#Dawnsong

[fireandslate]

Spring is on the way.

Looking to get into a new story to carry you into the new season? Maybe a longform dark fantasy web serial with magic swords, haunted forests, sexy demons, and the occasional splash of sapphic spirituality? One with over 325,000 words already online, and 3,000 more coming every weekend?

I write Blank Slate. It's about fire. Come check it out.

[sparksandstormss]

Everyone.

still one of my favorite peices, despite being made last october.

[jadeannbyrne]

The Last Embrace - Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina

The Last Embrace – Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina The Last Embrace – Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina In the heart of the Jade Ann Byrne, a vast and ancient forest whispered the tales of countless souls who had traversed its winding paths. It was said that this forest, bathed in emerald light, was a bridge between worlds—a place where…

[forgottencatsdesigns]

Dawnsong of DuskClan

[sumiblue]

The blessing of a mouse

Read Blank Slate of @fireandslate fame pls tysm

[raiyenvaladian]

“No, no, no, not again.”

Tink Tink

The duo helped support the gladiator and the silent Quel’dorei as they made their way out of the arena, heading towards the rear exit of Orgrimmar as advised by their Lieutenant, they could hear a multitude of noises coming from all around, the outcries of loyalty, forsaken despair and the ever present…

Tink Tink

A forsaken stood in their way, both of them could feel others approaching through the shadows and tensed, Kel’shara shook his head, “No, no, no, not again.” as he tried to grab something from the back of his belt, letting go of the gladiator who stumbled into the other Quel’dorei as Kel’shara pulled his gun out, tears had already started to form on his star freckled face as he placed the muzzle of the gun to his temple and pulled back the trigger.

Tink Tink

Raiyen slammed into his side, fighting to move the gun away from Kel’s head BANG. Just in time, the shot rang out and hit one of the forsaken instead, killing her instantly, this caused the shadows to erupt and the four of them were dragged into the Cleft of Shadows, then deeper into the caverns below Orgrimmar.

Tink Tink

The sound of flag poles hitting the metal walkways of Orgrimmar became quieter as they fought, Kel’shara erupted with Void and was lashing out at the Forsaken dragging him, screaming “NOT AGAIN! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME AGAIN!” Raiyen, a sheer force all on his own without the Void finally broke free of the forsaken that held him and charged at the ones holding Kel. Slamming into their side he ripped and yanked, pulled and shredded the forsaken holding him.

Kel’shara was dropped, Raiyen pulled him back to his feet and held onto him, grabbing the Quel’dorei who had fought their way out as well before readying a Rift, it was too late now to not be spotted or found by those who would do them harm, they had to get out. Now. The Rift started to form, the space in front of them tearing open before suddenly Raiyen gasped and it stopped.

Confused for just a moment, Kel’shara watched as Raiyen grasped at his own shoulder, it was only then that Kel noticed the head of the arrow that was jutting out of the skin. “No! Raiyen! I can’t get captured again! I won’t! We can’t! Please!” Kel’shara pleaded, the fear within him was causing the Void to ripple across his skin and lash out sporadically. “Go…. I’ll… slow them down…” Kel shifted, he wanted to, he wanted to run but he couldn’t leave Raiyen behind.

The moment of indecision was interrupted as Raiyen slumped forward, unconscious. “RAIYEN!” Kel screamed shaking his partner trying to get him to get back up, to wake up, to run. It was too late, his gun was gone, he couldn’t stop them taking him… or could he? They surrounded him and he noticed that the two Quel’dorei had also been shot and were unconscious on the floor. The arrows must have been laced with a tranquiliser of sorts. Void rippled across his form again as an arrow grazed his arm, a voice spoke to him within his mind; “Give into the power…” he nodded and let go.

What happened next he could not quite understand, it was as if everything in him was built just for this moment, his form changed and he became more monstrous, lashing out with Void and his own body that was now very much a weapon of its own making, those loyal to Sylvannas fell before him, he couldn’t keep count of how many succumbed to his Void. Then came the pain, he spun and grasped the forsaken by the neck, crushing it’s throat and watching as the yellow glow of their eyes died out.

