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HORN JEWELRY: A silver ring encircled around the base of her horn, with a slim gray chain dropping from underneath. Hanging from the chain is a silver disk with a star sapphire embedded inside. Passed down from her mother, Delinne.◐ Steadfast
◐ Objective
◐ Perceptive
◐ Allocentric
◐ Stubborn
◐ Reserved
◐ Chary
◐ Melancholic
◐ Candid
Fleeing Helovia when she was young, Cahira has very few memories of her time there, as she was brought up in Arazar, of Aestralyn. With her mother’s decline into madness, she grew to view Azarel as her anchor, her hero. She’d wanted to be like him, maybe if she had, Destry would love her, and her mother wouldn’t weep so much whenever she looked at her, and… But as her brother grew, he also grew in hunger. His desire for power was insatiable, a ravenous lion, like the one at his side. She knew how her mother watched him, how she would grimace whenever he overstepped her, knew something was wrong. Yet he was Azarel, and she loved him, and he loved her and their mother, and he was doing everything for the best, for them—so they could be happy for once—she was so naive.
When the Lord of Time severed them, tampering with the encroachers in his land, she’d felt the pain of his loss in her life like a wound. He was her constant, and mother, always trying so hard to be brave, she’d missed them both. So she’d searched, and searched, and when Nótt had settled as a snow leopard, and Dagr a ermine, she’d found them. The tales of the Rebellion in the wilderness, of the Silverflame, travelled far into the bustling streets of Ujeizeka, capital of Arazar. For a few coins, the scavengers there were eager enough to tell her where she might’ve found him, across Ashary, at the Oasis near the sea. ‘It was a dangerous road,’ they’d said, ‘the desert is home to coyotes, eager for a meal.’ Unfortunately, the coyotes hadn’t been what found her, as she’d made her way into the arids. That had been the raiders and thieves, the outlaws. And when Dagr was held in the talons of a hawk, and Nótt corralled by grinning wild dogs, their teeth ruddy with blood, what choice did she have? They’d let her go in the morning, and she wouldn’t think about it, couldn’t think about it or she would burst, she had to find Azarel and when she did everything would be okay again. Mother would know what to do, they’d be a family again, together.
He’d found her, though, when the Oasis was in sight and the cool brook gurgling down to the sea had quenched her thirst, it had been Azarel who had come to her in labor pains. ‘It’s too soon,’ Nótt had snarled, so when the colt had been born, stiff and veined through blue, Cahira had sobbed—with relief, or horror she wouldn’t know—”It isn’t mine, it isn’t,” and he’d taken her in. Murmured how she’d grown, and when Cahira had seen his harem, she’d been sickened. He told her how he’d soon be the King, how he’d make things better for her, for them, how They wouldn’t hurt her anymore. But it wasn’t Them gouging the dagger into her heart, it was Azarel. The way he looked at her, as if she was chattel, “This isn’t you,” she’d begged him to reason with watery eyes, “Mother wouldn’t have wanted this.” His expression had clouded, made her stomach clench, it was almost cold. “You wouldn’t understand,” he’d told her, as if she were a child, and when he’d left her, Cahira had wept anew. This time, it was out of anger, out of mourning.
Azarel had died, this creature was not her brother.
When his lion had slunk into her confinement on the fifth day of Azarel’s denial to allow her to see her mother, their mother, she’d been resigned the Silverflame had quite enough of her, and had sent Aslan to hear her complaints. But when the lion had roughly shoved her into the sunlight and, at Nótt’s furious challenges snarled, Cahira had known fear. She’d been sped along like cattle through the guards at her doors, out of the herd grounds, and when Aslan had come to a halt in the middle of nowhere, when she’d turned around to meet his gaze and seen a stern kind of tenderness instead, she’d understood. “You brilliant, wonderful beast, Aslan,” she’d exclaimed into his mane with wistful laughter, he’d been her playmate once too, and when he’d prodded her away with a low, content hum, she’d ran.
