The embers still glow...
Sparkling snow descends until it reaches a final resting place atop autumn's leaves. It is winter. In many cultures white has positive connotations; it is a color of innocence and purity. However, there is another interpretation of white. Death. When the sick are nearing their final days they often grow pale and cold. In winter many animals prepare for a long sleep, and few are seen running about the icy landscape. Trees lose their leaves and become barren and with the first frost remaining flowers wither away and retreat back to their roots in the warm earth. Here, winter is the harshest season. There is an upside to winter and that is if you can avoid death's white hand, you will see spring follow and new life flourish.
I await the spring.
Quick Ref
Name: Whomever.
Pelt: White.
Eyes: One Red, One Blue.
Gender: Male.
Age: About early-mid 30s in human years.
Family: Long Dead.
Love: None.
Personality: Malevolent / Vengeful.
Ashes of a fairytale.
Autumn oaks filled with honey leaves lined the ribbon road leading home. Home was a city surrounded by white walls. I suppose a fortress of pallor walls might seem sterile and lifeless, but no. Flourishing in these shining walls were gardens of thyme, roses and bluebells. The willow's leaves were suspended in the air like amber tears that refused to fall. I always loved the golden colors this time of year. The flowers were just past their prime and all the flora was preparing for the first frost. I would indeed miss home.
Part One: The Old Days
In the Kingdom of HerpaDerp to whom you were born was a great deal; your status in society laid forth your future. Assuming that being born into the royal family was fortunate would be foolish. This was a large kingdom of great wealth and power.
Claiming the throne, Whomever's father murdered his own brother so that he would be first in line for the crown. Knowing this, Whomever himself always worried for his own safety. Whomever was the youngest of 4 brothers and 3 sisters. Being the runt actually served him well. No one saw Whomever as a threat growing up. Cowering, he was the easiest to push around and look over. His fear fed his quiet nature. Growing up his demeanor became one of patience. Often contemplating the throne, he lost all desire to be a king. Living life in fear that he would be overthrown by his own kin would be worse than being a groveling peasant.
By the time Whomever was 10, he has lost one brother already. This brother had unfortunately fallen into a river, drowning before anyone could save him. Seeing this, the thought of Whomever's own early demise was all too true, and he searched for an escape.
Watching the servants hustle about the castle preparing food and cleaning he prayed his birthright would just vanish. Opening his eyes every morning to the same motions and the same destined future at the bottom of a river, he never felt much.
What am I to do? Live my life in secret? No one would miss the coward prince, just another casualty of the throne. Or worse yet, all my brothers will kill each other off and I'd be alone with the burden of an entire Kingdom. Whomever's heart sank. Such doubts gad often filled his head, and would for many months to come. On his eleventh birthday, though, events began to turn.
Squeezing through the crown, Whomever's sister beckoned him to come follow.
Hurry up! We have to see the parade before they leave!. Grabbing his hand she pulled Whomever right behind her. Soon He could make out figures marching past and Whomever began to stop. The crowds cheered and stared in awe as rows of cavalry march past. Looking past a rather tall kyrii, he managed to find a good view beside a short green ixi. Her horns were red and she wore flowers in her hair. Shrugging Whomever found her odd, but hardly paid her much more attention than that. Whomever looked to the soldier's unison and how they looked forward to a distant war and further beyond that glory for all to see.
Curling up that night, Whomever stared above. Quivering he could feel it stir in him. Thinking of the banners lining the streets and the affection the soldiers drew stoked the fires in Whomever. He knew deep inside that was his destiny. Knowing if he were to follow this path he would find his salvation in the death and smeary red of the battlefield, Whomever brushed that thought aside.
Following that night Whomever's drive only grew. He drew inspiration from his hunger to live and find purpose beyond the throne. Over the months Whomever began training for his knighthood and slowly people outside the castle began to take notice of him.
The next part of the tale will be told in comic form so yeah... that it for nowx.x
Part Two: Departure
Part ???: Herpaderp
~ Still not sure how many parts/chapters to this, so yeah :/ ~
Part ???: The Prince Returns
Family
The Wounded Healer
Yihane is the kindest and the most selfless of the family. He almost never does anything for himself, and countless times has put others' happiness above his own. Yihane is good company and easy to get along with. Even Akashasa probably has a soft spot for him, but she'd never tell. If anyone did dislike Yihane, goodness knows why they would, he would still probably care greatly about them. The sad fact is, no one ever asks to check up on the healer himself.
The Huntress
A truly great huntress, Vhale is by far one of the more mysterious family members. She certainly is the most elusive. Vhale wanders the wood as a reaper of souls. Her skill with the bow is unmatched. Although many would rejoice in such a gift, her marksmanship has caused her great pain. It is her very skill that transformed her into a reaper. Now she forever bears the burden of all the souls she disperses and the pain of being trapped between worlds.
The Fawn
Abbe is the littlest and the baby of the family. Although some siblings are actually smaller than her, her timid nature makes her fade into the background. Descended from a long line of proud ixis, she has found herself completely alone. Abbe has a constant worry of never finding her way back to her blood related family. If only she could see, home is really not far at all. It would only take one to give her the hope and the support she needs. But alas the quiet little fawn only fades further into the mythical wood she calls home.
The Caged Bird
Akashasa is the eldest, and most definitely the most cruel. Her foul attitude is derived mostly from the fact that she has spent most of her life in a cage. Bound by it's magic, she awaits freedom so she can take her revenge on the foolish faeries who trapped her. Akashasa would never tell anyone, but once her cage fell into a river and her adopted brother Yihane, a faerie krawk, saved her. One couldn't say Akashasa likes Yihane, but she hates him the least of the faeries. When she does escape she'll probably spare him a quick death.
Design
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Personality
I revamped his personality, and this image no longer really fits Whomever. I really really like it though, so until I get a proper image/diagnostic of Whomever's current mental state, please enjoy with picture I blatantly stole from the caption contest :) !
Sightings.
Fan Art:
Thank you Messy n.n !!
Role Play Archive
Whomever has yet to be role played. Check
Ezilla's lookup to see if role play is open. ( Sadly I don't think I'll be able to for a while ;; )
Adoptables
Rules!
1. Do not remove the link.
2. Do not remove my name from them.
3. Customs might take me several weeks, but they'll always be open. If you do a trade though, I'll be more encouraged to get yours done faster ;D
4. Do not BC or enter them into the AG.
Toy Box
Makeables:
Let scorched earth cool.
Well pitiful mortal, if you ever want to return, I suppose you should take one of these. I dread the day you return and disturb me again, but I look forward to the day you provoke my wrath and end up suffering for it. Also if you return, bring me a heart, won't you?
Neomail Ezilla if you'd like to trade links!
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