#cata goddess

[freezingwhitefire]

Chained Across the Ages ; Prologue; Legend

The Hero of Skyloft is helped along his adventure because of the Hero's Spirit and how it can link the Links. This is the way it leads him to a different time.

Link felt fear as he sat in his bed. Fear and helplessness. Zelda had fallen, he had no way to reach her. He buried his head in his hands, his eyes closed tightly.

A sense of warmth seemed to fill him just before he heard a strangely familiar voice calling to him. Opening his eyes he looked up to see the blue and purple figure from his dream by his door. He stared at her indecisively for a long moment. That warmth seemed to give him a gentle push and before he knew it his boots were on his feet and he was racing after her.

That should have been the end of it... but it wasn't.

After finding the Kikwis he was gifted with a new tool and looking at the slingshot he felt confused. That warmth returned, this time he almost felt a set of hands arranging his hold on it. They guided his aim as he turned to face the coiled vine he was told would lead him to his next destination. As he loosed the seed and it struck the vine he felt a small surge of triumph. Delighted he practiced a little more until he felt confident using it without the other aiding him.

As he chased Zelda any time he felt too disheartened or alone he felt some sort of warmth or presence that helped soothe him, it wasn't always the same as the first two times but it was there none the less.

It wasn't until he was separated from Zelda and Impa that he felt the drive to truly push himself. Then the warmth often appeared when he needed to stop and rest. The one time he ignored it Fi appeared and forced him to stop by carrying him to a safe resting place.

The time he expected to be the final time was when he was facing Demise. He felt a small touch of fear but that warmth reminded him that he had many others depending on him. Holding tightly to the Master Sword he confidently met Demise's eyes.

As a result it was a shock to be awakened sharply by a sudden overwhelming pain. It felt as though his entire being was set on fire and being ripped apart. It wasn't a feeling he recognized as being his but rather a feeling from one of the others that helped him on his journey. As he recognized that Link wished that he had some way to actually help whoever it was that was experiencing it. He only became aware of how it was effecting him when he realized that Zelda, Groose, and Pipit were all holding him down while he was thrashing against them. His eyes snapped open as he felt a surge of Divine energy wash over him.

'Do you truly wish to help?'

'Yes.'

'Grab your sword then go to the Goddess' Statue. Once there call to me, I am Kishin and I shall guide you to where you must go.'

Link slumped to the ground and gasped for breath while trying to regain his senses.

"Link?"

Zelda?

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... give me a minute."

Zelda clearly didn't believe him. Groose and Pipit both were standing behind her watching with concern while Karine and Fledge were there with them. He took an extra moment before finally getting up. Standing up he stumbled slightly as he tried to head towards his room. Zelda quickly ducked under his arm and supported him.

"What happened?"

"I... I'm not sure." He tried to think for a moment before he finally decided to share something he hadn't told Zelda yet. "While I was trying to find you there was something... someone else. It was a warm presence that helped me when I needed it or that guided me in using some of my new tools as I found them. I am sure without them I... I would have failed you. I think... I think they just got really hurt."

"So you're connected to them?"

"Yes, as far as I can tell."

"Well then let's get our things and go."

"I'm not sure you can come along yet... Kishin told me to grab my things and-"

"Kishin?" Zelda cut in. Link looked at her and noticed the worried but confused expression on her face.

"Yes?"

"He was my- Hylia's brother. She didn't know what happened to him."

"I'm not sure, the voice that spoke to me gave me that name and said to go to the Statue."

"Well I'll help you as much as I can here, and if I can join you I will. If not then I'll try to find anything out of place or odd. I'm sure the others will help too."

"Thank you, Zelda."

"Of course, now come on silly. You need to get ready to save your friend, right?"

"Right you are, my darling Goddess."

Zelda laughed and shook her head. "If I'm the Goddess then you are my Legendary Hero."

"Now that's a mouth full."

Zelda smiled, noticing that he was stalling a little. She turned to face him and cupped his cheeks.

"You'll come home to me. I know it. Focus on what you need to do first. We'll be fine until you can come back."

Link felt reassured by that and nodded. He finally went to his room and retrieved his gear. It didn't take too long to gather everything, and soon he was sneaking past Groose and the others while Zelda was distracting him. After reaching the statue he looked around curiously, he noticed that there was that sense of Divine power that lingered in the chamber where he found Fi.

"Kishin, I am ready."

A glowing silvery gold circle appeared below him and there was a brief sense of falling. He closed his eyes and decided to trust that he would be guided to where he needed to be.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Finally They Have A FC!

Yes, I had some (read: too much) ocs without fc that were already on my masterlist... but now they have one! (Everyone thanks my brainstorming for my new ocs)

Good Omens

Althea Price - witch; Eltanin’s girlfriend; immortal being (kind of? it’s complicated)

Her faceclaim is Diana Silvers!

Shadowhunters

Nico Lightwood - Shadowhunter; descendant of Violet & Samuel’s kids; Vienna’s younger brother; lives in Rome Istitute; main character in TWP (Yes, I know that series is not out yet)

His faceclaim is Finn Wolfhard! 

Alice Knight - witch/warlock; adoptive “mother” of Lydia Knight; Alice and Magnus are like the fixed points of all the series lmao; angst queen

Her facelaim is Lily James!

Lydia Knight - witch/warlock; Elys’ childhood friend; Brian’s girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan!

Brian White - werewolf; Elys’ childhood friend; Lydia’s boyfriend

His faceclaim is Mark Mckenna!

Jackson Milligan - Mundane; Elys’ adoptive father

His faceclaim is Tyler Hoechlin!

Samuel Milligan - Ascent Shadowhunter; Mundane raised in a Shadowhunter family; Alistair Carstairs’ parabatai; madly in love with Violet Lightwood

His faceclaim is Josh Whitehouse!

Vienna Lightwood - Shadowhunter; Nico’s older sister; been to the Academy the same year with Simon Lewis

Her faceclaim is Shelley Henning!

Cassandra Blackthorn - Shadowhunter; Ty and Livvy’s twin sister (they’re a triplet); main character in both TDA and TWP

Her faceclaim in TWP is now Emilia Jones! (Her fc in TDA is Malina Weissman)

Downton Abbey

Lady Elisabeth Crawley - second daughter in the Crawley family; takes shit from no one; her and Sybil could run the world if they wanted to

Her faceclaim is Keira Knightley!

Madeline Barrow - Thomas Barrow’s niece; the most rebel girl in town; a menace to society

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

MCU/Marvel

Victoria Vill (2) - Spider-Girl; Vicky from Raimi!Verse

Her faceclaim is Emmy Rossum!

Victoria Vill (3) - Aranea; Vicky from TASM!Verse

Her faceclaim is Willa Holland!

Ate Erisdottir “Aimee” - goddess; daughter of Eris; Loki ship (they’re literally soulmates okay? 🥺)

Her faceclaim is Emilia Clarke! 

XCU (X-Men)

Leia Forbes - Mutant; half-aware of the fourth wall; Wade ship

Her faceclaim are Zoe Kravitz & Margot Robbie! (Trust me, it has sense, okay?)

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Ness from the original timeline

Her faceclaim is Angelina Jolie!

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Arcane; Ness from the New Timeline (but not First Class)

Her faceclaim is Nina Dobrev!

RiordanVerse

Catarine “Cata” Johnson - Redacted; parents Redacted; Apollo/Lester’s friend (her story is setted during TOA); powerful lesbian

Her faceclaim is Rachel Zegler!

Evelyn Chase - Magnus’ adoptive sister; daughter of Loki; TJ ship

Her faceclaim is Kiernan Shipka!

Teen Wolf

Redacted “Addie” Lewis - werecat; Stiles ship

Her faceclaim is Anya Taylor-Joy!

Stranger Things

Autumn Hopper - 013; Anya Richards; Hawkins Lab experiment; Miles Henderson’s sister figure; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Jenny Boyd!

Under this you have my Harry Potter ocs! You’ve been warned!

Harry Potter 

Nath Andrews - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Ravenclaw;

His faceclaim is Jordan Fisher!

Theo Denton - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Gryffindor

His faceclaim is Evan Mock!

Callisto Black - witch; daughter of Rosalinf and Sirius; sister of Jan us and Justine Black; Hufflepuff

Her faceclaim is Danielle Campbell!

Janus Black - wizard; son of Rosalind and Sirius; brother of Callisto and Justine Black; Gryffindor; Luna Lovegood ship

His faceclaim is Joe Keery!

Justine Black - witch; daughter of Rosalind and Sirius; sister of Callisto and Janus Black; Slytherin

Her faceclaim is Alba Baptista!

[dukeofdogs]

She Who Knows

Chest 1: The Mother took fondly to being revered as a goddess, encouraging her daughters to stoke the flames of their expanding renown whenever they could. Loyalty was rewarded with insight and magical assistance, and soon most of the peasants of Velen dutifully worshipped the Lady. Besides, it was difficult for non-believers to openly reject the Mother’s benevolence, as such heresy would be considered an insult. This, of course, was an especially dangerous stance to take, as the sisters had established an annual night of celebration dedicated to their mother⁠—and with the celebration came sacrifices of blood. Ironically, it was on one of these nights that the daughters later killed their mother, burying her body deep within the marshes. However, the ancient witch’s soul refused to leave in peace, and so the sisters used dark magic to imprison it within the boughs of a great oak, where it remained for many years, idle and powerless.

