and another, creating a gap. Something could be seen moving inside. BOOM!
The egg exploded in a flash of light and searing heat. From inside the shell the ball of light took shape, growing and molding itself until it was the size of a child resting on a nest of burning cinnamon, frankincense and myrrh. The flames which had been caressing the child's skin gently--leaving no mark at all it seemed--slowly began to subside. A shiver ran through the small, naked body from the change in temperature. The shiver grew into a jerk until the being opened it's eyes and sat up with wobbly arms.
"....uu." It said gently, looking around with unfocused eyes. Everything was blurry and her body shivered visibly.
❛ stop STARIN` at me … . ❜
Perhaps the presence he felt was the large, rattling egg that was not too far off in the distance. Considering his own gaze it might have have been rattling in fear, but the heat coming off of the egg in waves was just...strange. A crack was slowly growing at the top of the egg, too, going all the way down to its bottom.
Was it about to hatch or blow up? It rattled further with vigor, making much noise and heat. Wait, was that fire coming out of the crack?
So it has actually been a few years since I was on tumblr. I'm trying to get used to the new interface (without mods) and seeing if there is anything different about how people RP now. I absorb things well though, so in no time at all...!
The huge egg began to rattle violently and a glimmering wave of heat could be seen hovering above it. By now it was as hot as a red coal, and it was only getting hotter. The scent that hung in the air was thick and fragrant, warm and satisfying. Frankincense, myrrh, cinnamon and clove condensed in the warm air around this foreign looking egg.
CRACK. A small crack appeared at the top of the egg, and with that small crack came an intense wave of heat and energy. It pulsed in the air, thick and stifling, like the heartbeat of a great beast.
Thump. Thump. Counting, like the ticking of a clock. The heat was almost too much for this poor egg to handle...
So it was like that again, huh? It was inevitable, to be sure. This was simply how things are. Life was, in itself, a cycle and she was one small part of it. A symbol of it. In her egg form, she rested and waited until it would be time, and surely that time was soon.
Soon.
Soon....
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Iconing is like Yoga. Sometimes it’s soothing and other times it’s a huge pain in the ass.
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Ritsu watches her silently for a repetition or two of this, just quiet and wondering what it is she’s upset about with regards to the leaves being on the ground rather than on the tree. After her expression of anger, the stamped foot, Ritsu finally speaks up. “They’re not going to stay, I’m afraid. It happens every year, just a part of being a tree. New leaves will grow back in the spring.”
Hopefully that covers the bases of what she’s possibly upset about, and give her reason to abandon what is essentially a failing quest. Maybe if she’s reminded that leaves will regrow she’ll be appeased…?
Kenna was not expecting company and the shock of hearing another’s voice somewhere behind her made her jump. The girl turned around, obviously tousled by the surprise, and finally let his words sink in. The leaves...wouldn’t stay? That meant that there was no way to put them back...but they were dying!
Her green eyes looked around at the other trees who were also losing their leaves. When he mentioned that new leaves would grow back come spring, her once tense shoulders gave way to a look of relief. So they really weren’t dying...they would just be reborn.
A soft, comforted smile appeared on her face then. “Uuu, grateful.”
