Mat'aeas Starfury

Starfury Heir - Silvermoon Magister

[nyllae-shiverflame]

Fire and Brimstone

“ Have you finished your book?”

“I have. And the other two after that.”

“Additions? Child do you ever take joy in anything other that script and stories?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well if there was anything you would like to do other than read, what would it be?”

….there was silence.

Flames were oddly hypnotic. In a way they could captivate for minutes or hours depending on the attention of one’s mind, they brought comfort and home but death and destruction. They could burn through homes and forests in the blink of an eye, always leaving ash in it’s wake. The unruly way that fire danced was much of the reason why Nyllae strayed for dabbling with it and even now she stood with a torch in hand among the darkness. Gathered were the household staff of her beloved mother. A hardened woman that seemed almost impossible to sway yet here she was upon a pyre, ready to be received back into the earth.

Ashes weren’t the soiled sadness of what fire left behind but a new essence of something that once existed.

Life.

For what seemed like eon’s the Shiverflame name stood by the teachings and job that the life-binder bid upon Azeroth. Her family nothing but devout followers and wardens to several broods over the centuries – stalwart in their like minded beliefs and their courageous hearts that fought for all life upon the planet’s crust. It was much of what was taught fervidly on to Nyllae from a small age and many, many more before her.

While she held noble blood and ever so lightly diluted, she was still a slave to a common goal and outcome to something beyond her. In the end, blood did not matter or who rose above who but who – in the end– held the power to bend wills and break lives.

Life had a terrifying cycle, something many feared but much of the fear seemed to come from not knowing about the unknown, what lay beneath closed lids that would never reopen. What passed through our vesseled bodies and into the aether. What parts of them did the dead leave behind aside from bloodlines and legacies to be told in stories?

It was time.

Stepping forward Nyllae lowered the torch’s flame upon the hay and tinder that crackled at its touch. Gifts were left with the Lady of the Shiverflame house and from Nyllae the only thing she could accurately send her mother off with was bundles of blue mageroyal twined along the wooden pillars and laced hatchings of the pyre. She stood for a long time letting the flames take her mind, losing herself completely as the fire spread over body, gifts and finally….the blue petals her mother admired so much. They curled, dying instantly from heat and flame and it was until they were gone and the pyra was half burned to nothing that she finally pulled her gaze to those that were still around.

This night, the last Shiverflame died fore Nyllae was never whole as she once thought herself to be. Part Shiverflame, part Starfury and by right, she was a mutt of scale and fur.

[nyllae-shiverflame]

Thy Shall Be Done...

“It’s important for you to stay strong in life, Dalah’surfal. We are women, we are small in comparison to the rest of the world and while you have money – it can always come and go. You will always have to rely on your own strength and wit to succeed.”

“And if there is a time I am not strong enough. Minn’da? Who do I rely on then?”

“Blood, perhaps. It is hard to say as the future is never certain but if you cannot rely on yourself then perhaps you have lost. I have faith it would never come to that.”

After her there was no one else. All the years she remembered at the mageroyal gardens made her weak, their conversations and lessons made her strong. She had known little of her father aside from the distance he often created. He made a house from a home and never bothered to quell boredom with time well spent with her. Lessons, practice, studying – it was a life revolved around learning and tampering one’s knowledge on a daily to be at the top of a class, the best during training and the smartest during testings.

A shell was strong but a wall? Even stronger. Fortified was her characteristics from constant hardening of her mother’s words of wisdom and shared cautions. Numb was her heart after the many years of uncaring and forgetfulness of a father who often had better to do. A child raised among nobility but a child raised alone; all the same.

She had witnessed the rise and fall of their people from glory to defeat and how a proud race of people were left to rekindle and rebuild. Dark were some days and others looked so adventurous and promising. Nyllae had once found a small blue flower that rose in a bed of peacebloom just beyond the scar, the first and last gift she ever managed to offer to her mother before she left to take further studies, before her mother’s memory and health started to deteriorate.