Chest 2: For centuries, the Lady of the Wood’s spirit remained trapped beneath the great oak upon the hillock, crying and wailing in frustration as it wandered eternally through a maze of boughs⁠—a prison within a labyrinth of leaves. Unable to escape from the fetters of magic that held it, the spirit raved, thrashing the gnarly branches of the oak, killing all those who dared approach⁠—men, women, and children alike. One day, a wanderer stumbled upon the hidden cavern beneath the oak and decided to end the curse of the Whispering Hillock⁠—an act that would see the Mother’s ghost finally released from its accursed shackles. To this day, it is often debated as to whether the wanderer released the spirit back into the world or simply destroyed it. Either way, the great oak upon the hillock now stands in calm serenity.

Chest 3: There are those that say an ancient spirit roams the woodlands of Velen⁠—a gale galloping in the body of a beautiful black steed. Most importantly, it is known among the locals that one should be wary if they happen upon the horse⁠—an ethereal silhouette with red eyes burning bright.⁠ The beast, you see, brings madness. All who get too close to the creature are stricken with a potent mania⁠—an unrelenting drive to do harm most violent to themselves and others. Tales have often been shared of loved ones brutally slaying each other in the wake of meeting the beast, unable to still their frenzied bloodlust. But such things should not be feared, for it is said that the spirit avoids all confrontation, and one would have to go looking quite specifically for the creature to find it. And one with a desire to do such a thing, of course, must already be quite mad.

Scroll 1: There are many things she knew, and some things only she knew, for the Lady of the Wood was a being as enigmatic as the origin of life itself⁠—and just as old⁠—for her age far exceeded even the most exaggerated legend of her heritage. With this long life came incomprehensible wisdom, but the knowledge gained from such longevity could not be hailed entirely as a blessing, as behind the veil of enlightenment lay discontent, along with a dormant madness waiting to stir...

Scroll 2: The witch was obsessed with discovering the meaning of existence and journeyed throughout the world in search of answers. For centuries she roamed, soaking up all knowledge until there was no secret left unknown to her. Yet, the more wisdom she amassed, the more hollow and unfulfilled she felt⁠—a cruel conundrum and one she simply could not hope to solve. That is, not until a magnificent cataclysm split reality itself and brought forth strange creatures into the world, along with powerful magic.

Scroll 3: Even though many new beings had come from the Conjunction, there were still none like herself, and therein, she mused, might lie the answer to her anguish. Perhaps the empty feeling she felt was loneliness, and her search was not a search for enlightenment but for companionship. Thus, using the mystical forces brought by the cataclysm, she mixed her blood with mud and sculpted three beings from the clay—three daughters made in her image, to comfort her and carry forth her legacy.

Scroll 4: With her daughters, she ruled over a moory land called Velen, worshipped as a goddess by the locals. Yet contentment still eluded her, and soon she spiraled into utter despair. The endless pursuit of purpose had finally broken her, and she was slowly consumed by an insatiable madness. Her mania, augmented by the powers she possessed, gushed forth like a poisoned spring, defiling Velen and infecting all those who lived there. Soon, chaos consumed the land, and it teetered on the precipice of ruin. Thus, the three daughters decided to end their mother’s life and, with it, the all-consuming madness.

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[ianiohn]

I've heard a couple people say how a few spider's

In the house is a good thing and wonder what kind

Of life they live that they don't know the damage spider's

Can do and they say it's a gift from some god's or

Goddesses and it doesn't make sense to me how

Two week's of huge welt's and searing pain is sup

Posed to be appreciated because they're gift's. Let's

Just say they don't last long here and they can keep

Their spider's. And then people act like the sun and

The moon out together in daylight is the work of the

Devil and you just wonder what kind of childhood

They had that they never went outside enough to be

Oblivious to such thing's until they're grown and act

Like we're the one's who don't know what's going on.

They're giving conspiracy theorist's a bad name.

People used to be a mystery to me but anymore, the

Mystery is how they got this far and what hope have

They when easy money is the word of the day. But I

Can't and won't worry about them. You know, a cata-

Clysm has a way of making people see straight and

That's not something they're ready for. Men alway's

Run when calamity strike's and we can't be any dif-

Ferent if we have no idea of what goes on around us

Or what following our own way's can do. It's a rant this,

For sure, but these thing's are laughable and if people

Take offense then really, that's laughable, too.

[cata-daily]

Day 20

Um. Yeah. Please send help, how do you draw bass?? He's in a Bass Pro Shop fishtank. The bass in those are really big it's awesome

From a while ago (decently long text)

" i was thinking, yknow, cata is an unkillable part-shimmer moth cultist, revived and protected from death by some goddess of the shimmer, also protected by a guardian angel capable of wielding insane prism power who was also revived by shimmer goddess, followed around by a transdimensional being that can possess and transform into other things(and likes killing and and eating things for fun..?), and keeps an axe with a craving for tree murder for company - and thats not taking the nuclear freaking option into consideration - and one of my ideas for drawing him daily is "in the bass pro shop fishtank" "

Thumbs up. Anyways, I made this during the show run-through we're doing today lol. But I mostly sit on comm and help move props occasionally. Today I watched 7 people trip over something inconveniently camouflaged backstage

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, NOAH EBALON. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Xanthe age: 23 pronouns: no ooc contact: @architectureteam on tumblr other characters in xc: the Saint

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Noah Ebalon (Nyx Pieta) age: 18 pronouns: he/they series: Elsword canon point: Monaterra app triggers: child abuse/neglect, cults, murder/assassination plots, human experimentation, child suicide & suicidal ideation (implied), disease, death, body horror (not gorey), unreality/delusional ways of thinking(?)

personality: Noah Ebalon is a quiet, withdrawn, downtrodden and sad boy. He's quiet and shy, preferring to stick to his own in fear that his presence will burden others. Reach out and welcome him though, and you'll find him a friendly, warming presence, a delight to be around, someone kind to everyone they meet.

Maybe a little too much.

Beneath that shy, anxious and somewhat childlike at times demeanor is a determined, driven young man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He's turned his painful past into his drive, an all-consuming desire to help the weak and protect those in need. To make sure nobody suffers as he did. It's a drive so strong it's turned him into a martyr, doing whatever he can to help others, even if it hurts him in the end… or worse.

"To protect this world"… that was Harque's wish. Fuelled by self-flagellation and survivor's guilt, his brother's wish is now his own. It's his duty to uphold Harque's wishes, his legacy and his memory.

Even if he has to sacrifice all he has. Even if he has to sacrifice all he is. It's not fair that he lived and Harque, who carried everyone's hopes and dreams, didn't. This life he doesn't want to live - it belongs to Harque, not him.

So it's only fair he gives it back.

something your muse struggles with: Putting himself before others for a change. He's self-sacrificial to a fault, and doesn't care about what happens to him as long as it can help other people. your muse’s greatest strength: Empathy, kindness and determination. At the same time, these are so strong it directly relates back to his weaknesses.

history / background: Elrianode. The old capital of Elrios. The location of the El - a life-giving crystal granted to humans by their goddess Ishmael. This El required guardians, six masters of each element. Whichever family could produce such an El Master would be granted great fame, respect and prestige - so as you can imagine, the situation was cutthroat. Families would do whatever it would take to reach this fame.

In comes the Ebalon family. This family has long since procured El Masters that specialized in the element of Moon: a magical energy that represented both moonlight and darkness. They have done so generation after generation.

But not this time.

Their oldest son - Harque Ebalon - was born without the ability to control darkness. For the next Master of the Moon, this was inconceivable. Harque was pushed to his very limit, the intense training a future Master receives even further intensified to make up for his shortcomings.

Noah was born later.

Noah, in contrast to Harque, could not control moonlight. Instead, his natural affinity laid in darkness. The source of the Ebalon family's woes was finally discovered - Noah was to blame. He was shunned by his family, punished for the crime of being born and became little more than an afterthought… to everyone but Harque.

The two became incredibly close. Noah was Harque's little moon, and Harque was Noah's beacon within his endless dark.

While the Ebalon family accepted that they'd never create the next Master of the Moon this time, Harque was busy experimenting with the power of the moon. Through this, he discovered the power of time manipulation. Using this power, he intended to become the next Master of the Moon, so that Noah could hopefully live a better life.

Henir's Order, a cult with evil intentions, found out about Harque's discovery, and tried to convince him to join them. When he refused to cooperate, the Order began staging his assassination. On the night it all happened, Harque called Noah to his room, wanting to give him something. However, when Noah arrived, he found not just Harque, but also a mysterious intruder. Harque attempted to run away with Noah, but was attacked by the intruder and killed before he could do so. Noah ran away, crying out for help… but everyone in the house was already so thoroughly manipulated that they turned a blind eye. The mysterious intruder caught up to Noah, put him to sleep, and cast a spell that blocked his memories of the event.

