𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉

[peacewept]

Always keep an eye out for the noble owl.

𝑃𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐸𝑊𝐸𝑃𝑇 :: Private, incredibly low activity for Ama ( Serenity ), an ancient elf OC, a spirit of Peace, and Messenger to The Lady of the Hunt. Sideblog & heavily connected to @fatescarred

An exploration in ;; being the eye of the storm, a combination of sensitive and savage, tenderness is a virtue & the loss of serenity.

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[peacewept]

Something something Ama being given to Andruil as a means to pacify her more brutal tendencies, having the Huntress 'find Peace' in some way, shape, or form. Being the one to try to soothe her anger to little or no avail. Witnessing the cycle of trauma through the ages and having it sort of twist the perspective, but not the essence of Peace.

But then the fear and feeling of failing in that task, and how that emotion is ultimately projected ( practically grafted, more like ) onto Amariel later on when she tries to save her father, when she tries to save the people of Haven, when she tries to save her people, when she tries to s-

[keepslore]

meme / accepting @peacewept said: “ are you alright? “ for elvhenan!Dhavi?? c:

Andruil leads a party made up of Her best hunters, a display of their skills for the gods She has gathered: Falon'din and Dirthamen a matched set as always, Their followers silent as the dead, and Ghilan'nain with Her retinue of attendants. The prey of their hunt is a creature Ghilan'nain crafted specially as a gift to Andruil, specially for this purpose, designed for the Huntress' best to shine in the dappled light of the woods.

Dhavihal tries not to think about what the creature had been before, or what its meat will become after, but there is little to distract her from the thought. There are no secrets for Dhavihal to uncover here as part of her work as Lavellan—or rather, no secrets that Dirthamen's tight-lipped attendants will divulge where she can hear. Eventually, she simply meanders away from the group, unable to bring herself to play along with the game.

The jingling of the bracelets which adorn her wrists and ankles—the way they flash in the sparse sunlight, sending sparkling signals into the woods as she wanders deeper—they draw something's attention. It stalks her from between the trees, waiting for its chance, which it finds as the little halla-keeper stops to breathe in the scent of a bushel of wildflowers. It pounces and catches her in its great paws, sending her to the forest floor, but overhead, an owl shifts form into that of a woman, and Peace moves quickly, loudly, to scare the beast away.

Dhavihal sits up from where the beast attacked her, her dress torn and covered in dirt. Ama, the Huntress' messenger, turns to her and holds a hand out.

“ are you alright? “

She struggles to catch her breath, her heart pounding in her ears, but reaches to accept the help up.

"I—" Her mind is still trying to process the blurred shape of the creature as it attacked—was that Andruil's prey today?—but struggles harder to wrap around the presence of Ama. She looks down and pulls at her dress to examine her leg where the claw had struck at her. No blood dyes the pale cream of the silk, and at worst there are scrapes where she landed among the underbrush. "I'm well, I think, thank you."

A bewildered expression meets Ama's peaceful gaze.

"Were you following me?"

[peacewept]

Ama was content in the little roost she found. Still within range of Andruil’s call and far enough to spy any encroaching presence. Her perception focuses in and out, to and fro, and that's when she catches it in her periphery, the glint of sunlight refracting from the bands of metal. The Owl’s head swivels while three golden eyes peer through the trees, and in her search for the source, finds something more dangerous in the brush. 

Her reaction is immediate, the need to assist outweighing any caution. She does her best not to scrape the animal with her claws, to not sully the prey, nor take away the thrill of the hunt from her Mistress. Enough of a scare to have the creature move on, hopefully in the Archer's path.

Her concern is then placed upon the halla-keeper; calm and studious. Curious is she to others not of her court despite Andruil's mistrust ( and oft times, aggression ) towards them. Relieved that the other is unharmed, Ama would bestow a tender smile.

❝ Oh, no… ❞   Soft breath of laughter and she gestures to where the beast ran off, no doubt being pursued by her Lady and company.  ❝ Merely watchful eyes for the Huntress. ❞  Only partly true in her tender expression. Faint sigh leaves a hush to fall within the forest save for the sounds of rustling branches in the breeze. She takes to the thicket of flowers and her smile pulls more genuine, serene and reveals the full sincerely regarding her presence away from the party. 

❝ I take it you don't care for the hunts as well? ❞

[themakeupbrush]

Yanina Couture

[lasaraconor]

[convelocity]

Yet amidst the quiet, there's a whisper. A subtle assurance of a guardian watching over you.

Grab prints here

[soulprompts]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!

