#erelah

[foeliage]

Bound in gold

Nothing like fishing up old ocs from the bottom of the toybox and unleashing new torments upon them <3

[bearzas-art]

erelah posting erelah posting RAAAAGHHHHHH

[bearzas-art]

some oc doodles

[icecreamartist]

New Oc

This is my new character Erelah,she’s a love cherub and does what every cherub’s job is to help people fall in Love.

Erelah is very free-spirited, loves nature and learning about all the things around her.

I’m still working on her backstory but she has an older brother named Selaphiel <3

[littlebookworm]

Name of the Day

Erelah (e-re-lah) a girl's name meaning "holy messenger." (Hebrew)

[mouna-kazmi]

A New Start

Today is the 5th day of the Phoenix and I have moved officially to Divinity's Reach.

My scar is itching with the strength of a thousand ants crawling in and out of the stitching holes and I fear it may be a poor omen for me. I've recently packed my daughter up and moved her with me to Divinity's Reach, a new tiny apartment in the Ossan Quarter that overlooks a quaint fountain and an alleyway. It isn't in the most beautiful of areas and I do believe I saw someone urinating in the fountain just last night. I passed it off as a drunk, but since nobody has come to clean the area, I think maybe we have chosen to live in a more seedy part of the area.

The cost of Real Estate in Divinity's Reach, though, requires us to do so. I'm not poor, by any means, but I do need to live in the city in hopes of courting a new position. As I watch my twelve-year-old draw, belly-down on the floor, I imagine a life for her where justice and honor is properly served and her mother is someone that she could be proud of as much as my own parents were to me.

I cannot shake the shame of what happened to her father. I remember the day he died as it wakes me night after night. My daughter still crawls into my bed some nights when she is nervous, especially in our new home, and in our new home, my night terrors have returned. The poor girl has safety no where. In her own bed, she fears being alone and in my bed she fears her mother screaming in her sleep.

Last night the dream was the same. I lied with a White Mantle sword through my thigh that quivered with the beating of my heart. One beat, the sword shook, two beats, the sword shook, and as I lost more blood, the metronome blade slowed. I aid in a pool of red that was barely discernable on my dark skin and the deep fabrics of my Shining Blade combat uniform. Across from me, barely out of reach of my fingers was my shagaf, my desire, my Exemplar, Marten Post. As I lied screaming, injured and dying and he laid on his stomach, also injured, our fingers reached to one another and just as my fingers touched his for the last time, his legs were pulled by two cultists and he was dragged into the forests around the Hunting Lodge.

I've worn the bottoms of my feet to bloody steaks in the amount of time I've spent searching for him, but no sign of him or his body have been found. When this happened, Erelah was about three years old. I hadn't married Marten yet. Erelah and I have spoken on occasion about her father, and she remembers his face, his features, maybe even as vividly as I do. She has so many of them. She has his blue eyes, his smile, and his fire.

It has been nine years since the only man I ever loved was taken from me. I have yet to find another, not even bed another. While I realize I have the opportunity to provide a father for my daughter, and my parents, even nine years later, even with me at age 34, even with my daughter at age 12, they pressure me to find a husband to help raise my daughter.

My daughter is a fighter. I have done quite well without a man in my life and I will continue to do so. Now that she is old enough to look after herself, I have chosen a path that will help us both.

She will never quite understand what happened the night on the battlefield when her father died, but I expect she will be sad to know the truth of her mother. Her father attempted to save her and her mother failed to protect him completely in the line of duty, and because of that failure, she broke the family forever.

My beautiful daughter, she looks up to me as a hero, and it is for the best because after failing her with my sword, the least I could do for her is lead a lifestyle of honor and respect, but I can do more. I will do more. In the name of Justice and Kormir.

The Shining Blade promoted me after the fight our outpost had against the White Mantle. Many reported heroic deeds on my part in the heat of battle, I was handed my betrothed's rank and position, but when it became clear that my injuries were too great, I was forced to retire after two short years of ruling by bedside, chair, or cane. I did not join the Shining Blade to push paperwork, but my failure to protect my leader ensured it. Quite the punishment, I would say.

By the six, my leg itches today. Why is my scar on fire?