#finnula lore

[return-of-the-unicorns]

blindsided

BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

The waning moon hung in the sky, barely a sliver. Instead light from Shade's floating glow orbs gave the odd group illumination. Finnula stops at the borders of her family's historical land. And then she steps forward, the rest following them onto the lands. Despite it being high summer the apple grove stood barren and leafless. Finn frowned deeply, brows furrowing and hastened her movements. An hour's travel brought Finn to their home village.

They stopped dead in their tracks. Everything was ruins, with only the foundations and tumbled limestone left of her family home. Standing in the ruins was a red haired man of 18 winters, his eyes violet and the mark of a third eye on his forehead. Finnula picked up her pace and pratically slammed into the man, pulling him close. “FINLOCH! You're... alive?” They pause and eye him, his aura vibrant. Everything she had, but the gleam of fang and the uncomfrotable movement of the fera behind her told them that he wasn't alive. Not to mention the couple of thousand years that had passed. “You're salubri like me.” A slight grin spread over her face.

Red was welling up in his eyes, but he dashed it away. “I saw you die Finn. I saw you on that field. And I lost my control. When I came to a man was standing beside me. He offered me the night. And I accepted. He had Rayzeal embrace you, and... I went with him.” Finnula didn't pick up the slight twitch of his face, too enraptured in finding her twin again to care.

“What happened to our home, Fin?” They asked, looking around.

He shrugged. “Invaders, raiders from Saxony. Come, I have much to show you. I heard you were a sorcerer.” He smiled. “We've always been so alike. Come, see my work.” He pulled at her hand, and led them to an underground magical laboratory.

Finnula began to walk along, and eye the things. The sort of sigils, the texts. They stopped, it dawning on them. The land, now a blasted heath. The loss of their people. The unease of her companions.

“Finloch... you're...”

He smirked. “An Infernalist? We've always been opposites in many ways dear sister.”

“You BASTARD.” Finnula launched herself at him, sword drawn.

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♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

With the first harvest summer was over, but the land was at its hottest now. Finn lay in the grass head to head with Finloch. It was too hot to really do anything except strip to your unders and jump into the cold still waters of the lake. As they had been doing. Tomorrow there would be more work, as there always was.

But today, work was done and everyone could just enjoy themselves.

“I can't believe we're gonna be 18 this winter.” She murmurs. “I'm going to have to go into more intense bardic training. And, didn't Papa say you were going to continue your diplomatic training.” All she heard from her twin was a snore and softly laughed. “We're going to make the best team. Forever.”

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A choice to be made

He was family. Finn looked at him, her violet eyes meeting his. Slowly she reaches down and pulls his vibrant red curls out of his face. “That was our home.” She breathed. “You desecrated it. You... how much of our line did you kill?”

Finloch looks up, his own violet eyes harsh. “I'm not a kinslayer, Sister.” His voice is even. “Are you?” A smirk plays on his lips, his sharp canines visible. “Could you be?”

Your Mistress wouldn't care for that now would she?

Finn flinched at her brother's mind voice. Her brother, her sire. Salout's last childe. Her only remaining family.

Turning on her heel Finn stalks a distance away while she hears a cold reprise of her brother's full and vibrant laugh rip from that thing's mouth. She knew she couldn't kill him, he was her sire, her was her brother, family. That would break her path towards Golconda.

Nor could she let the desecration of their home go without reprisal.

Feeling Cuchulain's dilemma there sister? You really are a little wolf bitch, Good as a Lupine.

Finn looked to her friends, feeling the power of Adara's misted mind protecting her. Sadakha's serene mind, Stoney and Stalwart Lorien, Fleeting Shade and how close they were as people. Communication was instant and Finn turned back to her twin.

“No, I am not a Kinslayer, Finloch Fiannia.

But you have turned against blood and land. I cannot let that go unpunished.”

She felt Lorien's massive cold hand rest on her shoulder, dwarfing it.

She felt the power of death coming from Shade, Life from Sadakha. Adara's mastery of the spirits.

The power flowed into her and she turned to face her twin brother, her third eye opening and gleaming with vibrant purple light.

“Return to Mortality, brother.” Her hand rests on the side of his face and she feels him scream as his third eye retreats and a pillar of iridescence erupts from where they are standing.

Then, silence. A human, a mortal stood before them before simply falling over.

Finn looks down, feeling something wash over her. Peace.

An impossible choice. And a third option taken.

Golconda as a reward.

Centuries later, adventures later, Finn feels her eyes widen.

There he stands, three eyes restored.

Aura gleaming golden.

A smile spreads over her face and she runs towards him.

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❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

I was wrong about you. And if I can be wrong about you, maybe I can be wrong about other people too. Maybe even about me.

– S

I've seen Spirals return to Howling.

Everyone... can return from the depths.

And you are hardly a Spiral Dancer.

And being around you, it has improved me as well. I was getting my head in the stars, as mirrors tend to do. Thank you