. when she is born, she knows only fear, when she walks, she knows only pain. when she weeps, she is taught only shame, and when she loves, she then knows what it means to hate.
When Mekare danced the ahse'ayan to appease her Gods as their given High Priestess, she gave more than form and beauty, she sacrificed all of that which was her given spirit; the manifest of the soul that the Gods had originally seen as the most blessed of her divine attributes. Mekare's dances brought fortune and grace, the cycle of crops and the sun that had given them light and those that knelt beneath them, each performance would sometimes span on for hours, even days, done so with abandon and ritual to the chanting praises of her guild. Being a collective of thirteen Godly anointed children, fallen and christened and risen by the given pantheon of their worship. Mekare's sister, and one of the thirteen Dasandi, Mahante, danced for the cycle of the moon and the pull of the waves to bless the crops her sister blessed just as well. However, when Mekare was called to dance before the Gods, Mahante burned and coiled with a jealousy of terrifying conflagration that would summon onto her, the creature known as Ealla'hn, possessed of power and magic so fierce that her loyalty and worship was nearly swayed by impression alone. In his approach, Ealla'hn wanted her beauty and the prowess she boasted behind her dance of the moon and wave, in exchange, he would use his magic to give to her the form of a viper that rivaled the power of the Goddess, Cjarsa, who was wreathed in much the same image.
For the exchange, however, Ealla'hn was to gift the similar form to her children and the children unto after her, by the blessing of his own demented love for her beauty and art. Such a device though would be soon discovered by her sister, Mekare, when the power of Ealla'hn too whispered into her, for he was of greed and wanted her beauty and power too, sort of a pair; Mahante and Mekare in both his bed and arsenal to overthrow the worship of their Gods.
In fear of his power, Mekare danced the ancient ahse'ayan much like she did before their Gods, in hopes to seduce him and free his sudden hold over her sister so that he'd be at her feet, undone by her own magic. In his rapture, Ealla'hn gave unto Mekare the form of blessed wings from that of a falcon. In her performance, however, there was a disturbance of the balance she and the Dasandi had ruled and sought to preserve, the Gods coveted Mekare's dancing for so long, and to witness her performance before another was viewed as a form of worship to the facility that was Ealla'hn and the secondary forms the two sisters now commanded. Mekare pleaded that he also bequeath these forms to the Dasandi, her followers and fellow worshipers given grace of serpents and avian alike.
The balance was distraught, the balance was thus now forsaken and the Gods, along with it.
Mahante was mad with the concept of betrayal at both Mekare and Ealla'hn's endeavors, through her madness she caused a rift between the Dasandi and began to dwell deep into the blackened magic that her lover performed, reaping Mekare with sorrow at the loss of her sister and her previous attempts to save her. In her fury of agony and sudden rage, she swelled into her falcon form, her shriek one of acute pain, her magic rising higher to a christening platform of terrible manifestation. Her power simultaneously ruptured, and the rest of the Dasandi left wrought within her manifest and Mahante and her own guild afflicted. With her power too severe, Mahante and her followers came together with the Dasandi in attempt to placate her rage, in this, they dived deep into the Elchn, a void of nothingness that was said to be the plane of Gods. By their beseeching words and pleas, the Gods took the magic that Ealla'hn had woven into Mekare's wings and gave the flight of a golden hawk to a child of their choosing, one meant to succeed and surpass the beauty Mekare had too once been chosen for.
She would come to be known as Manaev, as the Mother.
With Mekare's power, and soul, fractured, she abandoned her dances and worships, fleeing to the North where she would come to her magic once again, and to raise her falcon children in seclusion. Mahante fled to the East with her followers to erect a palace meant for the Serpentine and to raise their children within peace and to practice her power in private, with Ealla'hn as her Diente - her King. When the twin sisters fled, Manaev's power was greatly weakened, but not without securing her own palace where the Avians would come to raise their children within the West where once power was only found, whilst the remaining Dasandi took to the South in attempts to preserve their worship to their Gods, and to perhaps one day hear their praise, even with being long since abandoned.
Thus History was told to pass, and the world we know it has come to be. With the children of the Three.
For the exchange, however, Ealla'hn was to gift the similar form to her children and the children unto after her, by the blessing of his own demented love for her beauty and art. Such a device though would be soon discovered by her sister, Mekare, when the power of Ealla'hn too whispered into her, for he was of greed and wanted her beauty and power too, sort of a pair; Mahante and Mekare in both his bed and arsenal to overthrow the worship of their Gods.