Turns out the reason that the Order kept him alive instead of killing him was because they wanted to use him for an experiment. The mysterious stranger that killed Harque assumed his identity and became the next Master of the Moon. When someone officially becomes a Master, they are given pure elemental energy to inject into themselves to become stronger in their chosen element. However, instead of giving it to himself, the stranger injected Noah with it. This caused him to become incredibly sick, ending up bedridden because his body is unable to contain the power of moonlight. The impostor pretended to take care of Noah while he was sick, but every time he visited was only to further his own experiment.

Bedridden, poor Noah was subject to cruel experiments, and nobody in his family ever cared. This continued on for years, until the machinations of the new "Harque" caused the El to explode in a violent fashion. Noah managed to survive the explosion, as he had stayed at home because of his sickness that fateful day. Trapped under the rubble, he was rescued by some members of the Order… and they proceeded to take the final step in their experiment.

They injected Noah with the power of the sun. The power of the moon and the power of the sun are opposites. This opposition caused the power of darkness within Noah to mutate, turning it into the power of shadow. Though this stabilized his illness, granting him back a modicum of strength, this injection was immensely painful, and after an extended agony, he passed back out.

Soon after this explosion, he was approached by another Henir's Order member. This one had defected after seeing the chaos caused by the Order. She took him to a remote temple hidden somewhere within Elrios. After finally giving Harque's gift to him, a pendant filled with the power to manipulate time, she sealed him within the temple to fulfill Harque's dying wish - to make sure Noah survives.

There he slept, sealed in time, for over five hundred years… until one day, he suddenly awoke.

The very first thing he saw was a strange, sickle-shaped object, reminiscent of a weapon. The very first thing he heard was a scream. He took the weapon and ran. But with everything so new, so unfamiliar, he couldn't arrive in time… he fought off the weapons, but found the source of the scream - a girl that seemed about his age - dead. Then he ran into a camp of people dying from some sort of disease, but he was chased off before he could do anything to help, being accused by a peculiar woman of having killed the girl in the temple.

He tried to return to the temple after some time had passed, but found himself unable to return to the area because it was under lockdown thanks to some mysterious disease. It took several seasons before they cleared the lockdown and he was finally able to come back.

Exploring, he found an abandoned manor overgrown with vines, reclaimed by the passage of time, but couldn't find anything inside. Outside the manor, he stumbled onto the impostor that replaced his brother and managed to kill him, but succumbed to his own injuries soon thereafter.

… he suddenly awoke.

Once again, he was at the temple he was sealed in. Once again, he found a weapon lying on the ground. Once again, he heard the scream. Still struck by anxiety, he was faster, but still hesitated too long. When he arrived, the girl was being attacked by monsters. Noah fought them off, but she was fatally injured. He didn't want to see someone die in front of him again. Forcing himself to use the power of the moon that was forced onto him, he managed to heal her injuries. Though it took its toll on his body, he was happy he managed to save her. He was happy he managed to save someone.

That happiness didn't last long, though. He was reminded of all the times he couldn't prevent people's deaths before, and this filled him with an immense guilt. Had Harque been alive, he would've saved everyone from the very beginning. Now that he has been given this second chance… maybe he can follow the same path his brother would have taken.

He introduced himself to the girl. Her name was Yuria Landar, a powerful mage. She noticed the weapon Noah was carrying around had a sealing spell casted on it, and in exchange for saving her life, offered to unseal it for him. Turns out that after being unsealed, the weapon gained the ability to talk.

To be specific, the weapon had a person sealed inside of it, but Noah completely ignored him because he thought it was really suspicious. The people at the camp were suffering from the same disease they had previously, but this time, with his newfound ability to use moon magic, he healed all their injuries.

He departed after, heading back towards the mansion he had found his first time around. On the way, he finally started speaking to the weapon. The weapon's name was Clamor, and he was a scholar part of a prestigious organization. He was commissioned by Henir's Order to create a specific blueprint, but once he finished it, he was stabbed in the back and trapped within this weapon. Noah promised to protect Clamor and make sure the Order wouldn't hurt him again. It was nice for him to be able to form a bond with someone again, after so long. Someone he can actually protect this time, too.

He arrived back at the manor much earlier this time. It hadn't been overgrown yet by vines, though it still seemed abandoned. Exploring it further, he found out the manor had been used to stage all sorts of horrifying experiments. The monster he found the first time, the monsters he's finding now… they all used to be people.

This revelation broke him. He tried desperately with all his power to heal the experiments, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help them. He dropped to his knees, even as the manor started collapsing around him, and despite Clamor's fervent pleas to leave and save himself, he didn't budge.

… he suddenly awoke, again.

Once more, he found himself at the temple. Once more, he found the weapon by his side, but it seemed different this time. The core of the sickle, which had always been an eye, was now cracked and an empty sphere. Once more, he heard Yuria call for help, and this time, he managed to save her properly. However, after getting her to unseal the weapon again, Yuria noted the weapon felt empty.

Clamor was no longer there.

He had managed to burn himself out trying desperately to protect Noah. He was gone, and he would never come back ever again.

Noah spent a long time drowning in grief, but then remembered that Clamor tried to tell him something back in the manor.

"It's not your fault. Do not give up. You don't have to carry everything. Don't forget the precious people who protected you…"

It was accompanied by a soft lullaby. So desperately Clamor tried to comfort him, even while his soul was burning out. Even while he was dying.

He thought of his brother. If he was alive because of the people that protected him, then he needs to live for those people. With a newfound determination, he vows to protect the world the way Harque would have wanted. With a smile, he throws himself into an unending vow to save everyone.

… being able to save everyone was an idealistic dream. No matter how many times he tried, no matter how often he awoke in that temple all over again, he couldn't save everyone. He eventually stops trying, starting to feel that the pendant Harque gave him was starting to reach the limit of its power. He built graves for the many people who passed, and who he'd never be able to save.

He couldn't fight back against the cruelty of the world no matter how much he tried. Death comes for everyone. After all his struggles, he was left with nothing but despair and a dead heart. The grief and loss of failing in his one task was unbearable, and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes forever and join his brother in eternal sleep.

Then he remembered the temple of time. There was a door within the temple that would take someone to the past within their memories, to the time they most regret. Immediately he headed that way, and stepped through the door.

He arrived far in the past, looking down at Harque holding onto and talking to Noah when he was still a tiny baby. Gently, Harque tells him about the cycle of life and the El that makes life possible. But as time passed, Noah noticed the burden and grief Harque carried on his shoulders, the pain and guilt Harque hid from Noah this entire time. This was his shadow, the dark side of the moon Harque had never shown anyone else.

Harque had promised Noah he'd protect the world the two live in, no matter what.

Noah left the memory. Leaving the temple, he walked through the scenery around him. Everything was ravaged, then restored, ravaged again, and restored once more. Although dull and faded, it persevered no matter what.

His resolve hardened. Yes, he'll keep on living, just like Harque wanted him to. He'll do what Harque would have done, and protect the world like he would have. If he can't live for himself, then he'll live for his brother. For his wishes. For the life he wasn't able to have.

"Watch over me, Harque. I will do my best... until the day we meet again."

For the life Noah stole from him.

powers / abilities:

Moon Energy Manipulation: Nyx Pieta's defining feature is his ability to control moon-aligned El energy. This essentially means he has elemental magic within the domain of moonlight, water and ice. As the moon represents rest and restoration, most of his powers fall within a supportive lens, his specialty is controlling the battlefield, healing and buffing his allies and debuffing his enemies. Don't be fooled, though - despite this specialty, he is very much capable of potent offensive magic, and he's a formidable foe to be respected even when caught alone.

Because of the way this type of magic works, he is not limited to specific spells and can instead cast whatever his little heart desires as long as it falls within his elemental domains. He does tend to stick to techniques and spells he's practiced and refined over his years, as pushing past his comfort zone increases the stress his magic puts on his body.

Time Manipulation: Noah has very limited control over the flow of time, thanks to the magic within the pendant that has resonated with his own. He's capable of temporarily slowing down and speeding up time in a small area around him. The practical effects of this are rather limited however, mainly only being able to speed up his reaction times or increase how quickly his magic recovers by slowing down or speeding up time respectively. Maybe he'll be able to learn new tricks, but the odds aren't very high.

inherent abilities:

Energy Sensing: In Noah's universe, everyone and everything is made out of El energy, which can have one of several elemental alignments. With most people these energies are unaspected or completely in balance, but unique cases can be attuned to a specific element, whether by being casters specializing in that certain element or because of other cases, like a racial affinity. For example, Noah is highly attuned to Moon energy, and the El Masters would all be attuned to their own element.

Thanks to his magical capabilities, Noah is capable of picking up strong elemental affinities. Anything more minute (and anything other than elemental energy) however he can't detect, as he's never had proper training in this ability. He could improve in this as well, but without a proper teacher, that's not going to happen.

items / weapons:

Sickle: Very decorated and more of a decorative thing than an actual weapon at this point. He can still use it as a proper weapon if needed, though. Thanks to the mutation caused by his injected sun energy, he can transform the sickle into a massive, powerful bow that Noah is scarily capable with. This bow is his actual weapon of choice.

Moonstones: Small fragments of the El that are imbued with moon energy. Noah uses these as catalysts for his magic. Without them, his magic is far less powerful. He can make new ones out of normal pebbles and stones by infusing them with moon energy, but they won't be nearly as powerful as his actual, pure moonstones. They'd mostly be useful as little trinkets that improve things like your body's capability to naturally regenerate, or grant you a better night's rest. Imagine healing crystals but they actually work.

