'Ours is a world that has known many stories, legends born of deep magics that touched the earth and sky. Once, we were a simple race, a singular entity that lived and died in the cradle of our creation. We were young, foolish in our ignorance of the evils of predatory monsters and treacherous landscapes. Yet, as we grew older, wiser, the charms livened our blood, quickened our hearts, and wrote the instincts of our mind into our very bones. We grew strong, intelligent, dividing our kin into vast herds and spreading out across the world, claiming its regions as our own. The magic in those places soon became our own, its gilded light claiming us as its children, and we became the true masters of our domain. We were the Orian, the deer of Idris.'



The great realms of the Orian were at peace, noble stags content in their halls of wandering, does safe in their herds of kin and progeny. After a long century of building tension, the accords amongst their people were signed, ending the long standing grudge between forest, mountain, plain, and cavern. The heroes, near myths in their might of charms and strength, settled as kings and queens amongst their realms of the heart, content in the alliance rising from the crumbled relics of war and hate. While it would take many generations for the pain to wash away, for the suspicion to fade, the land of Idris seemed at last willing to finally begin to heal.



Yet then the stars began to fall. With the Festival of Elkmire approaching, the tears of Good Mother streaked across the sky and the herds gathered together for the first time since the sealing of their pact. In the Glenn of the Sterling Glades, with the light of the Elder trees Charms raining sparks down upon their crowns, they turned their eyes to the heavens, celebrating life and the coming of spring. It was through their eyes the light of the first came, hailing across the darkness of the eastern sky like a comet's tail, brilliant and cerulean. She, for that was what they would soon discover, struck down amongst the timbers. A being cloaked in the mysteries of countless stars; a Cerulis.


Stellar Collision

A thin ray of light slowly illuminated the desert sky as the sun started to creep upwards, spreading its warmth to cover the ground like a blanket. Along with the sun came a cool breeze that swept over the dry dirt, rolling a few of the many dry tumbleweeds between the hard rocks and withered trees, moving till they eventually got caught on something, or managed to make it across the ecotone that was the transition from desert to forest.


A figure appeared then, stretching and moving with the dawn breeze like the tumbleweeds. He appeared from the shadow of a boulder, and shook his dusty coat as he moved into the open. He turned to face the morning sun, and the light touched the orange bib of fur on his throat, gently lighting it up like the embers of a fire. A pair of ram horns crowned his head, framing his face and surrounding the base of his long ears. The hellhare’s eyes were half-lidded, his nose twitching, and ears slightly rotating. He stood this way for more than a minute, eyes looking off into the sunrise until he eventually turned his back to the sun and started slowly loping to the west.

Marches feet soon developed a steady rhythm as he walked across the desert, amber eyes focused on the barely visible tree line in the distance. He had spotted it last night after climbing onto a boulder to get a better view of his surroundings, and decided it was his target for the next day. March hadn't been to a forest, or any place with green vegetation, for almost three months. He had wandered into the desert and gotten lost, being forced to battle heat and predators by himself. But March seemed to have finally found his way out, and as the sun rose higher into the sky, he picked up his pace, working his way into steady jog.

His feet kicked up dust, coating his fur with a new layer of dirt, but he continued running. March was focused on reaching the trees, and his mind raced with the things he could do once he reached his destination. He could eat food that wasn't shriveled and dried by the sun. He could drink water that wasn't filthy or guarded by some nasty coyote. He could rest in the shade without his life depending on him to do so. March’s brain was filled with thoughts, and his body ran on autopilot, moving through the desert towards the growing treeline.

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Bast had never been very good at this 'on her own' thing. She wasn't supposed to be anyways, at least, she didn't think so. Mother and father kept promising that soon, she'd be taught how to hunt, but when the battles started, she was still just play wrestling with other pups in the den, still just learning how to walk without tripping over feet that were far too large for her, still just growing up and certainly not ready to be on her own. But then the rival pack had attacked, leaving her with no choice but to play dead for hours until she could flee, and then she ran, as far and as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

Initially, she had found another pack to take her in and feed her, which is how she had reached a land far enough away from the pack that killed her family. But they had tired of her, finding little use for a pup that was not related to them, and so she was chased off. But she was far enough from the land of her home that she had made do. Too small to actually catch anything she was reliant on finding 'leftovers' from other wolves and eating what she could. There was also the difficulty of shelter and staying warm, but frankly, so long as she could wake up and move in the morning, she considered whatever shelter she had previously found to be 'sufficient'.

That had been her life now. She didn't really know how to live any differently. It was just her and the constant struggle against a world that had dealt her a very bad hand, a hand that she had promptly thrown away to make her own. She would survive, she would thrive, she would live, no matter how hard or how long she had to struggle to do so if only to shove it in the face of those who had killed everyone she held near and dear. 

So with a determined strut and nod, she set out to continue the only thing she had known how to do for nearly a week now.

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