#ellyan

[bharv]

Also I planned this and shared with some folks and others might find this interesting!

In my little canon world Gortash has many lovers, and I compiled a little list of his favourites!

Everybody listed here happened multiple times over a time period, so people like Haarlep which was a very set period and one off seductions like Liria (the name I gave to the elf whose head can be found in the workshop in Moonrise) don't count here.

Neither technically does Manva Warhelm, though she sits on top for always being on his mind sue me.

Putting under the cut because Enver Gortash is a bad, bad, bad man.

Bane. I mean this goes without saying. Visits from his God are always eventful. 

Musahn Mensahn (Human) a Calishite importer of people who docks every few months. One of the few people Enver is actually fond of, Musahn is a shrewd, cultured man who spins a good yarn and is an attentive, gentle presence in his life. Afternoons with him are like a little holiday.

Del Dawnstar (Dwarf) A young employee at Mistress Yare’s flophouse in The Wide, Enver has been seeing them since they were a teenager starting out. Their position fluctuates; on the one hand they will do anything he asks of them as long as their price is met and he has been able to shape them to his tastes, but on the other hand, sometimes he likes a bit more of a fight (features in Let Me Adorn You)

Hester Ashenheart (Dwarf) A servant in Gortash’s household. He knows Hester does not like him, but that is part of the appeal on both sides. She has found herself in his bed on a number of occasions, often when he has received a less than pleasing letter - and she bears the brunt of the worst of his temper (Features in The Portrait)

Franc Peartree (Human, deceased) Franc and Enver have been working together for around a decade and have been lovers for almost all of that time. Franc has been a close supporter of Enver’s rise across business, politics, and religion, and their affair has always been one of a mutual understanding of his place.

Kruugar (Half-Orc, deceased) Kru is a mercenary who has worked for Enver across jobs. This one is pretty much just physical, and Kru has a prosthetic that Gortash fitted himself as a prototype (having also cut off his arm)

Kerrie Lovelace (Half-Elf) Gortash traded Kerrie and her brother Ellyan from Calimshan, and let her be bought by Karlach Cliffgate in what he saw as a very funny and misplaced moment of chivalry. She went on to become Ulder Ravengard’s mistress, which then sparked his interest; he blackmails her for her company when he feels he wants that particular feeling of power, and she cries all the way through, which is exactly what he is looking for (features in The Portrait and Ammunition)

Ivo Thorngrove (Halfling) A very shrewd moneylender, Ivo has been working with Enver for decades. They had a much more physical relationship when both men were younger, which has petered out into something more familial for the most part, though Ivo can sometimes be persuaded…

Helsik (Dwarf) A completely transactional, only occasional relationship when he wants something. He admires her business sense. 

Wisteria Jannath (Human, deceased) Another transactional relationship, Enver nonetheless enjoys her sharp wit and warmth, and her understanding of what their relationship is.

Ettvard Needle (Human) Editor of Baldur’s Mouth. Enver met Ettvard when working on improvements to the efficiency of print and they formed a close working relationship which became closer when he joined the Banite church. 

Ffion Goldgrind (Dwarf, deceased) Another working relationship, he sees Ffion when he needs a heavy reset.

Fariza Linnaker (Human) Technically his wife. Fariza was kidnapped and held as collateral for ransom to attempt to get Lady Ruth to hand over some of the family’s gold. She did not play ball, a move that Gortash deeply admired, and instead suggested that he keep her if he really wants the investment of the Linnakers. She has gone from locked up in a safehouse, visited only by Manva who “trained” her in what to expect should she live, to being locked up in his estate. He loathes her weakness.

Avery Sonshal (Human) Avery is a recent addition, an ambitious young man who is a Banite “friend of Gortash.” Enver doesn’t think much of him, but he takes a cock well and is eager to please, so is also easy to subjugate.

[gazeta24br]

