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I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters
calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
|| Welcome ||
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Hello, guest. Aspen here. I'd like to welcome you to Eryn Vorn's petpage. Normally, a page would be narrated by the pet itself, but due to lack of interest Eryn hasn't bothered to take care of her site. Therefore I, blackened_humor, will be filling this page with rantings and horrible things for your mere amusement.
Recent News: 8/15/05- New layout and art. Enjoy! heheh...never grow out of Evanescence lyrics.
One thing I ask of you is not to touch any of the pretty things on this page. All content, characters, story, coding, and artwork belong to their rightful owners. Failure to follow these rules will result in having your toes nibbled off by boil weevils while you sleep.
So gather 'round children and I will tell you the story of Eryn Vorn.
|| The Beginning: Anardil ||
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Now Eryn wasn't always this gloomy. Infact, she went through two phases of dreariness. She wasn't so
different from the rest of the foals, born with a golden horn and two tiny wings. Why, she was one of the most
beautiful Darigan mares ever to escape the citadel. And she had a beautiful name to match it. Her mother (who
was obviously Darigan as well) christened her 'Anardil' which means 'Lover of the Sun.' Although her appearance
was hardly sunny at all, Anardil (It's appropriate to use her birth name at this point in the story.) was born with
brilliant light blue eyes and a shining raven-black mane - the pride of any young filly.
She never knew of her father, who was a ranger by legend, but his past absence was the reason of the alienation of
she and her mother. Even at six months of age Anardil never knew the values of friendship and for many seasons
they endured constant abuse from the lead stallion and foals of her age. With her bright and cheerful outlook
Anardil posed no threat to the herd, but out of fear that of father's spirit within her, she was cast out. He was a
fiery stud, and as a young filly, Anardil, was vulnerable to his wrath. If you are a horse lover, you're probably well-
aware that colts are driven out of a herd so that the lead stallion can maintain power. As with Eryn, this was most
likely a similar case.
It wasn't until her 4th year when matters got out of hand and she was noted for her regrettable actions. It was "by
accident" that she sold herself to an unnamable dark force in order to torment her oppressors. Little did she realize
that this malevolence began to gnaw at her character, casting a deceitful shadow over her eyes.
***You should know that it's not good to mess around with black magic. If you have shame on you. Sure it's really cool and all, but you never thought of the side-effects did you? Just look at Jhudora's fingernails and think of all the things she can't do. (no wonder she has her own quests.) Need I mention Lord Kass?
In studying dark magic her fondest memories were shifted aside by spite. Even plotting ultimate retribution
takes time, patience, and effort. Her strength grew like a unwanted weed off the misfortunes of others. Already her
eyes seemed to had lost their luster and had developed a red fire. And with this fire, she would set her enemies
ablaze. Here, I mean this literally.
Her plan was in motion by the eleventh month of the fourth year. A small fire, impervious to wind or water,
was kindled near the southern pass. If all went well Anardil and her mother could escape while their bad memories
were burned away. Unfortunately for her (but not quite as unfortunate for the herd) the lead stallion had summoned
her for the last time. It was finally decided that she and her mother were no longer permitted within herd lands.
Old scars were replaced with fresh wounds as hooves met flesh. With her mother left far behind, she leapt into
a river with no other means of escape. Miraculously, the current took her unconscious body ashore. Although she
survived, it seemed as if the herd's intolerance had finally taken its toll upon the young mare and left a gaping hole
where her comfort used to be. She remained motionless in reflection until nightfall, when a thick black scent
brought, to her horror, the disruption she had caused.
Natural instinct brought Anardil to her home, now engulfed in a roaring inferno born from her built-up
emotions. Wide eyes watched from behind a veil as wild horses fled in terror. Weakened from the clash, her
mother suffered an unpleasant death...Anardil could only watch as her entire world was trampled, then
reduced to ash. She stood horror-struck; the impact was too unbearable and she found herself helpless in the center
of it all.
Eventually, she came across her old friends cornered by a fallen tree and was confronted with a very
grave decision that would determine the fate of many. At this height, it was easy to play into this unexpected twist.
For the first time Anardil felt a sense of superiority among her peers. And in spite of her moral beliefs, retribution
won her appeal. Had she chosen to save their lives, I wouldn't be writing this story and would be acing my
Shakespeare test tomorrow, and Eryn's burden might be a little lighter today.
But the deed was not yet fulfilled and by contract her magic could not be undone. Those who avoided the
flames were instantly submerged into the river while escaping over thin ice. Strangely enough, no other creature
survived incident. For this was a night of judgement.
|| As Eryn Vorn ||
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Many believe she was driven mad by the shrill whinnies of her comrades, those which she answered with a foul curse before leaving the wood. Something had snapped in the back of her mind that eliminated her sense of reality, causing her to find herself innocent for the past events and blaming an imaginary 'something else.' Still a foul little voice screams out her faults as she wanders the land in a nonexistent state, imprisoned by childhood fears and accursed memories. Over time, she developed deadened eyes and a thin mangled coat from lack of exposure to the sun. Those who know Eryn better describe her as temperamental or even dyslexic. If you've noticed, Eryn doesn't exactly appear to be Darigan or black at all. On the thirteenth month following the incident, December, she was confronted by bat-like creature of demonic power. He criticized her for the slaughter of the innocent and as punishment ordered her horn sawn off, her wings sewn shut, and her coat diminished to a tattered grey mess. With that he departed, leaving her struggling against steel braces welded to her wings. Her horn naturally grew back into that of an average uni's- Not as noble and refined as a Darigan uni's horn, but more frail and easily shattered. To this day she still fights to unlock her wings, each feeble attempt ending in bitterness. And although she's lived most of her life in darkness, there just may be...a little light to help her through. |
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|| Celebrimbor Elensar ||
The Death Owl
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Native Americans reguarded the owl as a bringer and symbol of death. It was said that one who heard the owl cry was destined to die very soon and at any rate. Celebrimbor Elensar was granted to Eryn as a sort of dark-humored joke. Although she rejects him as a petpet, "Celly" continues to follow her from a distance. And as ironic as it sounds, Eryn's escaped every danger that comes her way. |
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|| Stats ||
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Name: Eryn Birthname: Anardil Registered: Eryn_Vorn Age: 5 years at the least Birthday: December 16th Gender: Female Species: Uni Painted: Grey Caretaker: blackened_humor Mate: ... Pelt: Grey, dirty, whispy Mane: Dark Grey, Long, Thick Eyes Deep Red |
Hooves: Tan Petpet: Celebrimbor Elensar Virtues: Quiet, Tolerant, Black hair Flaws: Static, Temperamental, Matted Winter Coat, Apprehensive Abilities: Shade-magic, voodoo Level: 3 Strength: 13 Defense: 7 Hit Points: 8 |
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