GUIDEBOOKWORLD MAP ALERTS()LATEST POSTS WHO'S ONLINE



Sister Sites
Dead Before Daylight - A Modern Urban Fantasy


Of the Months
Character
Anmarisa Pelagios

Member
Spotty

Thread
LEAVE THIS BLUE NEIGHBORHOOD - Cole & Jeremiah

Statistics

Aver Caldo Tyrgere Ombra Rogues
3 ♂ · ♀ 3 5 ♂ · ♀ 5 2 ♂ · ♀ 3 0 ♂ · ♀ 1 10 ♂ · ♀ 8
Site News
14 April 2018: Hey everyone! The activity check is over, and everything [face claim, member directory, kingdom counts, and kingdom rosters] have all been updated! Thanks so much for your participation! If one of your threads has been archived by mistake or if those who missed the activity check want to reactivate your characters, please PM the Cineri account!

7 April 2018: Hey everyone! There is one more week left to fill out the activity check (ends April 14th). Please make sure you post in it, as inactive characters will be inactivated, their threads will be archived, and their face claims will go back up for grabs! In more fun news, Cineri is also officially premium now! Adult content is now formally allowed, and say goodbye to ads! Special thanks to everyone who pitched in for the annual fee!

Plot Highlights
Cineri is back in business! Welcome back everyone, old and new!
Rules
To post in the Open Threads:
  • Use your character's full name as the username.
  • In the message box, post the link to your thread using [url=LINK]POST NAME HERE[/url].
  • You may repost an open thread once every two weeks if it has not been replied to in that span of time.

  • You may use this box to post a link to a plotting thread for your character.
  • The Open Threads cbox is not to be used for OOC chatting or advertisements.
Open Threads

Click here to link an open thread.
 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 SONG OF THE TRAVELING DAUGHTER, ;; Tamtiane
Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Mar 18 2018, 08:27 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: 54
application
tracker
Group Icon
First Watcher
Berserker Rage

Posts: 108
OOC: Thistlefoot


Khalida had trained this horse well.

Even as winter wound its quiet way to a close, the desert in the midday sun was a roasting cauldron, and Idris and her mount were specks being cooked down to nothing in the bottom of its great bright bowl. Tesni kept the steady forward pace all the same, ears up even as her head began to lower for the long haul, sweat darkening her gleaming, ruddy-gold flanks. She carried Idris herself, not an insignificant weight, and pulled uncomplaining at the wrapped parcel being dragged behind them, steadied between two ropes.

That parcel was bloodstained, continents and archipelagos of red-black creeping into being in the dun fabric. It left a long and sinuous trail behind them, one that would take anyone tracking them directly to their target, but Idris was unconcerned. She hadn't met anything in ages, on the roads or in the wild, that presented a threat to her in a fair fight. And more importantly, there was nothing out there, or at least nothing she could think of, more dangerous or frightening than the one she was slowly and deliberately riding to now.

The Tower stood on the horizon. It had stood there for what seemed like ages, never farther, never closer; an impertinent, imperturbable fist punching up out of the desolate sand and scrub all around them. The hoof prints and heavy, dragging snake of a track Idris and Tesni made were the only tracks for miles around, and an ominous silence whistled over the land along with the hot, dry wind. If Idris had felt fear any time in the last twenty years, she felt it now, seeing the shape of her own foolhardiness jutting forth like a broken femur, but she pushed on. Suddenly, without seeming to get closer, the Tower simply was closer, the baffling distances of flat, featureless scrub land finally releasing it into real time and space.

Idris almost reigned her mare up there, but she made herself keep going, rode up to within mere yards of the base, all her senses alight and trembling for any sign of the figure she both sought and desperately wished to avoid. This was too important to do by half measures, to risk not being seen or recognized because she hadn't had the stones to ride close enough.

