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 Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 4:32 pm
Some deities were fierce, some were not. And some could be, like he himself. He normally was not such a fierce deity, one to be feared, he was calm and soft spoken he even spoke in words and terms that would not make much sense, unless he were being serious and would then talk normally. He however had no dislike for mortals, he loved them to be honest.
"Yes, I do believe so as well." Bowing his head a little, and tilting his head to the side, he smiled. "No fae is simply anything. There are many things which make you who you are and it all makes you special and unique, not simple." This spoken his blue eyes fell to his sleeping son.
"Yes, this is one of my youngest children. I have two sons and two daughters...and an egg." This spoken with a note of...sadness when he mentioned his sons. "This is Alyan. My daughters are off somewhere here." And the egg was within his and his mates chambers well guarded and warm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:54 pm
The god's words were a comfort, he was not 'simply' anything, he was not a simple creature and that was a great blessing for him. "I thank you for believing so, Limdur, I would like to think beyond anything else I am unique, but there are many poets in the world, how does one find something unique in each?" He smirked and watched the man's expression change at the mention of sons. There was something deeper there, something that hurt him, but Lunaris was not one to press the matter.
"He is a lovely child, and friendly from the looks of him. It must be a truly great feeling to have love, have children and a family." He smirked, perhaps at some point he would have those things as well.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:28 pm
"What separates each is what they write about, and the emotions in which they put into there work. I believe that no poet, even if there were millions of poets, would be the same as another." A light smile upon his features. No poets could be the same, ever. There were so many things which made each fae an individual there was no way for two who were poets to the be the same, he was sure of it. Between word use, rhythm they used, mood, were they blunt or did they use symbolism, how much emotions they put into the poets, what there poems dealt with. there were so many factors that could and did separate each poet and there work from the next one.
"He is lovely, though a trouble maker at the same time. He liked to eat my staff." He said with a chuckle and a brilliant smile directed at his son. "One night you will know such love, and have children. I am sure of this, you are a good and deserving fae."
"Come, we shall get you a room, so you may rest if it pleases you and decide if there is anything you need or want to add to your room." Turning to his fun, fully, he picked him up and cradled him gently. As Aylan rolled in his arms, to cuddle against him, he smiled further, a soft and loving sort of expression.
"Come, I'll show you the rooms. You may pick which room you wish to be yours." It was not his duty to pick which room someone else should live in, it wouldn't be nice or fair of him to decide where someone else would live.
Past the fae he moved, up the small stairs and down the proper hall where his followers had there rooms, of which only one was occupied. To the middle of the hall he went before stopping. Gesturing about the hall, full of doors. "Any bedroom you wish can be yours, aside from the one with a name upon it, as it's occupied."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 8:16 pm
The young fox watched as the god moved passed him and to that hall of doors, he following right behind him, taking in each bit of the temple as they passed. He would call this place his home, it was a lovely home.
He looked down that hall of doors and smirked, he then looking to the god standing there next to him. "If there a difference between the rooms? Or are they all the same to begin with? I do not require much, just a bed, a desk and a window to watch the sky." he smiled, the god's words about him someday finding love was a comfort, he did like that idea, he likes it alot. perhaps some day he would have a child too.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 11:03 pm
Turning his single visible eye on the fox he nodded his head, a slow sort of movement. "Indeed, they are all different." They had beds and desks, window and a connecting bathroom. He would not expect his followers to all bath in the same room, that could cause odd feelings and such.
"Each has what you require, and more I assure you. The colors and in some cases fabrics differ." The colors did differ in some cases the rooms were in warm tones and in others cooler tones while in many they boasted the colors the temple itself seemed to surround and fill itself with.
With curtained beds, roll top desks and bedside tables each room had a door to it's bathroom and a window, with a view outside and to the sky. Each window had a sill even, so the watcher could sit themselves down and observe the outside. But what else was had were witches glasses and arm chairs, book cases with a few books already placed upon the selves. Candle holders, with fresh unburned candles. The rooms were all ready to each be moved into and made into a personal home for whatever fae may choose the room.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:46 am
The fox smiled and nodded, he reaching out a grabbing the knob of one door, he nodding, turning his head back to the god watching. He chuckled. "i think...perhaps this room, it seems to be calling to me.." He carefully turned the knob, he pushing the door open before turning and looking to the god. "You are a kind and gentle man Limdur...taking in a near perfect stranger without a question. Thank you for this...and I give my word I will be a loyal follower."
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:25 pm
"If it calls to you, as you say, then I believe the room is meant to be yours." He spoke evenly. His long hair drifting across the floor of the temple, seeming to move with a very gentle breeze caused by the doors opening.
"I am no kinder then I believe all deities should be to those who seek to follow. I believe you will follow me loyally. I however have a period of time where one seeking to follow my leave, no questions asked. Once that time period passes you will move up in rank, I will tell you when that time comes. For now you should make yourself comfortable within your room and the temple."