At first she didn’t understand and it was a slow burn. She didn’t remember losing her father or how those days wore on her mother but in the end, her mother came out on top and was resilient. If only she could be like her mother in the coming years…

It was well into Nyllae’s adulthood that she found out about her mother’s first husband. The one she rarely spoke about and her very first love. Her mother had been heartbroken with his death and mourned in a different way, finding the sheets of another; a sparked lust. Soon after such a misplaced sense of hope was Nyllae and a second husband. Nyllae had become a product of some other man whom she hadn’t the chance to know or a second to meet. Perhaps in her youth she had not remembered, and the man in the second marriage was what she was left with. She could not fault her father for not wanting to love another man’s daughter. Perhaps it was the wealth of her mother’s blood that kept him close, perhaps he was conflicted….or perhaps….he even loved her…

In a gentle stroke, Nyllae’s fingers touched down to the withered journal upon the empty, pristine bed. Only three hours ago her mother rested here now there was only script of her recent days until her death. For the first time in her life, Nyllae was late and so unspoken words were robbed from both her and her mother. Now, as someone prepared her mother’s body for her pyre, the Artificer was left with a gaping hole that nothing could fill. An emptiness of regret and guilt that she knew no remedy for.

A once in a life time moment, stripped away by her carelessness and putting work before family. It was in this moment she knew the only person she truly had was now gone.

Was she angry with her daughter? Was she afraid before slipping away? Had she any last words to carry on?

Any last slivers of advice?

It was like brimstone and fury welled in her eyes, burning at the underlay of her lids – tears. For the first time in her life she felt the welt of pain but she did not give in. Fighting, still fighting even now she snapped her hand away from the journal as if it scorched her very soul. Thankfully it was her mother’s attendant that had interrupted Nyllae’s gaze and thoughts, “Ma’am?”

“Yes?” Snapped the warmage, daring not to look at the other as her hand came up to adjust the glove at her wrist and fingers.

“I…I was just wondering what you would like me to have the others do with her things….”

There was a pause and Nyllae gazed around the room. By the open window was a white vase with dried mageroyal. She remembered them, a bouquet she had bought her mother the last she happened to visit. It must had been months prior to the now. Dried petals clung tightly to their counterparts as they sadly remained stiff against the breeze. The roses leaves curled and dried along the stem.

“Remove the coverings, wash everything of hers and have it carefully boxed away. Send someone to the Registry in the city to find information on a Mr.Ethaniel Starfury.”

“Ma’am…” the maiden bowed.

“Oh and before you go.”

“Yes?”

Nyllae waved a hand towards the window, “Get rid of that dreadful eyesore. Replace all the vases with something more lively.”

“Have you a preference my lady?”

“Blue mageroyal. Nothing else, understood?”

The woman bowed and offered a curtsy once more in understanding before skittering out of the room. With arms crossed, Nyllae twisted on the spot, taking in the lonely room and stillness of it. Everything about it screamed death and sadness, a room she would prefer to lock away and forget. At the very least, the journal would find the library. 

Today was not a day to delve into regrets or her mother’s past transgressions.

“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.” - Saadi.

[k-sunrael]

Wrote a thing for my alt to start kicking off her story! My sweet little douche canoe! I love her and hate her at the same time but this is going to be one hell of an adventure!

[mataeasstarfury]

The Arcane Wolf

Name:  Mat’aeas Starfury Alias ( nicknames ): Mat, Matty, Matty Boi Gender:  Male Age:  Adult Date of Birth:  April 23  (Taurus) Spoken Languages:  Thalassian, Orcish, Common Romantic Preference:  Females Sexual Preference: Females (Heterosexual) Occupation: Starfury Heir Criminal Record: None Disorders: None Eye Color:  Jade green Hair Color: Black Height:  6′1″ Scars: Minor burn scars on his hands  Overweight: No Underweight:  No Color: Grey Food: Stew Drink:  Bourbon Candy: Peppermints Had sex: Yes Had sex in public: Probably Kissed a Boy: No Kissed a Girl: Yes Gotten Tattoos: Yes Gotten Piercings: No Smoked / Drank / Done Drugs : Yes, yes and yes. A Cuddler: Could be A Kisser: Yes Scared Easily: No Jealous Easily:  No Trustworthy:  Yes Considered Mean:  No Harmed Themselves:  No Thought of Suicide: No Attempted Suicide: No Wanted to Kill Someone: Yes Have / Had a Job:  Yes Siblings:  Four. Eli’yon Starfury,  Aris Starfury, Unknown sister Starfury, Unknown Starfury brother.  Fears: Disappointing his father Parents:  Enathiel & Aurelline Starfury

[mataeasstarfury]

Hello, Brother cont.

