May It Rise From The Ashes
09-04-2014, 12:27 PM
Hatred was an emotion arian was easily afraid of, she acted like she didn't care. But within her first memory was a man coming to slaughter her real father, then watching her siblings starve before her crippled mother took her to sectarian borders. Arians father had been friends with epiphron within Valhalla before she left, and so the woman took it upon herself to adopt arian and she would never forget that moment. So as she was, not an arraigned by blood just as surreal was. Yet still when her name was spoken a bunch of questions rose in her mind. Had she chosen wrong? Should she have searched for different family other than azalea. But it was too late now, and with the ice king gone she was certain things would turn out for the better if anything. Arian feeling a little more comfortable sat on her launches, tail curling worund her back paws. "I am the same then, arian adravendi daughter of epiphron, heir of the fallen kingdom seracia. But I was adopted, and now I'm a healer in the northern kingdom ethereal run by azalea." Arian wouldn't be afraid to share. As her smile kept true on her maw. Whatever happened would be fate and she would always bounce back from it.
"Surreal, I.... I am sorry for what happened to Valhalla. My biological family had places there before they died. The kingdom itself was magnificent, I only wish I could have saved seracia. But now I'm with azalea, my mother probably will deem me a traitor of the family next time she she's me. Ever since Isardis left alacritis, epiphron tried to maim azalea because she was with him. Sorry I feel I'm sharing too much with a stranger even if you are family. I'm new to this whole heat thing I didn't know I would become a story teller." Arian laughed a little a sigh dragging onto the end of it. Her tails white tip would flick as she looked around. Maybe her mother would forgive her? She really didn't see herself as doing anything wrong. She hadn't harmed anyone in her lifetime only healed. Broken bones, delivered children, and even more severe trauma. Arian gave life, not took it away.
"Surreal, I.... I am sorry for what happened to Valhalla. My biological family had places there before they died. The kingdom itself was magnificent, I only wish I could have saved seracia. But now I'm with azalea, my mother probably will deem me a traitor of the family next time she she's me. Ever since Isardis left alacritis, epiphron tried to maim azalea because she was with him. Sorry I feel I'm sharing too much with a stranger even if you are family. I'm new to this whole heat thing I didn't know I would become a story teller." Arian laughed a little a sigh dragging onto the end of it. Her tails white tip would flick as she looked around. Maybe her mother would forgive her? She really didn't see herself as doing anything wrong. She hadn't harmed anyone in her lifetime only healed. Broken bones, delivered children, and even more severe trauma. Arian gave life, not took it away.
Cypress being Arian's mate, can jump into her threads private or not. Arian is fluent in Japanese and English but also knows mild Irish. Avalon is also allowed to crash Arian's threads.