Relics of Confession & Rest: Magical relics that Noah uses as conduits for his magic. He can channel his magic through these, using them to enlarge or amplify the effects of his magic. They're not necessary, but just like the moonstones, his magic won't be able to reach its potential without them.

Doxology: Noah's pet, essentially. Doxology is an artifact, creatures that were created by the El during a specific festival in response to a person's presence. Though it's debatable whether artifacts are actually alive, they seem to have free will and willingly accompany the person whose presence created them. It's about the size of a puppy from a large dog breed, reaching Noah's knees, just about. It has grown alongside him, and can use his magic to a limited extent, somewhat like a child starting to learn magic.

Harque's Pendant: A pendant pinned to his coat, functioning as a memento of his deceased older brother and a reminder of why Noah still lives on. Though it used to be magically imbued with the secrets of time travel, Nyx Pieta has pushed this pendant past its limit and drained it to the point it's become nothing but a keepsake. Maybe it could be restored one day?

starting ability: Moon Energy Manipulation starting item: Moonstones

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes!

extra: 

Noah's body is slowly starting to crystallize, a result of the moon energy wreaking havoc on his body every time he tries to use his magic. These crystallized parts of his body are essentially dead and cannot feel anything, even though he can still use these parts like normal.

He has the ability to temporarily age up his body using his moon magic, which allows him to tolerate the power of the moon better than he normally can. While transformed in this way, he looks eerily like his brother. The two are family and you wouldn't be able to tell it looks more like Harque than Noah unless you knew Harque, but…

Noah's immense survivor's guilt is making him act like he is Harque and that Noah died that fateful day instead as a way to cope with everything that's happened to him. It works, but it's not very healthy… and he's genuinely starting to believe it himself.

For examples of his magic, you can look here, here and here, and then scroll down to the skill tree. I am not describing every single skill he has in-game in this app, it's long enough already.

This is what Nyxie looks like, and this is what his aged-up body looks like. I call him Nyxie by the way he's my darling

Noah has been aged up by two years with mod permission and the passage of time in canon. In case you wonder why he's listed as 16 on the wiki but 18 on this app, that's why.

He's spent about one to two years constantly repeating time. It was awful.

discord id: moonlightbaptism

[thewanderersoftyria]

Players

Elias Rainbloom ( Sylvari/Draconari, Cata-Weaver, Primary Commander during the Dragon Cycle, around 13 but mentally about 28. Known as the "Fatebreaker". )

Wysteria Mystbloom ( Sylvari/Draconari, Chronomancer, Primary Commander after Elias retires, around 5 but mentally about 18. Ascended to Goddess of Strategy and Time, known as the "Luminary" )

Winnxie of the Sea ( Asura, Deadeye, Elias's Second-In-Command, 27-ish?, One of Soo-Won's Champions, known as "Soo-Won's Breath" )

Bluebell Delphinium ( Sylvari Podtwin, Mechanist/Holosmith. 11, but mentally about 21. )

Oleander Delphinium ( Sylvari Podtwin, Necromancer/Scourge, Consort of Zhaitan )

Tia Velanrius ( Human, 34 years old. Consort of Mordremoth, spawned two dragon-esque humanoids. As of the conclusion of Heart of Thorns, has gone MIA )

Azalea Snakeroot ( 17 as of SotO, Mordremoth's Sire. Dragonborn Soulbeast )

Datura Snakeroot ( 17 as of SotO, Draconari, Mordremoth's Sire. Firebrand )

Xia Elidi ( 3rd generation Sylvari, Retired after Heart of Thorns. Necromancer. Known as "The Sunbringer")

Juno Harida ( 29 years old as of SotO, Charr Druid )

Zayora the Whisper ( 21 at start of story, Asura, Studied at College of Synergetics. Reaper. )

Nalah Ashenphoenix (19 during SotO, Charr Tempest, Member of Ash Legion and The Obsidian Claws Warband. Member of Wysteria's Guild)

[goddessfavored]

👶 Do they want children?

LOVE & SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS/ accepting

   Tyrande has always wanted to have children, and it pains her more than she’d admit that she didn’t have any. In youth, her life plans were more simple than the future ended up being — she joined the Sisterhood of Elune and wished to find a mate, form a family and raise her kids in Suramar. She didn’t want to be High Priestess or anything; her plans were quite simple, and having a family was important part of them.

   Even later, though, becoming a leader to the kaldorei and High Priestess of Elune, her desire to have children didn’t diminish. It is something I’d say she’s quite heartbroken about, because I remember one of the short stories mentioning that her and Malfurion did want to have children but never had any. Tyrande is actually quite upset about the possibility of her not being able to have children, specially after the night elves lost their immortality and without knowing how this affected them overall. 

   As of BfA, though, I’m uncertain. I think it’s something she’ll always want, but that isn’t a priority as it once was, neither is it something she’d want at that moment. It would still be there, but as something she wishes for once the war is won and the kaldorei begin rebuilding --- or even something she’ll come to deny herself wishing for. With her becoming the Night Warrior, though, I’m not sure how this changes. She’s literally an embodiment of Elune’s wrath, and I suppose this leaves little space for wishing for peace and forming a family. 

[cataboliac]

Hello Cata! So I don't know if you do requests but how bout a honeymoon fic? Would be nice to have some old school vanilla stuff every now and then. Irene would be nice but you can use anyone. 😁

Six Feet Under the Stars

2.7k words

Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun

You haven't been to this beach since you were a kid. It has been many years since you've been gone, but it's still the same as you remember it—from the dazzling white sand that sparkled in the golden sunlight, the azure waters that crashed along the shoreline, down to the smell of saltwater traveling up your nostrils. To feel the warm, coarse sand heating up your feet again adds to the extra feel of nostalgia, making you giddy with anticipation.  

I’m glad some things will always stay the same. 

“Hey, come on! The water feels great!”

You turn to her melodic voice, her arms beckoning for you to return to her embrace. 

But I’m glad things did change with her.

The gold ring around your finger is a testament to how the unimaginable can be tangible—how you were able to overcome the walls that were placed and sweep the goddess-like Bae Joohyun off her feet. Strong, confident, independent—Joohyun was her own person, and you understood why she wanted to do things her own way. 

But you could see right through the tiny cracks of her facade. 

Joohyun would often be too proud to ask for help; she would rather give it instead. So you made sure to stay by her side, trying to pick up the pieces without her knowing. Leaving small gifts while she practiced until late at night, waiting up with her and accompanying her home if she did finish late, listening to her vent out all her troubles and worries—you tried your best to support her from the sidelines.

But this was Joohyun, after all, and she saw through your act from the start. She allowed it, curious if you were really serious about her. As time went by, you’ve won her over with your sincerity, and she was amazed you never faltered with her, even after she confronted you.

And from there, Joohyun’s walls slowly opened up, allowing you to slip into her world and warm her heart.

“Hey, are you okay?” Joohyun’s voice anchors you back from your reverie as she wraps her arms around your neck. 

“Oh, sorry about that. I was just thinking about something,” you reply, in turn wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. 

Joohyun looked gorgeous in her red beach shirt, displaying her snow-white skin and toned midriff. It’s been ages since you’ve seen her in shorts, noticing they barely cover her luscious thighs and butt cheeks. To top it all off, she had an elegant flower perched on her ear, highlighting her raven black hair and ethereal facial features.

Joohyun’s hand cups your chin to make you look straight into her eyes.“And now you're staring,” she says playfully. “Mind sharing what’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking”—You kiss her on the cheek, before moving to kiss the side of her chin–“how lucky I am to be married”—You kiss her up and down her favorite parts on her neck, making her breath hitch a little until you reach her ear again–“to the most amazing and beautiful woman in the whole world.”

“H-hon, not here.” She sounds disapproving, but her actions say otherwise as she hugs you tighter.

Now that you have her distracted, you reach down to her legs and lift her up bridal style. All that Joohyun can do is laugh, holding on to your neck for dear life. “You ham! What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Carrying my wife in my arms?” 

Her cheeks flush red. It is cute that Joohyun still blushes when you call her your wife, something you also need to get used to soon.

“You were wrong about one thing though,” she says.

“What do you mean?” you ask, perplexed by her words.

“I am the lucky one. To have married someone as caring and understanding as you.”  

Before you can retort, Irene quiets you by pulling you in and places her lips against yours. 

The sun was setting, its tangerine glaze melting into the horizon. As the sky swirled into a blend of colors, you and Joohyun sank into a loving embrace. Her lips always drew more passion from you every time they were set on yours. She always did bring the best out of you, but you wanted to grow even stronger with her. When you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it. And it brought Joohyun into your arms to ride the current of life together. 

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Nothing beats a shower after a long day at the beach. You relish in the feeling of hot water splashing off your back and traveling down your body. As much as you enjoyed the seawater, the stickiness that stayed on your skin afterward was no fun. Joohyun wanted to enjoy the view from the balcony for a while, so you decided to take a shower first.

It still feels surreal how time flew so fast between you and Joohyun; you proposed to her last year, had a dreamy wedding with friends and family last week, and today it’s your first day on your honeymoon. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

The shower door suddenly rattles open. You smile, knowing who the intruder is, as her two arms snake around your torso. She leans her head onto you, her milky skin making contact with yours, her stiff buds poking your back. 