“ get behind me… ”

“ stay here. ”

“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”

“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”

“ when you love something, you protect it. ”

“ i’ll keep you safe. ”

“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”

“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

“ get down! ”

“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”

“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”

“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”

“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”

“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”

“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”

“ get out of here! now! ”

“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”

“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”

“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”

“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”

“ who did this to you? where are they? ”

“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”

“ are you alright? “

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“ i’m on my way. ”

“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”

“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”

“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ”

[peacewept]

𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑺 // accepting @keepsduty :: [ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them. + reversed

It would count as one few the few moments where Ama has experienced the pull of frustration. Her bow and arrow were discarded to the floor. A large boar lying dead before her. And Alenriel resting against a tree as Ama tends to her wound.

Delicately she weaves the strands of magic within the air. As if conducting it to her whims, the threads seek to stitch up the puncture left by the charging animal. Peace attempts to conceal the vexation along her visage as she looks to Protection. 

❝ I could have handled it. ❞  she starts through a tensed jaw,   ❝ Andruil is not one to send her porter out into the wilds without proper training against it. ❞

❛ I could not stand by do nothing. I- ❜

❝ What good is a shield if it's broken?! ❞   She feels her voice rising without intent and stops herself with a deep inhale. She looks away from Alenriel as she holds it, then releases the air threatening to burn her lungs. 

❝ I'm sorry... but I am no rare flower needing to be sheltered. ❞  the softness returns to her tone,  ❝ And you cannot always be there to protect me. ❞  In this, Ama keeps her gaze from Alenriel, unable -and unwilling- to witness the reaction to her words. So they sit in silence for a time before it is Alenriel who breaks it.

❛ What do we do with this? ❜

Another sigh as Ama looks at the boar, then off to a small settlement in the distance, newly formed and buzzing with life. She nods in the direction.

❝ We could give it to the people. Treat it like a reward for their sacrifices. ❞

❛ Do you think they would trust such a thing? ❜ Alenriel questions in a sigh of relief as the wound finally closes, to which Ama softly smiles and stands as a wind picks up around them without a source.

❝ Perhaps not... ❞ She shrugs while feathers start to gather on her mantle in her trek towards the carcass. Ama would add in a glance over her shoulder. ❝ But they would be wise to heed their Lady's Messenger. ❞

[peacewept]

Hmm, what if Ama had empathic tendencies and, at random, or deep in thought, would ramble prophetically for a moment, not necessarily cryptically or ominously, but still just a little unnerving? What then? o.o

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts from the film the hobbit : the desolation of smaug . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

this is no chance meeting , is it , [ name ] ?

take back your homeland .

what if i were to help you reclaim it ?

that's not the worst of it .

we have another problem .

what did i tell you ? quiet as a mouse .

will you just listen ? i'm trying to tell you there's something else out there .

the bear is unpredictable , the man can be reasoned with .

come away from there , it's not natural . none of it .

it's obvious , he's under some dark spell .

you'll be safe here tonight ... i hope .

we grow in number , we grow in strength .

death will come to all .

there are others like you ?

you're running out of time .

a darkness lies upon that forest .

i would not venture there except in great need .

go now while you have the light .

this forest feels ... sick . as if a disease lies upon it .

something moves in the shadows unseen , hidden from our sight .

if our enemy has returned , we must know .

i would not do this unless i had to .

you've changed , [ name ] .

you must stay on the path . do not leave it . if you do , you'll never find it again .

is there no end to this accursed forest ?

we're going around in circles , we are lost .

the sun . we have to find the sun .

we're being watched .

they're growing bolder .

not just a thief , but a liar as well .

i myself suspect a more prosaic motive .

i have seen how you treat your friends .

you turned away from the suffering of my people .

a hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf . i'm patient . i can wait .

did he offer you a deal ?

shh ! there are guards nearby .

you were supposed to be leading us out , not further back in !

are you mad ? they'll find us .

please . please , you must trust me .

this is not a nice place to meet .

why now , [ name ] ? i don't understand .

a human sorcerer could not summon such evil .

in our blindness , the enemy has returned .

the enemy is preparing for war .

i started this . i cannot forsake them , they are in grave danger .

you want me to cast my friends aside ?

i think we've outrun the orcs .

we've no weapons to defend ourselves .

do it again , and you're dead .

what makes you think i would help you ?

no doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed .

oh , come on - enough of the niceties .

i would like to know who you are . and what you're doing in these lands .

we need food , supplies ... weapons . can you help us ?

i'd wager there are ways to enter that town unseen .

for that , you'd need a smuggler .

there was more he could have told us .

i don't care what he calls himself , i don't like him .

we don't have to like him , we just have to pay him .

i've been bled dry by this adventure ! and what have i seen for my investment ?

if you value your freedom , you'll do as i say .

folk in this town are suffering .

you'd do well to remember ; we know where you live .

it's a small town , [ name ] , everyone knows where everyone lives .

who would have the nerve to question my authority ?

you promised us weapons .

death ! that is what you'll bring upon us .

have you forgotten what happened to [ name / location ] ?

let us not be so quick to lay blame .

join us when you're healed .

