[sticky entry] Sticky: Backstory

Sep. 29th, 2015 09:26 pm
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Ariadne--or Airy, as she'll tell you to call her--was born in the kingdom of Deleo, a smaller kingdom in her realm, known for its lush forests. It was one of the leading producers of lumber. And, more importantly, it was home to dozens of nomadic tribes of Alastrians, a demonoid race native to the realm. Ariadne was born in the middle of a litter of twenty, to father Feofan--the pack's storyteller--and mother Rotspine. Being one of twenty made Ariadne something of an unremarkable child, with two noteworthy exceptions. The first was that she learned, at a reasonably early age, to secrete pheromones that could make her appear Human, a trait she shared with her mother and several other siblings. The second was that she had a talent for disobeying her mother's strict rules, often wandering just a little bit too close to the Human villages of Deleo for comfort.

Rotspine and Feofan had left their family group years before Ariadne's birth. The nature of their departure was mysterious to Ariadne, but it meant that they often received visitors from far-away places, such as the kingdom of Valeria, one of the bustling centers of commerce and culture. Ariadne's favorite visitor was her Uncle Tahafra, who would often bring little trinkets and wild tales about the way that the humanoids of the realm (Humans, Elves, and Darcus) lived. Like Rotspine and Ariadne, Tahafra possessed the ability to appear Human. He'd even gone a step further, severing his own wings in order to pass. His stories often filled Ariadne's little head with the idea of someday living and passing as a Human herself.

As it was, the Alastrians were ill-treated in the realm. Sorcerers would sometimes bind them as familiars. And hunters often illegally hunted them down for their hair. It was considered a luxury good in the realm, finer than silk and nearly twenty times as expensive. Most hunters outright killed Alastrians and scalped them. But there were some who settled for simple humiliation. When Ariadne was seven, one of her brothers, Lief, crossed paths with such hunters. They stripped him naked, shaved his head, and left him alone in the forest. Ariadne's family found him three days later, shivering and scared senseless, unable to speak or make eye contact for weeks. And the incident taught Ariadne, for the first time, how deeply dangerous it was to be Alastrian.

Strangely, it didn't... )

Being Alive

Dec. 9th, 2024 08:20 pm
demonicbeauty: (Flute)
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
To ruin your sleep

Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
To put you through hell

Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you to share
A little, a lot

Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who'll always be there
As frightened as you of being alive
Being alive
Being alive
Being alive

Somebody hold me too close
Somebody hurt me too deep
Somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep
And make me aware of being alive
Being alive

Somebody need me too much
Somebody know me too well
Somebody pull me up short and put me through hell
And give me support for being alive
Make me alive
Make me alive

Make me confused
Mock me with praise
Let me be used
Vary my days
But alone is alone
Not alive

Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody let come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you, to help us survive
Being alive
Being alive
Being alive

Smile

Oct. 14th, 2024 12:38 pm
demonicbeauty: (Flute)
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
demonicbeauty: (Flute)
The lines in the face
Tell a story.
The lines in a face
Sing a song
The lines are a keepsake
Of moments gone by,
Choices we made,
Right or wrong.

And we earn our lines
From our stories.
We learn our lines
From our songs.
Trace the patterns,
And our stories unwind
Who we are
Is in the lines
Left behind.

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.

A smooth young face
Holds a promise.
Of stories that are waiting
To be told.
Places for laughter,
For tears to be cried
Places for life to unfold.

And an aged face
Holds a treasure
That only the seekers shall fine.
And is anybody there
To learn the song
That the music of life
Might be passed along?

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.

And the melodies begin
In a baby's first cry
And the harmonies blend in
As the years
Go passing by.

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.
demonicbeauty: (Thoughtful)
For days, the forest night was alive, not just with the sound of crickets, but with the sound of cries. "Lief! Lief! Lief!" It was too dangerous to call out for him during the day. It was only at night that the Alastrians dared to pick up the search, hissing in their native language, hoping that it would be mistaken for birdsong or insects. The voices were mostly high. The desperate calls of children, including Ariadne, a skinny, small thing with hair the blue of candy floss and skin the green of the underside of a maple leaf. She moved with precision, her enormous, black wings never getting caught in the underbrush. This was Deleo. This was her home. And she knew every inch of it as well as she knew her own name. For seven years, it had been her shelter.

And her prison. But that wasn't the kind of thing she was permitted to say. It was forbidden. Just like the trips she sometimes took to the riverbed.

"Lief!" she whispered, more like a prayer than anything else. "Lief? Where are you? Why won't you answer us?"