[Collab between @eliyon-starfury and myself!]

The man known as Eli’yon took his steps toward the door before Mat’aeas cleared his throat to gather his attention. “Father didn’t mention she was such a lovely little bird.” He called over, grinning as Eli’yon turned to approach him but not before his attention looked toward the exit where the priestess had left.

“Hello, brother.” He greeted the man as he finally stood with his arms crossing over his chest.

Eli’yon had watched her go for a long moment. He was partially sure if they had been in any sort of other location, he would have put up more of a protest of her returning to the main estate without her. Perhaps that was the price that came with keeping a watchful eye over her. Though he was at least content that she’d allow the companionship of Valion on her journey and he would send Eros as well to continue to keep a watchful eye. The tone of the voice was the first that had caught him by surprise. After all, there was little business anyone from his family had here. He attempted to spin on his heels to look at Mat’aeas but his foot prevented much movement from the injury he had recently sustained.

“Father doesn’t seem to mention much that does not somehow enhance his title,” Eli’yon shot back and provided a once over look of his elder brother. It had been some time since Eli’yon had actually seen him. Between deployments and his less than friendly demeanor towards his family, which was no fault of his siblings, he went months or years without any sort of contact between them. Eli’yon sighed quietly as he approached the bar, attempting to suppress his limp as possible.  He had given Sheri an order to refill his bourbon and serve Mat’aeas with whatever it was that he pleased from the bar of the Smoking Crow. “Let’s leave the Lady out of conversation, hm?” He remarked as he nodded at Sheri and quickly brought the metal cup to his lips to take a sip of the amber liquid. It burned the entirety of its way down but he savored it and he was going to need it most likely to deal with whatever reason his brother was here for.

“What do you want, Mat’aeas? More of father’s bidding I take it?” Eli’yon asked with little patience, his pale gaze finding his brother’s figure hesitantly.

Mat’aeas clicked his tongue as he shook his head before downing the entirety of his drink. “Why would we leave such a pretty little thing out, little brother? Something like that is definitely worth discussing.” He continued to dig the metaphorical knife into Eli’yon’s gut. “Oh, and the other one? The dark haired feisty one, she could be just as fun I’m assuming.”  He placed his glass down and moved to standing, looking down at Eli’yon’s foot and gave it a gentle tap with the toe of his own boot.

“Somewhat, though I would have hoped you missed me. Seems father was curious as to why you had not made your leave for Argus though it would seem an easy enough answer. Your temper become too much of you, Eli? Or were you protecting that Lady Eventide from being accosted by naughty words from another?” He hand came to place firmly on Eli’yon’s shoulder.

It wasn’t a long process for Eli’yon to toss back the remaining liquid in the metal glass before beckoning Sheri for another. Between the few drinks he had prior to his discussion with Kaeiva, a slight buzz was beginning to form in his head and his weight heavily leaned onto the bar. Despite Mat’aeas reasoning for explaining why he was here, Eli’yon found it hard to believe that he was actually being honest. “If the women who run or contribute to this establishment are who you wish to discuss, perhaps you find another patron to discuss it with?” His statement came out more like a question and his fingers loosely ran along the condensation that began to build up along the golden colored glass. His brow lofted as he allowed his eyes to trail over Mat’aeas’ attire. Always the one to show his birth right, it made him roll his eyes.

“Situations arise from time to time that are unavoidable, the injury is one as such.” He replied in a flat tone and allowed himself another drink from the glass. “Lady Eventide recently gave both our troops and hers replenishment of food, other stock and luxury items. We are also waiting for forces to regroup until we deploy. Since when is it your business or father’s on how the military might of someone else’s forces is doing? Unless you’re here for something else, Mat’aeas, and you’ve ulterior motives.”

“Come, Eli’yon, maybe I just missed my little brother. Is that so hard to believe? Or perhaps I, too, yearn for a bit of free will away from our father’s estate.” He released his brother’s shoulder and kicked back as to rest his elbows onto the bar and leaned back against it. “I rather like this place…I think I might stick around for a bit. Maybe get to know your Lady Eventide or even the little raven.” He grinned as he winked over to Eli’yon. “Or maybe you already have stake in one of those territories, brother?”