[ name ] , you belong with the company .

i belong with my brother .

we have no time to wait , we're on our own .

the evil that is hidden here ... i command it reveal itself .

you have keen eyes , [ name ] .

let all those who doubted us rue this day !

i know these walls ... these halls , this stone .

i do not know what you'll find down there .

it never ceases to amaze me . the courage of hobbits .

if there is in fact a live dragon down there , don't waken it .

come , now ... don't be shy . step into the light .

there is something about you , something you carry .

there you are , thief in the shadows .

i did not come to steal from you .

do you think flattery will keep you alive ?

what else do you claim to be ?

truly , you are mistaken .

you have nice manners , for a thief and a liar .

i know the smell and taste of dwarf .

they are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh .

did you think i did not know this day would come ?

you should leave us .

and go where ? there is nowhere to go .

the dragon , it's going to kill us .

i kill where i wish , when i wish .

my armor is iron , no blade can pierce me .

i need you to distract the guards .

time to do what , to get killed ?

yes , i'm afraid . i'm afraid for you .

you're not yourself .

the darkness is coming ... it will spread to every corner of the land .

you were only ever a means to an end .

i will not part with a single coin . not one piece of it .

your reputation precedes you .

you have no equal on this earth .

i think our little game ends here .

so tell me , thief ... how do you choose to die ?

we've given him the slip .

there may be a way out .

it's our only chance , we have to try .

i've heard tales of the wonders of elvish medicine .

that was a privilege to witness .

i will not die like this . cowering . gasping for breath .

if this is to end in fire , then we will all burn together .

perhaps it is time i paid them a visit .

this isn't their fault !

you care about them , do you ? good . then you can watch them die .

i am taking back what you stole .

you will take nothing from me .

i laid low your warriors of old . i instilled terror in the hearts of men .

this is not your kingdom . these are dwarf lands .

revenge ? revenge ?! i will show you revenge !

i am fire . i am death .

what have we done ?

[peacewept]

I briefly yelled touched upon this with Lou about Ama scouting ahead for Alenriel ( probably much to her chagrin ) kicking my feet over the the thought of Peace trying to assist Protection. But now I can't help but think that Ama could/would have used as a scout with all the infighting and land claiming. Or even as a distraction if in her owl form.

Or OR, what if she was something like a triage nurse after battles, assessing those left behind and either helping the ones who could still be of use ... or releasing the ones that can't. Some conflicted 'Angel of Death' vibes tbh, having to choose who lives or being the last vision/sensation of tranquility when they take their last breath. And it should go without saying, countless years of doing this eventually takes a toll. c':

[peacewept]

𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫… // accepting @keepsduty

At times she is too immersed with the nature around her in this form. Every vibrant blossom. Every bristle of wind across her wings. She watches how the sun filters through the branches. Feels the caress of its warmth along her being. It brings an inward smile yet it serves to hinder her pace under Protection's watch.

I need you to stay with me.

Their voice reaches the owl's ears and she circles back to Alenriel and with a flutter of feathers, bare feet soon catch up to her stride.

❝ Oh, of course. ❞ said with a sheepish laugh and gentle smile. As they continue to walk, a moment is stolen to gaze upon the gently falling leaves, eyes of sunset dancing along the foliage. And it is in this instant that they wonder why their Lady has sent for them to venture to these parts unknown to her. She wishes to pose the question to Alenriel. It sits on the tip of her tongue, yet worries it might seem as an inquiry of insubordination.

❝ There's a river just up ahead. Do we have time for a quick rest on our journey? ❞ So she presents a different question altogether, though it still rests within her vision.

Curiosity is genuine, but a hint of concern is lingering within Serenity’s mind; a heaviness is weighing at their core. She knows The Huntress has grown restless as of late and there is an uncertainty that grows too thick to ignore. But she hoped it was nothing more than just a fleeting inkling to be quickly disproven. They could only hope as much.

Hope. It was such a fragile thing, but there was power in it as well. A force that should be nurtured, cherished … protected.

[dreadblaidd]

It was with both distrust and distaste that Solas’ eyes meet those of the owl. The light of the pale sun on his auburn hair cast a warm shade between the shadows of the verdant trees, while the slight inclination of his head reflected its rays along the thin, silvery lines of Mythal’s vallaslin which adorned his face. He was not dressed in any particular finery. His clothes were practical, if well-made. Appropriate garb for a traveler who had traversed the great distance between Mythal’s and Andruil’s holdings. 

Serenity may be Andruil’s messenger, but Solas carried the will of Mythal in the broad line of his shoulders.

For all the careful nonchalance of his greeting, he marked the owl’s circuit around him with a hard, unflinching wariness in his violet eyes. Andruil, and by extension her people, were not to be trusted as a matter of course. In this, at least, he and Mythal still wholly agreed. 

