11-05-2023, 06:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2023, 07:18 PM by Sunsets over Moonlight.)
...Mother, can You hear me?
Mother, I've need of Your shoulder...
...Mother, all I see is red.
Mother, please hold me...
Mother, I am deeply afraid.
"My service to You only grows with blossomed wings.
Grateful am I for Your watchful gaze; Your embrace upon my person.
I am enough, Your caress at my back affirms as much.
I am Your child, Nemea.
A child with so much more to learn should you let me.
My head presses against the dirt,
hands square in front of me.
Wings spread, prideful of Your design.
I will never be without them.
I will never be without You.
Purpose lights a fire in my blood.
My first trial, illusions, succeeded.
My second, Your forests."
Sprouting forth wings bursting with remnants of the God's mana mortals can wield; Defying their own expectations, the Faeborne Sunsets over Moonlight continues their journey. Devotion, servitude, purpose found in reveling in Her greatness and all She has to offer. A child of Nemea, innocent and guilty of no crimes, wishing to learn more. Baptized from the safety of their home, learned in Her lessons, but seeking more. Much, much more. Succeeded a trial of illusions, their gaze plagued with falsehoods that sought to firmly root itself in reality, they venture into Her forests, the second of personal trials they will subject themself to.
And overcome.
For boundaries are nonexistent, and they can accomplish anything they want.
° 。 °
To Mount Pavonis. Her Forests reinvigorated there by rituals of the past. Her forests occupied by threats that would see Her swatted, thinking of Her as no more than a mere fly when She is beyond their comprehension. Her forests, where such a pilgrimage is expected for those who press their heads into the dirt. Traditions of the old stoked. The Faeborne seeks to enlighten themself in ways lessons simply aren't capable of. They'll dirty their hands, put their body at risk. Sanctuaries, Her forests. The undergrowth serving as protection for the weakest of creatures.
Are they they rabbit or the fox?
° 。 ° 。° 。° 。° 。° 。
by Sunsets over Moonlight
Featuring, 4+ Any Delphinian Faeborne who feels ready for such a religious pilgrimage
Seek out Sunsets over Moonlight.
Risk: CoD or what feels appropriate
Reward: Deepened understanding of forests. Further embodying Nemea's domains
Themes: Nemea | Exploring wilderness | Traditional | Trials
DM: Searching
Contact: memoryretrieval
And overcome.
For boundaries are nonexistent, and they can accomplish anything they want.
° 。 °
To Mount Pavonis. Her Forests reinvigorated there by rituals of the past. Her forests occupied by threats that would see Her swatted, thinking of Her as no more than a mere fly when She is beyond their comprehension. Her forests, where such a pilgrimage is expected for those who press their heads into the dirt. Traditions of the old stoked. The Faeborne seeks to enlighten themself in ways lessons simply aren't capable of. They'll dirty their hands, put their body at risk. Sanctuaries, Her forests. The undergrowth serving as protection for the weakest of creatures.
Are they they rabbit or the fox?
° 。 ° 。° 。° 。° 。° 。
by Sunsets over Moonlight
Featuring, 4+ Any Delphinian Faeborne who feels ready for such a religious pilgrimage
Seek out Sunsets over Moonlight.
Risk: CoD or what feels appropriate
Reward: Deepened understanding of forests. Further embodying Nemea's domains
Themes: Nemea | Exploring wilderness | Traditional | Trials
DM: Searching
Contact: memoryretrieval