Evento acontecerá no Teatro Popular de Niterói O Dia do Super-Herói Brasileiro (DSHBr) é comemorado no dia 24/10 mas é em setembro, dentro da 1ª Niterói Expo Geek, que a cidade de Niterói vai celebrar a data. O evento será nos dias 16 e 17/09, no  Teatro Popular Oscar Niemeyer, no Caminho Niemeyer. Os apaixonados pela cultura geek também vão poder acompanhar a homenagem do DSHBr através de uma live, no primeiro dia do evento, a partir das 12h. O foco é ampliar a divulgação do gênero no Brasil e auxiliar no processo de busca da identidade ou das múltiplas identidades dos super-heróis nacionais. O evento pretende auxiliar na democratização do gênero em todo o território nacional e buscar mecanismos de medição para que, desta forma, tenha-se números mais precisos da produção e consumo desse estilo de quadrinhos no país. A celebração online do DSHBr vai premiar 10 categorias: melhor lançamento do ano, melhor lançamento do ano (publicação digital), homenageado do ano, Guardião dos Brazucas, destaque do ano, desenhista de super-herói brasileiro do ano, colorista/flatter de super-herói brasileiro do ano, roteirista de super-herói brasileiro do ano, super-herói brasileiro popular do ano e super-herói brasileiro do ano. Como nos anos anteriores, o DSHBr terá um super-herói símbolo, escolhido por votação popular. Concorrem os seguintes heróis: Lagarto Negro (criação de Gabriel Rocha), Capitão Ninja (de autoria de Marcelo Cassaro) e Príncipe Oscar (de Gustavo Barroso). As votações já estão abertas pela página oficial do evento no facebook: www.facebook.com/diadosuperheroibrasileiro O DSHBr foi idealizado pelo ator e quadrinista Elenildo Lopes conhecido pelo nome artístico como Ellyan, criador do herói Capitão R.E.D, ganhador de dois prêmios e trabalhador da área há mais de 10 anos. A criação da data aconteceu em 2020 e a escolha do dia 24/10 foi devido a estreia do seriado 'As Aventuras do Capitão 7', exibido pela TV Record, de 1954 a 1966, considerado o primeiro super-herói brasileiro. O Dia do Super-Herói Brasileiro conta com incentivo da Prefeitura de Niterói e da Secretaria Municipal das Culturas (SMC), por meio do Edital Cultura Geek. O Teatro Popular Oscar Niemeyer fica na R. Jorn. Rogério Coelho Neto, s/n no Centro de Niterói.

[aaravos-answers]

Who was the first person you kissed? Was the kiss in question magical?

....Her name was Ellyan, and she was my best friend.

No, it was more awkward than anything. Neither of us quite knew what to do.

We remained friends for many years after that, but we were never anything else.

[xeo-kunsatan]

There's no context, just Ryan and Her Gayness

[spacecreatorart]

Goretober Day 29 - Wings

My goretober list

This one is quick because we gotta live fastt.

A bit of story behind the drawing below the cut.

If you remember the “Acid” day then maybe you read about the cult of the forgotten god and his cultists looking for messiah. Well, this boy is the messiah. His name is Agran, but he also is known as Ellyan. He is a half elf. His father was a human noble, his mother an elven maidservant. For his entire life his one and only dream was to be a knight someday, and despite racism, despite people who did not wish him well, he managed to earn his sword and his cape and his armour. He was why about his success, but so proud, so happy...

Soon he was assigned to protect a large group of pilgrims, as they were resting on his father’s land.

In the middle of the night, he was captured as many others from the camp by cultists. He was enslaved and tortured, waiting for his turn to be fed, as all of the other slaves, with the liquid flame.

When his turn came up, after months of imprisonment, he wasn’t one to die immediataly after drinking the liquid that burned his throat and his tongue and his lips. When it reached his stomach, it bursted with flame filling his entire body with fire. He fainted and a god of all things dying appeared in front of his eyes. The god opened his huge, burning mouth and swallowed him whole, making him his own, marking him as his messiah.

He woke up days later, in his cell, where he was thrown with many others who lost their mind or fell in a coma or died after drinking the liquid flame. He woke up, filled with rage. His entire body was burning on the inside, hurting like hell. He couldn’t say anything, only grunt with his teeth gritted, jaws clenched because of pain. His back was hurting the most. Like he had raw flesh exposed on his back, that turned out to be... a pair of naked wings, the skin charred, with old blood stains. His body was changed. His blood was no more his own.

The fire filled him with rage. Blinded by pain, blinded by his god’s consciousness, who finally could manifest in this realm, he murdered every person his eyes laid upon. All of the cultists, all of the slaves, even the Prophet, who was the only person who could really hear his god’s words.

He realised what he had done days later, when he again woke up, still stiff with pain and burning from the inside, but his mind clear. He saw all the blood on his hands, saw the cave filled with corpses he created, saw his own blood - now a liquid flame - covering his body, but with no injuries. All of them healed in a matter of hours.

He couldn’t go back home. Not like this. Not with fire burning inside his body, not with crooked naked wings growing from his back, not with a rage that would make him kill half a hundred men in frenzy. He covered himself, buried the bodies and with destroyed mind and soul that was no longer his own, he ran away from that terrible place.

Will I post more art of this poor, tortured half-elf boy? Yes. Eventually. I’ll make him a proper introduction and show his face.

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[sonoftheinfamous]

Tightrope walker

Ellyane had been a prized and decorated prima ballerina in France. She had spent years training to be the best and she was… until she fell in love with a gypsy man named Malik from a traveling circus and ran away with him to be a gymnast. They eloped and started a family among the circus– having a son whom they affectionately named Duncan.

The young boy grew up to be a star– one of their top gymnast in the big top, growing up along a handful of children, but was usually kept away from them in order to be trained by his mother. He had natural talent that was crafted in to a very beautiful art.

