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The rabbit seems to call your name. You're late, so it's time to move. Oh Alice, you know it's your fate. Tick, tock. No time to lose.

- Hey Alice, Rachel Rose Mitchell

OC Lyric Challenge: Aleksandra Tasheva

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Aston Richards, the boy of lavender fields.

He’s always stuck in nostalgia, longing for a past that he knows he can never get back. His biggest fear is knowing he’s disappointed his deceased mother -- and let down his little sister. And their ghosts never go away.

Never assume -- appearances, personality, words.

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Aleks feels as if her lungs are constricting, her body chilling with every second that passes too slowly. Through blurry vision, she stares at the woman who looms above her, dark blonde hair almost covering her face. She tries to choke out a word, but the pain is too much.

“Let me help you,” The woman says, but there’s no mistaking the fangs so noticeable in her mouth. Is she going to die here? Is this what Sariel has decided for her? If it is, then fine, she will die. But why by a vampires hand?

As the woman descends down, her vision blackening, the only thought that passes through Aleks’ mind is,

I don’t want to die.

blood upon the altar ; aesthetic+scene+’profiles’ ; 1/?

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worldbuilding / blood upon the altar / short stories - the history of the goddess, sariel

(cw: violence, blood)

Her fingers grip at the golden handle of her sword, the silver steel drips with blood and it spills over -- staining it orange and her hand. She forged that sword herself so many years ago, with dragon scales and blessed by a witch. Around her are the bodies of those who tried to fight, who tried to take her world away from her. There is nothing now, standing between her and the one she is after.

“I love this world just as much as you do,” They call out, voice echoing through the red stained fields. “I want what’s good for it, too!”

There is a beast that lays underneath her skin, it’s shut her off completely and she marches towards them with intent. It’s as though she does not see the bodies littered before her, the ones who had worshipped her without so much of a second thought. Her eyes glow such a dark, heavy red.

They had been too late -- but of course they were. Even Sariel had told them that they would be. There’s no fighting it, she had predicted it so many years ago as the Tree had been planted. She had requested that the moment the venom in her system overtakes her, they kill her.

Around them is rivers and lakes of blood, burned fields that was once lush of green and a darkening sky that was always so blue. They worked together to make Elionde, their world, their beautiful world to what it was. Neither of them had intended to become gods, but they did and Sariel tried to fight it with each passing day -- suffering so greatly as she did so.

But when the Tree was planted, in its beautiful silver and golden leaves, it connected with her.

They don’t want to kill her -- her, who had a smile that lit up a room, her, who always had stories to share, her, who would rather die than watch people suffer. Sariel, Sariel, who they grew up with in their little village and was called to action because of an old prophecy. But they know that they have to. There is no choice -- between them and her, her and the world, they have to -- they have to --

And for the first time in two thousand years, the light went out.

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character profile | blood upon the altar | matija

Matija is a generous young man, upbeat and always looking towards the future. he’s never seen without a smile on his face -- and is an apprentice to Florian and his husband, Elliott at their small hospital and herb and medicinal shop. He tries his best to make sure everyone is happy, but sometimes fails. he has a habit of putting others before himself and that includes his own happiness and safety.

He had decided to become a healer after his village fell under a sickness that took out a good portion of its population, and he, himself, had gotten infected. an old woman--a witch, he would later learn--had helped heal him and bring medicine to his home. at sixteen, he left for the capital of Erest for a better education and since left for the capital of Aeonia. Florian had agreed to take him under his wing after matija had begged him over and over again -- and his husband joining in. since, he’s become something of a son to them.

Since then, he’s become sort of the talk of the town. They may not know him by face, but they know him by name. He’s had a few proposals from both men and women, but has turned each and everyone of them down.

Hardworking since birth, Matija has a habit of forgetting to eat and drink throughout the day, and tends to also overwork himself.

Still, he’s quick witted and enjoys pretending not to pick up on Aston’s (quite bad) flirting. Adrienne’s laid back personality can be quite exhausting sometimes, and he considers Aleks to be one of his friends, despite her alliance with the Church. He is, however, wary of why they have taken refuge in Aeonia.

age ; 22/23 alignment ; true neutral race ; fairy random fact ; he is homoromantic demisexual!

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 Matija’s smile quickly disappears. His eyes fall upon Aston’s uniform, the circular mark of The Order displaying proudly on the navy blue. He had hoped Aston wasn’t part of The Order, but he is.

“I’ve been informed Aleksandra is here,” Aston speaks formally. “If I may see her.”

“She’s sleeping,” Matija answers, a little coldly. “In order for her to get better, she must rest.”

Aston’s posture does not change. “Understandable,” He says. “I hear a vampire brought her here, so if you have any information, I would like it.”

“Aeonia is a free country,” His cold tone continues. “We do not answer to the likes of you.”

“However, she works for us, and her safety is our priority,”

“If I learn anything, I’ll tell you. But for now, I have to ask that you leave, I have other patients and clients to attend to,” With that, Matija briskly walks past him without so much of a regard to Aston’s hurt expression.

character aesthetic / scene - blood upon the altar - matija

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blood upon the altar | worldbuilding series + masterlist post | the world of elionde

Elionde --

she saw it in the stars, she heard it whispered among the trees. sariel knew what was happening, with the dark clouds rolling overhead. the world slipped into darkness and in the darkness, she left. and from it rose something else as light slowly, but surely, returned to the world.

upon the light came to be six countries;

erest, the realm of the fae. here, life thrives and blooms, and there is an adventure awaiting for those who search for it.f

the principality of edhel, humans scatter throughout the plains and valleys. they are the leaders of a new world, urban and country, technology advances. great warriors come from here, and come here to train.

the mountainous region of sirieon. here is where those who do not quite belong in the world as it is. assassins, sorcerers. dragons live up in the caves, where they lurk and they watch. all those who enjoy risk, all those who enter the lands take care for they are ruthless.

aeonia is where the sea glitters and shines, perhaps the country of neutrality in every way, here people come for a life of relaxation and it is very mixed of people. vampires, dwarves, fae, humans are attracted to its never ending beauty--and it is believed sariel was once born in one of its cities. there is a history and a secret that lives beneath it.

the elvish kingdom of ilviel glows late at night, hidden somewhere in the world. 

evras, the land of the witches. enchanting in of itself, rivers run through their lands, fields grow, and they live in song.

all but aeonia fell to a new belief of one, they staved off the entry of the ones who brought blood stained steel, demanded to be knelt before, demanded the execution of the ones behind sariel’s death. from fear, the fae disappeared to their forests and fields, the elves went silent, edhel’s king beheaded.

they were called the circle of sariel, more commonly referred to as The Church--vampire and magical hunters. and they will rule for the next thousand years.