Darkness started to form at the corners of his eyes, he tried to focus on the forsaken and noticed she had an arrow in hand, she had stabbed him with it. Stumbling slightly he roared out in anger, watching as the darkness crept over his vision and the forsaken swarmed.

Stirring awake, he felt groggy and dazed, his hands were bound and he was chained to a post in the middle of a room, the two Quel’dorei were chained up to one side and the circular platform had forsaken and goblins, one Sin’dorei also, were they all loyal to the banshee? His gaze focused, the forsaken were taking turns to hit and kick, stab and poke at whatever was their prey. The Sin’dorei and goblins stood off to one side, looks of horror upon their faces.

A coughing splutter of blood caused Kel’s anger to boil up again, Void rippled from his form as he realised that what the forsaken were using as their punching bag was Raiyen, who kept trying to get up. With laughter the forsaken dragged Raiyen to the post near Kel’shara noticing the effect it was having on the smaller elf. Yanking him by his hair to reveal his face to Kel, it was bloody and swollen, his eyebrow was split above a black eye and a swollen lip.

This caused Kel’shara to pull against his restraints in anger, the metal chains groaning against him. The forsaken continued to laugh but a disturbance in the distance caused them to pause. Noises of fighting were coming down the stone halls, it was distant but it was there. With a muttering amongst themselves the forsaken dragged Raiyen and bound him to the post as well, he was practically limp now but they enjoyed poking at him all the same, more for the reaction from the smaller elf than anything else.

Footfalls of those approaching echoes throughout the stone cavern, as they reached the top they stopped, being confronted with the sight of their fellow Legionaries and the two Quel’dorei, Barrowcliff’s gruff voice rang out; “Drop the weapons and surrender. Now!” he shifts muttering commands to the others, “Hawkins… take the left I will take the right, Knotley, you cover the exit. Seren, Bill you are both on ranged duty. Make sure no one attacks the Quel’dorei. Hazel, Tae you take the middle, secure our soldiers.” Turning back to the loyalists, Barrowcliff spoke loud enough for them to hear.

“Your Warchief has fled. The war is over.”

[daekie-gw2]

Lante Dawnsong the Deadeye is the legionnaire of Iron Legion's Dawn warband! It's... a little on hiatus these days, since she signed up for the Order of Whispers, but everyone else also ended up joining the Pact so y'know. Officially they're all Loyal Charr Doing Warband Things and they're just timesharing with stuff like 'being a Whispers sniper'. Their name is partially for aesthetic/motif, they like dawn/sunrise colors, but officially they say it represents the fact they're primarily an ambush squad: they strike from nowhere like the sun suddenly coming over the horizon. Like the dawn. Other members include but are not limited to Astriferre Dawnglow (Sylvari Chronomancer, considered part of the band by Charr members), Maja Dawnstone, Jericho Dawnchain, and Xanthe Dawnforge.

Petran Spirewalker the Renegade is part of the Spire warband in Blood Legion! They're all Revenants (maybe a couple of others, but 4/5ths Revenants). They view the Mists and the channeling thereof as an impossibly tall tower -- a spire -- and becoming a more powerful, more capable, more controlled Revenant is you climbing to a higher floor. This may or may not be literal, depending on who you ask, but some members definitely swear that they've seen the spire in their dreams. Curiously, they always describe the same spire... Other members include but are not limited to Azriel Spireshine (obsessive channeler of the Celestial Tiger and the demon Kanaxai), Pax Spiresong, Lene Spiredancer, and Nicator Silverspire.

Della Fearflight the Necromancer used to be the legionnaire of Ash Legion's Flight warband, but... that was a long time ago. Over two decades, even. They were almost all wiped out in a disastrous ambush; she negotiated her way into leaving the Legions without becoming gladium, but she still wears their name even so. Back when they were still around, their name was because they made their enemies run in fear (the flight response). Surviving members are the aforementioned Della Fearflight, as well as current legionnaire Reeva Shatterflight. Deceased members include but are not limited to Verre Fiendflight, Elarrin Baelflight, Contessa Flightcaller, and Iduma Heartflight.

ok lore question for people with charr characters because ir eally want to know: what is their surname, what warband are they apart of, and what meaning does the surname have?