From a young age, he seemed to always liked magic– which had drawn him to the magicians son who was far too sweet and would show Duncan tricks when he asked. The young gymnast developed a small crush on him, though his mother often pulled him away to practice more and learn how to properly create acts of his own.

By the time he was an adult, he was part of their biggest act, doing archery and beautiful gymnastics paired with ballet. He had certainly grown in to his parents child– having Malik’s handsome face with Ellie’s blue eyes, with a dancer’s body, very in shape and curvy. He was often found walking along the tight rope and stinging along the ribbons, wearing his tights and point shoes.

@thestrangedoctorisin

[kingofnovvhere]

　 　 　　 　 　　　　　 #close┊16O419┊actividad off 　　 　 　　 　 　 　 　　　 A little pice of my soul 　 　 　　　 　 　　　 　　 　╎#Curiosities #Jiaproject #verde #KingOfNowhere;

　　　　　　　 　　　　　　　　 O1. Mi nombre completo es Jason Blake, pero casi nadie sabe mi nombre. 　 O2. Soy zurdo, pero de pequeño era ambidiestro, aun sigo trabajando para volver a serlo. #ForTheWin 　 O3. Tengo una manada algo peculiar, conformada con mis amigos más cercanos. 　 O4. Soy un lycan de sangre, eso significa que toda mi familia esta conformada por hombres lobo. 　 O5. Actualmente no tengo ninguna clase de relación amorosa, pero termine una muy simbólica hace no tanto. 　 O6. Mi padre murió cuando tenía 14 años, y desde entonces solo vivo con mi madre. 　 O7. Mi más grande ambición, por el momento, es convertirme en medico especialista en criaturas mágicas. 　 O8. Soy un alfa verdadero, es decir, no tuve que quitarle el poder a nadie, puesto a que me levante entre los betas gracias a mi carácter y moral inquebrantable. 　 O9. Soy un gran fan de la cultura pop, en especial de las peliculas y los cómics, de superhéroes en particular. 　 1O. Tengo dos gatos de mascota, Socrates, que siempre ha estado conmigo y Calipso, que fue un regalo de una vieja amiga en mi primer año en la universidad. 　 11. Soy un gran fan de la música alternativa y punk. 　 12. Colecciono esferas de nieve de todos los lugares que he visitado o a donde mis amigos viajan. 　 13. Soy parte del equipo de lacrosse de mi escuela, como portero. 　 14. Tiendo a ser algo extremista con mis emociones, soy alguien muy sensible y a la vez indiferente con quienes sienta que no lo vale. Amable o grosero en igual medida, según la situación. 　 15. Me considero muy bueno en la materia de Astronomía, aunque la astrología siempre ha sido algo que también me llama la atención. 　 16. ADORO LA PIZZA. La podría comer 25/8.(?) 　 17. Tengo varias alergias, pero la más grave de todas, es la que tengo hacía la nuez. 　 18. Me considero muy cercano a todos mis amigos, pero mis mejores amigos sin dudarlo son Zadkiel, Drake y Ellyane. 　 19. A veces me suelen dar ataque de pánico y me hiperventilo. (?) 　 2O. Estoy totalmente convencido de que los dinosaurios solían tener enormes orejas, pero como no tenia hueso, todos lo olvidaron. #Pray4Dinosaurs 　 21. Soy un geek en todo el resplandor de la palabra, Lord of The Rigns, Star Treck, Star Wars, DC y Marvel, y super fan de GoT. 　 22. No me respetan en mi team aunque sea al que ponen de secretario. #MásSadQueKiel 　 23. No me gustan las indirectas cuando se trata de mal entendidos, prefiero decir las cosas claras y como son, y que me las digan de igual forma, pues detesto jugar a las adivinanzas. 　 24. Soy en extremo sobreprotector, desde mi proyeecto, mis amigos, mis mascotas, todo aquel que lo necesite, haha, se que a veces no debería ser así, porque me meto seguido en lo que no me importa, pero no lo puedo evitar. 　 25. Quiero ponerle a mi hijo Robocop desde que tengo memoria, es como mi meta de vida. (?) 　 26. Llevo escribiendo con mis amigos entre 2 y 3 años, y cada vez se nos ocurren tramas más tontas. #VatosLocos 　 27. Por otro lado, con Drake llevamos escribiendo más o menos 9 años. #Compas 　 28. Lleve por mucho tiempo temática de Harry Potter, con este mismo FC, y pertenecía a la casa Revenclaw, los mejores años de roleo de mi vida, pues ahí conocí a amistades que me han durado hasta ahora. 　 29. Como ya dije, me gustan los comics, los de DC son mis preferidos, pero lo que muchos no saben o no se esperan, es que mi superhéroe favorito, es Aquaman. 　 3O. SIEMPRE HE QUERIDO TENER UNA RANA DE MASCOTA, tengo frustrado ese sueño. 　 31. Me considero alguien bastante agresivo, o brusco, en particular cuando se trata de palabras. 　 32. Una vez Ellyane casi me ahoga con una papa frita, so fucked up. #TeOdioElly