The Amazon dismounted, feeling some stiffness in her knees that in years past would have forgotten. She knelt beside the heavy package and cut the ropes with fast, competent snicks of her belt knife, sheathing it again just as quickly. The cloth fell open to reveal a freshly dead boar--a massive one with two big, ugly, yellowing tusks jutting from its jaw, thick black bristles all over, save for the open spear wounds. Coated in muscle, with the first touches of grey sprinkling in at his snout, he had clearly been the king of his patch of the world, and likely a terror to any who had wandered into it.

Idris grasped it by the legs, forelegs in one hand and hind in the other, and heaved it onto her shoulders with apparent ease. Tesni waited patiently as she marched past the mare, putting several feet at least in between them before hurling the dead boar down to the ground with a puff and curl of dust. Sweating lightly, she drew her knife again and set to work--not in the sacrifice but in the sand around it, scratching deep with the blade. When she had finished, the rough outline of a hawk spread its wings under the creature, head pointing towards the Tower, talons invisible where the body lay.

The world was still quiet, at least for now. Just wind and her breathing. She sheathed her knife, and with only a moment's hesitation drew her sword. There had been and would be others; it was replaceable.

Idris gripped the sword hilt tightly between her hands, point down, and in one arcing movement plunged it deep into the boar. As soon as it was buried, she uttered a hoarse screech of a cry and gestured with her hand--fire burst out on the wooden, leather-wrapped hilt, flames licking down and rushing hungrily to the animal. She urged them on breathlessly with the fire in her soul as they consumed it, crisping skin, sizzling fat, charring hair and muscle alike. As oily, meat-scented smoke began rising, she took off her cloak and used it to fan at the flames, sending the smoke in thick, billowing clouds towards the Tower with a steady, patient rhythm.

PMEmailAIM
^
Tamtiane
 Posted: Mar 20 2018, 11:05 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: N/A
application
tracker
Group Icon
Goddess of Fire, War & Victory
N/A

Posts: 9
OOC: Spotty


She had seen it first - a thick column of smoke coming from below. Where the average human might bubble with concern at the threat of intrusion or destruction on their doorstep, Tamtiane was calm as she peered through one of the tower's portals to the duned ground below. After a moment's observation, it became clear that it was a summoning of sorts. Their distance was respectable and intention clear enough. It was rare that folk stuck around to see that she acknowledged their offerings, and as several minutes went by while the dotted figure continued their efforts without fail, Tamtiane decided she'd grant them the audience they sought.

Effortlessly the goddess took to her hawk form - taking flight to better observe whomever this brave soul might be. A screech marked the acknowledgement of the stranger's labor, and after a few circles to stretch her wings the goddess began her decent as the smell of oily boar fat permeated her nostrils.

Landing on a dry desert shrub nearby, black eyes watched carefully and critically before she decided to speak. “Few go to this much trouble without wanting something,” she mused aloud, while assessing the human in her presence. She was a well built woman, strong, able, and certainly had the scars and weathering of one who'd seen battle. It didn't take much for Tamtiane to sense the woman's element, or rather, the presence of her fire within her veins. “So tell me, why have you called me here?” Her tones were indifferent, but not hostile. Did she seek the common? Power? Guidance? Or perhaps it was more complicated than that. For once she hoped it was. While she was glad to give her worshippers what trivial and mundane requests they humbled themselves for, she did enjoy entertaining the odd request every now and then.

PM
^
Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Mar 27 2018, 02:44 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: 54
application
tracker
Group Icon
First Watcher
Berserker Rage

Posts: 108
OOC: Thistlefoot


The thunder of Idris's heart was half of fear, but the other half was sheer exhilaration, and she let that feeling carry her once she'd heard the ringing screech of her goddess's cry. It sang out high and piercing over the land, seeming to chase out all other sound, and Idris thought she felt it burning in her chest, along with her blood and energy and steady, heavy breaths at the effort of fanning the flames and directing the flesh-rich smoke.