[secretlovesoftheheart]

If Moonpaw’s voice is removed by the end of the arc “so she can be normal” I’m giving her more multis and they’re staying and the clans are going to have to deal with it as normal for her.

“Hey Moonheart!”

“Greetings Oakpaw.”

“Oops, sorry Dawnsong. Can you tell Duskshine that Ivypool wants her to lead a hunting patrol?”

“She is our best hunter. Consider it done.”

“Oh, and Jayfeather said he wants Cloudglow to watch the den tonight while he and Alderheart go to the Moonpool.”

[kabuki-draws]

Remember the design of Snow´s wife I did a a while ago? Well... I promised you a younger design of her and here she is: Livia Dawnsong!

Some facts:

She is the daughter of Military General and Panem´s Defense Minister Lucanus Dawnsong. This lineage qualified her to study at the Capitol Academy.

She has an older brother named Scipio, a high-ranked Military Officer, as well as a younger sister named Aurelia.

When Coriolanus was in his last year at the Academy she was two classes below him. Over all she is around three years younger than him in general.

Livia had a crush on Snow for a long time just as many girls did during Academy days. He was a handsome young man and very popular thanks to his charm.

While Coriolanus didn´t seem to catch interest in her before he had to go to district 12, he certainly did when he came back. Livia was easy to manipulate, she idolized him and on top she came from a wealthy and powerful Capitol family - exactly what he needed. (At least at one point in her life she started to question him more and more until the flower of her love started to fade away due to his cruelty)

She hated Lucy Gray at first since Livia was jealous of her and Coryo´s relationship (that changed at one point as well after she finds out what happened to Lucy Gray)

Livia was an overall pretty smart and popular girl in her Academy days and beyond. The parties she threw in the Dawnsong mansion were legendary.

Had a passion for plants. She grew lots flowers and exotic plants in the glasshouse of her family´s mansion. Both she and Coryo had a green thumb.

[healerqueen]

Book sale time!

Readers of Tumblr, can I interest you in an e-book sale? It is a very big, very good sale, and I can tell you about some very good books. The sale lasts till Monday night. All books in this sale are discounted to $0.99 on Amazon, and a few of them are free. And I have recommendations! I recommend all these books highly. Visit https://blackfridaybooksale.com/ to browse the sale, or search the title and author of each book on Amazon.

Stay tuned for some really good books in many different genres, for every kind of reader. These are some of my favorite books to recommend year-round, and they're all on sale today. You can get five books for the price of one, the same price as a cup of coffee.

Book Recommendations

BREAK THE BEAST by Allison Tebo (epic and glorious fantasy retelling of Beowulf)

THE RELUCTANT GODFATHER and the TALES OF AMBIA series by Allison Tebo (hilarious, heartwarming, and quirky romantic comedy fairytale retellings)

THE GOBLIN AND THE DANCER (standalone sweet fairytale adventure)

SUMMON THE LIGHT by Tor Thibeaux (fantasy retelling of The Tempest from the perspective of Caliban)

REBEL WAVE: Seasons 1 and 2 by Tor Thibeaux (futuristic undersea adventure)

THE REALM BENEATH (brand-new multi-author anthology of undersea short stories featuring fantasy sea creatures, mermaids, and the like)

ILLUMINARE and DAWNSONG by Bryn Shutt (epic fantasy with deep themes, characters, and worldbuilding)

SEVENTH CITY by Emily Hayse (Alaskan-inspired fantasy with platonic relationships)

THESE WAR-TORN HANDS by Emily Hayse (Western historical fantasy retelling of King Arthur, the first book in a trilogy)

FAIREST SON by H. S. J. Williams (beautiful, wintry retelling of Snow White featuring deep themes and characters with fae elves and goblins)