33. Mi tematica favorita, fallida y frustrada, fue una de terror, donde nos iban matando de uno a uno, que nunca pudimos desarrollar. #RIPShadowfen 　 34. Tengo un desorden obsesivo compulsivo a menor escala(?). Suelo contar mis pasos cuando camino y tienen que terminar en un numero par, me gusta acomodar las cosas de forma geométrica y separo mi ropa por colores. 　 35. Por alguna razón, siempre, sin importar la tematica o la vida, haha, siempre creen que Zadkiel y yo somos novios o hay algo entre nosotros.#jotosalways 　 36. Le tengo… no tanto, pero si un poco, de miedo a las tormentas eléctricas, Los truenos suenan como el rugido de un gran monstruo y suelen dejar todo a obscuras y… digamos que también me da algo de miedo la obscuridad. 　 37. También me da miedo el olvido… siempre he creído que uno muere dos veces, cuando pierde la vida, y cuando su nombre es pronunciado por ultima vez. Me aterra morir en vida. 　 38. Digo los peores chistes del mundo, pero son tan malos, que son buenos.#No #NoLoSon 　 39. Soy bastante torpe, no puedo caminar un tramo de menos de tres metros sin ya haberme tropezado o chocado con algo. 　 4O. Siempre he creído que es muy lindo ver llover y no mojarse. 　 41. Adoro contar cuentos, historias random y bizarras, es como, creación pura. 　 42. Suelo tener insomnio, me cuesta dormir en especial en verano, por el calor. 　 43. Se tocar la batería y el piano bastante bien. 　 44. Cualquier cosa, persona o animal adorable es mi debilidad, solo me dan ganas de estrujarlo y cuidarlo. 　 45. Mi marca más característica son dos pequeños lunares que tengo sobre mi ceja izquierda, que muchos confunden a primera vista con una perforación. 　 46. Tengo un tatuaje de una cruz negra en mi nuca desde los 15 años.#BadBoy(?) 　 47. Me sé todas las canciones de todas las películas de HSM… sí.#Gay 　 48. Se puede decir que soy muy impresionable, cualquier persona me parece fascinante por el simple hecho de ser diferentes a mi y tener ideales distintos. 　 49. Me considero alguien muy relajado, a decir verdad, mi lema de vida es “Vive simplemente, para que los demás simplemente vivan”. 　 5O. Siempre he tenido esa fantasía boba en la que estoy con esa persona especial, en el techo de mi casa, solo tirados ahí, viendo las estrellas. 　 51. Soy pansexual, aunque muchos no lo saben, eso significa, en pocas palabras, me gustan los humanos, no por su sexo, su genero, o su apariencia física, sino por su valúa como personas y quien realmente son por dentro. 　 52. Aunque la verdad, si me gustan más las chicas. #SorryBoys 　 53. De pequeño quería ser granjero. 　 54. Mi postre favorito es el Pie de Manzana, lo adoro con todo mi corazón y también lo podría comer todo el día. 　 55. No puedo pronunciar bien la R y todos me hacen bullying con eso. 　 56. Mi amor platónico más grande es Ramona Flowers, el personaje de cómics de Scott Pilgrim. (?) 　 57. No veo películas de suspenso con Drake porque se pone nervioso y se pone a gritar como loco. 　 58. Adoro ayudar a la gente, siempre que puedo, no hay nada que me llene más que hacer a alguien sonreír. 　 59. Mi forma de lobo completo, es un lobo ártico, me suelen reconocer por que aun en mi pelaje tengo las dos marcas, como lunares, sobre mi ojo izquierdo. 　 6O. La fuerza me acompaña y soy uno con la fuerza.

[craftygeminicreation]

Winter Stars by ellyane featuring birthday posters ❤ liked on Polyvore

[moonsilksworld]

Hmmm... 2 hours, minimal edits. It took me half an hour just to decide on 3 names lol. 😂 😂 😂 A bit simple but it was nice to write something short and not tied to something else lol. And I like writing prompts! That's how half my stories got started lol.

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"You were here, but then you were there and now I'm confused." He stammered.

"What is there to be confused about?" I answered, my lips threatening to spread into a grin. "I was there," I added, flashing back to the window, "and now I'm here."

His eyes were still on the couch where I'd been seated a split second ago. Was it wrong to be enjoying this? Possibly... My old Master would not approve of me displaying my skills in public, but I couldn't help it. For once, I was having fun. When was the last time I'd had fun? I couldn't even remember.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

Humans were hilarious. This one particularly so. His eyes were darting back and forth. He wouldn't look at me? Was he afraid? I stopped flashing and studied him. Shaky hands, eyes wide open, chest rising and falling rapidly, breath catching... He was backing away, back towards the exit. Aww come on! Don't leave, kid. Damnit ! If Ellyan found out, I would end up on cesspool cleaning duty for a month.