"Well, what a surprise. Miss me already?" you ask as you squeeze one of Joohyun’s arms. 

She kisses your back. “Can I join you?”

“Of course. Help wash me?” 

You pass the soap to Joohyun. She then lathers your chest and abs, feeling her soft hands caress your upper body. One hand reaches lower, grazing your thigh. Joohyun's touch almost makes you instantly hard. 

She suddenly starts to pepper kisses on your back. Her other hand also ends up dangerously close to your rod. Joohyun starts massaging your thighs, and you can’t help but hum to her touch. It seems she has ulterior motives other than actually getting clean. 

You were planning on getting a little dirty after showering anyways.

You quickly turn around and pin her against the shower wall. Joohyun sharply inhales as her back presses against the cold marble wall, contrasting the steaming water dousing the two of you. Your faces are now inches apart, feeling her breath on your lips. Her intense gaze sends shivers down your spine, the anticipation accelerating your heartbeat into overdrive.

“Aren’t you supposed to help me get clean?” you ask, a smirk slowly forming on your face. Your hand hovers above Joohyun's core, anticipating her next move. 

Joohyun wraps a hand around your shaft, making you exhale sharply in return. “I want to make the first night of our honeymoon special. We can clean up again later,” she replies, returning your smirk with her own.

She starts to pump you slowly, the lubrication from the soap making it easier for your length to slide in her hand. Following suit, you place your hand on her awaiting heat and rub her down, matching her tempo. Joohyun quivers to your touch, her breathing getting a bit ragged. She nods at you, mouthing “yes” over and over again.

Joohyun starts stroking you faster, making you buck your hips. You intend, however, to make her reach her peak first. Upping the ante, you insert two fingers inside her, making Joohyun moan as her tight walls envelop your digits. Her eyes slightly roll back up before focusing on you again. 

Your fingers piston in and out of her slit. Joohyun tries to keep up with the new tempo you set, but she's having difficulty concentrating due to your ministrations, her strokes losing momentum. She switches between squeezing and stroking you to try and distract herself from the pleasure. Joohyun is forced to breathe through her mouth, moaning loudly in between each breath, trying her best to stave off her inevitable climax. You start to feel her walls clench tightly around your fingers. 

And after one last swipe, Joohyun explodes from her bliss. 

Her juices coat your fingers and mix with the shower water as it drips down her legs. You press your lips against hers to stifle her moans, feeling her voice reverberate around your face. Your free arm catches Joohyun, who buckles from her intense orgasm. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding you tightly for dear life. You remove your fingers from her, rubbing her smoothly to ease her from her high.

She breaks the kiss for air. Joohyun’s face is flushed red, her glassy eyes regaining the steely gaze from earlier.

"Bed, now."

You two exit the shower in haste, quickly drying off. Joohyun pulls you into the bedroom and pushes you onto the bed. She wastes no time settling between your thighs. She licks your cock from the base to your tip before sucking hard on your head, disengaging with a loud pop. 

“Fuck—Joohyun,” you call out to her.

You watch as her tongue encircles your head, lapping up your pre-cum. Joohyun looks up to you with a lustful gaze that sends more shockwaves up your spine. She kisses the top of your head, cupping your balls in her free hand, before sucking down on it hard again. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your stomach flexing from her actions. 

Joohyun starts to take more of your length in her mouth. You can’t help but slightly thrust your hips with her every motion, hitting the back of your throat. The erotic sounds that come out of her gagging mouth almost overwhelm you. Joohyun was more controlled with her blow jobs, but you enjoyed it when she got sloppy, feeling her saliva drip down on your thighs and balls.

As she increases her speed, you bunch up her hair, holding the sides of her head to assist in her momentum. It gives you a clearer view of the erotic display between your legs as she bobs up and down your cock. The sight of Bae Joohyun giving you a very sloppy blow job could make you cum at that instant.

You didn’t want to finish early, so you softly held Joohyun’s head in place. She takes the hint, detaching her lips from your rod, a spit trail formed between your head and her lips. 

Joohyun slowly crawls on top, straddling you, and softly captures your lips. You pull her deeper into the embrace, breathing heavily as your lips smack together, tasting your shared breath and feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat. Joohyun mewls as your tongue lightly flicks hers. 

The two of you relish the slower tempo. Now that things are calmer for the moment, you take your time to admire your wife with your hands. Starting from the crook of her neck, you trace down to the curve of her back, mapping out every inch of her body. You know Joohyun like the back of your hand; what makes her tick, her weak spots, what she wants to hear from you.

How lucky you are to experience Joohyun like this. Your first time together was slow and nerve-wracking, but it was the most memorable; it was the day you confessed to her.

“I love you, Joohyun.”

Joohyun's look softens. She pecks you on the lips before hoisting herself up, reaching behind for your stiff member and lining it up her slit. You look into her eyes once more. 

“And I love you too. Make love to me.”

Then she slowly lowers herself onto you.

Things are different now. You're more confident now, wiser. But most importantly, you now are bound together; in more ways than one. 

As your tip penetrates her, a familiar tight sensation overwhelms your senses. Her eyes go wide as she reaches out for your shoulders. She barely manages to speak. “Fuck, you stretch me out so well.” 

It turns you on when the prim and proper Joohyun starts swearing, but you’re too engrossed in your pleasure to respond. All you can do is nod as she starts to lower herself even more. You moan as you penetrate deeper into her core, your toes curling into the mattress. Hands move to her butt, kneading her cheeks while guiding her down. You two sigh as your whole length finally ensheathes inside her, fitting perfectly like the final piece to the puzzle.  

After a moment of stillness, Joohyun starts to rock her hips. You fondle her breasts, watching them heave in your hands as she moves. Her mouth was slightly agape, barely containing the pleasure in her. You add to the tempo by thrusting upwards. She moans loudly, squeezing her breasts through your hands, increasing the momentum of her gyrations. The bed beneath you creaks to the beat of your slapping flesh.

You relinquish your hold on her breasts, moving onto her firm ass, giving it a light tap with your palm. Replacing your hands is your warm mouth, capturing a stiff nipple in your mouth, sucking hard as your tongue swirls the bud. 

"F-fuck I'm close!" she screams as Joohyun starts to shake. Her walls gradually tighten around you, signaling her impending climax. You hasten her peak by rubbing her clit, multiplying her pleasure. With one last thrust into her slit, Joohyun fervently captures your lips as you send her over the edge.

You stop thrusting into Joohyun, holding tightly onto her as she trembles in your arms. Her hips grind wildly on your cock. She mewls into your mouth, finding solace in sucking onto your lips as she comes down from her high. Eventually, she breaks the kiss and leans on your shoulder. Joohyun is still trying to lift her hips, hoping to bring you to your orgasm. Even if she’s tired, Joohyun still thinks of pleasing you.

“Honey, let me take over.”

With the remaining strength left, you switch positions with Joohyun, lifting her up and laying her softly onto the bed. The two of you moan, your length still deep in her while swapping places. You grab a pillow from the side and place it under her butt, making it easier to thrust into her from this angle.  

You pull back your hips until your length is halfway out, then slowly plunge yourself into her core. This position sends you deeper inside her. Joohyun can only whimper and moan incoherently, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her hand shoots out for yours, gripping tightly and making your knuckle turn white. Then her legs wrap around your butt and tighten your connection.

It's getting really tight around your abdomen, making it harder to breathe. You spread your legs and lean in closer for more powerful thrusts. Joohyun's arms shoot around you, pulling you in closer. You moan when you feel a sting as she nibbles into your skin, making you shiver from the unexpected love bite. Her walls contract around your rod once again. Your vision starts to tunnel in. Her tightness overwhelms you, and it takes a couple thrusts before hitting your limit.

You feel your cock pulsating, keeping yourself inside her as you send your warmth along her walls. Joohyun hums to the feeling of your warm seed spread inside of her. She peppers kisses around your face, attempting to coax you from your high. It takes a while before you get your breathing to a regular pace, the wave of your orgasm finally ending. You detach from Joohyun, rolling to the side. You feel the results of your tryst slightly drip onto your legs. 

The two of you are too tired to clean up the mess, opting just to enjoy the post-coital bliss. Joohyun rolls to your side and kisses you on your cheek. You kiss her forehead before closing your eyes to your fatigue.

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Nighttime graces the sky with its deep dark hues, the pale crescent moon shining like a silvery claw in the night sky. After waking up from your afternoon delight, you found Joohyun on the balcony in your oversized shirt, gazing out to the vast open sky. 

“Hey, Love, you’re finally up,” she says as you wrap your arms around her.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. You can’t remember the exact moment when you fell for Joohyun, but when you figured it out, it ignited that spark that sent you stumbling onto your path to her. 

The two of you bask in the warm, loving embrace, the stars witnessing the new chapter in your ever-growing love.

A.N.: Well, it's been a while! Got caught up with real life. Hopefully I've done justice to anon's request, it's been a while since I've written. So thank you Anon for the request! This is also self-edited, so I'm very sorry for the grammar errors. I'm currently going through the edits of this other one fic so let's hope I can post it soon!

