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Aloha!
You're washed up ashore an island. The day is glowing bright overhead, and is beating down on you merrily, not caring for your sun burnt face and soaked skin. Ah well, least you'll get dry. You sigh. Where are you? What can you do here in this wasteland?
A black shape is trotting down the shore, smiling almost as brightly as the sun, nope, he's smiling even brighter. His light blue eyes remind you of the ocean, but at his tail tip is a firey end, and his ashen hide is marred by daubed spots of dye, of red and yellow. He's like the sunset that fades to night. With bangs of yellow and red as well, and an electric movement he looks full of spark.
His wings are half-ripped leaving merely small stumps but other than that affliction he looks quite well, glossy, and lean. His muscles ripple, clearly he's been relaxing for quite awhile on this lovely island.
Aloha! he calls out. "Welcome to Alue-aila!
Tilting an ear, he smiles. With only a beak, it's something to do with the eyes to make that smile. "Pronounced Ah-lou-eye-lah by the way" Smiling he strides contently along the sand next to you. "so what are you doing here in my lovely home?" He enquires politely.
Trying to get to my own home" you admit.
Awww but this place is great!" He bounds off, firey tail narrowly missing you, he beckons by a small wing gesture. "Come on!" He obviously want you to follow. "By the way, my name's Avian"
Current Plot
|Dear Diary|19|2|07|
I'm turning over a new leaf, the Retaliation-draiks can't find me here on Alue-aila. So I'm finally at peace, I hope it lasts. I'm a bit afraid of the surf, but after awhile you can grow used to them, and then fears gone. I'm always smiling these days and flying about, my fire powers are becoming even more controllable even though I'm letting them spark whenever they like. I guess now the stress has gone, well....
Story
You wish to know my origins? My story?
Yes
He starts, flowing from each and every word, emotion, passion, sorrow, sadness, and above all of prejudice.
Thousands of years ago Ash Lord Ravenkai gave fire to man, handing the power the phoenixes had guarded jealously from the mortals. This had been the era of magic. The Atlanteans; the blood-magikoy. The Great Incarnates; such as the Skartullivay of bad-luck and Cupid of Love. And the great mythics, such as the phoenixes.
But the Great Incarnates were dying at the hands of the Fallen Angel of Love, the passion-igniter, the wolf who serves Lucifer alone, Rheaserta. The Atlanteans had all but died, and the only survivor was a non-believer, who did not agree with his culture. And now the Phoenixes fell as well. For their fire was being drained by man.
Revenkai cried molten tears of lava. He had told man not to overtax the fire of the phoenixes. The Fire-Ruby. He had let them tap it, but they treated it like a machine. Never-Ending. And without the source of their life force, the phoenixes were dying. He walked to the Ruby, staring at it's pale pink flesh. It was once blood-crimson in colour, but that had changed. He heard shouts of men as they broke through the barricade he had made to stop them from harming it. They rushed in.
They knocked him aside, his blood loosed from his veins onto his feathers and flesh. He screamed. For Phoenix blood burnt all, even themselves. "Stupid Bird" they cackles, and poked spears into his skin. They didn't seemed to know, or most likely didn't care he had given them their use of the fire in the first place. He screeched again and again. His flesh burned. His feathers fell down in torrents where spears ripped them out. Here he raised azure eyes to see them drain the last of its power.
He severed the connection to his body. His mind soared as he body turned to ash and crumbled to dust. And as a sentient, invisible, mist, he watched the humans drain more out of the crystal. The Ash Clan that was attached to this jewel was dying. But he had already died. So he might survive, if he reincarnated into another creature.
The jewel turned black, fire drained, it then shattered into small pieces of ash. Flint.
He watched as the humans became pincushions, no longer caring.
Scores of days past, the remaining phoenixes were dead, or inhabiting other bodies, he had to choose, or he would evaporate in a few more hours. He rushed into a body. And thus Revenkai became an eyrie. And he always would reincarnate into one now, for to take a phoenix body once more was death.
