The Princess of the Stars

A child born of the feral lands, a berserker imbued with the gift of the very cosmos themselves, tasked with saving a realm from a tyrant bastard upon the throne. However, alone as she is, the true battle is whether she has the ambition to carry on in the face of adversity or if she's destined to be alone forever, on a path towards her demise at the sake of a kingdom. ------------------------------------------ Roleplay Blog For Neova Lerouxisx Original, Fandomless Character Written By Deadly Muse and Mun are over 21 Multi-Fandom, Verse, and Ship Friendly Dark, adult, and/or triggering Content Tagged & under a Read More

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...I plan on coming back. This had been a PSA from yours truly

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14 may // hug point state recreation site

[horrificmemes]

Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)

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horrificmemes:

Reblog and bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

[his-shining-tears]

“Well, then he should be free to choose.”

[starofthewilds]

Olympian Aesthetics;

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses,curses under their breath

ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%,touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel,stoic statues, pottery classes  

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma,eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss

Tagged by: Stolen because reasons Tagging: If you wanna do it and blame me, I’m game for that

[starofthewilds]

godwrapped:

Her eyes are the wrong colour to be of his priestesses. Gold instead of the deep black they were blessed with, a pin prick of starlight gifted to them as their eyes were made to see him in all his glory.  He feels the first creep of disappointment that his first thoughts were true.  His Star Callers are all dead, long gone and never to return unless he sees to it to make more.  But he has been forgotten and no one turns their sight to his messages any more.  “Forgive me, you are not as they were.  Gone, it would seem, taken by Ilkayio into Death’s Water to be ferried toward Nemo and his Nothingness.”  Still, it is not her fault she is not what he wishes her to be, so Arnobist grins and takes her hand when it’s offered. 

His own magic responds to hers, dust to dust, twining up their forearms as his magic rejoices at finally, finally meeting something of the same.  There’s a rumbling purr coming from the Star Beast, a noise he can’t stop, vibrating through his chest with an ever growing intensity.  He leans in closer, some subconscious effort to be nearer to one who holds the same thing he does and his smile doesn’t dip, talking around a sharp toothed grin.  “I am the Star Beast, Arnobist, the Dream Weaver also, though many forgot that.  It is truly wonderful to meet you Neova.”  He keeps her hand clasped in his, mindful of his claws, his tail swishing behind him in happiness.At hearing his explanation, there’s something deep in her soul that hurts, a pain that winds around her heart, and the wail of the stars burns a different pain. A sense of loneliness that mimics her own - if she hadn’t a hold of his hand, she may have dropped to her knees at the sudden pang that jolted her. The connection was an odd one - why did her soul so strongly cry at his? Was there a deeper connection that couldn’t be felt? Or was it a warning sign she couldn’t decipher?

Part of her wished to gather this man - this bestial hybrid she could sympathize with more than any other she has encountered - into her arms, to soothe away his pain and suffering, and replace it with love, joy, and happiness. Neova wished no more than to ease his loneliness, to prove to the man he wasn’t alone, and though they may be two of a kind, he wasn’t alone. 

Instead, that smile persists, even when the dust coils up her arm - each brush a searing jolt of flesh, a steady crackle along her skin with her own power’s eagerness to be near kin - and even at the fanged grin she does nothing more but relax further in her stance. She is not afraid of this beast - she’s dealt with larger, far more rabid and ill-intended back home, this is just an overeager being excited at finding a marvel.

“Arnobist,” It’s tested on her tongue - her accent swirls the word into something almost musical in tone, and she returns his smile, without the fangs, “The pleasure is mine. It has been many a century since I met a similar being,” With the exception of Kei, she assumed she was the only one - a crushing loneliness destined to stretch eternity, to encompass her heart and devour it in its dark hopelessness. 