Also, there's so much content out now. Can't wait to read the rest of my fellow writer's stuff! Till the next time! Also, whoever got the title reference, you're an OG

AN2: @vidroen , thank you for the request! You’re actually the first person ever to ask me for one. Till next time!

[thecommanderisnotdead]

Finally watched the last season of Orphan Black.

I might be crying

[baylabi]

EVERYONE LIKE AND REBLOG THIS RIGHT NOW

GIVE CATA SOME LOVE

I love Sky so much.

This game is absolutely beautiful and fun. Playing with friends is awesome and I have to thank @baylabi for many wonderful moments playing it!!

So here's a drawing of our skykids! I'm pretty happy how it turned out! (And it was also my first time using alcohol markers :))

[flyingcarpettours]

Cairo and Alexandria Tours

Get delighted with Cairo and Alexandria Tours and enjoy plenty of exciting activities while exploring Cairo and Alexandria. Take the steps that lead to scout around the great Pyramids of Giza and beguile your eyes between the gorgeous artifacts located in the Egyptian Museum. Travel to Alexandria and enjoy its amazing landscapes while visiting the great citadel of Qaitbay and the magnificent library of Alexandria. Discover the best of Cairo with Cairo and Alexandria Holidays and get the chance to visit the most famous archaeological site in the world known as the Giza Plateau. Start your vacation visiting the Giza Pyramids which represent the greatest achievements of the Ancient Egyptians. The great structures were built as massive tombs of the Pharaonic Kings. The construction of the Pyramids began around 2540 BC and was completed around 2560 BC. Discover the gleaming finds of the Valley Temple which was the main entrance to the Giza Plateau and characterized by magnificent of engineering, and its distinctive architectural style. Explore Sphinx which is a truly a mysterious marvel from the days of ancient Egypt. With a body of and a head of a king or god, Sphinx has come to symbolize strength and wisdom. With Cairo Alexandria Tours you will get a ravishing tour to the Egyptian Museum where you will get amazed by the unbelievable monuments as it holds more than 100.000 artifacts from the Pharaonic Period. Travel to Alexandria and discover the enchanting history of the city while enjoying its amazing nature. Get excited and visit the impressive Catacombs of Kom El Shokafa which is the largest and most important burial site dating back to the Greco Roman period in Egypt. The necropolis was initially built for a single family wealthy family, and then it entombed over 300 mummies. Entertain yourself with Alexandria Tour from Cairo and move to Qaitbay Citadel which is considered one of the most important defensive strongholds also along the Mediterranean Sea coast. It was built in the 1480 A.D by the Sultan Al Ashraf Qaitbay on the ruins of the amazing Lighthouse of Alexandria which was considered to be one of the famous Seven Wonders in the ancient world. Discover Alexandria Library which was built due to the orders of Ptolemy the second in the third century BC and it was said that it contained 700,000 books and it was the greatest library in the world at that time, dedicated to the Muses, the inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts in Greek mythology, and then take the steps that lead to Al Montazah Palace which is located on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean, built by those great kings in the first half of the 20th century, and more with our Tours from Cairo to Alexandria. Book Cairo and Alexandria Tours Day 01: Arrive Cairo At the time your flight touching Cairo Land, one delegate from Flying Carpet Tours will be holding a sign with your name, transfer to hotel, relax from the inconvenience of your travel, overnight in Cairo.

Day 02: Cairo Tours, Pyramids and Egyptian Museum Taste the flavor of your breakfast at hotel, then Flying Carpet Tours guide will lead you to a ravishing tour to Pyramids of Giza, feast your eyes by visiting Pyramids of Cheops, Chephren and Mykerinus, then your guide will take you to panoramic view of the pyramids, memorable photos available to the three pyramids together, next move to the Sphinx, scout the valley temple, relax by having lunch at local restaurant, after Lunch your tour guide will escort you to the Egyptian Museum which contains amazing treasures of King Tut Ankh Amun, finally back to hotel, night at leisure, or choose from variety of optional tours, Either to try Dinner Cruise on the Nile River with Folklore show, Belly Dancer, surprises are waiting for you, or try optional to the sound & light show at the pyramids, overnight in Cairo.

Day 03: Alexandria Tours, Cata Comb, Qaitbai Citadel, Alexandria Library, Montazah Palace Taste the flavor of your breakfast at hotel, drive by air-conditioned van to Alexandria, the awesome city, feast your eyes by visiting Cata Comb of Kom El-Shokafa, next excursion to Citadel of Qaitbai, proceed to the Library of Alexandria, unleash your soul by visiting Montazah Palace, your last visit will be to Roman amphitheatre (if visit was allowed), relax by having lunch at local restaurant, finally drive back to Cairo, overnight in Cairo.

Day 04: Cairo at Leisure Taste the flavor of your breakfast at hotel, relax at your hotel in Cairo, optional tours to visit the Step pyramid of Sakkara, or to feast your eyes between Memphis City and the open air Museum, you might also choose optional to visit Dahshur Pyramid, Red and Bent Pyramid, overnight in Cairo.

Day 05: Final departure Today is the valediction day, taste the flavor of your breakfast at hotel, then one of Flying Carpet Tours delegates will lead you to Cairo International airport, for the final departure. Included • 04 Nights accommodation in Cairo with Breakfast and all taxes • 01 Day Tour in Cairo to the sites mentioned at the above program • 01 Day Tour in Alexandria to the sites mentioned at the above program • Entrance fees to the sites mentioned at the above program in Cairo & Alexandria • English tour guide to explore Cairo & Alexandria • 02 Lunches at local restaurants in Cairo & Alexandria • One Bottle of Mineral Water at Cairo and Alexandria tours • Air-conditioned van Cairo / Alexandria / Cairo • All transfers in Cairo and Alexandria by air-conditioned van. • All service charges and taxes • Meet at Cairo Airport upon arrival • Transfer to Cairo International airport on final departure. Excluded • Egypt Visa • International flight • Any Optional tours • Tip. More info about: Cairo and Alexandria Tours Email: sales@flyingcarpettours.com Website: www.flyingcarpettours.com Tel.: +201099906242

[bisexualkaidan]

get to know me tag

thanks katie ( @jesterahlia​ ) for taggin me and keeping me alive on the blue hellsite

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′6″

WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? brown as dark chocolate babeyyyyy

DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS AND/OR GLASSES? i wear glasses when i need to watch things far away, but most of the time i’m not wearing them bc CAN’T BE FUCKED

DO YOU WEAR BRACES? used to, no mas.

WHAT IS YOUR FASHION STYLE? wrap skirts and dresses, stuff tight to the body, lots of reds and oranges and yellows bc i am actual fire. i love that sexy romantic look like im a femme fatale that also does magic and is a goddess

WHEN WERE YOU BORN? may 29th!! gemini till i DIE

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? yaahh, an older bro and an even older sis, and im good with them both

WHAT SCHOOL/COLLEGE DO YOU GO TO? rmit

WHAT KIND OF STUDENT ARE YOU? a literal trash student and it makes me depressed. struggles to attend class, leaves assignments ‘til last minute or doesn’t submit at all and skips class to avoid teachers out of guilt, really really bad and i’m trying to be better. i am passing tho, miraculously

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECTS? fine arts!! anything where i make things with these hands. music. drama. 

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES? black panther. after watching that i cannot remember any movie that i might’ve loved as much.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE PASTIMES? looking at art. sewing/knitting. laying in the sun. reading fanfic. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS? yah. i regret leaving my real gem ring in a school bathroom years ago and going back to get it only to see it gone. i loved that ring. 

WHAT’S YOUR DREAM JOB? i can make art at my own pace and people buy it for a lots of moneys. 

WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET MARRIED? yeah nah i dont really care about marriage DO YOU WANT KIDS? nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

HOW MANY COUNTRIES HAVE YOU VISITED? 15

WHAT IS YOUR SCARIEST DREAM? fuck i hate all my dreams bc they all bad dreams. EDIT: actually you know what FUCK those dreams where i’m driving a car on busy roads and highways without a full licence and without a supervisor and where im terrified of seeing police bc they’ll notice me driving a car alone without the right licence and i’ll be in big trouble and they’ll chase me FUCK THOSE DREAMS 

DO YOU HAVE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER? nah

PUT YOUR PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE AND WITHOUT SKIPPING PUT THE FIRST 15 SONGS.

Rabiosa - Shakira, El Cata W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighbourhood M4 Part I - Faunts Rock The Casbah - The Clash Tunak Tunak Tun - Daler Mehndi Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls Holoscene - Bon Iver Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine We Don’t Eat - James Vincent McMorrow Stay High - Habits Remix - Tove Lo, Hippie Sabotage (AYYYYY KATIEE SAME) Hospital Beds (iTunes Live cover) - Florence + The Machine Kiss With A Fist - Florence + The Machine Evergreen - Ben Howard R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys Sail - AWOLNATION (SAAAAIL)

[freezingwhitefire]

Sounds good!

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It was so bad, I figured he would feel so guilty that he couldn't save her. ^^;; I was trying to show small things in the game that would highlight how the link between them would work so things like helping reassure each other would be one of those things.

