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lunarrabbitgraphics · 6 months
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Day 02
"My royal are you awake?" A soft knock is heard at the door to her chambers within the jungle palace. Her large ears that once stood upright slowly laid flat hidden within the thick dark hair. She silently stared at her reflection in the mirror. Many would call her beautiful, but all she saw was a shell for her people. A face they rely on, a smile they wish to see, someone they look onto, and her royal bloodline for guidance and strength.
"Come now, your mother wishes to speak with you. You know that she is an impatient bi--I mean woman." The attendant had served her family for many, many summers. She had seen the tears that the little one shed from the neglect that her mother gave as well as the scars from both her words and the slaps across her face for speaking against her rule. She stood up and walked out of her room not knowing that she'd never return to its solitude and shelter from the harsh gaze of the current ruler within Dalmasca.
Note: It's DAY 2! Here is the post (as promised) for today November 2nd. Enjoy this kid version of Valia. Fun fact - she hides her ears within her hair as do all of those cursed with royal blood. Enjoy some super early Valia lore.
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99centsoda · 1 month
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hydaelyn's chosen
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gazihsah · 16 days
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day: xxvii | past
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koijikido · 4 months
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🌓 solar eclipse (past)
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"Fannar."
A female voice rang out in the young Viera's ears. They twitched a little. Their white fur was striking and easily recognizable at times when there was no snow. But when the snowstorms swept over the mountains and forests in the winter months, it was difficult if not impossible to spot him.  Nevertheless, he knew that one day he would be trained not to be seen in the green of the forest. Somehow he felt that it would be this way and he would not stay here.
"Hm?" came the soft young voice. The young Viera stood up and turned to the woman who had called for him.
“Come on now, don’t hang behind. We all gather in the center. It’s almost time,” she explained.
Fannar looked up and nodded before following her. Her tone had been very stern but not abusive. Still, there was this hardness in it. It was nothing new. He was used to it. For as long as he could remember, the others had talked and behaved like that. Things weren't so easy for them as children. Some found it more difficult than others, but ultimately it was something they had to get used to over time. But Fannar was someone who found it more difficult. He understood that life could be hard and difficult. Surviving and protecting yourself from the dangers required seriousness. But just that? Was it really just that? And then only when the men returned to their village did the women behave different. Why only then? Why weren't they always a little warmer to each other? He briefly let out a sigh, which earned him a stern look from the woman next to him.
Avoiding her gaze, he looked ahead and at the others who had already gathered.
“What are we doing here today?” he asked.
She pointed up. "Do you see that? The moon. It will soon obscure the sun. That rarely happens. But it is a big event. Then the light of the sun is taken away from us for a time, and a fight breaks out between them.”
Fannar blinked for a moment. “A fight?” His gaze went up to the sky, where the moon was already getting closer to the sun.
“Yes, a fight. We believe that the darkness opens a world beyond our own, where our ancestors live. They fight against the evil shadows that threaten our world. They protect us. When the moon covers the sun, the gate to our ancestors will be open for a moment. And we will offer them our strength and our pride with our prayers to strengthen them and show our support and gratitude,” she continued.
“Hooh...” Fennar said in surprise. Was it really like that? He wondered.
“Come on now. Sit with the others.” Fennar ran forward to the other younger Viera and sat down with them. In front of them there were a few offerings in some bowls, nicely arranged. They looked really tasty.
“I guess those are the offerings?” he thought. Somehow he was glad that it wouldn't be any of their own who would be sacrificed. That thought occurred to him for a moment. He would hardly be surprised given the way they treated each other...  so he was all the more relieved now.
"The time has come...!" a strong voice spoke calmly yet seriously.
One of the women told everyone to look up at the sky. The moon had advanced and was slowly but visibly moving in front of the sun. More and more of the light around the sun disappeared. It became darker, shadows moved across the land and the trees began to rustle. Fannar almost felt like a cold wind was blowing through their village as they watched the spectacle. Was it the wind of the ancestors? Was she right?
He looked at the scene before him in astonishment. Goosebumps rose across his skin, making the soft, fluffy fur stand up against his skin, barely visible and yet there. He heard the prayers and words of the women of their village as the children looked up. Soon the moon completely covered the sun.
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Fannar's eyes grew big as he watched this. The uncertain expression gave way to one of amazement. He blinked a few times while his big blue eyes saw the fiery ring in the sky that presented itself to them like a burning black hole that had opened up. While the other children remained somewhat unsettled, he was fascinated and couldn't look away.
“It looks so beautiful,” he whispered now. One of the children next to him looked up.
"Huh?" Fannar nodded. “Don’t you think? I mean look. It's the sun and it's the moon. We know that from the women right?” The child next to him nodded.