Yet here hope stands, before her, the stardust searing her skin, lighting her nerves in such a rapidfire manner that she can do nothing more but hope it goes unnoticed, that she can relax through it - how often has she embraced pain? Instead, a soft chuckle passes from her lips, amused by the tail swish - it’s a cute show of his excitement, a good way of judging temperament - and golden eyes look up to meet him, “I am sorry if my presence pulled you from something important, however, that was not my intention I assure you.”

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Mun name: Brandi, but please, Deadly or Loon is preferred OOC Contact:  IMs on Tumblr or Discord are always easiest - if you want my Discord, just ask!

Who the heck is my muse anyway: A dreaded, hated much beloved, by me anyways, female OC. A woman who was born into a destiny she didn’t want, but has accepted not only her fate but the responsibilities to her realm and its people; a foreign princess with the stardust burning in her soul and in her blood.

Points of interest: I’d love to write something from her world with another - I kind of have that with @kingsglaivewulfrics​ at the moment - but even more; putting your muse in her realm, learning it as they do and just going from there.

Aside from that, I mean, I’d love to do AU’s; Disney-Based (I’d kill for a reverse Beauty & The Beast; where she’s the Beast), Fairytale or Myth Based, something revolving around mermaids is always fun, I’m a sucker for ABO secretly but that’s a different story and usually off tumblr due to sensitivities and honestly my muse is just so flexible I just want to write her more and share her with y’all.

What they’ve been up to recently: Saving people, helping their fates, just absent wandering to try and find a purpose in the random AU’s/Realms I throw her in - the easiest way to get her to run into other muses and go from there.

Where to find them: Definitely depends on the verse, but more often than not, literally falling out of the night sky

Current plans: Probably get some more drabbles started, maybe make up a Wishlist one of these days, see how things go, who knows. I’ll probably retreat back to my xBox like usual though....

Desired interactions: Any and all. I’m not picky, I just love to write Miss Neo, and she works best when opposite another muse.

Offered interactions: Anything. I’ve been craving Disney AU’s like crazy tbh - give me that Beauty & The Beast AU and I’ll grovel at your feet let’s be honest - or something in her ‘She’s Really An Astral’ FFXV verse, or mer verse....

Current open post/s: ...I don’t usually do open RP’s, I’m afraid, just come to me and say you wanna write!

Anything else?: I often get discouraged - lack of interest in the muse, lack of inspiration, etc. - but I am almost always on Discord to scream about Muses with, or I write on Discord a lot in servers and the like - since it’s on my phone and I don’t have to worry about formatting let’s be real here - so if you want to write but maybe not on Tumblr, just lemme know!

Tagged by: I stole it, so sue me Tagging: Whoever wants to do it, just say I tagged you if it makes you feel better

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Kheleskan History Lesson

So how does Neova tie into all of this, and where does she come from? You know her father is Kirosivia & her mother Gwendolyn, but there’s more to it. This is slapped under a read more halfway through due to length, nothing more.

Cue a big old war a long time ago to determine land limits and territory between Dreamwalkers and the Luskans, back when the entire realm was wild and still growing. No one bothered the Forz, it’s a dark and creepy wild land where the plants fight and will kill you just as quickly as the animals and people would, it's crazy. It’s untamed, and almost everyone in Kheleskii, aside from it’s inhabitants, use it like a tale to get kids to behave.

As the fighting went on, one family stepped up to take the reins in the DreamWalker’s lands; Lerouxisx. They were tired of the fighting, could see that everyone desired peace, wanted it to be easier, and knew it was obtainable. The first two Lerouxisx’s were Streayam; Godric (Life) and Loraine (Death). They paired together, and managed to get not only their territory under control, but most of Luskan’s as well.

While Godric vied for everyone’s contentment and peace, Loraine knew an intimidation was needed. She went out to find the dracons (Dragons who could hide as humans) and brought them to her side, from all around the Realm. Being ageless - until their purpose is served anyways - the Lerouxisx’s sired many children, and many lines branched from theirs over the time, but very few kept the Streayam powers. These were considered the true Heirs, who had the power behind them to enforce a realm-wide peace.