MOONSCRIPT and COLLUSION by H. S. J. Williams (epic fantasy featuring elves, other fantasy creatures, family drama, and the battle between light and darkness)

MOUNTAIN OF THE WOLF by Elisabeth Grace Foley (Western historical fiction retelling of Red Riding Hood with mystery and adventure)

LOST LAKE HOUSE by Elisabeth Grace Foley (1920s historical fiction retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses)

Other Westerns and historical fiction books by Elisabeth Grace Foley (Elisabeth Foley's vintage Western suspense novel LAND OF HILLS AND VALLEYS is on sale for $2.99, 50% off, and so is her excellent new anthology THE SMOKING IRON)

Historical fiction fairytale retellings by Rachel Kovaciny (excellent historical fiction reads, period, and strong, interesting retellings)

THE ACCIDENTAL CASES OF EMILY ABBOTT series by Perry Elisabeth Kirkpatrick (contemporary spy mystery series; fun, humorous, and sweet; the first three books out of eight are free today and the rest are $0.99)

Snap up a few of these before the deals are gone (or after!). It's a great time to stock up on good books to read. This is the only Black Friday shopping I do each year, and I'm always pleased with the good books I buy for such a low price. (By the way, you can read Kindle books on a laptop in your browser if you don't have a Kindle, or use the Kindle app on your phone.)

[fireandslate]

2.5.0 - Hunting Party  

I'M BACK BABY

Our first day of travel seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. We marched in comfortable silence. The newest additions to our number seemed to wrap themselves into our quick-forged companionship without so much as a ripple of dissent. Even the formerly-dour Miles Fenson seemed more at ease; I even saw him once exchange a laugh with another Caer Lunan soldier, the man Asher Stewardson had named as…

[sparksandstormss]

[eudaimonia83]

So, I love Gwyn. Adore her. She’s one of the few characters in this series that I love unequivocally. (See also: Lucien, Emerie, Cressida.) And I think her kindness, along with her past trauma, would eventually put her at odds with the NC and its current (abhorrent) power structure.

So that’s what I wrote into this particular excerpt: Gwyn’s moral dilemma, after she hears a particular confession from Elain. And her conflict between her need for safety and the idea that it might be an illusion. (Plus some Gwynriel goodness, bc let’s have everyone be fundamentally different from Feysand from here on out, plz and thank you. 😁)

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“Something happened,” [Azriel] said. It was not a question, but Gwyn shook her head anyway.

“It’s not important.” She sheathed her blade and turned to go. “I have early service tomorrow…”

“Don’t lie,” he murmured, and the shadows chittered again in concern.

“I’m not lying,” she hissed, anger flaring briefly that he’d caught it so easily.

The flash of hazel beneath a raised eyebrow. “You attend the dawnsong services twice a week, same as the other postulants, and you’ve already done your two or you wouldn’t come up here in the small time you have to sleep.” He crossed his arms, siphons gleaming blue as they caught the moonlight; a flash of cobalt among black, ocean moving restlessly beneath stars. “What ails you, Berdara?”

“Have you been spying on me?” she shot back. “How do you know that?”

“I am the spymaster,” he said, supremely cool and self-assured. A stab of annoyance pierced her, smack in the middle of her chest. Oh? He knew everything, did he? Smug bastard.

“Then you must already know, so why should I tell you?” she challenged him.

The silence that fell chafed at her, enough that she looked up at him — the opposite of what she’d meant to do. He was watching her from beneath hooded eyes, his features blurring into shadow, but she could feel his gaze almost as a physical touch. Seeking, seeking, always wanting to know more…

“What happened is the least important part of an event,” he finally said. Halting. Thoughtful. “The reaction of those involved — that’s the missing half of any story. And that tale can only come from the people themselves. From you…yourself.”

Was he…unsure? The confident shadowsinger? A tremor swept through her. She thought that would’ve made her feel triumphant, but it turned to dust in her mouth even as it happened. And the dust became a pulse of nausea, like the world was falling away.