I flashed to the door.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked, smiling as brightly as I knew how.

He swivelled to face me and started backing away in the opposite direction. Didn't even answer, the brat! I was trying to be polite...

I tried again. "I'm Cosmo. Who are you?"

"T-t-t-tavi." He said. He kept on backing away.

Right through the hole in the wall. Damnit!

"Tavi?"

Heart racing, I flashed to the opening in the old ruin's wall and looked down. Forget cesspool cleaning duty. If I killed this kid, I'd be locked up in a Containment Unit for the rest if my awfully long existence.

To my relief he wasn't splattered on the rocky ground below. But where the hell was he? Hands shoved my back and I fell nose first towards said ground. With a curse, I willed myself back to the room to find Tavi roaring with laughter. The joke was on me. Apparently.

"I won't tell your old master if you don't tell mine," he offered.

"Deal! Wait..." Has he read my thoughts? Did he know me?

Tavi wiggled his eyebrows in answer. Wonderful... A Mind crawler...

"Are humans a little bit more fun now?" he asked with a smirk.

And it was the beginning of a long friendship. One that taught me much about humans and their quirks. One that also reminded me that differences should be celebrated and that life should be lived to the fullest. And Octavian did exactly that. Always. I don't remember a dull moment with him in the 80 years I knew him. Farewell my friend and may your next journey be as happy as the last.

Writing Prompts

1. “Didn’t you hear? You’re dead.”

2. “Today marks the first day in history that you weren’t a dumbass.”

3. “Even when I leave my very clear instructions, you still manage to accidentally set something on fire. How?”

4. “You were here, but then, you were there, and now, I am confused.”

5. “New things are always fun, but that doesn’t mean the old has to get any less fun.” 

6. “There was something you said that really spoke to me yesterday, oh yeah, it was-.”

7. “Moonlight is the only light I like, the sun burns me.”

8. “I moved out so I could get a dog.”

9. “What? When did that happen? How long was I gone for?”

10. “You know that arrow was meant for you right?”

11. “Maybe there was something about it that I was drawn to, maybe it was fate, but regardless, I knew I needed to have it.”

12. “My personality? Really?”

13. “I could have said something, but I didn’t, and you know why? Because I’m not a mean person, that’s why.”

14. “Hey, I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

15. “Have you ever heard a song that describes exactly how you feel, so much so, that you can’t help but listen to it over and over?”

16. “I am not going to say I am experienced in this, because I’m not. However, I have killed someone before, so that should count right?”

17. “There isn’t anything wrong with breaks. Especially breaking bones.”

18. “Maybe I didn’t! Have you ever thought about that?”

19. “Pranks are cool.”

20. “I can’t bake a cake. What makes you think I can bake a cake?”

21. “Why can’t numbers be less complicated?”

22. “Oh, that’s because I won.”

23. “You just got burned, and by burned I mean detonated. Just lie down and die. There is no bouncing back from that one.”

24. “I could say there is a silver-lining but dude, this sucks.”

25. “There wasn’t anything that I wanted more in that moment then that cake, so, I did what I had to do.”

26. “Conversations? Socializing? Being outside of my house? That sounds horrible, no.”

27. “Because even the sky cries, but beautiful things always happen after.”

28. “Today, I will be the new me, and by new me, I mean I won’t throw myself at the cookie tray.”

29. “Why are you playing the ukulele?”

30. “I dunno? Just set it on fire, I guess.”

[drakonika]

So yeah, I went and created my own characters for @whitemantis‘s world of dragon people. Here is a bit of info about them, please read it first. Sadly, I don’t have any arts of them, so you’ll have to use your imagination.

Below is a little story I wrote about them coming to the twins’ clan. I have a couple more ideas which I’d really love to write out, but I don’t know when I’ll have enough time for that ;_;

The sun was already down when they saw the lights of a village up ahead. The prospect of finally spending the night under a proper roof and not on the ground, huddled behind some shabby rock, brought tired smiles to the faces of two friends.

– Are you sure they would let us in so easily? – asked Kyda with deliberately excessive concern.

– I’m going to haunt their village for all eternity if they don’t and as a result I die of broken heart, despairing at the humanity’s loss of compassion towards fellow people! – Ellian exclaimed with a dramatic flourish of his hand, and grinned impishly immediately after. – Don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of outdoor camping for this week. No harm in trying!

He spurred his horse onwards, and Kyda followed suit, hiding a smile in the corners of his mouth. Knowing Ellian for such a long time, he wouldn’t put it past him to actually fulfill that threat and become a restless spirit haunting his offenders. Still, their food supplies were running low, and hunter’s luck wasn’t on their side these past few days, so a stop somewhere populated was needed, and better sooner than later.