He learnt that his brethren had become Draiks, and had named themselves as Retali Draiks. He was named the Phoenix-Vendette. Whenever he died, he was born again, same of them and their dueling and his fleeing continued for many years.
Two parent eyries, watched their trio of eggs carefully. Eyes smiling. One of the Eyries, was a light cream color, with lilac streaks, the mother. The father was a deep-tan with gold wisps in places. And so with wild expectancy, they watched their eggs.
The first one hatched. A cream, lilac-streaked female trotted out, her eyes were the green of her father's though, rather clashing really, but they didn't mind. Leylelle, they named her.
The second hatched, a deep-tan, with lilac streaks and cream patches was eying them from within. Those eyes were the mother's amethyst. Torak they called him.
The third egg quivered, then fissures occurred in it's sides. A black mass was within, curled firmly up. The father prodded a blunt claw at the bundle, and it squirmed, allowing red-yellow-red bangs and the brief flicker of azure eyes to be seen.
The mother smiled as she could. "Ssssh
The father looked at her cheekily. "Well that little lazy-wings is certainly alive
The mother chuckled, and her blunt claws deftly fished the circle of ash-fluff out of the egg, but she almost dropped him, as if bitten, some of her paw fur had burnt away. They inspected the youngster. He had unfurled, a male. He had the brightest blue eyes you ever saw, and a fluffy-red tail-tip which oddly enough was very warm, but could not account for the burn, so they dismissed it.
Naming him Avian. Meaning Bird. For they had chosen names from the respecting families the other two had resembled. But he resembled no one.
Dear, I wonder where he got the black fur and blue eyes" said the mother that night, as she snuggled up with her cubs.
Well, mayhap my great-grandfather gave him the yellow, and your father gave him the red, but the blue eyes and black fur is a mystery
Yes it is
Then they spoke little more of it
Surprisingly enough the sleepy youngster, turned out to have a fiery and gentle personality, and was involved in many a mock fight with Leylelle, Torak turned out to be more of a stealthy hunter. But there was thing Avian topped them all in. Flying. As soon as he was but days old, he had mastered flight, beyond his father's or mother's or anyone they knew's skill. Even upside-down, backwards, hovering, and dozens of other 'circus tricks' as his siblings and father called them. His mother enjoyed them though not as much as he did.
At a few weeks old, the pair, Leylelle and Avian, sneaked into the woods to play-fight as it was banned back home. At that time a feral kougress from the Ennien camp, stealing food for her new kits, prepared to kill them.
She tore her claws out and leapt for Leylelle. Avian shrieked. And plunged at her, his razor-sharp 'claws' raking at her eyes. She slapped him over the head with her paw, stunning him. His world wobbled unsteadily, but she was about to kill Leylelle. What could he do?
He ran at her, suddenly, by reflex unnamed, not a natural one at least, his tail swung in front of him, the red-gold tip turning to fire. He smashed into her. Her fur stunk of burnt hairs, and she ran, her tail fluffed and bristling.
But far from being pleased with him, his family was furious.
Avian rolled over whimpering as he was struck once more by his father, but this time something within him snapped. Fire shot about him, fending back the enraged father who backed off respectfully. The family fled into the forest, leaving him prone upon the ground, blue eyes staring at nothing.
Picking himself up, he limped after his family, too tired to fly, too tired to run or even walk. No he merely limped. Into the wood he went, yelping with each flaming step he took. Into the dark forest where strange hunters and shadows leered and jeered at him in the darkness. He was grateful for the tail-tip of fire, but was growing hysterical over the fire that seemed to spring up where he trod and all about him, sining everything excepting himself.
In this fashion he walked on and on until he reached the family's new nest several months later. Crying out softly he tried to enter his home and curl up with his chick-siblings. Leylelle started out of the nest, and attacked him. "Go fire-monster!" she shrieked. "You aren't welcome here!
Avian started forward once more, too distraught to yell back at her, he just wanted to sleep...