Serenity shed her facade, but Solas maintained his. He set into a familiar mirror of her posture - arms laced behind his back, back straight, and the ever present tilt of his head, as if listening for a sound only he could hear. 

“To Mythal, of course.” The lie came as easily as his smile. It had been true, once. “Such is her way,” he offered with a casual shrug. “She cares for her people.” The implication heavy that Andruil was deficient in that regard. “Does your Lady not hear your concerns?” he asked. “Your fears?”

[peacewept]

She feels the jab in his tone and it is met with a faint, tight-lipped smile. It brings a wrinkle to the corners of her eyes but the expression is gone as quickly as it appeared. She knows well of the discourse between their… factions. Peace she may harbor, yet she is not so naive to the tension regarding the space they share here. 

As much as she would like some civility, even in this restrained quality, this ever-present conflict was like a simmering pot near a smoldering hearth. Only time could tell when it all boiled over. Perhaps that's what unnerved her, the thought of these violent beginnings possibly carrying more disastrous ends.

Interesting that she never truly considered the concept of fear, even as they volleyed the question. Now, it lingered along the threads of her mind and weaved into her thoughts. It shifts something within her that she couldn't place just yet. Yet she would not let the unease reach her visage. A pillar of repose, Serenity merely gives a soft smile and the breath of a sigh.

❝ Oh, I try not to trouble my Lady with such things. ❞  A calm, matter-of-fact tone while her gaze lifts to a falling petal drifting into her periphery. She reaches for it, plucking it from the air and letting a few more fall into her awaiting palm. ❝ But any concerns I might have, I confide with my people. ❞  Her attention rests upon the blossom held so gently between her fingers, thumb caressing the silken texture before opening her hand and blowing away the remaining petals to watch them fall as they may. ❝ And not every worry can be remedied with a warm shoulder and a few soothing sentiments. ❞

[peacewept]

Let me make it clear that Ama is not favored by Andruil in a mother-daughter way but in a pet-owner kind of way. 

While unbranded, the mark that Andruil placed upon her is more of a tracking spell than one of protection ( protection from the influence of other gods that is. ) However it's not like Andruil knows where Serenity is at all times, but she can sense how close or far away they are whenever she wants to.

This also works the other way around. Being Andruil's messenger, Serenity needs to know this as well in order to be at her Patron's side when they need them.... right?

I'm sure it's not for some controlling aspect that's going to be used against her in some sort of way that could put her in danger in the future..... r-right?

[fassophy]

Sophia Brown as Eile (The Witcher: Origin Blood)

[peacewept]

𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑺 // accepting @hoboblaidd

In a vast courtyard there sits a row of beautiful cherry blossom trees in eternal bloom. Their flowers perpetually shift from deep plums to the lightest pink. From the sky there's a shower of petals yet there was not a bare branch in sight. 

A large owl perches upon one of those gilded branches casually preening. Seemingly so busy with her maintenance, but she halts when steps catch her ears, swishing her neck in that direction. Light ochre hues ( three in number ) watch their entry, their poise. A wonder crosses her mind; if this was the one her Lady told her about. The one she warned her about. A conjecture she partly vocalizes with a soft,

❝ Wh-whoo… ❞

He regards her with a squint of distrust and perhaps a touch of amusement, she couldn't quite tell. Then he addresses her with a slight nod. 

❝ I am the one they come to here when they need things, want things, fear things.❞ 

Words of Wisdom in more ways than one. Serenity continues to play at the fantastical bird of prey, overextending the tilt of her head until it is completely sideways. A blink of both their eyes, yet the one upon their forehead maintains its stare, wordlessly conveying her curiosity. However, she can tell he can see through the facade, and with a brief puff of golden-flaked feathers, she moves to pull the mask from their presence.

She hops from her temporary roost with massive wing span and takes flight, circling him once, twice, then the form shifts as they land behind him. Wings fold inward and take the shape of a mantle that bears the same feathered pattern while a long, cream-colored robe wraps around brown skin. A crown of the same blossoms adorns a cascade of dark hair, loc'd and twisted like gnarled roots down her back and over her shoulder.

Peace keeps some distance from him but it was easy to tell she was about a head shorter, simple to map out the constellation of freckles along her skin or note the warmth that lights up amber eyes. Ama returns the nod given before and clasps her hands in front of her. Though there wasn't a smile present upon their visage, one was certainly found in her eyes.

❝ Ah, but what if you needed something? Wanted something? ❞  a pause brings the brief tilt of her head, ❝ Feared something? Who would you go to? ❞  There were, of course, more questions upon her mind but it was far too soon to pose them and she doubted they would even be answered, let alone acknowledged.

[peacewept]

Protect your peace not in a self-care or affirming way, but a secret third thing; Dani & Lou losing their gd minds over the yin yang dynamic of Protection & Peace c':