…Can I tell you a secret?

Elain’s words throbbed in her skull. She put her hands shakily up to her head, her vision blurring, and swayed on the spot.

He was beside her in an instant. One arm swept around her shoulder, the other at her elbow. “Sit down, Berdara.”

It didn’t even occur to her to argue. She bent her knees, intending to slowly sink to the sand floor, but they buckled beneath her and she flopped down with a huff of air. He knelt next to her, wings spread as if to shield them both.

She breathed slowly, swallowing hard, until her vision slowly cleared. Fuck. What would he think of her now? A weak-willed child who couldn’t even bear what was inside her own mind?

He knelt, and she sat, the quiet of the night growing ever colder as midnight ticked by. Until their breath clouded around them. Until finally, finally, in a small and tired voice, she said, “I’m well. I should go to bed.”

“Don’t lie,” he said, the faintest note of amusement tilting his inflection up at the end. It was like hearing him smile. “You’ve not been well for months, Berdara. What happened today to make it worse?”

She shook her head.

A pause. “Was it what I said? Just now?” He shifted away slightly. “I only intended to correct your form —“

She laughed, a burst of a bubble inside her chest. Of course not, how could he be so stupid? “No, shadowsinger. It wasn’t you.”

The secret was so close, wanting so badly to spill out. She couldn’t. She’d promised Elain she wouldn’t. But the weight of it…that Elain didn’t feel protected, the beloved sister of the High Lady. Nesta hadn’t either; and she had been right, they’d sent her to the House of Wind and failed to protect any of them when they were kidnapped into the Blood Rite. Emerie hadn’t either, and her lovely wings were still mangled, breaking Gwyn’s heart every time she stretched them awkwardly. The thought that yet another vulnerable person didn’t feel safe here…that the leaders, who had guaranteed her safety and the safety of the other priestesses, might not have their best interests at heart…it felt like rocks, strapped to her chest and shoulders. Like opening a door to a familiar hallway but finding only open air beyond, and falling helplessly. If Elain went searching outside for answers because she felt she couldn’t trust Rhys and Feyre, how would any of them be able to trust them?

The shadows swirled gently around her, nudging her hair, swirling around her forearms. At least Azriel was here. He was an agent of the Night Court; but was he not also her friend?

She clenched her hands in the sand. Everything was falling away…

[fatedstarfall]

@deathscn location: Training Grounds

By this point, the Dawnsong was an extension of himself. Leonardo didn’t feel that awkwardness when holding his bow while he trained anymore. Hell, he has spent so much time in these grounds that he was sure he could probably hit his targets with his eyes closed. Still, despite his confidence, he trained with vigor, as if his life depended on it. Well, after the trial, he found out that it most definitely did. However, today was a little different.

The Starry Son was dressed in his unusually fashionable dark attire to begin his normal training, but something called him to try something new. The sun was slowly setting, so he knew that there wouldn’t be many, if anyone at all, who would arrive, giving him the perfect opportunity to attempt something without being embarrassed by the potential failure. Leonardo sat on the ground, placing his mystical weapon back in its usual spot before he held out his hands, appearing as if he was going to catch something in the empty air in front of him. The man looked intently at this space, before a dim little star appeared in front of him. The tiny thing flickered, but Leo didn’t take his eyes off of it, appreciating it for what it was. He attempted to strengthen its light, but that’s when he heard a branch snapping and ultimately snatched his attention away from his creation. Although it fizzled into a dust of light, its end was still something to be in awe of. “S’ry ‘bout that,” Leon apologized with a pursed smile. “Ya’ need this space for trainin’?”

[malkumtend]

The “ship art” that made someone create a sock account to bitch at me😂😂

Putting that clown aside, @dawnmist-designs does stellar work yet again! She’s such an amazing artist!

A nice little Xmas meal between my friends, followed by a sweet moment for my girlies DawnSong and EchoSky❤️❤️

[askaceattorney]

Dear Dawsongfg,

Dawnsong's back... tell a friend...

- Miles Edgeworth