Eli’yon nearly found himself choking as Mat’aeas spoke both of sticking around and his chances with either Lady Eventide or Lady Sun’rael. While he hadn’t known Kaevia for an entirely long period of time, the ranger did admire her and would aide her if called upon. However, his primary reason for being within the Smoking Crow and even his presence in and around Silvermoon was solely attributed to Elenaris and the protector role that he had seemed to take on with her. “I’m sure they could find something useful for you to do around here, brother.” He started initially in a tone that seemed genuine. “Like scrubbing the latrines or waiting on those that come in here.” He laughed quietly when he finished speaking and finished the remainder of the bourbon. He made a motion to Sheri to signal that he was done drinking for the night.

“As for the latter part of your statement, I’ve no stake in either Lady Eventide nor Lady Sun’rael as I’m sure father would enjoy that far too much more than I can stomach. Both women are of their own desires and it seems that their attention is far from any men who may attempt to suit them,” His tone was stern, specifically when mentioning Elenaris but remaining as such when discussing Kaevia. His glare in Mat’aeas direction would hopefully solidify his statement, but who knew entirely.

“Well, nonetheless, you will have to introduce me to both of them as my decision is made.” He grinned a toothy grin, patting Eli’yon’s arm with force. “For now, why don’t you take me to where ever it is you are sleeping. It must be something nice if you’ve got physicians tending to that wound of yours.”

Eli’yon chuckled once more and glanced down to the spot where Mat’aeas had patted. His aversion to touch, especially that of one who shared his surname, was clearly evident. “Lord Starfury,” Eli’yon began in a mocking voice. “I suggest you hire yourself a servant if you’d like an introduction to ladies similar of your title.” He finished and offered Mat’aeas a pat of his own except Eli’yon’s touch was to his brother’s shoulder. His hand then moved to retrieve the coin purse from his belt and he dropped it onto the bar next to Mat’aeas. “Unfortunately, brother, I’m unable to extend the hospitality that others have shown me. Fortunately for you, there are fine lodgings within Silvermoon City and that coin should get you a decent room.” Eli’yon huffed as he pushed himself off of the bar and limped towards the exit. “I will send for you when necessary, Lady Eventide will not be available for an audience until further notice and I’ve things to tend to on my own.”

The older Starfury brother scoffed in a chuckle as the younger scurried out of the bar. “Ah, Eli’yon…” He said to really no one before snatching up the coin that was left, tossed a piece to Sherri before giving her a wink and taking his leave as well. Not the welcoming he had expected but it was something to start on and he looked forward to the opportunities it might bring.

[mataeasstarfury]

Hello, brother.

The journey was made quick from the Starfury’s estate to Silvermoon. He had little time to waste in making his arrival known and thankfully, with his father’s help, he knew exactly where he was to be going. 

The crackle in the air lingered as the static slowly softened around him after he stepped through the portal that led directly into the Spire. His muscles tightened and the small hairs upon his skin stood erect as he grasped the bottom of his vest and pulled it down in adjusting. 

He sniffed, clearing his throat as he began to tread out of the Spire and into the city almost as if he were the Lord Regent himself. Mat’aeas walked with a since of pride, stubbornness perhaps, he would take a single glance at everyone he passed on the streets as he trekked to his desired location outside of the city and onward to Falconwing. 

As the evening slowly passed, he sat in the darkest corner of the tavern they called The Smoking Crow. He observed each face, listened to the arguments, and of course, drank their whiskey slowly. His jade green eyes searched them and finally found the two he had been looking for. 

To his advantage, one by one, the others left, leaving just a single woman and man as the bartender began to wipe the bar and put away the drinks. With swaying hips and an adorable little limp, the blonde haired woman took her leave but not before she had seemingly given the hunter a small token of her affection. 

“Hm...” He hummed to himself, awaiting for the most opportune moment before making his presence known. The man known as, Eli’yon, took his steps toward the door before Mat’aeas cleared his throat to gather his attention. “Father didn’t mention she was such a lovely little bird.” He called over, grinning as Eli’yon turned to approach him.

“Hello, brother.” He greeted the man as he finally stood with his arms crossing over his chest.

[TBC!  @eliyon-starfury ]