Godric’s reign was brought up short just as he was about to finish uniting the realm; and his death brought around Loraine’s reign, or the Age of Death. As the name implies, it was a dark time. With the loss of her husband, she went to extreme lengths to get the rest of the realm to unite in peace. So much so, that the Fayte (God) of Death caught wind of it, and alongside the Dracons that served her like battlehounds, the Reapers were created to control wars when they sprouted up, and help quell the attempts - though there was always legends that the Reapers were inable to be tamed, and loved sowing chaos as much as reaping it.

The Queen was treated well enough, though as her reign extended, she reduced the Dracons more and more to beasts, refusing to treat them as equals like she had originally. This caused a schism in their loyalty to what she expected. A revolt was to be had amongst them, and in the end, it was the Dracons that betrayed her, that ‘failed’ to protect and allowed the assassins in to murder the Queen, the woman who was slowly becoming a terror.

With no Lerouxisx to claim the throne, no Streayam’s power had been announced - not that wanted the spotlight and to take up the mantle after such a nightmarish rule of the Queen - there were others who tried, others who were far from powerful enough to keep the Dracons in check. The dracons, who refused to succumb to anyone’s rules or wishes, led their own war on the realm; the Age of Dracon was a dark time, where they ran free and ruled the realm in their own way; each territory struggling to survive their onslaught.

In the span of this dark time, a man did step up to take the mantle, to claim it as his own. Claiming the name ‘Aidric Lerouxisx’, claiming the powers of a Streayam. He managed to corral the dracons, to at least grant council with them. A deal was struck; one of theirs, for their freedom. One Dracon was to remain with the Throne, and the longer they denied his wishes, his offer, the more of them died - the Fiends spilling from their home in the north of the Luskan territory began to hunt them, openly and in far larger packs than could be handled. 

One such Dracon was chosen, Avatre Lyzane. She gave up her freedom for her people, was chained to this new monarch’s throne in a desperate attempt to save her people. She was forced to stand by, watching as her kind left her in favor of the Forz, a place they were welcome to live as freely as they chose - so long as no chaos was brought upon the natural inhabitants of the territory. After time, their kind became a legend, save for the crimson beast chained in Luskan and kept no better than a pet, despite having the title ‘Guardian of the Realm’.

In his reign, Aidric has taken several wives; a DreamWalker Shaman woman, in an attempt to gain control of that territory and instead wound up razing most of the tribes their in his fit of rage - until one Shaman opted to go with him for fear of backlash, hoping it would turn his attention away from them. When she failed to provide him with a male heir, she was ridiculed and mocked publically. Zacharia, a DreamWalker first born of a fork of the Lerouxisx line, wound up murdering the Queen - a mercy killing by leaps and bounds - and was executed for his treason; forcing the rest of the DreamWalkers to scatter into the Forz for protection, the Swifthooves retreating with them. It left their territory a barren ghostland, haunted and cursed by fate.

Aidric’s second wife was of untamed land, not quite the Forz, but nothing claimed by a territory either - a town known as Jervex, with shady, lawless dealings and a coliseum just as shady in operation as the man who found participants to fight in it. A mercenary’s town, and his second wife was just as ruthless. Everything of Aidric’s temper, she met head on. It was known that she disliked him, and she would rather tempt fate than submit to a tyrant. She knew what his plans were, and refused to bow in true submission. She was unfaithful, and wound up giving birth to a Son, a son that would later be masked as Aidric’s own, and would successfully pass as it for years until her infidelity was found out.

Her son was none other than Kirosivia, born of a Lerouxisx line, and atop that he inherited the powers of a Streayam; meaning he was a true heir to the throne, to the realm in its entirety. His mother hid him as best she could, as far as his powers went, and he was beloved by the people and the realm itself. There was hope, that he could win no only their affections, but the throne from Aidric. It was Aidric’s advisor, a Fiend named Jolene, that ruined their plan, when Jolene found out the truth about the boy and exposed him to Aidric as a threat.