Sure enough, they were greeted by the guards patrolling the outskirts of the settlement, and after a short (but succinct and heartfelt) explanation were allowed to spend the night in an empty shed near the stream that marked the village border. The guards took their horses to the village stable as a precaution, and warned that the guests would be taken to the clan leader first thing in the morning. The shed was small and had only several piles of hay and some pelts inside, but that was more than enough for the exhausted travelers.

The next day, as promised, the guards took them to the clan matriarch, where Ellian went through the usual routine of explaining who they were and what the purpose of their journey was. The clan leader Irya, a woman of great age and even greater wisdom, was understanding of their situation and allowed them to stay in the village, but they were expected to provide something in exchange for the hospitality – such was the law that governed the grassland communities. The friends had some money and valuables on them when leaving the city, but as it turned out, the grasslanders preferred to be repaid in deeds.

Kyda overheard some men talking about the hunt that day, so he volunteered to help the hunters, and Ellian, confident in his cooking skills, offered to help the women prepare something special for the occasion from the spoils they would bring back. His proposition was met with a fair amount of doubt, though, and he was set on clearing that once and for all.

Kyda did look reliable, but the village hunters still wanted to test his strength, because no matter how impressive he looked, he was still a stranger, and none of them wanted to risk their lives blindly trusting him.

– I just hope they don’t ask you to shoot the wings off a fly while doing a backflip blindfolded, – said Ellian when Kyda came up to him to leave his belongings for the duration of a trial battle. The combatants were required to fight shirtless, wielding only one weapon of their choice. Kyda chose a spear, as did his opponent.

– Ugh, don’t remind me, – Kyda rolled his eyes, remembering that one village which followed utterly ridiculous rules and didn’t even leave them a chance to get anything. – These guys seem sane enough.

– Alright, off you go then, – Ellian gave him an encouraging slap on the back. – Good luck!

Kyda grinned and stepped out into the clearing already surrounded by the spectators. He made his way to the center where his opponent, a brown-scaled and scarred warrior, was waiting. Kyda twirled the spear in his hands and took a battle stance, noting whispers around as he did – he was using the style that was common among the city soldiers, so his stance always triggered such reactions.

Meanwhile Ellian didn’t seem interested in the fight at all. He was instead observing the crowd – apparently, more than half the village had gathered there – taking notice of the individuals who could make potentially interesting talk partners. For example, that girl with an eye-patch and a falcon perched on her shoulder – Ellian had yet to encounter a village that used birds for hunt, and this was a great chance to learn more about falconry. He had just made a mental note to come up to her later, when another woman standing next to the girl noticed him looking at her companion. The dark-haired white-scaled maiden shot him such a glare that it sent a shiver down his spine. He tried his best to keep calm, gave her the friendliest smile he could manage at the moment, and promptly switched his attention to some other part of the audience. There was another girl in the front row, with dark red scales and matching hair, she was watching the fight with keen interest, pointing at the combatants and saying something to the serious-looking young man standing beside her with his arms crossed. The two looked very alike, and Ellian thought that they must be siblings.

Apparently, Kyda noticed that keen attention pointed at him, and performed an especially flashy move that caught his opponent off guard and brought him to the ground, where Kyda pinned him down, the tip of his spear hovering mere millimetres from his opponent’s throat. The battle ended.

– Show-off, – Ellian snorted, while the crowd around cheered and clapped. Now Kyda was guaranteed a place among the clan warriors in today’s hunt.

They left about an hour later, after discussing the details and strategy. Ellian heard that they wouldn’t be back until late afternoon, so he had plenty of time to walk around the village trying his best not to look suspicious while asking about this and that. He wanted to check out the aviary, but decided against it after giving it some thought and remembering that obviously dangerous lady with white scales. He dropped by the stables instead to make sure that their horses were properly fed and tended to, and spent some time discussing the breeds used in the grasslands with the horsekeeper.

After that he took a stroll along the “main street” of the village, noticing a bunch of kids playing in the open. They were cautious of him at first, but a couple of simple tricks with the disappearing coin proved enough to soften their attitude, and the candy that he brought from the city was met with pure glee. In return Ellian asked the children to tell him about the games they liked to play, and was generously allowed to join them for a round of “Be my shadow” (he lost spectacularly).

His next stop was on the banks of a stream where several of the clan’s women were finishing up the laundry. He helped them carry the baskets of clothes back to the village, and was rewarded with a nice tasty red apple for that. Promising the ladies he’d come back for the evening feast preparations, Ellian continued his tour about the village, enjoying the juicy crunchiness of the fruit.

With the apple eventually gone and most of the village observed, he had only one place of interest left unvisited – the aviary. Having mustered enough courage, Ellian braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, but hardly had he started (rather reluctantly) in the direction of the aviary, when a sudden commotion at the edge of the village made him stop in his tracks. As it turned out, the hunters had returned, bringing with them two huge wild boars and a dozen wild geese. The spoils were swiftly taken to the kitchen, and almost half the clan set out to prepare for the festivities, while the hunters went to wash themselves and get some rest, though not after receiving their share of praise and gratitude. Kyda was practically beaming with joy, and Ellian could hardly remember the last time he had seen his friend so content.