She only stopped once the burning hawk had landed, tossing her cape back over her brawny shoulders and placing her hands palm down on her armored knees before her. Idris acknowledged the goddess's brusque assessment of the situation by carefully folding herself at the waist, bowing from her kneeling position in a fluid motion before straightening once more. She remained on her knees, though, canting her weight back to rest primarily on her heels, toes and knees digging into the loose, arid dirt.

"A home, goddess," she said simply. She did not know how to talk to gods. Perhaps that was for the best--all she could do was speak with her mortal words and tongue.

"This world is dangerous for many women." She tilted her head slightly in a brief acknowledgement of herself, all six feet of steel-plated muscle, strong despite the stress of age on tendons and bone, and all the more practiced for it. "Not for myself, of course, or for my sisters in arms, but not all women have received your blessings equally."

Idris almost dared a smile at that. The expression considered appearing, but instead she simply raised her head to look directly and frankly at the burning icon of the goddess. The boar and the sword burned between them, flecks of crisped pig meat drifting up as burning embers and then back down to the ground in the sigil of the hawk all around it. An ember landed on her arm, finding exposed skin between plates, and she didn't glance at it as she continued.

"A group of us--warrior women--have made it our mission to rescue and shelter those who can't defend themselves. But Attirac isn't what it once was." Her smile appeared twisted a little, going distant and dark under her gleaming ember-red eyes. A small welt appeared under the ember, which had gone out but was still fiercely hot on her flesh. She gritted her teeth slightly and forced herself to ignore it.

PMEmailAIM
^
Tamtiane
 Posted: Apr 7 2018, 08:25 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: N/A
application
tracker
Group Icon
Goddess of Fire, War & Victory
N/A

Posts: 9
OOC: Spotty


As the armored woman before her stated her desires, the goddess observed carefully. If the avatar of the animal she had claimed for her own had had discernible brows, one might have arched at the oddness of such a request. Instead the avian-guised creature let her head tilt off to one side - the action nearly human in nature.

With the mention that not all women had received her blessings equally, the raptor half-stretched her wings as her posture straightened, amused. Of course they had not. She only bestowed her favor on those who sought it out. She was not as ‘noble’ as her son claimed to be. Groundless charity wasn't something that came from the goddess often, if at all. The warrior’s petition seemed to fall more under Viana’s purview, but Tamtiane would be lying if she said that the prospect of Idris coming to her frist didn't fuel her ego.

“What dangers would you deliver them from?...And why?” the goddess countered, talons adjusting their hold on her dried perch.

Tamtiane wasn't fully naive to the ways of the mortal world, the more violent ones anyway. Pillage and slaughter were something she was used to. Prizes of flesh and plunder were not uncommon sights among the wars of man. But 'peace’ was something she tired of quickly - not that the state of this world was particularly utopian - but regardless. Large scale offensives were where she shined, not the petty squabbles that tended to follow suit as this plane recovered from its previous wounds. As such she tended to avoid such a heavy presence when the world seemed to fall quiet. And thus had little idea of the day-to-day struggles the average maid may have had to face.


PM
^
Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 09:35 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: 54
application
tracker
Group Icon
First Watcher
Berserker Rage

Posts: 108
OOC: Thistlefoot


Idris did have eyebrows, and so hers did rise at the goddess’s question. She paused briefly for thought, letting the familiar feel of heat against her skin soothe her—the heat of the desert sun that she’d grown up with, the heat of the smoldering boar, the fire that ran in her veins and flourished so easily when she called it. Together, it was almost enough to push the pain of that ember into the background, a small secondary note in the grand symphony.

It seemed implausible, at first, that Tamtiane might not know of the everyday evils that plagued womankind. Even her own chosen ones, if Idris was being honest. Great strength wasn’t always enough. To rely on your own strength as a safeguard meant that there could be no man in the world stronger than you, and that was a tall order for anyone, herself included. It was in the eastern stretches of this very desert that Idris had fallen captive and discovered her own, deeper, darker power; that memory almost escaped her sometimes, until it suddenly was with her again, as real and present as day.

