Welcome

to the edge of the earth...

an odd encounter

The light breeze played with your hair as you sat and admired the view. The mountains of Kawdon were very beautiful, and you had scampered your way up a tall ridge which faced west towards the ocean. The forest around these foot lands were rarely ventured because of the rocky terrain, but you had decided to explore never-the-less. And just as the sun touched the sea and began to plunge below the distant waves, you heard a rustle.
Oh! You jumped and spun around at the voice, it's not often we get visitors who come on foot here, this mountain is mainly ruled by birds. Well, there's the occasional goat or mountain lion, but that's about it. Sat behind you was a little peculiar bird. It looked like an owl, but clearly wasn't, and it's bright blue eyes bored into yours.
Oh, stop looking at me like that! I'm not exactly a full bird, I'm a type of griffin, A Rivian Avianous Strix Gryphus, but uh, that's quite a mouthful, so we are also known as the Rivian Whoot. She stared at you with a curious smile.
You know it's getting late, and there's mountain lion prowling these parts, so let's continue this conversation elsewhere. The whoot clicked her fingers... *poof*

A quaint little hollow

There was a blinding flash, and then you black out. Suddenly conscious but dizzy, you hold your hand against your head as you try to perceive what had happened. You were laid in some kind of room... a room of... wood? It was only until you sat up you realize you were sat in a cavernous hollow, and you supposed you were in some kind of tree. To your surprise you could actually stand because the hollow was so big. The walls were carved intricately with patterns, and it smelt of freshly cut wood. The Whoot was sat beyond your feet.
Don't look so surprised, it is custom use in these parts that we use crystals as sources of magic. It was a simple teleport spell, just to get us up this tree. In her hand sparkled some kind of gemstone. You look around dazed and in wonder, and behind you you spied bookshelf carved into the wall. The books were small but you realized were just the right size for a bird.
Oh dear, look how messy it is in here! I do apologize, Cure doesn't seem to be a very organised bird. You raise your eyebrows and before you could ask, I share this hollow with Cure. He is a Glarion bird, a very grand and prestigious bird of Rivian. But here in Kawdon, Whoots are often hired to help around the hollow because we are blessed with hands. She waved her extra pair of arms at you for emphasis before taking hold of a teapot. You supposed this Cure must be big to have such a large hollow.
Tea? The little Whoot hooted at you, but before you could reply, she poured you a cup and handed it to you. Oh how silly of me! She shouted, almost dropping the teapot and startling you. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Hortense! And this is my master's hollow, Cure. He is out right now, actually up in the mountains at the Kawdon retreat, something about a meeting of some sorts. She rolled her eyes and waved her hand as if to brush off the subject.

His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

summary


I'm having a rethink of Curetis's past. All I know is that most of his memory has been erased and somehow he ends up in the retreat in the high mountains of Kawdon to ensure his safety. It was a retreat of brothers and sisters who dedicated their lives to the studies of life. The laws of nature is what they were taught, in the hopes of one day becoming a master. They took Curetis in, unknowing of his origins apart from that he was from Glarion, and taught him to become a brother. Curetis, after studying countless different subjects, felt he belonged most to the art of Medicine.

Being such a strong flyer, Cure was found to be the most adequate retriever for the ingredients for the medicines; for he was a master at weather interpretation and could journey through unpredictable and ever-changing weather in the region of Kawdon with such grace. Cure, unlike many others, understood how the air rose and fall and how to use the different pockets of currents to his advantage. He knew the mountains and the surrounding area like the back of his wing. He was one of the very few members of the retreat who would leave its safety and travel the surrounding lands, and he was renowned for it.

Cure knew off by heart where each different herb, plant, flower and root grew in the land of Kawdon. But most importantly of all, he knew where the cave lay in the mountain, one which held an underground stream which cut for miles and miles into the deep Earth. It was in there, with his little Whoot, a master miner and its Lightmite, they could explore the underground shafts and retrieve the mystical crystals to cure the sick.


His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 1


Ouch.
I flinched when he plucked the first feather. It was the smallest... I wish he had just gotten it over and done with and picked out the largest one first. I would really miss my crest feathers...