^.^ Yep, I feel like each of them has some item that they would be a bit better with than the others so they can help the others use. The Hero of Time was definitely the one helping with the slingshot, he made one himself in the manga so I figure he is used to it.

It was one of the Heroes reassuring him but it was Fi that led him to the Master Sword. I liked the idea that whenever they start feeling lonely or need something to help them the others just reach out to help support each other. It's not quite something they realize they are doing yet but after they meet they will figure it out.

I had to include that. I felt like Impa telling him that he was too late and him realizing how close he came to not getting there in time to save Zelda would make Link start ignoring his own needs so Fi and the others had to help out more.

All of the Links felt that. I will eventually do a Prologue chapter for each of them and that will explain why Storm doesn't realize it was him that experienced it. Naturally they figure out who it was quickly once things get going but for now they don't know.

I hadn't even thought of that, but I can assure you that Kishin was going to get involved. You'll get to see what happened when I write the chapter for the Hero of Time. It was really bad for him too but he did forget or repress the memory of what happened.

Kishin does know, and he was trying to help but wasn't able to. Again more will be explained about that part in the Hero of Time's Prologue. (I do intend to post at least the prologue on ao3 once I get all the chapters done.) I can say that the ones that sealed Kishin in the mask were involved.

^^;; I usually see them being portrayed as a couple and I had the idea of them being siblings as a fun little change.

XD I wanted to show where their nicknames came from and Legend didn't want to go. He obviously did go but he didn't want to leave his friends again.

I drew on Majora's Mask there with how that portal worked, whenever Young Link played the Song of Time he always seemed to fall so it felt fitting for them all to sort of fall through time. The color was purely what I thought Kishin's magic should look like since he is Hylia's brother in this au.

It has started but it also hasn't. Legend is going to be very concerned when he gets where he is going though since Storm won't be too aware.

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Thank you for the lovely comment as always!

Since the comments part is too short for a proper review, I’m putting it down like this. ;)

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First off, feeling so bad for Link. >.< That was really a bad moment for him. D= At first I thought the figure was one of boys or then Nayru herself but then I realized it gotta be Fi. XD Felt bit foolish of having not realized the main one but I’m putting it down to your explanation of Links being connected and how Hero of Skyloft ends up to the quest with them. ;)

OOOH! O.O This is so unique! Getting the Slingshot and being guided to how to use it and get the aim right! =D I’m thinking that’s the Hero of Time / Hero of Termina aiding him there. ^.^

OH! The Heroes being by him! ^.^ Such a lovely way to fend off the loneliness and give courage to continue. So, I’m assuming my first idea of the figure being one of the Heroes might not have been wrong after all. Yet, I do recall it having been Fi whom guided him to the Master Sword back then but *shrugs* reading forward.

OOH! I REALLY LOVE THIS! ^.^ THE HEROES ARE LOOKING AFTER HIM!!! And Fi doing the caring if Link ignores the others trying to keep him safe and sound. XD

O.O OMG! That was brutal! >.< Poor Link for feeling like that! D= And Storm aka the Hero of Time!!! TT.TT I’m just glad he doesn’t realize it was him whom was torn apart there. =/

You know, I kinda fear that if the nine of them hadn’t shared things the way they do…. Storm might’ve been killed by that or at least left really torn and possible without a way to be the Hero anymore. >.< That was so cruel and if Storm had gone through that alone….. Gah, I’m just SO waiting to read when the Links find out whom it is and they realize that if it was THIS hellish when SHARED, it could’ve been far crueler than agonizing if gone through alone. =(

O.O KISHIN!!!!! HE KNOWS! I SWEAR he knows! >.< He KNOWS it’s Storm that got torn apart like that! ……And now I’m wondering why he doesn’t let the info out. -.-‘ *shrugs* More answers to get from stories to come. ;)

By the way, is Kishin in here the same as Kishin in LU stories of yours? ^.-

IT IS!! Kishin as Hylia’s brother. ^.^ That I like. =)

Liking the conversation between Zelda and Link. ^.^

XD Poor Link. No warning and just dropping him through a portal. Just glad he didn’t scream out of surprise when the portal opened up BELOW him. ^^;; That was unexpected part but I like the color of the portal. =)

And so, the quest to heal Storm has started. ^.^

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Really loved this story. You’ve done awesomely like always! =D

[deadliketheothers]

Annals of the Cata

In these pages are the accounts of the few people I managed to come across in the wastes that were not trying to kill me, at least not outright. My journey throughout the midwest seemed to be an endless task, however it only took thirty years for me to complete my travels and come to a place I could finally call my own. It is here I began to reread through my notes and journal entries I had written in years past.  I noticed as I poured back over my pages that there were many inconsistencies in the dates, locations, and names of things, as a historian of sorts, I feel it my duty to correct these, but as a writer and someone who experienced the Cata first hand, I ultimately have decided to leave the errors in as originally written because at the time, these were not errors but simply what I knew or what I perceived, and thus they were reality at one point and time to me. Perhaps as the time comes, if there is any real interest in these dusty pages of mine, an annotation can be arranged and pressed, but as the wastes have very few who can read, and even less who can print or write, I find that an annotated copy of this work to be a far too lofty goal and ultimately a dream. 

One further note as I begin this project, my time wandering and writing in the midwest, I saw many a great things, however writing implements, and writing mediums were often far and in between as such much of my work was composed upon what scrap I could locate at the time and not in a finely bound book as they would have had before the Cata. I have done my best to enter into these pages to the best of my knowledge the order I had written each entry, however as I lost some pages, others were damaged, and yet still, others simply fell out and scattered in the wind before I could gather all of the pages, the time line presented here may be out of order as it is known to other historians and current writers of the wastes, but by no means should such a trivial matter cast any shadow of doubt upon the truths told in this book. 

As It Began

Atop the pillar was the orb, its polished sheen could be seen for miles. Late in the night as bright as the moon the orb shone over the entire town. This night was unlike any other except for one small fact, this night, Selena sat on the fence outside her families home and she stared at the night sky watching the stars. In a flash of light a star shot across the sky. Amazed Selena watched as this star slowed down and came to rest directly above the orb. The pillar lit up in a cascade of glowing blue and flickering red light that seemed to streak down from the tip to the earth in strange lightening like patterns. The ground began to shake and the fence upon which Selena sat began to tremble.

Her pink hair glowing in the soft light of the candle dimly flickering on the writing desk, she studied her tome intently. Every few moments she would turn a page and her dainty hand would rise up and push back the strands of hair that continued to fall forward as she continued reading. So intently she studied her tome she barely recognized the sound of footsteps approaching her. "Madam Anna, we have found the ledgers you have requested" Anna waved her hand and motioned for the scribe to place the books behind her on an already towering stack of dusty tomes. 

Tasked by the high restorative council with protecting the last of the known books in the wastes, Amy had spent more time than she would admit pouring over the tattered pages of the dust covered and partially burnt copies of books that the scrounging parties had brought back from their journeys. The tome safe, as the council called their small compound, was surrounded by thick concrete walls and had access to its own ground water table, luckily for the inhabitsnts, it was deep enough to not be completely fouled by the background radiation of the wastes. The council was composed of four major groups, the preservers, the travelers, the high council, and the laborers, each group was charged with a task that benefited the group in the best way possible. The restorers were those who demonstrated a gentle touch and high reading comprehension. It was their task to rewrite each book that was returned to the compound by the travelers.

The night air was chill and the scent of a long forgotten camp fire floated through the trees of the forest. The full moon shone bright and light the forest floor even through the thick canopy. Tonight was the night of rest for the pack. Every full moon the pack would return from their hunts and their prowls and lay on the stone that overhung the deeper parts of the forest. There in the middle of the pack, lit by a beam of glowing moonlight that punctured through the tree tops sat a woman. Long black hair fell gracefully down upon her shoulders and a set of geometric wings, black as the space between stars protruded from her back. Upon the woman's lap lay the alpha male's head, his head to the side, eyes closed and ears at rest. There, the pack was perfect, the pack was happy.

The lightening flashed across the sky, and there riding over head on a stallion made from the clouds themselves she rode. Her dread locks waving behind her head in the forceful storm winds. In her left hand she held the reigns of fierce blue eyed mount, and in her right hand she held the scepter of Queens.

It was the strangest thing the scientist noted. "I was standing in the field observing the tree line and how the birds would perch upon the limbs as they flew at high speeds, when all of a sudden the birds all took off of the trees and flew over my head, I thought it to be one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. That is until I returned my gaze back to the tree lines." Almost as if he was back in the scene the scientist looked down into the black coffee stained mug and continued. "There she was, this tiny girl, hair pink like flowers, eyes wide and beautiful, even from where I was I could see their glistening color in the light of the morning sun. She was barefoot and her skin porcelain as she stepped, no almost... floated across the meadow. But that wasn't the weird part, that came next... Its as if she was a flower and they longed for her nectar... all of them, I don't mean a lot, I mean all of them, she had to have had every single moth, butterfly and other little flying insect in the whole damned forest flying near her. It was something I could never forget. She was wearing clothes made of butterflies. When one would lift off another would land perfectly covering the spot left open." The scientist sighed. "It was the strangest thing. It was like she was their goddess and they catered to her every whim. She wasn't mean, nor heavy handed, in fact even from where I stood her gentleness could be felt, she would let the moths land on her finger as she kissed their heads and then lift her hand to the sky and they would all fly away, and with them, as they obscured her in their flight, she was gone."