She’d always thought of her goddess as omniscient. She’d thought that of all the gods, really. But perhaps now that they walked among men, they had to live just in the wisdom of their senses, like mortals.

Maybe they were mortals. The thought was alarming and exhilarating in one.

“Rape,” she finally said, bluntly. “Abuse. Beating, choking, punching, tearing. Murder sometimes, if they try to get away.” She listed them like she was going through some sort of shopping list, matter-of-fact but not shying away from any single word. “These were always problems, but now that the kingdoms have fallen there is no law to bring justice or give safety; everyone is too busy watching their own hides. And now that the slavers have all but taken over the seas…”

She spat expressively, though she was careful to avoid the burning boar and sigil, the saliva hitting clear sand elsewhere.

“Women are taken from their rightful homes and given over to men to do whatever they please with, up to death, if that’s what jiggles their giblets. Forever, because they’re property, and apparently now we live in the kind of world where that’s a valid reason not to free a human being.”


PMEmailAIM
^
Tamtiane
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 06:18 PM
Quote

Fire
Age: N/A
application
tracker
Group Icon
Goddess of Fire, War & Victory
N/A

Posts: 9
OOC: Spotty


On the surface the goddess, mostly, appeared unphased by the warrior's list of tribulations, but that was mostly due to her chosen form lacking the emotional expressiveness to convey something a human could relate to and label. Instead she changed her perch from the dried shrub once holding her - barely - to the boar that still sizzled as flesh, muscle and hair were consumed in the flame's ravenous desire. In both a display of power and concurrence of Idris’ opinions the flames licking both boar and sword grew in strength and ripped across her feathered body, once black eyes glowing the color of molten metal.

Rape.

It was a human term but the concept and definitions were more than comprehensible to the goddess. It was true, Tamtiane was a goddess of dominance in various forms. She encouraged and fostered strength in those capable, while, generally, ignoring the physically weak. But she didn't condone rape. To do so would involve her in a sport rather unfamiliar, and thus pointless, to the sky world. She admired strength in battle and strategy, the corporeal relationships between mortals - whether they be born from consent, constraint or coercion - were more Nyasle's sphere of influence. That being said, she wasn't Viana, she didn't avenge any and every injustice unbiasedly. Though she did protect her own. Nyasle might have been lax - in Tamtiane's mind anyway - about taking action against the assaults of her chosen, Tamtiane was not - and would do her sister's job for her if she wasn't fast enough for Tamtiane's liking.

Slavery was entirely different matter, slaves and their labour were what made kingdoms and built cities. Perhaps not here on this mass of land but in other places slavery was more commonplace, though not always as horrific as this one described to her. There they were prisoners of war with nothing left but their lives, sometimes even granted freedom for fighting for or otherwise serving the empire that had conquered them, or even successfully able to buy it. To Tamtiane this seemed more like thralldom or captivity, with no escape - weighted heavily to one side, preventing the challenging of command. And while nothing made her happier than Zematri’s precious seas being defiled by such parasites, Idris was justified in her vehement disapproval.

“A noble cause,” she responded at first. The heat of her gaze gradually fading back to the beads of charcoal that held their place. “You said there are others like you. Who are they, and why are they not here with you?” Her tones curious and firm. She could sense no other humans nearby. Idris was a promising and loyal devotee, but she already knew such. She knew not of these others who claimed to be under her banner. Why did they not stand before her with their general?


PM
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll


 


 

Affiliates [ View All | Link-us | Apply ]
Ruins of Wildwood Doutaini Sverige The World of Tur Age Of The Wolves Zootropolis Chronicles  TeairNova Antarsia By Tooth And Claw Dragons Chrysalis Feralkin Tudors Saga Sordid Secrets 
 


  • C
  • H
  • A
  • T
cbox quiet? We are probably on discord:
Click here to chat with us!