The first night... )

Break Away

Mar. 8th, 2024 02:38 pm
demonicbeauty: (Flute)
All my life I wanted to fly
Like the birds that you see way up in the sky
Making circles in the morning sun
Flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
(I can't break away)

Like a child in his fantacy
Punching holes in the walls of reality
All my life I wanted to fly
But I don't have the wings and I wonder why
(I can't breakaway)

Whoa, well momma told me,
When I was young,
Stand tall girl
Your number one
(she said)
But you can't be what you wanna be
But you can shake the course of your destiny
I can't break away

Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
Well no, no ,no ,no, no
I can't break away
Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
Oh yeah,
I share,
I share you, who?

One is one
(one)
And two is two
(two)
You want me
And I hang you
Black is black (black is black)
And white is white (whit is white)
So come out in the middle
'Till midnight
I can't break away

Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
Well no, no ,no ,no, no
I can't break away
Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah-heh-heh

Well momma told me,
When I was young,
Stand tall girl (stand tall girl)
Your number one (your number one)
(she said)
You can't be what you wanna be
But you can change the course of your destiny
I can't break away

Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
No, no, no ,no, no
I can't break away
Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
I can't, I can't, I can't break away
Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
No, no, no., no, no
I can't break away
Ah-min-ah, do-ki-do, ah-mah-neh-la.
Woo ooo ooo oh oh
I can't break away (I can't break away)
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The locket Ariadne received from a pixie, during the Fae Parade through Folkmore
demonicbeauty: (Surprised)
Name: Feofan of Deleo
Age: 30 (deceased)
Occupation: Storyteller
Relationship Status: Mated to Rotspine at time of death
Living Relations: Some of his 20 children
Religion: A passive Dragian, mostly for the sake of Rotspine. Dragian is a religion primarily practiced in secret, mostly by the demonoid races of the realm. Dragian relies on the belief that Gardus, the God of Light and Tyr, the Goddess of Darkness (Rotspine's patron) are forever at war, kept at bay only by the machinations of their son, Ruhran, the God of Justice. Within the religion itself, there are three different sects, one primarily worshiping each of the deities. Although seemingly at war with one another, all sects agree that they cannot exist without the others. Given how xenophobic most humanoids are about demonoids, it is a highly-misunderstood religion. Many often assume that its followers are evil and hope to plunge the world into chaos and darkness. There are only three temples to the Dragian faith in the realm, one for each of the deities, hidden on an island just at the realm's borders.

And they would dance together through the night... )
demonicbeauty: (Flute)
When darkness surrounds you
And you lose your way
You have your own compass
That turns night to day
And it's even with you
Before you depart
Be still, hear it beating
It's leading you
Follow your heart

We all want a world
Filled with peace and joy
With plenty of water
For each girl and boy
That bright, shining world
Is just waiting to start
No meanness or sorrow
Just cleanness tomorrow
If only you follow your heart

Follow, into the open air
Far from squalor and noise
Follow, someone is waiting there
Someone who shares all your hopes
And your joys

Someday I'll meet someone
Whose heart joins with mine
Aortas and arteries all intertwined
They'll beat so much stronger
Than they could apart
Eight chambers of muscle to hustle
The love in our heart

Love is kind and considerate
Love is peaceful and fair
Love can creep up so suddenly
When you least think of it
Your love is there

We all want a world
Filled with peace and with joy
With plenty of justice
For each girl and boy
That bright shining world
Is just waiting to start
No anger or badness
Just laughter and gladness
If only I follow your heart
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Ariadne, a.k.a. Airy
20 / Female / Legend
I'M THE ONLY ALASTRIAN IN FOLKMORE, PLEASE ASK ME MORE

I'm looking for...: Love. I'll never admit it out loud, but I am. It's a little confusing.

If I form a Familiar Bond with you, you should expect...: A lot of uncertainty. The truth is that I don't know what I'm doing and don't feel worthy of forming bonds with anyone.

Being with me is like...: Hanging out with an excitable twelve-year-old, really. I ask a lot of questions.

What I love the most is...: Music. And also bread. I have an unnatural love for bread.

What I hate the most is...: Murder. Murder is pretty bad. I don't like genocide much either. Or rape. Or maiming. Really, most unjustified violence.

Towards my role, I feel...: Confused. I'm no hero, and I don't understand why anyone would think I was. Alastrians are familiars, mostly.

I believe my true potential is...: Unknowable. I don't know how to exist in a world where it's okay to be Alastrian. I wish I did.
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