The highway felt longer than he remembered, but then again he had never walked down it before, it was always driven. The asphalt beneath his feet was warm to the touch after baking all day in the summer sun, but since the sun had fallen beneath the horizon, it was a comfortable warmth that kept the soles of his feet warm as he walked. His back felt the ache of the all day walk with his pack upon it that he was all to familiar with, but the pack carried things he needed to survive. The hatchet on his hip dug into his thigh with ever step but without it he would have no way to get his fire for the night prepared, but from the clouds in the distance, fire would be the least of his issues he worried. Price still remembered what life was like before the defiled ruled the cities of the US, he chuckled to himself as he remembered how many nights he took for granted having a roof keeping rain off his head. He still had a little light left of the evening, and he had to keep going, the rad storms were going to reach him soon.

What could he do? The rain pounded on the tin roof of the shed he found. He had barely managed to get a fire to light before he was forced to take shelter from the rad storm that blew in from the west. No one expected the west to be the first hit, all the projections and analysts claimed the bombs would hit the east US first. Take out the command centers and leaders they said. Chris scoffed at the thought, "If only they knew." The fire sputtered as a particularly strong gust of wind snuck under the rickety door of the shed. Chris gathered his pack and laid down his rolled up sleeping bag. Before he laid down to sleep for the night, he took one last look at the fire and wondered if his friends were still alive. It had been months since they parted ways outside of Old Cloud village. Then he slept.

It was perhaps by her own sheer willpower she made it down the old 94. Losing her family to a herd of Infected Stags, she had two choices, Give up or keep pushing forward. No one knows if she chose to move forward on her own, some say too many days and late nights of video games had affected her mind and when the mushrooms finally came to cleanse the land, that was all it took. Those who became briefly close to her would often tell of her prowess as a gunslinger, and a lucky few were able to recount tales of her skills with a knife. Sam spent much of her early days of the Cata wandering the old 94, and while many saw her, few were able to talk with her, she seemed determined in her mission, keep the old highway clean and cleansed of all four legged beasts.

"T'was such a strange sight, no, a strange sound", Brett remembered thinking. His trusty walking stick that in times of need doubled as a rod for fighting was gripped tightly in his left hand. His knuckles white as he continued following the alluring yet eerie sound that caught his attention about a mile and half back. The town he had wandered into seemed desolate and empty, the prairie sands had covered most of the houses that were still standing, although few buildings could be classified as still standing. On edge, Brett continued to walk forward following the haunting melody that seemed to be growing louder with every step. The sand beneath his feet gave slightly with every step, but yet he was still compelled to move forward. There, at the center of town, a seemingly untouched church, steeple in place, paint clean and white, and door wide open, stood. Before the church lay thousands of broken pieces of glass. As Brett bent down to inspect a piece, he realized they were all mirrors. Etched into each piece were the cryptic words, Shadows begin to sing. pulling his attention away from the shards of glass and back to the open doors of the church, Brett peered forward only to find that the church was devoid of life. Walking further forward he stood in front of the door to the pristine, yet empty church. As he crossed the threshold of the sanctuary, the moment his foot touched the wooden floorboards, the singing stopped.

The glitter of the gold could be seen across the arid plains whenever the sun was high in the afternoon sky. Many wanderers even the defiled were drawn in by the strange lights. The prospect of a curiosity or of some long lost treasure seemed too much to resist for the folks caught in the glint of the giant golden throne. From miles away the sound of hundreds of footsteps could be heard pounding away on the pavement of the wastes, and the groans of those serving the queen served as a reminder to all who would gaze upon the green haired beauty, that their servitude was mandatory. With her own personal army composed of every creature who was caught by her gaze, Siren continued being carried upon her golden throne by her servants across the desolate lands in search of more slaves.

Prior to the fall of the sky and the terrible visions of those fire filled clouds, Josh had enjoyed life in Minnesota. The land was lush with a diverse number of animals and plant life. The sport of hunting had always brought him joy, even in his youth, but he never thought one day he would need to use those skills learned as a means to survive. The initial bomb blasts had little effect on the amount of animals in the region, it was the fallout and the years of background radiation that killed them. It was slow at first, but over the past decade, they had all but disappeared. With the drying up and unexplained disappearance of most of the lakes and the irradiated waters flowing through the rest, the flora and fauna of the previously lush state had been devastated. Hunting was no longer a sport, but a game of survival. Josh knew the deer before him was not just a meal, but a ticket to better trade goods as well as a means to survive the harsh nuclear winter season.

What a day, first the mubear that was running amok in Cillieatown, then having to run from a raider party, and now as she travelled through the glades, she came across a body on the ground. Giving a wide berth to the lump of human flesh on the ground, Clara heard the groan of a man followed by a shallow broken cry for help. Pausing in her soft steps, Clara turned to see the body she thought dead, shifting along the dusty ground. Taking a short step back she reached for her trusty .38 she kept in case of emergency. Almost as if the man heard the sound of the hammer cocking back he stopped his weak crawl. "Please, I....I was attacked by raiders... they took my... my daughter... please... get her back..."

For most, the Cata was unkind. The world tranformed into a desolate wasteland where rival groups faught bloody battles over the few remaining areas of farmland or un radiated water. Once great sprawling cities mow reduced to ashes or graveyards of twisted metal beams surrounded by dilapidated and blackened buildings barely recognizable. Even small rural towns didn't manage to survive the destructive powers of the hellfire that the bombs cast upon humanity. But among all this destruction, there was a woman who despite her previously kind demeenor, seemed to fit right into this terrible world. No one who knew Olivia in the old world would have expected her to now rule over the CagedCreeturs, one of the wastelands most brutal gangs. All across their territories you could see where the members had been. Bodies of their victims would be ripped apart and hung from the twisted metal power poles that still remained. Any one unlucky enough go survive being beaten or shot would be found trapped into a cage that was welded shut after they were forced in. Their bodies covered in the burns from the welding and their remains withered, dehydrated, and starved to death.

The wastes were home to oddities of all kinds, in the far east US territories, tales of men more machine than man could be heard, but on the west coast where the bombs hit the hardest, the tales and oddities that could be heard of were of a far stranger nature. Somewhere in the old world California, now the separate states of god's coast, the tale of the gecko woman were commonly known. Its said that somewhere, where the trees still grow, but the land died, a woman, short, with stunningly beautiful eyes lived. It is said that the radiation gives her an eternal youth and since the bombs fell, she hasn't aged a day, and while this would be the strangest part of any other story, hers is one of much more. There where the Redwoods cry their black irradiated sap that pollutes whatever it touches, lives Maddie, the gecko rancher. Her house, more of a hut than anything is fiercely protected by a band of massive eight foot tall geckos. They run as fast as dogs on two legs and have an acidic bite that melts through Kevlar and metal armors. Attacking everything that wanders too close to Maddie's home, they can be seen chewing on the corpses of the latest traveler unlucky enough to get caught in their gaze.

The ticking of the strange mechanisms were the only sound resonating from within the old mine in the west Virginian hills. Smoke poured from the cave entrance and from old rusted stacks that once supplied the mine with fresh air. It had been years since any soul had been seen this deep in the mountains, but for Frank, this meant this area was perfect. From a distance, no one would even know someone lived here, the decade of running the oil boilers and machines of the mine created a low hanging smog that obscured the entrance to his workshop from view by anyone farther than a half mile out. Inside the cave was an elaborate set of tunnels cared into the granite and limestone that had spent the past few million years undisturbed, however at the center of all this was the emporia as Frank liked to call it. This was his toy shop. The wastes provided plenty of mutated or deformed creatures which Frank would trap, experiment on, and study. When he was done, each of those creatures found themselves bottled in some sort of fluid and stored on the endless shelves of the chamber. At the far end however was the most interesting and terrifying of his collection, more machine than animal, Frank spent the vast amount of his time here bringing the dead back to life with the use of mechanisms and electrical pulses. These strange things were his pets, and each of them were lethal loyal to him.

Before the bombs fell, the land surrounding the old 169 was fertile and held farms for as far as the eyes could see. The land was known for its lush tree lines, cornfields, and green meadows, what happened after however, was stark in contract. The miles upon miles of the concrete and asphalt of the 169 now were overgrown by weeds and sun weathered trunks of trees that fell over the decades of winds and radstorms. The cracked and pitted path still saw much foot traffic just as the 169 did in the past. It remained to be the only road that could be used effectively as a trade route to the northern state and through the great radiated seas of The Vermilion Shores. The Town of Princes lay upon this road. A once thriving community that was nestled upon a wide river, now a series of shacks and crumpled buildings, and no one save for the traders heading north dared go near the polluted waters of the River Rummer. This time of year, when the snows would have fallen in the past, but now nothing but ash falls from the great grey clouds over head, was ripe for gathering meat. The Radogs that roamed the western lands around the Town of Princes migrated east to follow the River Rummer to some unknown destination. During this annual migration, the pickings for meat was simple and easy. Ivana spent much of her days out in the old ash forests gathering the days harvest of Mudberries and if lucky, any Radog that was daft enough to fall into the clutches of one of the hunter's traps.