Kiro’s mother was slaughtered, and the boy was hunted, forcing him to flee as fast as he could from the city to find a safe haven. He sought the same solace as the DreamWalkers, and it was they who led him to the Forz, for safety, since Aidric would never step foot in that land for fear of his demise. Aidric, however, told the people the mother had killed the boy in a fit of jealous rage, and then herself, hiding their sudden disappearance with a believable lie, all the while Kiro ran to safety.

The Forz accepted the heir readily, and in time, led him to the Heart of the Forz, the Skyjalin - home to the Forzheim, Gwendolyn, and all the answers he could ask for. Over time, not only did Gwendolyn teach him what she could about being a Streayam - relying on ancient texts and the like - they fell in love. From that, a daughter was had between them, a daughter that was not only of Lerouxisx line, but of Streayam power as well. 

It was too obvious that the child would become the rightful heir, would be the one to tip the realm upside down. A Lerouxisx Streayam paired with the wild spirit of a Forzheim? It was only a matter of time before the child started doing amazing things, and it was evident from a young age Neova was destined for great things.

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Kheleskii Brief Territory Explanation

Okay. Kheleskii is basically a tribal monarch; three sections (Dreamwalkers, Luskans, and then those of the Forz {Wildlands}). This post will offer a brief explanation of each territories. There will be another post to explain Neova’s role in all of this, and how she came to be (a history of the realm kind of thing). Perhaps in time, I will do a full post on each territories’ full history, but we’ll see.

DreamWalkers

An ancient, and powerful tribe, resides in the north Eastern portion of the realm. The Lerouxisx’s, the true fighters for peace, hail from this territory, and their line can be traced to the heart of here. The DreamWalkers are just as their name implies, and used their abilities to make sure their territory was peaceful, that no one sought for anything. They were a fair and just monarchy, favoring peace and equality over anything else.

The Centaurs, known as Swifthooves, were their key guardians, tasked with patrolling the area, keeping the younger members in the territories away from the Coves, where the sirens and mers prowled on the innocent, and fought off the Fiends from the Spires to the west. In Kheleskii, there is no beast, or human, more noble than that of a Centaur protecting their home. 

Zacharia Lerouxisx was the last of the true DreamWalkers known to the realm, outcasted and ran out by the Swifthooves for using his gift negatively; trying to influence his subjects’ dreams to give him more power, to allow him to move on Luskan and try to take it over before Aidric, the bastard tyrant, had a chance.  

Zacharia would’ve been Neova’s uncle; Kirosivia’s brother. With his death, Neova is the last true heir to the DreamWalker Throne, and the last chance of realm-wide peace, despite not being a DreamWalker herself - she only inherits the throne through name alone through her father; Kirosivia Lerouxisx.

Patron Fayte; Angelina - Life & Peace

Luskan

A central hub territory, originally used as a means of commerce, a trading territory that guarded the waterways, and was a middle ground for the Forz and the Dreamwalkers’. It was here, in Luskan, that corruption began to spread. For a gilded, marble town, the territory it covered was toxic to the realm itself. Piracy bred in its docks; sailors preying on those trying to bring their goods into port, into the market there, monsters bred into the water, sirens & mers taken from the DreamWalker’s territory just to be used to prey on the waters coming in to the city.

Luskan became a nightmare of a place, especially with the ascension of one ‘Aidric Lerouxisx’ to the throne, a fake name on a monster of a man - who attempted, and succeeded, to convince the people he was a Lerouxisx, just for the power - with an even larger snake as its Advisor; Jolene Anya Iren. A Fiend with a lust for the thrones, for as much power as she can funnel into one place.