But I was part of the army now. And the lieutenant did not care to be careful towards me, even despite my status and what it meant to him. I was glad though; being royal was far from a treat. If I could escape it, I would. I'd pluck my whole body bare if it meant so. My brother is king and he is a great ruler; so seriously, who needed me?

He moved onto the largest, the last one. I steadied myself for the pain. And when it was done, I watched it as it fell gently to the ground. I would miss my crest, I really would. Of course it would grow back, but being part of the army, the Glarion army, we had to make sacrifices. The plucking of the crest showed that despite being birds of Rivian, known for their beauty over all others, we were not vain. I however think that was just a fancy excuse over the fact that, without our giant crest feathers, our battle rebelliar would fit over our heads better.

The rest of my regiment gawked when my helm was brought out. It was the first time I had seen it. It looked newly cast, a gorgeous deep golden colour, and the design in it's face was very intricately ingraved. A few little crystals sat on it too. Hmpf, was this really necessary? It was far more beautiful than anyone else's, save the King's of course. And we call ourselves not vain, how ironic.

The helmet was placed and my regiment bowed. I could feel the magic buzz through me as soon as it was placed. The crystals, I reminded myself. Crystals were known for their power. The Sky Talons, the name of our Regiment, was the top in our army. We were known to be the best fliers in all of Rivian. And we used a special type of crystal; Peridot, known to give strength of the heart to its wearer. Already I could feel confidence brimming through me.

After the ceremony was done, I took off my helm and picked up my newly plucked crest feather. I wanted to keep it, as a memory of my past life... I then headed back to my hollow, pondering. I had just been made second in command in the Glarion Army. And comprehending the sheer enormity of fact was difficult, even for me...


His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 2


Bank right! Cure shouted to the private. He stared in disbelief when the whole team banked right, yet one near the front of the V, started to fly the opposite way. The formation was broken and a huge gust of wind battled through them, driving them off course. I said right! He cawed out, and the bird noticed his mistake and in a flurry caught up with them again. Cure sighed out. It was his brother's idea to train these young un's to become new members of the army. He was immediately suspicious, why would he need more recruitments? Cure thought to himself. Why was he growing his army all of a sudden, when we already had plenty of highly trained soldiers? There was plenty of enough to defend the island as rouges flew in to try and steal from the islanders, as that since the war had ended was all we fought off. What was more frustrating to him, was that out of all the Squadron leader's available to lead and teach the group it was Cure who was asked to do it.

Your my best flyer, he remember his brother saying, and my Chief Marshal, so I knew you'd be the best one for the job. If there is anyone who can train those young un's to be the best flyers they can be it is you, Curetis. Cure growled to himself as he didn't believe his brother one bit. The fact was, he felt he was put to this job as a distraction. He had no idea where his regiment, The Sky Talons, were at this hour. When ever he returned from his flight training, they were gone, only to fly back into Glarion during the late hours of the night.

You alright, Marshal? His Wing Commander asked, noticing the worry on Cure's face. Cure shook himself, tucking all his thoughts away. Thanks Red, he answered, But I'm fine. Lies, he mind re-tolerated, but he pushed it away. He would do the job he was asked, and he would do it well no matter what.

When it was over and the first streaks of darkness began to fade over the sky, Cure headed back to his regiments head quarters. And as usual, none of the Sky Talons were in sight. Where is everyone, he grumbled. He was second in command; he should be informed! Yet whenever he asked the rest of his regiment where they were at this hour, they always fell silent. It was eerie, and Cure was determined to discover what they were doing that was so top secret it had to be hidden from him.

So silently his flew off into the night. When he finally reached the cost of Glarion Island, he saw a blur of light beneath the clouds. It glowed eerily far into the horizon. And perplexed, he left the boundaries of his island and headed out to sea.

It was a short flight as the winds were in his favour, pushing him over the sea quickly. When he finally could see the first sight of the mainland, the distant mountains reaching into the heavens, he realized what the light was. A blazing forest fire had spread across clusters of trees across the coastline. And horrified, knowing a port post was there, he speeded towards it. The noise was what hit him first; the huge roar of it, something he was familiar with rattled his eardrums. He always had felt the noise was more overwhelming than the heat. Then the heat hit you next; fires scorched feathers, and once a shaft had been scorched it would never grow back. Lethal.

