The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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The end of autumna brought with it a chill that carried with it the promise of harsher days, and as one, the entire city prepared for more hardship. There were no good seasons in Elderkeep. When the weather was warm and growing warmer, the countdown to Tribute began. When the weather was cold and growing colder, threats to survival started to include frigid temperatures as well as the usual chance of starvation, bludgeoning from the Eldouir soldiers, and mind games of the redheaded overlords themselves. Nowhere was safe, but at least during the heat of aestas, she didn’t have to worry about freezing to death.
Citra wasn’t the only one concerned. As the days grew shorter, fires had a way of cropping up around Elderkeep with increasing frequency, and she took advantage of their heat and light whenever possible. Situated at the intersection of several different roads, this particular bonfire one was one of the few that had been built off to the side as opposed to in the center of the streets. That was why Citra liked it. Without a dyr’s keen senses and second set of eyes to supplement her own, she had developed a habit of keeping her back to the (often metaphorical) wall, where no one could approach her without her noticing. It was in such a position that she crouched by the edge of the fire, warming her hands with its flames.
Living alone in Elderkeep was dangerous. Living alone and dyrless in Elderkeep was all but daring death to strike. Citra always did her best to dodge such blows when they came, and so far, she had succeeded.
If it had been under better circumstances, it would have been beautiful, the way multiple bonfires lit the streets of Elderkeep each and every night. People gathered together, drinking, eating, talking. But sadly everyone was aware of why this way. It wasn't the way they were meant to live. Bonfires should be lit all throughout Dresmond, wherever the travelling caravans set up camp for the night. Instead they were holes up together in Elderkeep, their caravans bound to stay where their wheels had been broken to prevent the citizens from travelling.
Aydin had eaten some leftovers at their caravan, together with Ember who had made her help him find some bugs earlier in the day while they were out hunting. In silence they had consumed their meals, occasionally exchanging a few telepathic words. Then they had rested for a bit, and by the time Aydin woke up, she heard some faint voices not too far away. The person opened the door and saw a bonfire some 200 hundred meters away. Come check it out, Ember said. Aydin sighed but nodded, agreeing easily this time. The jerboa jumped up on her shirt before she draped a shawl around their shoulders to cover up. Ember liked hanging out near her shoulder, covered by some fabric.
The Dresmondi made their way over to the fire, nodding at some people that looked up when she appeared. The flames illuminated her face, allowing the people to see who she was: luckily just another citizen and not an Eldouir there to stir the pot. Aydin sat down and looked into the fire, absentmindedly throwing some rocks into it.
Illuminated by the light of the fire, dark eyes watched with suspicion as each new person approached, peering at their faces in an attempt to discern the threat posed by each arrival. For the most part, she could easily differentiate between a Dresmondi and an Eldouir from afar - the way they walked, the hair color, and the presence or absence of an animal at their side determined that - but even the company of the former did not guarantee safety. Not a day went by where she did not witness some sort of violence between Dresmondi.
Shifting slightly, Citra eyed the young woman who walked up to the flames and sat down nearby. As far as the teenager could tell, the newcomer had no obvious dyr, but that hardly meant anything given that dyrs came in all shapes and sizes. In addition to the stranger looking old enough to have one, Citra found it far safer to assume everyone posed a magical threat. After all, almost everyone did. The new girl began tossing rocks in the fire. Citra watched her for another long moment before turning away and casting another glance around at her surroundings.
The Dresmondi wasn't paying much attention to their surroundings. The dancing flames captivated them, and she didn't seem to be able to pull her eyes away from them. She continued to throw little rocks into the fire for some time, but eventually grew bored of doing so. The heath of the fire was making her feel too hot, so Aydin grabbed the shawl and jerked it off their shoulders. Meep! They had been so busy looking at the flames that she had completely forgotten about Ember sitting near her shoulder. One of his little nails had been stuck in the fabric of the shawl, causing him to be thrown through the air. The little creature landed near the feet of a young looking girl. A little panicked, Ember got on his long paws and jumped back over to Aydin, who was reaching out to him. Via her arm, he ran back to her shoulder, hiding slightly behind his person's neck. Aydin drew back her arm and put her hands in her lap.
Now she had become aware of the girl's presence. Prior to that, they hadn't really paid attention to anyone specific. She looked like a teenager still, and she seemed to be just as withdrawn and anti-social as Aydin had been al their life. For a second they wondered if the girl had went through a shitty childhood too. "Why are you alone?" Aydin asked, before she even realised it. "You're too young to be all by yourself."
A sudden movement drew Citra’s attention, an unknown object flying toward her. One hand falling automatically to the dagger on her thigh, she tensed and shifted to a more balanced crouch only to see a tiny dyr fleeing desperately toward the other girl. The odd critter hopped up its human’s outstretched arm and hid. Citra relaxed minutely, dark gaze drifting from the place she had last seen the rodent to the young woman’s face. Curiosity met guarded suspicion as they studied each other for a moment. Then the former spoke.
Silently, the teenager eyed the girl with the dyr before finally answering, “Who says I’m alone?” Solitude was a weakness, and weaknesses were not to be admitted lightly, even if they were true. By this Dresmondi’s standards, Citra might have been too young to be by herself, but that didn’t change the fact that she was - and had been forced to survive accordingly. ‘Should have’ meant nothing to her when hypotheticals had no bearing on reality. “Why are you alone?”
