#kie'fon

[druidess-kiefie]

Summertime Kiefie ♥

[zandali-dominion]

Fon'akaai Ceremony

The Temple of the Five Pillars was kept clean. However, it would still appear deteriorated, no one could return it to what it used to be - At least, not now or anytime soon. Still, this was a place for many followers of multiple Loa.

A ceremony was made in hopes of assisting the return of the Loa to the island, the stone of the ruined temple was marked with runes of power. Hope for the return and faith in the Loa was steeped on the breath of every attendant. While small, they’d hold much in their hearts for the future. 

Rafeek was the first to approach, the Priest of Gral moving towards Zin’Vik as the Snake Priest’s behest. He’d offer his blood, being given a skull to hold as his palms would bleed, and he’d be given his time to speak.  “Half a decade now, Atal'Gral lay under the ocean, where the bones of my people lay, unrested and angry. And underneath those bones are even more unmarked graves - to my ancestors who lay beneath the ocean floor, unrested and confused. And yet... I feel it, even now that my power to the sea is so dim... I feel it still. The bones of all of them; unrested. Angry. So - Antu'jin Zin'Vik - Priest of Hethiss. Do you wish to gain the boon of the Sea through Grallian eyes?“ When the Snake Priest was confronted with the question he’d give him the chance, but once the prayers and offerings were given. Hir’ackee, Priest of Hireek, would have his chance to give to honor the Loa. 

Hirackee would nod and seemingly offer his staff to the air, which immediately began to somewhat float in front of him. He began to gently raise his hands up into the air as if raising something. Closing his eyes and began to murmur. Verdant energy would spring forth from his hands and roots, spreading outward around him slowly in a beautiful pattern. Flowers would quickly bloom, pollinate, and produce a variety of colorful tropical fruits. "I would like to offer these to Hir'eek." He would say after his spell and snatch his staff out of the air. Zin’Vik just barely began to turn around to hear what Hir’ackee had to say. Then he'd catch the glimmer of the magic of the dream. Noticing the affect the crystal he wore around his neck had. Still, he'd then watch as the flowers would bloom. "Gather them. But I may need you to show me your true form. That is very generous, I am certain the Loa of yours will be proud to see your care." He'd voice openly at the side. Soon, the Hireek Priest turned from his druidic form, one he said he had learned while he spent time within the Cenarion Circle, and showed himself for what must have been weeks. Hirackee nodded quietly and murmured a incantation that caused a controlled vortrex of wind to rise. He would gesture towards the pillar with Hir'eek’s name carved into it. At the base of this pillar an increasingly more powerful force of wind would swell up and bring in all of the fruits and flowers quickly and efficiently. Hir'ackee would then sigh as the bark began to recede from his skin, branches would drop and vanish, and what would be left is a Gurubashi Troll.