He flew high overhead, but the smoke mixed with the night made it impossible to see anything that was going on. He tried gliding down closer but then the up-drafts hit him, causing him to spiral back up again. Frustrated, he dived headlong, not caring when the intense heat hit him as he approached the roaring fires. And as he did he was greeted by a horrible sight. There, banking across the outskirts of the fire, was the Sky Talons. He heart froze a little in its place when he instantly spotted members his regiment carrying buckets and the glint of red rocks glowing in there. Fire crystals! He gasped out, No, it can't be! But it was. And that meant one thing. The Sky Talons had caused the fire.


His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 3


Cure flew back to the island in haste, his heart racing in fear and anticipation. Was his brother behind this? What were the Glarion's planning? His thoughts were a mess, and the adrenaline made him feel sick.

He had waited at the port to make sure his regiment had not seen their own commander there, witnessing their own betrayal, because it would have only resulted in Cure's imminent death. Clearly his title of Second Commander was now a false one; he was no longer their leader. Their alliances had changed, even if their wings had been forced to do so. Once they were out of sight, he had tried to help the local birds put out the fires, but they had recognised him as the Sky Talon's commander and so attacked him. He had been driven off shore to where he was now, flying over the sea, having quickly escaped their advances with his unmatchable speed.

When Curetis finally saw his Island spill over the horizon, dawn had reached the skies. He kept close to the sea so no guards would spot him, despite the risks of the salty spray and waves to send him plunging into it. Once past the shoreline, he headed straight to his quarters. Luckily for him the island was quiet due to the early hours of morning, so it was easier to avoid being spotted. He collapsed in exhaustion in his hollow. He was wet, smelt of smoke and sea, and looked a mess. He was about to go and clean himself off to hide the evidence of him leaving the island until Red hurried into his room beside him.

What are you doing- Cure started at the intrusion, but Red interrupted him,

Sir, thank god I found you. As my Marshall, I feel I should warn you. The Sky Talons returned late last night and immediately searched the island for you. When you were not found, His Majesty was informed. I don't know what this means to them, or where you were, but it appears to me it's not good because of their urgency.

Cure stared blankly at Red, gulping. His brother knew. He knows that he knows. And it only solidified that his brother was behind the fire at the port. Red, the Sky Talons started a fire at Westword Port. You know what that port means to the Kingdoms of Rivian. It's the same port that was first attacked in the last great war. I think my brother is starting something terrible.

To his surprise, this seemed like no news to Red. His face was fixed, his eyes unmoving. He wondered if his friend had known this all along. Cure, you must leave, now. They will imprison you... or even kill you. Your brother knows of Glarion's loyalty to you. If you turn against him, he knows half of his Kingdom will turn on him too. And if, like you say, a war is approaching, he will need them on his side. He wants power.

Cure stared as he tried to comprehend what his friend was saying. But he knew it was the truth. Deep down inside of him, Cure had never trusted his brother. His motives had always been for selfish gain. But what of Glarion, what of everyone-?

Cure, Red interjected, you're no use to anyone dead. And staying here is a death sentence. Now gather some things and leave. Immediately. Once you've reached Pike Island safely, I'll meet you tomorrow night, and we shall decide what to do from there on. Red commanded him with such fierceness that never had been invoked in him before.

When Red's words finally sunk in, Cure did just that.


His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 4


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His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 5


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His journey

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark...

chapter 6


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We could have had it all, rolling in the deep...


General:
Name: Prince Curetis Glarion
Nickname: Cure
Gender: Male
Birthday: 10th June
Quad Age: 15 years old
Age Group: Adult
Species: Rivian Falco peregrinus
Destination: The Land of Rivian
Diet: Omnivore (Main diet is meat)
Element: Air

Favourites:
Favourite Colour: Pink (He'd never admit that out loud)
Favourite food: Vole
Favourite drink: Peridot Elixar
Favourite time of day: Dusk
Favourite day of week: Monday
Favourite month of year: May
Preferring Light/Dark: Dark
Favourite weather: Stormy
Favourite Season: Spring
Favourite Setting: The Moutains


Personality

You had my heart and soul, in your palm...