"But we should be quiet..." the child whispered to him. But Fannar would not be dissuaded. He was completely mesmerized and continued to stare at the spectacle.
“I believe... well I believe that the moon has come to visit the sun. Day in and day out they only see each other from a distance. And only from a distance does the light of the sun shine on the moon. He feels the warmth, but he can never be close to her. And now, now they are finally together. Very close. And can hug each other. Look at the flaming bright ring. Isn't it beautiful? So warm and glowing. Their feelings for each other must be wonderful if they produce something like that.”
Fannar whispered his thoughts quietly. He couldn't help but say what was going through his head. The other child looked at him quite fascinated, and yet also skeptical.
“Such nonsense, we know what that is. You said yourself earlier that they told us.”
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After a while, the moon slowly moved further away from the sun and the light came back to them. It was warm and bright. Fannar smiled.
"Don't you think the sun is warmer now than before?"
His gaze went to the other child next to him before he felt a hand grabbing his ear and pull him up.
“Agh!”
“Fannar Gahjewesfv! This was an important ritual... and you disrupted it with your whispers. Whatever you were thinking, it wasn't appropriate! Come on, as punishment you will now take care of everyone else here. And don't dawdle...!" said the female Viera angrily and pushed Fannar towards the bowls of offerings that had to be distributed.
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nullphysics · 6 months
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zakifairer · 1 year
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So my new WoL has a Garlean backstory.
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asteraegis · 5 months
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long time no post. im still drawing i just cant be fucked to remember i have a blog.
anyway i be drawin my bnuuy as a child lately. my internet has been down due to the cold and living in the fucken boondocks so heres just photos of my puter screen.
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scionshtola · 4 months
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i love picking and choosing which viera lore pleases me to apply to cori and which to toss into the wind
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impossible-rat-babies · 2 months
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love the brand of young viera who will get to experience living for another 200 something years
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florasnea · 10 months
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My old-ass cranky losergirl WOL, i lov her….
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pinkafropuff · 7 months
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(d'marre voice) im only old when it's funny
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tamarin-opal-eyed · 9 months
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OOP Tam's a bun now! Long story, will put in the tags, but aside from an adjustment in name/backstory/colors, she's still the same grump.
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atdutiesend · 2 years
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{ continued | @senetaf​ }
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Grim’s first thought was to be baffled at being called little one. He’d seen his new hands, had at least a glance at his new body, and little was not how he��d describe any of what he could see. It took long seconds for it to tick over that he was probably being called young which... well, gods alone knew how true that might be, especially with how long-lived Viera were.
“Mrgh... Something like that,” The accent that spilled out of his mouth was nothing Hati had ever heard before, but he nodded nonetheless. It was a slow struggle to pry himself out of his ball. Perhaps trusting the first stranger to offer to help wasn’t wise, but he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere on his own yet. “Thank you.”
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afternunh · 7 months
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#they're making out rn
at any given point in time post enw this is probably ur safest bet if ur trying to figure out where they are or what they're doing
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nossumusmanus · 11 months
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At what age did he meet nerva?
Quintus actually first met Nerva when he graduated from the military academy and was appointed to the Ist Imperial Legion -- so probably around 15 or 16.
Nerva's mun and I have a headcanon that Nerva kicked Quintus's ass when Quintus was a new, green recruit, in order to teach him to properly respect them/not to underestimate or look down on them because they weren't a Garlemald native. Quintus's father was the Legatus at the time, with Nerva serving as one of his highest-ranking officers, so his reaction to his son was basically just, "What have we learned?"
Quintus never needed a repeat lesson after that lol. Nerva and his father's influence also made sure that he maintained respect for not just Nerva, but all of his fellow soldiers, regardless of where they joined from or what their social status was. They were, after all, comrades in arms, with a shared bond revolving around the common goals of serving Garlemald, protecting its people, and striving to one day return to Locus Amoenus -- or to lay down their lives in service to the Empire.
The Viera left quite a lasting impression on the young man. He was both curious and in awe of the Reaper contingent's leader, and who knows -- he probably even appreciated the fact that they could and would kick his ass if he stepped out of line.
And back then, he was young, inexperienced in all aspects of life, and not very confident in who he was yet, too. In a way, I wonder if, at least in some capacity, Nerva's attention actually helped him in finding his footing, and spurred him on to eventually become the respectable leader of the Ist.
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bnuuywol · 1 year
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3. Fatal flaw?
Phoenyx only deals in extremes. He can't find halfway points. He either goes all the way or not at all, sacrifices everything or nothing, shows mercy or shows ruthlessness. It's his fatal flaw because its a trait of his that always leads to him pushing himself way too far and one day that's gonna get him killed. It almost has too many times already, it's a miracle he's still alive. But that luck won't last forever.
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