While Ellian was busy showing off his skills in the kitchen (even going as far as starting a friendly contest with the head chef) Kyda was more than happy to teach the village warriors some of his favourite battle moves (which earned him more than a couple of curious glances from the passing girls). The preparations for the feast were in full swing, and the air was filled with cheerful anticipation.

At last, the tables had been set, the food was ready, and everyone gathered around the large fire to partake of what the spirits blessed them with today. Kyda and the hunters were retelling the events of the hunt, playing out the most thrilling moments for the utmost enjoyment of the audience. Ellyan was watching them, sipping his drink and actually enjoying that special kind of tiredness that you get after completing something that yielded a very satisfying result.

Eventually Kyda returned to their seat, grinning from ear to ear, and plopped down beside Ellian. He started to say something, but noticed the unusual quietness around. The festive clamour died down, and two young dragons rose up from their seats to come closer to the fire. These were the siblings whom Ellian noticed in the crowd during the trial fight. Now he knew their names – Vygo and Indrys – and that they were not just siblings, but twins. They took each other by the hands and started singing. Ellian didn’t understand the words, but the melody seemed familiar, as if he had already heard it before somewhere.

– Hey, isn’t this song… – he turned to Kyda and stopped mid-sentence: his friend was staring wide-eyed at the singing twins as if transfixed, fumbling for the belt pouch where he kept his flute.

That was the moment when everything clicked. Ellian remembered where he had heard this song before, and Kyda’s reaction made perfect sense – because for him that song was much more than just familiar.

Kyda’s hands were shaking when he brought the flute to his lips.

A third voice joined the resounding duo – a wordless one, coming from a simple wooden flute. The twins faltered for the tiniest second, but didn’t stop. Instead, they slightly shifted the tone, as if embracing the melody and at the same time riding on its gentle waves.

The song ended, and several moments of silence were followed by solemn applause. Worried, Ellian glanced at Kyda, who was sitting very still, his face blank, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

– Hey!

Ellian turned to the sound and saw Vygo stomping angrily towards them, Indrys right behind him, ready to stop her brother from doing something he would regret later.

– This is the song of our clan! How come you- – he stopped short, taken aback by the sight of Kyda’s tear-streaked face. – What the-?

Kyda blinked, as if just woken up, and rubbed at his eyes hastily.

– I-I’m… - he tried to take a steadying breath, but it sounded more like a broken sob.

– His grandfather was… – ventured Ellian, but fell silent when he felt Kyda’s hand on his shoulder.

– It’s okay, – Kyda said quietly. – I’m okay. Thank you.

Vygo, his initial outburst now subsided, sat across from them, ready to listen to the explanation. Indrys sat beside him. The rest of the clan also turned their attention to the guests.

Kyda took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Ellian shifted a bit closer to him, unable to shake off the strange uneasiness.

– This song… My Grandfather taught it to me. He was from the grasslands, he spent almost half of his life here before moving to the city. He told me, that my Grandmother loved to sing this song, because it held the memories of her birthplace. She had left this world before I was born, so I don’t know much about her, but Grandpa loved her with all his heart.

– What is your grandfather’s name, dear guest? – the question came from Irya, the matriarch, who was listening closely to the story unfolding, and it looked like she had a certain idea forming in her mind.

Kyda rose from his seat, showing his respect towards the leader – the woman, the elder.

– Vadreen, o clanmother, – he answered. – Vadreen of the Clan Bluebird.

The name was greeted by a quiet murmur from the older people present. Irya raised her hand, requesting silence, and smiled.

– And your grandmother, – this was not a question, but a statement, and seeing Kyda open his mouth, eager to answer, she gestured gently to him not to speak yet and continued, – was named Lyrra.

Dumbfounded, Kyda couldn’t utter even a single word, so he just nodded, because that was indeed his grandmother’s name. Irya smiled again.

– I remember her well, – she said, a hint of warm sadness in her voice. – She was one of the best songstresses in our clan, and everyone’s beloved older sister. We saw her off with a light heart, because she would never want to see us – her family – being sad because of her. I am happy to know that Lyrra’s song got a new verse that will certainly bring with it even more new ones.

Irya closed her eyes, falling silent for a moment to honor the memory of the late songstress.

– Clan Bluebird is located in four day’s way from here, to the north-east. You will have a map and enough food for the journey. We will not hold you if you decide to leave first thing tomorrow morning, but remember this, – she smiled again, – you are always welcome here, Lyrra’s grandson.

It took Kyda a few moments to grasp the full meaning of her words, and he still couldn’t fully believe in what he had just heard. At a loss for what to say, he simply walked towards Irya, stopping about five paces in front of her, and bowed slightly, his right hand over his heart in a gesture of gratitude.