It took the girl a moment before she replied to the question, but then she did. Aydin raised an eyebrow and looked around, pretending to look for someone or a dyr that could be accompanying the young woman. She then returned her gaze to the other with a look of "be for real" on their face, even tilting her head to the side a bit to mock her. "Who says I'm alone?" they returned the question while Ember move to her other shoulder to make himself known. A Dresmondi was never truly alone if they had their dyr with them, and the girl should know that.
If the pointed look and raised eyebrow she gave Citra was any indication, the girl with the jerboa clearly doubted her implied insistence that she wasn’t alone. The teenager’s eyes narrowed slightly. Assumptions made, both by her and about her, at the wrong place and time could result in her death, and this young woman was making many of those, which only bothered Citra more because they were all correct.
A mocking question as the little rodent on her shoulder moved back into sight. Citra’s gaze flicked from the dyr to the girl. “You’re the one who assumed I was alone just because you can’t see my dyr,” Citra pointed out, rebutting the question. “If you don’t think you’re alone with just your dyr, then I’m not alone with just mine either.”
"You're a horrible liar", Aydin replied, leaning back and shaking their head. "If you hadn't been this hostile, Ember would've probably asked me to keep an eye out for you, but that ship has sailed." She held up a hand to silence the other if she were to begin talking. "Before you say you don't need someone looking out for you, save it." Her curls covered her face for a moment when she leaned forward to grab another rock to throw into the fire. "It's not me you have to have a grudge against, I'm no Eldouir, as you can tell." A silence fell, a silence that Aydin didn't want to fill. Let the little girl think about it for a second. There was no use in being so hostile towards a fellow Dresmondi, especially not if you didn't know what kind of person the other was. If she had been a bad person, she wouldn't have asked the girl why she was alone, she would've taken advantage of it.
Leaning back as if she had any right to judge Citra on her life or behavior, the Dresmondi delivered her opinion bluntly and had the audacity to demand silence from the teenager like she held any authority over her dyrless companion. As if she wasn’t crushed just as thoroughly beneath the Eldouir’s boots. At least Citra wasn’t delusional about her lot in life.
Still, her hackles rose at the suggestion that she needed looking after and the accompanying implication that she was some pathetic soul who needed saving. She did not need this stranger’s pity. She did not want this stranger’s pity, nor the strings that inevitably came with it. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” The words were stated with conviction. If the other girl didn’t know by now that most Dresmondi were just as dangerous as any Eldouir, then she had been living under a rock. Threats came in all shapes and sizes. “And I don’t need someone looking out for me.”
Aydin laughed, shaking her head again. "Okay little one. Have it your way." There was little else they had to say to the girl. "You may not think that I know what I'm talking about, but I'm pretty sure I know way more than you do." The person reached to grab another rock, but there were none left. Ember jumped up, used his powers to break a bigger rock into pebbles and twitched his ears in excitement. Aydin grabbed a bigger pebble that someone would feel if they were to get hit by it, and tossed it against a person sitting close to the girl. The man turned around, angrily looking at Citra as his dyr, a mean looking lynx, started growling at her. "Now look what you've done", Aydin smirked. She didn't appreciate hostility.
The little rodent, Ember, controlled earth - that much was obvious enough now that Citra had seen it in action, answering a silent question she hadn’t gotten around to asking. Dark eyes watched as the stranger picked up the larger of the pebbles and tossed it at a man sitting at the same fire, though far enough away that Citra had only kept a peripheral awareness of him. Her hand fell to the dagger on her thigh when the stone connected with its target, who turned to face her while the lynx at his side unleashed a low growl. “Mind your own business,” She told the pair, bristling herself, before standing up and peering down at the instigator of the trouble. “You may not be an Eldouir, but it seems to me like you’re doing your best to act like one.“ The girl with the jerboa dyr could pretend that she was some sort of savior all she wanted, yet here she was confirming everything Citra knew about those in Elderkeep: people were only nice when they thought they would get their way.
The man wasn't satisfied with this reaction, but Aydin put their hands up in an apologetic way. Just trying to teach the brat a lesson, Ember said to the hyena, who'd pass along the message to it's person. The man grunted and glared at Aydin for a moment before turning his back to them.
In the meanwhile, the girl had gotten up. "Well, come find me and rethink that statement once you've had the pleasure of meeting one of the Eldouir", they smirked. "Then you'll be wishing you were still sitting here alongside us." She rolled her eyes. "Gonna walk away now? Too much confrontation for a little girl?" Aydin pouted, mocking the young woman.
“What makes you think I haven’t.” Citra could feel a sneer curling her lip as she looked down at the condescending Dresmondi with the rodent dyr named Ember. Five years in Elderkeep would have been a long time to go without encountering any of the roaming redheads at least once. But she felt no desire to explain that to the woman at her feet, who mocked her as if mere words could wound her. “Yes.” The single word was cold, dismissive. “I have nothing to prove to you.” Then, hand on her dagger and prepared for an attack, Citra walked away. She would find a different fire to sit by.
They hadn't meant a casual run-in with an Eldouir. They had meant a fight or discussion with an Eldouir. The way this girl spoke to her wouldn't fly with a member of that family. But Aydin was growing tired of this useless conversation and decided to let it rest. Let the girl think she made a good point. What did they care? It was just some young, naive, stupid youngster that by the looks of it was too young to have experienced the Cave of Names, meaning in the end, Aydin was right about her being alone.
When being asked if she was going to leave, she simply said yes. Aydin ignored the coldness with which the single word was delivered and grinned at the girl's words while she left. As the girl was walking away, Aydin did a last annoying thing by throwing a rock after her. "So long, little one."
[END THREAD]
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2023 17:57:49 GMT -5 by Deleted