Leylelle flung herself bodily at him. "Go!" she screamed insanely. A Phoenix-Vendette was a great danger to the family and this fire-monster had to leave! She ripped at him, tearing with vicious talons, he rolled over submissively, too weak to oppose her as she tore out his wings and left him bleeding. Where the blood touched Avian and Leylelle, they screamed with pain for it was phoenix-blood, fire began to burn up in ululating waves around them, Leylelle was on fire, so was he, so was the nest. He fled, and the fires on his fur smouldered out of existance, but as he sat panting, bleeding all over, the raw pain merely of touching his blood making him gasp for air, as he sat, he saw them all burn to death, and screaming in shock as he snapped to awareness, and out of a trance, he fled, destruction raining down around him like fallen stars and angels.
Me!
|Full Name|:|AvianPyre Phoenix-Vendette|
|Alias|:|Avian|
|Age|:|Immortal/Unknown|
|Gender|:|Male|
|Race|:|Phoenix-Eyrie|
|Appearance|:|Usually black with red-yellow paints and bangs. Firey tail tip and ripped wings. When in flame-form is entirely made of fire. Always has blue eyes. Flame Form has full-wings.|
|Psyche|:|Optimistic, Enthusiast, friendly. Sombre, loyal, care-free, trusting and noble|
|Current Mood|:|Hyper|
|Lust|:|Uh....o.o no..|
|Love:|Nope, why?|
|Likes|:|The Ocean, flying, Alue-aila, sand, the beach.|
|Dislikes|:|Fire, destruction, chaos, death, rain and coconuts..o.o don't ask.|
|Skills|:|Can summon, manipulate, and transmute fire. Whole body can turn to flames. Regenerates.|
|Flaws|:|Overly Serious and Trusting, can go hyper-happy, when he faints he turns to ash, tends to accidental burn thing, fire can be effected by his mood, a bit fearful of doing the right thing but still wants to do it.|
|Muse|:|Alias|
|Roleplay|:|Open!|
Sand Castles
Only this time I've built quite a few sand-sculptures that look like me. I think they're quite pretty actually...
Cousins by Blood
Jinx is quite an enigma. Now the evil entity inside her body has been locked up, but I wonder if it can get out. She was quite powerful but now she's having a great time being vaguely normal.
More to come xP
Cousins by Life
Smookie is my friend I guess. She helped me find Alue-aila. Plus she can stand some heats. I quite like her company, and sometime I give her a nice air-line service. Her brother is currently dating Jinx I think, rather sweet really...
Ocean Currents
Ride my Wave?
Surfs Up!
He smiles as you trot along the shore. He suddenly takes off with a flurry of hastily built-up flames and then lands, and surf-board clutched in his talons. "come on!" You realize he has two, he hands you one and rushes with his own, balancing his own across his wing-stumps and runs down to the waves as the sunset glistens off them. Your feet toss sand up as you hurry down to join him.
Togetehr you paddle into the bright sunlit sea, Avian careful to keep his firey tail above the water. He smiles and points out a likely spot. "Look! Those waves look really good!" he paddles over and beckons you. Maybe you shouldn't leave just yet...
Some very important stuff
I've been forced to defend this design quite vigorously mostly because it's quite interesting and eye-catching. Hard to draw but brilliant effect. Look it was the first pet design I came up with, and has always been my favourite. I love nothing more than to draw Avian, so if anyone steals it I hate it. So let's get a few things straight.
Avian's design is quite unique, the paint-pattern is complex and unique. The fire-tail-tip is entirely mine so steal and burn! I have never seen it before and better not see it since!
Ripped Wings..perhaps are a bit too general to be unique, same for Phoenixes and stuff, but his bangs are actually quite unique, I don't claim them because they are general, but well, please don't use it anyway, I've never seen his fringe before and I'd rather it stayed that way, kay?
And as for the Island of Alue-Aila. I made it up xP So that's mine too, but you can ask, tis a nice name for an island.