Ellian took another sip from his mug, smiling to himself. The road to their dream wasn’t just a way in the dark anymore.

[aaravos-answers]

Do you remember seeing and/or meeting humans for the first time? What was it like?

Starling, that was millennia ago. I was, oh, so very little.

In the old days, you see, the entire continent was called Xadia, and humans and elves lived together all over Xadia, along with dragons, phoenixes, and other sentient creatures. Seeing humans wasn’t so rare for most elves.

For me, my parents were rather protective. I think I was around six the first time I met a sentient creature that wasn’t of my arcanum. A Sun dragon, if I remember correctly. But you asked about humans.

I don’t remember how old I was exactly. Young, small. My horns didn’t have the points they do now, so I must have barely started adolescence. It was my first time out in Xadia alone, so I had to be at least thirteen.

She was smaller than me by over a head. Dainty, even, especially compared to the tall, powerfully built elves I knew. Her skin was such a beautiful shade of brown, and her hair was like a cloud. I was entranced. Every elf I knew had deep purple or blue skin carrying their own star map, and straight or wavy white hair. The few other elves I’d met had straight hair too. I remember wondering what kind of magic humans possessed, that they could pull clouds from the sky and wear them. Perhaps it had something to do with their lack of horns, or their extra fingers.

I didn’t believe my mother when she told me humans didn’t have magic. I didn’t listen when she told me not to go near any human, or any creature I didn’t know, without her, and I snuck out to see the human the next day.

She was there again! Picking strawberries. I remember just watching her as she ate almost as many berries as she put in her basket.

Finally, after a week, I worked up my courage and leapt down from my spying um surveillance tree. I don’t remember the exact wording of our conversation, but I’ll try to paraphrase.

“Hello,” I said.

She jumped. Starling, I startled her so much, she literally jumped.

“Don’t be scared!” I held up my hands. “I’m just an elf.”

She held her basket in front of her like a weapon. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” I said. “Startouch.” I pointed to the stars under my eyes. “See?”

She lowered her basket, taking a couple steps closer. “Yeah.”

“Can you say anything else?” In case that was rude, I added, “My name is Aaravos. What’s yours?”

“Ellyan,” she said. “You’re really a star elf?”

I nodded, confused. “What else would I be?”

Ellyan shrugged. “There aren’t many star elves in Xadia, is all.”

“There are plenty!” I protested. “We just don’t live here.”

“Here?”

I gestured around. “On Xadia.”

“Where do you live then?”

I waved my hand at the sky vaguely.

“In the sky.”

“No, I-- oh, it’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Because?” Ellyan sounded like she’d heard that before. “Because I’m a kid? Because I’m a girl?”

“Um, no. Because you’re not Star-connected.”

Ellyan made a face at that, then reached into her basket. “Strawberry?”

I paused. The little red fruit glowed like a ruby.

“It’s good,” Ellyan said.

“I know!”

“Have you ever had a strawberry before?” 

I lifted my chin. “Yes, of course.” I held out my hand.

Ellyan dropped the strawberry into my palm. “Don’t eat the green bit.”

“I’ve had strawberries before,” I huffed. Ellyan’s eyes twinkled as she bit the stem off another berry before popping it into her mouth. I followed her example, and my eyes widened.

“Oh. My Stars,” I breathed.

“I knew you hadn’t had strawberries!” Ellyan declared.

“I have so! Just,” I admitted, “only the ones that were already cut up and with milk.”

“They’re better fresh from the vine and soaked in sunlight.”

"Can I have another?”

Life was good then, starling. Before all that business with Sol Regem and my apprentice. 

[italiandesignbyadele]

Victorian by ellyane featuring a tube vase ❤ liked on Polyvore

[sonoftheinfamous]

King of demons, hell, and all evil

He had not been king for very long-- only a handful of decades since the execution of the previous king by his own hand-- own sword. It was the way of things in the land of evil incarnate and he was a product of his raising and as such he was far more dangerous than his predecessor. He was the new reigning king of hell and he would remain such until someone could defeat him and take his head as their prize. Many had tried, but none as succeeded. He was a strong demon. Smart and cunning, magic aplenty, with abilities that no full breed before him had possessed!-- but he wasn't a full breed like some had believed. He was the product of taboo affections between the demon Malik and the Witch Ellyane, but hay family secret was kept from the public. Duncan was a good king-- a good king to bring order to the lands of chaos. The first thirty years had brought the wars to an end, separated the lands and put the right politicians in to positions that would lead to a more unified hell. After the organization was set, he began to explore, leaving his most trusted advisor to rule in his place while he explored the human world with his own guard of half breeds to keep him company as he explored different parts of the human realm. He was in Florida. A town called Jupiter where performers were said to be. @thebamfblueelf

[happyspuma]

Traveling with Ghosts by ellyane ❤ liked on Polyvore

[craftygeminicreation]

Nature Set!

Nature Set! by ellyan featuring forest trees ❤ liked on Polyvore