[center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/49/95/da499503527b508ec434f9bdd33ea60d.jpg[/img] [h3]Mair, Champion of Souls[/h3][/center] [hr] She flew upon a brisk wind, far and away from her people’s land. Many moons had passed since then, with many new events to mark the passing of time. Some were more difficult to process then others, whilst some had surely gone without notice. Still, she had been doing as her maker asked- exploring, being his eyes and ears in these Giant Lands. She had gone about naming it something else though. A better term for one whose eyes were always watching and learning. The Land Betwixt. She felt loneliness often, for she knew another was exploring as well. One just like her. She knew not where he was, only that she carried hope enough he would be alright. Worse, her people were far away too, across the land, further and further from her reach. So much land between, full of vales and mountains, meadows and prairies, with rivers, streams, and creeks. All manner of things, like the herds of horned beasts that turned the land into brown seas. Or the mass of the tusked ones that shook the earth as they walked. Once these things had amazed her but now they were only quick glances. A nod of acknowledgement. For this is what their God had wanted from them. To explore and gain knowledge. What knowledge could one gain from seeing the same sights over and over again if they never changed? Perhaps she was foolish, or slacking and maybe she would even be punished for such actions but Mair found herself caring little as the days crept on. She stopped at times to witness new events, like when she had stumbled upon a ghostly mist, which she had thought was a fading soul, taking the form of water to protect a young calf of some animal from a pack of hungry predators that stood as tall as she did. One blast of water from the lingering soul was enough to scatter the would-be attackers. Mair left with a sense of awe and could not wait to tell her twin. But it was that thought which sullied her mood once more and she flew on. Once she came across a sight that still haunted her, sending shivers down her spine at the mere thought. It had been a dark night when she found a perch in a warm tree, she had learned to be careful as animals could not differentiate her being something more than another prey item. It did help that she was smaller and most left her alone, not wanting to expend too much energy trying to catch her. Her other issue was that she was stark white, even in raven form. Her feathers were not black and her eyes were not dark but a colorful blue, or so she had seen at a small pond once. The still water revealed much to her, both raven and Voiran form. She was disappointed by her appearance. Too dainty and small in a world of giants. Not much physicality with her form either, though she felt perfectly strong. Perhaps it had been what their maker had intended, or not, she just couldn’t question it all that much. But back in that tree, she felt comfy enough to sleep. Until she heard something terrifying. Like the death throes of a crowned beast but twisted into something dark. There came a mighty crack and the thunderous crashing of footsteps beneath the trees. Down into the abyss below but ever curious, Mair investigated. What she found altered her perception of the Land Betwixt once again. With quiet flaps she glided down to a lower branch and bore witness to a grisly sight. A creature was feasting upon a slain beast. It did not look like any predator she had ever seen before, for it was far too decayed and smelled like putrefying death. It looked like a crowned beast, with mighty antlers, but that was where the similarity ended. For it stood on two legs, like she did in her other form, and was far too lanky and misshapen. It ate and ate but it never stopped, even when the meat within it overflowed and crashed out onto the ground with sickly plops. It made her gag and that had been the moment of her mistake. It looked at her within a split second, flaming green eyes like slits within the dark honing into her exact spot. Mair froze. A hundred thoughts entered her head at that moment. Could it tell what she was? Would it care? Would it come after her? But though it stared for several seconds, it must have lost interest in her and went back to its meal. After all, she was just a morsel compared to the beast it gorged itself upon. Right? She didn’t care to find out and left rather quickly, never looking back. That had been weeks ago, and it still stuck out to her. Had it been some sort of dream or test by the maker? Had it been her imagination? Perhaps… Perhaps her twin had had a similar experience? Hopefully her people would be alright if that thing came prowling their way. She could only hope. Mair continued on, much of what she had seen recurring in different ways or shapes. Forests became plains, plains become forests or hills or mountains and ravines. Animals looked mostly the same as well, some variations, like large birds that she did fear or the ones that flew by her, with inquisitive expressions. Those ones always gave her a surprise but they were friendly enough. It wasn’t until she felt for certain she was thousands upon thousands of wingbeats from home did she finally meet something truly amazing. Her people were not alone. For she had found another. They were people, not pale like her but dark skinned and tall. So very tall. They had long black hair and different faces, much narrower with higher cheekbones. And they were all women, who fed sticks and logs to some demon of rage. The demon never attacked, nor did it seem very much alive, but to her eyes it was as if they kept it alive for warmth? She watched them for days, first from a distance but then she flew closer and closer. Over that time something even more strange happened. Their demon of rage became blue, like her eyes and Mair felt a pull. She had never seen such opaline beauty before. But this proved to be a mistake on her part, for as she flew down upon a stick, so entranced by the pull, she did not see the woman before it was too late. Two hands grabbed either side of her, massive hands. So large in fact, they surrounded her small body completely. She struggled and squaked, trying in vain to escape that heavy grip and then she tried to bite but she couldn’t move her head. Fear settled in as a crowd gathered and then everything went dark. [hider=Summary] Wow, remember that champion that that one guy made and then he left? Well that would be Mair and she is on a mission by Voi to learn what’s in the giantlands. She sees many things and basically becomes really homesick but she keeps going on. Eventually she finds some Childan and gets snatched after she finds a really cool blue fire. What happens next… Well, just wait and see how it all comes together. [/hider] [hider=Spirit] Mair starting = 2 (From her birth post) +1 for post +1 for major char +1 for medium length = 5 [/hider]