Zinvik then moved to stand beside the circle of stone. Bringing a clay pot from a bag at his side, then filling his hand with what seemed to be a dark tar-like substance. Afterwards, he'd make marks on the stone, it seemed to flare out towards the center. Five circles of power were made on the outer circle. A prayer, and trinkets made of jade were carefully placed within and beside runes embodying the Loa. "Countless... Voiceless... And the sightless... We invite you to this island where the drums of your people have gone unbeaten for countless suns." He'd voice, and then bring his ornate bronze blade out once more. "Those who are here, we offer you this - A beginning to a new home. Let our hearts be the drums that call you, let us make them hear you... We are your children, and we are lost without guidance. Let us hear you. From the sea, to the land, and to the skies. This place will become your home as it becomes ours. Protect us and show us the way we may not yet see. For you are all-seeing wise." He'd say lowly, then as they'd come around, the Snake Priest also brought out a bag of salt... Using it to mark around the individual people. Keeping them within it. "Do not step out of it." He'd say towards them. "Place your skulls within offering circles in front of him." He'd say, as the tar circles were conveniently within arms reach on the ground in front of them. The ceremony had gone on, and mistakes had occured, the braziers went unlit, a mistake on behalf of the Snake Priest. Still, he’d think quickly, telling Tazjiin to ignite the braziers set at the base of every pillar. While it took long, and the ritual was a bit paused, there were things here which took their call. The fires burned brightly, and Zin'Vik reached out to take the crystal from Kie'fon, and placed it within the circle. It crystal would be dim, as if it held no power, but it was always that way. It had offered some respite to the nightmares, but what was it now? Another offering to the circle. The Snake Priest murmured beneath his breath, almost giving up, but then they'd all see the movement of the jade statues. The crystal began to glow brightly, pivoting and turning towards specific jade statues. Rezan, Torcali, Shirvallah, Kimbul, and a few others. It span wildly, and then shattered at the center into many, many pieces. However, all of these pieces glowed brightly. Then they'd all feel a sudden surge of wind over them, the flames glowing brighter in this harsh wind. The jade statues holding firm, and the circle held up.... It lasted for many moments, and after a time it would pass - Leaving them with the question of what remains. The blood from the skulls were gone, and the fires would burn out after. Afterwards, the island was quiet, in time, the sounds of birds came about again... But now, they could hear something. All of them. Calling them at the back of their heads, pecking at their consciousness, and they'd notice a single fish jump out from the coast, then fall back beneath the water. One may see a serpent hanging from a branch. Another may yet sense the call of a feline in the distance. And the last would see the plants around him begin to decompose and wilt, as the cycle may yet demand. A subtle hand. Afterwards, the members of the Zandali Dominion would find themselves in different levels of disbelief, some of them questioning if what they saw was truly real.

[druidess-kiefie]

Shes ready for STVBB! She just needs help cutting the top of this melon to make some special brew for Team Thrill. 

[druidess-kiefie]

Kiefie all ready for @faebelina‘s Winter Ball!! :)

[druidess-kiefie]

Stunning commission I got from @v-i-s-h-k-a ! SHES SO CUTE!!! ♥

[druidess-kiefie]

Secrets

Kie’fons life has always been full of small, yet personal messages, gifts as she’d call them. The pressed honey between the pages of her journal greeting her as she turned the pages, she could almost taste it; the way she sucked the remaining sweetness from the softness of her palm. The way the same regal all-knowing bird would perch across from her hut and ruffle its feathers - every single day, as soon as the sun created the warm radiance of shapes across her floor. It wasn’t a real day without him. She’d recall the way her spine would tingle and she’d become almost too aware, suddenly remembering the honey, the bird, the dancing shapes, every word in her journal, every Loa there ever be. She wouldn’t realize until later these small, useful yet useless messages would be the connection to what makes her who she’s meant to be. A Druidess, a Lioness.

[druidess-kiefie]

Kiefie just met this dude whose almost just like her. Both a Fon, both sleep in trees that are literally almost next to eachother, both lazy cats who sunbath, similar personality traits, and both fight with clawed weapons. She bought him a drink and they flirted really badly with eachother and before she left she kissed his tusk and ran away. 

[zandali-dominion]

Voices of the Lost P.2

"The founding of this place... Would it still lay hidden in the shadows, or will we find ourselves hearing it answer our questions?"

Thursday for P.2 of Voice of the Lost, Kie'fon, Tazjiin, Vol'raka, Sajix, and Zin'Vik went to a short trip to the Temple of the Five Pillars, they didn't figure out much more that they didn't already know - It was still a mystery, but as time went on, Kie'fon found an old coin with the symbol of what seemed to be a raven on both of its sides. What she didn't know was the meaning behind it, and neither did the others, so Tazjiin called on Cordae, and the raven only responded with, "Coin - Currency - Payment!" before it would take its time, looking around the remains of the temple, and then it would whisper into Tazjiin's ear. "Corpus is home..." And in most people this would prompt some alarm, but it seemingly prompted curiosity in the Witch Doctor, and the group would be told about what was said. They'd begin to walk back towards Fon'watha, fervently avoiding the caverns. Upon arrival, they'd try to summon Corpus from the orb they reside in, but instead they'd hear movement from the furthest hut on the island. What they would find after seeking to see if it was a possible intruder that managed to avoid all of the wards was a tall, feathered being with leathery wings.

Sajix took a quick dip in the hotsprings, didn’t burn alive, and everyone watched as this fully armored Gurubashi was sitting in a bubbling pond. 