Aidric is no Lerouxisx, and there is no tie to that family that resides in Luskan, nor has there been for centuries. A false king sits upon a corrupted throne, and works to throw the rest of the realm into Darkness. Chained to the corrupt throne is a proud beast; Avatre. The last of her kind, dracon, that is in land. With her power, Aidric intimidates most into following his demands, no matter how foolish, for fear of the alternative. He leads a territory through fear, and over time some have been foolish enough to think they do admire him as their king.

Patron Fayte; Nero - Death & War

Forz

Untamed, wild and free, the Forz is the savage land on the other side of the ocean that Luskan’s territory monitors. The Forz is a free land, home to the Dracons after they have been run from the main land where they roamed free. In the Forz, they are the ever present guardians; found in various tribes around the territory, and assisting the Forzheim (The Queen, or Mother, of the Wilds) when she so asks it.

The Forz is home to copious amounts of species; those on the run from the tyrannical rule of Aidric and those who have been there since the Forz’s creation. Before Neova, the Forzheim was always a reincarnated woman - allowed to enter a state of ‘rest’ to revive her body and renew her lifespan - named Gwendolyn.

Kirosivia, Neova’s father, came to the Forz to hide. Once his brother, Zacharia, was outed for killing one of Aidric’s ‘queens’ after his exile, Kirosivia fled to the Forz, the one place Aidric would never dare step foot himself. Gwendolyn found him, and the monarchs - The Forzheim and the true Lerouxisx heir - came together to hatch a plan. The plan was a golden eyed child who inherited powers from her father, and the wild spirit of her mother, one who could throw Aidric’s plan to the darkness, and rebirth the entire realm in hope and light.

Patron Fayte; Kei - Space & Time

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★   @starofthewilds  ❤ ‘d for a starter  ★

★ Arnobist & Neova  ★

There’s a scent on the breeze.  Faint, but enough to pull him from his temple, enough to set paw hammering across the hallowed ground.  He doesn’t bother with his shift, doesn’t bother to tame himself, not when there’s the first hint of other, but similar in so damned long.  The presence rings out like the Star Callers of old, of the priestesses blessed by the cosmos, those he shared his voice with when they saw his messages in the black.

Could it be…  Arnobist had been so sure that the very last of them had died out too many years ago to count, but perhaps he had been wrong.  Perhaps the magic of his blessing had finally found a way to travel through the bloodlines, and a new child born holding the stars in it’s eyes.  

The Star Beast pushes himself harder, eating up ground in a way only one not conforming to physical laws can, darting in and out of the dark as he scatters into star dust and hitches a ride on the screaming winds of his darling sister.

He coalesces in front of a figure, shaking his nebula mane out, each shift of fur dropping starlight to the floor.  She’s the one whose scent he caught. The lion skinned Star Beast shivers, lets himself shrink, shift, something smaller, something easier, two legs instead of four, smooth skin instead of fur.  Still his eye hold the nebula, still his hair holds stars, his teeth too sharp and the whip snap of a tail, but he looks mostly human.

“Many years I thought you all dead.  It is nice to see you are not, Star Caller.”

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It’s rare, when the dust in her veins reacts, when it pulls and burns, getting her attention in any way it can that there is something similar nearby. Neova is used to it only in Kei’s presence, the burn a supernova in her soul that she cannot ignore, but this...It’s persistent, it’s nagging, but it’s...uncertain? In all her years, old as she is by now to have seen many a thing - though not as old as the stars beside her soul - this is a first. 

The Stardust has always been sure in its ruling, in its decision. Never this odd, once burning hot, then sudden cold back and forth it is doing. It’s reminiscent to the unbridled power when she was younger - when there were accidents with the two halves of her meeting, and things went odd, sideways even.

The steady pulsing of the stardust rises, and she can feel the presence closing in. It’s not Kei, he’s never been like this, never been this rambunctious. No, he’s always a slow, gentle approach - knowing the pain, the fire that burns.