Likes & dislikes~


Likes
Stormy Weather
Keys
Healing
Flying

Dislikes
Fire
Oppression
Death
Cages


His appearance

And you played it, to the beat...

Cure's Reference:

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attributes


First Glance~
Eye colour~ Green with lime flecks
Crest~ Cure still plucks his crest feathers from habit from his life in the army. Sometimes he lets them grow back though, and on the largest feather it has a green 'eye' markings.
Body Pelt~ Feathers
Main Colouration~ Chocolate brown
Markings~ Creamy chest with spots, deep pink wings and tail with lime green 'eye' markings.
Basic Scales~ (Approx)
Height~ 56 cm
Length~ 112 cm
Wingspan~ 134 cm
Weight~ Birds have hallow bones, so he is very light in comparison to his size.

His Home

It's a brave new world from the last to the first...

welcome to kawdon

Rivian is a huge continent in which birds of all species rule and dominate. Cure was born on Glarion island, just off the coast of the land next the Rainforest Kingdom of Rivian. Glarion island contains a grand civilisation of birds who are renowned throughout all of Rivian. They are known for the furious battles they have fought over the past few century's, and all of Rivian knows that they are the best fighters. Cure was born a Prince of Glarion; which is a huge amount of pressure on his shoulders.

Kawdon is much further up the coastline from where Glarion is located beyond the Rainforest Kingdom. It is mainly mountainous however in the flat lands and hill sides it is mostly covered by forests. Lakes are found everywhere there too; therefore it is a very vibrant and lush land to live in.

Here it is well known that The Kawdon Retreat lies there in the mountains. The birds living there have dedicated their lives to peace and seek only to help others and to learn about the land they live in. It is where the brothers and sisters took him in when he was wounded from battle; but he fell in love with the place and decided he couldn't leave. Now is he a master of Medicine; for he uses something special others do not; crystals. The birds of Glarion for generations have used crystals for their magical benefits, and the retreat was amazed by how much Cure knew about the mystical objects.

The cave where many crystals can be found lies at the bottom of the mountain near a lake. It is hidden by a huge waterfall. If you manage to slip behind the waterfall, and once you travel deep inside enough you'll find a wonderful cavern of treasures; every crystal you can think of you can mine there if you know what you are doing. It is just a matter of who's brave enough to venture there. Not many have such courage, however Cure does. And he does it nearly on a weekly basis.


His Home

It's a brave new world from the last to the first...


Crystal Log

To the right, to the left, we will fight to the death...

Cure's library coming soon...


Hortense

It's the moment to live and the moment to die...

My companion

This is Hortense my little Whoot. I found her on my first visit to the caves, and since then she has been my companion ever since. She was my guide and frankly still is; she knows the cave off by heart whilst I do not. She is a major asset to my ventures into the caves, and helps me to find and retrieve the crystals I need; without her by my side I don't think it would be possible. Her little Lightmite lights the way; for without him we'd be plunged in darkness. We live together in my hollow now, and she seems to think herself as a maid despite I what I tell her not to clean up after me. But she just loves helping others.


art gallery

But I can't help thinking how we could have been...

By Danii~
Artwork completed by me. :D Please click, hold and drag into your browser's bar above to view the full-sized versions.

By Others~
Thanks so much guys for these! ♥

By Maddy By Kyle By Deyan ♥

Adoptables

Finally, I can see you crystal clear...

Pteri adoptables! Coming shortly~


Toybox

Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship there...

Adopt me at NeoPound.com!


Final farewell

And pay me back in kind, You reap just what you sow...

You catch a shimmer in the corner of your eye. You turn to glimpse a flash of light springing out from the mountainside as the suns rays engulfed them in a rosy light. You knew Cure was there, watching. And smiling, you say your silent goodbye. Until we meet again.

farewell

Thanks for visiting Cure's petpage! C: All art/content/coding, unless credited otherwise where appropiate, was done by me. No stealing! However the graphic used on my 'continue' banners can be found here. I hope you enjoyed your stay here.

I feel I should also point out; the title in the layout 'Rise and rise again until lambs become lions' is my favourite quote - it basically means never give up. No matter how impossible something may seem, if you keep going at it you'll get there eventually. ♥




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