Its eyes glowed blue with hues of purple swirling within its form, and it spoke to them. It had Corpus on its shoulder, and it was apparent that this being used to live here before they did. However, it wasn't long before it revealed its true form, and she didn't seem to be much older than forty. A few moments passed, skin and bone molding, a Zandalari woman was seen standing before them, and her name was revealed to be Akil'alarion Rahshekk, but she admitted to once going by the name of Darkweaver Reakks. After a good questioning, she stated to them that she has come here because they activated one of the crystals within Tal'akaai, beginning the cycle again. 

After that, and being frustrated that Cordae wouldn't come back to her and instead the raven decided to stay with Tazjiin, she secluded herself within the hut by activating the rune that causes a door to manifest.

[druidess-kiefie]

ALL THE NUMBERS... Too many? *sighs* Fine, then 1, 15 and 38. For Kief!

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?I first chose her name because of my favorite Pokémon and because I like weed and weed related items. Kief + Leafeon= you guessed it. When I moved to a rp server I just hoped it sounded trollish enough to keep. Then I found some trollish words and made up a little story about her name. Dah'kuna wipes her brow, and half smiles at her new daughter, she notices her size, and her hair color; the same as hers before she dyed it red with blood. "Ah fon." She says, her emotion questionable. "Muuki wot?" Ta'nebe squeaks, peering in the doorway. The toddler giggled at his new sister and waved his small hand. "'llo Ki." Dah'kuna smiles, "Joo wanna call ya muuki, Ki, huh? Wot bout Ki'fon, we name we togethah." Ta' nebe happily nods. Soon after walks in Rivaki with a basket of fish, he nearly drops it. "She 'ere!!" He drops the basket and falls to his knees. "She ah smol one." He smiles. Dah'kuna looks up, "Meet Ki'fon." Rivakis eyes widen "Fon!? No ah tol ya ah namin 'er, Joo named Tanebe. Was gonna name et t'ief.Dah'kuna sighs, "Den Tief'fon okeh?" Tanebe whines.. "But Ki.. She looks to her son.."Den.. Kie'fon." Rivaki growls, "No fon" if she gonna be ah fon den ah throwing an e in dere, can stand fo e'ko or something. Kiefeon. So be quiet. 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.Menorath, the warlock she met while trying to buy rare or illegal potions one time. He captured her, his demons were very rude, and he tormented her and halted her journey for a bit. It's been a long time since she heard his name, but she would pin her ears back and snarl in fury if she heard that name again. 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?"Da sun be life, days why ah got ma tattoo" If she could she would sun bathe everyday, listen to the birds, smoke on the roof of her hut. The rain is nice too for laying in her furs, just listening and cuddling. Anything but the cold she will tolerate.Thanks @datwolfmonraz !

[druidess-kiefie]

Kie been so romantic lately, I guess thats what three months of isolated feral training does to you. She just wants to cuddle. 

[druidess-kiefie]

Aesthetics - Kiefie

Fill in the below categories with 1-5 things that your character can be identified by.

NAMES: The Lioness - Bethekks Prowler - Druidess of Shadowprey

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS: Playfulness. Curiosity. Motivation. Anxiety. Willpower

COLORS: Gold. Orange. Yellow. Coral. Red. Teal. Brown. White

SCENTS: Savannah Grass. Jungle Rain. Blood. Jasmine. Fur

CLOTHING: Loincloth. Golden Collar. Necklace of Fangs. Warm Patterns. 

OBJECTS: Gem Figurine. Animal Skull. Potion Bottle. Dagger. Incense. 

VICES/BAD HABITS: Trickster. Child-like. Introvert. Spaced Out. Aloof

BODY LANGUAGE: Smirks. Claw Tapping. Snarling. Ear Scratching. Snickering

AESTHETICS: The Lion King. African Culture. Spirituality. Tropics. Gold

SONGS: Awakening Earth   Humano   Starvation   My Blood   Run Wild

Tagged By: @azekal Thank you!!

Tagging: @feral-nights @tinyfoxfriend @tbonehavoc @juulcaz-cespenar @bwonsamdii @shirvallahsfury @discipleofhethiss @drowsydrood