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:41 pm
The young faefox listened as his God spoke, explaining how things would be for him. He nodded and smiled at the man that stood there. "You will find that I am not planning on going anywhere, Limdur...I told you I wished to serve you as a follower, and I will do so." He chuckled and moved to looked out the one window the room offered, The night was lovely, clear. "I give my word I will be the most loyal of your followers, Limdur. I have no where else to go...not now.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:05 pm
Quietly as ever just like the moon's shadow Alma walked up to his God. "Good evening my love, and to you young fox."
He thought he'd make a grand follower, and he wanted him to feel welcome, as his last words before he came in sounded as if they had a hidden meaning behind them.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:42 pm
((Going to skip to currant times, to keep in touch with the event currantly going on.))
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:55 pm
Limdur had sensed the change the moment it had happened, a darkness had stolen over the land. The darkness he sensed in the air was stifling, no good could he sense in the air. It seemed something had happened to Faetasia, something bad. He was sure there would be fae's hurt by those who thrived and lived for all that was dark and ebil. His mind made up, and words spoken to his mate and children as well as those who followed him Limdur had set about his plans.
As a temple which was neutral he would seek to help any fae he could. It was with the intent of sheltering fae's which brought about the expansion of his temple. More bedrooms, the halls became longer. The temple in general became larger on the inside, the outside appeared the same size it had always been.
From there the deity had requested of Vanity that beds be made. All various complimenting colors. From dark green to dark blue and dark indigo and purple to dark mauve. The rooms were all a little different, he didn't wish for any two bedrooms to be the same.
With his request to Vanity made, and her off to fulfill his request, Limdur went to look outside. The doors to the temple, heavy and wooden, closed behind him. Standing, with his back to the doors, the deity stood looking out around the temple. It seemed wrong, the moon was out. With such darkness in the air it was wrong that the moon should be gifting light to the world. With that thought firmly in his mind Limdur raised his staff and with his concentrated power the moon went out, like one would blow out a candle flame.
Till the good conquered the darkness the moon would remain out. It wasn't that Limdur was being evil per say, but he was answered the sweet call to his darker more malicious nature. The side of him which called for total darkness.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:08 pm
Caladwen wasn't surprised when her father turned off the lights. The same darkness which called to her father called to her as well, the temple and all those within the family were neutral aside from her own mate.
What did surprise her, but only just so, was that a month had gone by without her father lighting up the moon. His beloved moon, the moon who they all loved and adored so much, did not light up even for a moment. For this reason she did hope that soon those who were good, completely so, would rise up and reset the balance so the moon would once more fall onto the land and grace them all with it's beautiful light.
The temples expansion had come in handy, as many fae's had come into the temple seeking refuge from the darkness. Something she found distracting from the lack of moon light at times, thus all the fae's here was a good thing. Perhaps the only problem was all the noise when she wished for quite, so she could read or gaze at the pitch black sky.
Soon, soon, she was sure the good would rise up soon. How could they leave the balance so off? Surely there would be a reestablishment of the balance, and soon. That was what, after a month of darkness, had taken hold of the young Goddess. She could no longer bask in the darkness. She was not meant to be as in love with the dark as a demon or another more ebil deity. She was most happy when there was a balance, though for a short times she was sure having all of one or the other wasn't so bad. But for this long...it lost it's appeal.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:31 pm
Amaris emerged from the darkness to stand behind her sister
"It is rather discerning isn't it?" she mused, looking up at the darkness. "So much dark, no light to guide even a soul? I do hope what ever being it is out there causing all of this unbalance and unrest will remember their place in this world soon. I grow tired of constantly being revered, and not even I thought i would say that"
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:43 pm
Since the attack in the village, Lunaris had taken to locking himself away in his room. He had not seen his mate, his children in weeks and he made no move to do so. Only now did he leave his room, he moving about the temple's dark halls. He enjoying the feeling of the cool, all embracing darkness around his body. He did not recall being so intune with the darkness before, yet now, he saw it as a beautiful things. He held a tablet of paper and a quill he content to sit in the main temple room, writing tales of the night.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:55 pm
Glancing to her sister, from where she stood in the circular room. She'd come here, to once more gaze upward and hope to see the moon. But father was obviously not going to turn the light back on just yet.
"That is indeed hard to believe sister." She spoke, giving her younger sister a small smile. "I believe it is grandmother, Chaos, behind this." And Chaos could do whatever it was she pleased. "Father is just...favoring his darkness right now." And his darkness was obviously stronger than there own.
Her eyes turned than to the fox, a follower. "Good evening Lunaris." A small bow of her head, in greeting to the fae. He had changed, she could sense it, and knew right now he wished for time to himself. So simply settled for greeting him. She would not interrupt whatever it was which he worked on this evening. Her gaze turned back to her sister than. "I do hope no one outside is hurt in this darkness." Weather it be hurt by tripping over something or attacked. She did not wish a single fae come to harm during this darkness. Though she knew fae's would be hurt, changed, and forever not as they once were.
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