In fear of his power, Mekare danced the ancient ahse'ayan much like she did before their Gods, in hopes to seduce him and free his sudden hold over her sister so that he'd be at her feet, undone by her own magic. In his rapture, Ealla'hn gave unto Mekare the form of blessed wings from that of a falcon. In her performance, however, there was a disturbance of the balance she and the Dasandi had ruled and sought to preserve, the Gods coveted Mekare's dancing for so long, and to witness her performance before another was viewed as a form of worship to the facility that was Ealla'hn and the secondary forms the two sisters now commanded. Mekare pleaded that he also bequeath these forms to the Dasandi, her followers and fellow worshipers given grace of serpents and avian alike.
The balance was distraught, the balance was thus now forsaken and the Gods, along with it.
Mahante was mad with the concept of betrayal at both Mekare and Ealla'hn's endeavors, through her madness she caused a rift between the Dasandi and began to dwell deep into the blackened magic that her lover performed, reaping Mekare with sorrow at the loss of her sister and her previous attempts to save her. In her fury of agony and sudden rage, she swelled into her falcon form, her shriek one of acute pain, her magic rising higher to a christening platform of terrible manifestation. Her power simultaneously ruptured, and the rest of the Dasandi left wrought within her manifest and Mahante and her own guild afflicted. With her power too severe, Mahante and her followers came together with the Dasandi in attempt to placate her rage, in this, they dived deep into the Elchn, a void of nothingness that was said to be the plane of Gods. By their beseeching words and pleas, the Gods took the magic that Ealla'hn had woven into Mekare's wings and gave the flight of a golden hawk to a child of their choosing, one meant to succeed and surpass the beauty Mekare had too once been chosen for.
She would come to be known as Manaev, as the Mother.
With Mekare's power, and soul, fractured, she abandoned her dances and worships, fleeing to the North where she would come to her magic once again, and to raise her falcon children in seclusion. Mahante fled to the East with her followers to erect a palace meant for the Serpentine and to raise their children within peace and to practice her power in private, with Ealla'hn as her Diente - her King. When the twin sisters fled, Manaev's power was greatly weakened, but not without securing her own palace where the Avians would come to raise their children within the West where once power was only found, whilst the remaining Dasandi took to the South in attempts to preserve their worship to their Gods, and to perhaps one day hear their praise, even with being long since abandoned.
Thus History was told to pass, and the world we know it has come to be. With the children of the Three.
There is a war that has carried on for years now, centuries almost, wherein the origins of such has been lost to time and countless encounters between both the Hn'Adir, the Avians and the Serpentine, each side has lost leaders, lovers, brothers and sisters, and even children. With such an eternity of death that canters after every individual that dares fly or cross across the lands tainted and sewn with blood and tears, it wears down the soul and hinders the spirit of magic. The political strain is compounded by the recent slaying of the Tuulia Thane, the Queen of the Avians by her Alistaire who was a Falcon named Ahnkamek during their attempt at peace through an arranged marriage. Such was made possible by the volatile penetration of Cobra venom in its' most lethal form, directly taken from the serpent, such was a direct violation of a rather flimsy treaty signed by the current leaders so that their heirs might grow without assassination attempts.
Now that such an opportunity has been horribly squandered, the war efforts have redoubled anew, with the ascension of a new Tuulia Thane coming to pass along with the crowning of a new Diente: King of the Serpentine, and the Empress of the Hn'Adir quietly plotting within the ivory towers of the Falcon Lands to end this war, once and for all. Everything hangs on a thin precipice, baited and strung by the endeavors of every individual that dares takes to their wings or fangs.
Now that such an opportunity has been horribly squandered, the war efforts have redoubled anew, with the ascension of a new Tuulia Thane coming to pass along with the crowning of a new Diente: King of the Serpentine, and the Empress of the Hn'Adir quietly plotting within the ivory towers of the Falcon Lands to end this war, once and for all. Everything hangs on a thin precipice, baited and strung by the endeavors of every individual that dares takes to their wings or fangs.
// this a single time plot, so only one applicant for this go around.
// consider your own limitations before applying, this story will have multiple characters and perspectives.
// this is a heavy fantasy setting with tons of lore, with various touches of settings to fantasy elements - considers LOTR for a visual effect.
// in case such wasn't clear, the characters are shapeshifters, children of the previously mentioned women in the history prelude above. such forms include a multitude of birds and snakes, so the possibility is endless. including some incredibly rare hybrids, but we will go over that later.
// post within the thread so that i will receive a notification and we shall deliberate from there.
// consider your own limitations before applying, this story will have multiple characters and perspectives.
// this is a heavy fantasy setting with tons of lore, with various touches of settings to fantasy elements - considers LOTR for a visual effect.
// in case such wasn't clear, the characters are shapeshifters, children of the previously mentioned women in the history prelude above. such forms include a multitude of birds and snakes, so the possibility is endless. including some incredibly rare hybrids, but we will go over that later.
// post within the thread so that i will receive a notification and we shall deliberate from there.