When Ujeizeka had dawned before her, and her knees had gave way, and she’d collapsed into the sand, it had been Cicuta the Nightingale who had found her. Fed her, watered her, the Nightingale who had been so entrenched in their family history as to befriend her mother, to save Azarel, to now save her. And when she’d spilled the contents of her stomach alongside her tales into the ground at her hooves, it had been Cicuta who had believed her, who had brought her before the King of Arazar, to plead him to prepare for war. With a kind of hopeless dread Cahira had seen how the face of the King had changed, how he had scowled, sworn retaliation with a mere twenty of his guards and set out to have the head of the Silverflame by daybreak. She’d careened out of the throneroom, ill in her bones, she’d felt the Nightingale’s gaze bore into her spine and shivered. Maybe he was a creature, but he was still her brother, and she couldn’t let him die.
Cahira had floundered out into the Ashary at daybreak the next morning, and found out the full measure of how bloody war was. Her mother had told her of the battles she’d fought for, for her kingdom, and how she had admired her, how Cahira had gleefully thought of the soldiers at arms as heroes. But now she was witnessing one, and it wasn’t a battle exactly, it was a massacre.
The guards the King had brought alongside him stood little chance, cut down by Azarel’s army, and through the melee and chaos she had caught her first glimpse of her brother, the soon-to-be King. Sweat cascaded down his flanks, a smug curl to his frothy lips as he had made his way through the throng to the King of Ujeizeka as though it was the easiest thing in the world, and Cahira… Cahira felt all of the blood in her body drain away. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t even a soldier. Right then, Azarel was a monster.
All of the hurt and the anger and the love boiled up inside of her like the sea in a storm, and in the next moment she found herself slamming into Azarel’s side and lurching them both down into the rocks and sand, hardly aware of what she was doing. She’d screamed at him, something Cahira had never done before, Dagr had shook between her ears and Nótt had screeched as Aslan shifted towards them, the lesser leopard careened into him and then Azarel’s eyes had swam into her blurry vision, shocked and irate and hurt, hurt like hers. “You’re a monster, you’re-you’re not my brother anymore! I don’t know who you are, Azarel! I-I hate you!”
Then the Nightingale’s tiger had bounded into her Nótt’s side, and Cahira whipped her head around to stare at him horrified as he cried out, and Azarel was stepping to his hooves and suddenly Cahira couldn’t think anymore. She’d attacked him, she’d attacked him and she couldn’t retract her words now, not now, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to, Destry’s face swam in her mind—’and keep that thing out of my sight!’—she’d been right, Cahira was a thing.
So she’d turned and fled, she’d ran like she had in the forest with Aslan, ran until she was out of Arazar, into the jungles of Mowupia nearby, into the earth when the ground beneath her glided out from her hooves and she tumbled down, down, out of a entire world and into the Rift.
Companions
GRANDFATHER: Treand {d}
GRANDMOTHER: Greyskie {d}
MATERNAL SIBLINGS:
Azarel (x Azzaron)
Destry (x Azzaron) {d}
Dallilja (x Havsöga)
MATERNAL RELATIVES:
Shahrokh (Destry x Aurelia)
Alala (Destry x Aurelia)
Erae (Azarel x Unknown)
Ayla (Azarel x Shaia)
FATHER: Krieger {d}
GRANDFATHER: Smog {d}
GRANDMOTHER: Snow {d}
PATERNAL SIBLINGS:
Zünden (x Kiara) {d}
Adelric (x Kiara)
PATERNAL RELATIVES:
Abigor (Zünden x Crowley)
Greyskie ┳ TreandIIIIIISnow ┳ Smog
Mother {d}┳Father {d}
Delinne ┳ Krieger
Cahira
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Subject | Location | Participants | Last Post |
the fern fiasco | Solanis | Gwyn, Roscorro, Rift Havoc, Cahira |
12-07-2017 by Gwyn |
you'll be safe in my arms | Halcyon Flats | Azarel, Cahira |
11-10-2017 by Cahira |
I hear empire down | Ultima | Mauja, Cahira |
10-20-2017 by Cahira |
I AM THE ORCHESTRA | Rainforest Cliffs | Cahira, Rift Presence, Kratos |
09-06-2017 by Cahira |
Effin Paradise | Floating Key | Abigor, Castiella, Cahira, Ayla |
09-02-2017 by Cahira |
let's hear the sound of madness | The Portal | Dallilja, Rift Presence, Shahrokh, Cahira |
08-03-2017 by Dallilja |
- Fashion something out of the Bonewood tree.
- Help someone in need
- Discover more about Walkers (Desert, Forest, or Mountain).
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