The lion doesn’t startle her, no, she’s seen and lived alongside far larger beasts, far more menacing - there’s no threat that she can detect just yet. She stands her ground - small as she is compared to him, and arms rest behind her back, hiding the leaking stardust that seeps from her palms, something that may be perceived as a threat where she doesn’t mean one.

No, she offers this man - even as he shifts down, less human than most - a smile, warm as she can manage, and a slight incline of her head as she meets his gaze - the nebula not lost on her, but she won’t marvel for too long - as she straightens once more.

Star Caller. It’s not a name she’s been called before, but perhaps there is a comfort for the other in that title, and she’ll allow it. She would hate to remove hope from someone who has been looking for it, no matter how long, “I assure you, sir, very much alive and kicking,” A soft chuckle, and she seems to think.

The man has stardust in and of himself, it couldn’t be too bad of an idea to be gracious...And it’s why she extends a hand, the stardust still trickling from her skin in its excitement, still burning her soul with its anxious pulsing at being so close to another kin, “Neova Lerouxisx. The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.”

[starofthewilds]

Kei - Fayte of Space & Time

Long ago when the Night Sky was laid across the Realm, the power responsible for weaving and forming each heavenly body, took form in an Epitome of power. This Epitome was Kei, the silent watcher, who was far more curious of his siblings’ creations of the realm itself.

He descended to the Realm in Kervain, between the DreamWalkers’ and Luskan, but eventually slipped to Luskan to aid the realm leader, Godric when he ascended to power. Despite his failing health, Kei was only there as an advisor, hidden among the commoners, and merely offering suggestions to the king. Once Godric had joined with Loraine, though, the Fayte vanished back into his position in the night sky, content to watch from afar. By the time of the Kingless War, in the Age of Dracon, however, Kei could no longer step down to intervene. His brother, Nero, had the Reapers out to herd the people where they needed to be, and the Faytes could only watch as the throne succumbed to a falsifier, the bastard king that claimed the throne, and ruined everything they had created, had murdered the ruler they had grown to trust, and his line.

Time continued, as it always would, though, and Kei observed faithfully, keeping a eye forever on the King and his ideas, as well as keeping track of the real heirs, thanks to his sister, Angelina, who pointed out the true family lines. It was her assistance that untangled them, made them clear as day to anyone observing. There was much rejoice, when a son was born to the true royal line, and Aidric foolishly raised it as his own. No one expected Aidric to be any wiser though, and before anyone could intervene, within years the teen had been banished, forced to run to survive. The bastard tyrant had caught on to who the child truly was, and wanted nothing to risk his rule, assuming the child would die upon exile.

It was Kei, though, who urged Kirosivia towards the Forz, towards the land he could be safe in - Aidric’s own War General, one of Nero’s Reapers in disguise, assisted him in escaping and eluding the Tyrant’s reach. It was then, though, that the Faytes relaxed, keeping to themselves in their realms, and Kei kept to himself amongst his stars, just watching.

It wasn’t until years later, when Kei turned his attention from his beloved stars and cosmos, that he saw the changes. There was a true heir now, he recognized those eyes, felt the connection. The heir to the throne was a Streayam, connected to him instead of his siblings. Neova, despite being protected by the dracon guard of the Realm, was a Streayam of the Cosmos. It was enough for Kei’s attention to be pulled, and he manifested among those in the realm once more.

After she had fled from under the Bastard King, and reclaimed her home in the Forz, he went to her. He took her as his apprentice in the way of the Stars, knowing he’d need to teach her to control her own talents now, if she was to ever overpower Aidric, to take back the throne. The Bastard King would not fall easily, not with the Dracon that guarded him, and the Advisor that he kept so close. Neova was the perfect pupil, and a quick learner, and Kei stayed longer among the Realm, remaining with Neova in the Forz to assist where he could, without giving away the grand scheme of everything.