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Name: Kalccha Phonetic: kal-cha Approximate Age:: Five cycles (unadjusted)
Breed: Airlight Type: Mizpup Class: Wild
Region: Hasseran
Personality: Kalccha's a little bitter about her condition, though she has since resigned herself to her unchanging state. She's wary, knowing her small size is a disadvantage in a straight-out fight, but she's adapted and learnt to deal with her frozen state. Now, she's pretty independent, avoiding adult aershaa, furrs, and humans alike, and avoids fights, since she doesn't expect others to help her if she gets hurt. Kalccha's retained her puplike curiosity and fascination with stories, but only from or about others, not herself.
Back story: Everpup Event Response: (Please excuse the switching-up of her breed; as my first response on Dreyrull, the mizpup specifics hadn't been clarified to me yet.)
Spoiler: click to toggle An ancient, grizzled, female aershaa stands before you. Her eyes are sightless, crusted, and as grey as the stormiest sky. A light? She must be, as none of her features match any one aershaa. Or, perhaps, she's simply so mixed and so old that she has no one race to call her own. Even without the light of seeing within them, her eyes show something reminiscent of pity. Without the worries of challenge, her sightless eyes look directly down into your own. It seems as if a hidden force behind them would dive into your very soul...
Slowly, she speaks - or does she? It is hard to say whether the words are spoken aloud, as they are distant, ghostlike, like the words of a memory. "Tell me, young one. What has happened to you? You have the scars of a warrior and a coat most unclean. The light of the gods that shines in every pups eyes has extinguished. What could have brought you to such a fate?"
Desired pup: Female Lightair Desired name: Kalccha
Prompt Response:
Kalccha studied the older aershaa in front of her, though she did not get the sense that the elder was hiding anything. Deciding that the aershaa's question was just a question, Kalccha gave another measuring look to the elder before she decided to answer the query.
A magistorm happened, elder-lei. When I was only one moon, I was caught in the center of a magistorm.
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Even at one moon, I had heard of the dreytrembles that shook the drey during the Sundering and of the magistorms that gave magic and stole reason. I can barely remember my parents warning me of the dangers of both of them, while teaching me to hunt and track, but I clearly recall the tense aura that they both held. They had been worried and fearful of another encounter with either of them and I think they never wanted me to have first-hand experience so early in my life.
The drey shook and trembled, sending aershaa, furr, and famiil alike scrambling in a panic as the drey heaved and rippled again and again. A young lightair pup was running frantically, trying to get away from the destruction and find her parents at the same time. She had lost them when the dreytrembles started and she was only one moon; she still needed them.
Another dreytremble caused the pup to lose her footing and she fell with a yelp. The others paused for a second before another dreytremble quickly convinced them to leave the pup. Trees were uprooted and the young aershaa cowered when they thundered to the ground. A few more seconds of violent shakes occurred before they stopped. The sudden silence roused the pup's curiosity and she peeked out from where she lay.
The drey was overturned and mixed with many trees laying broken and splintered, littering the ground. Nothing moved and the drey was still. The aershaa looked around to see if there were any other aershaa, furr, or famiil still around, but she neither saw, heard, nor smelt anyone else. When she realized she was completely alone, an ominous dread began to grow in the pit of her stomach and she started to panic. Where was everybody? Which way did they go? She'd lost the scent trails with the drey churned like it was and she didn't know which way to go. Should she just pick a direction and start running? She hesitated.
And suddenly, she had difficulty breathing, everything was spinning, and she felt like her legs would collapse under her. She stumbled a little and almost lost her footing, shaking her head to try to clear it. The spinning got worse and she felt like her food was trying to come back up, so she stopped and flopped down on her belly. After she stopped moving, things became a little easier to deal with and the aershaa pup scanned the destroyed landscape slowly, so that the dizziness didn't come back. What she saw explained the dread that she'd been feeling since the silence fell.
Colors. Dazzling colors. Bright, colorful, prismatic colors. Seeing those colors, her mind clicked and she recognized what she was right in the path of that she'd never seen and only heard described.
Magistorm.
Another burst of panic caused her to scramble to her feet, only to lose her balance and fall back down, everything spinning again. She was forced to wait as her vision cleared again and the magistorm was almost upon her. She whimpered, cowering in fear of what would happen to her and hunkering down to hopefully survive with more of her mind intact than the others. Right before it reached her, she closed her eyes and prayed.
I don't remember anything much after that. It was just wind and magic and bursts of color and roaring. Sometime during this chaos, I blacked out and remained unconscious throughout the rest of the storm. When I woke, I appeared to be completely fine. My mind was no less than it was before and I did not lose control of my magic. In fact, I would not realize what had happened to me until I met several cycles later.
The lightair pup was stealthily making her way through the forest. Though she hadn't grown since her encounter with the magistorm, she was certain that she would begin growing any day now. Voices ahead of her made her stop and she held herself very still, in the hopes that she would not be caught.
"Wow! You're almost a cycle old and you're already so much bigger than everyone else."
"Yup! I still have a little bit of growing to do, but I'm the largest of the last cycle's pups."
She slowly made her way closer to the two pups. The first speaker was a pup, maybe her size, but the other was already resembling an adult aershaa. She was confused. Why was the pup growing so fast? Watching them and remembering some of the other pups she'd come across, she compared their growth with her own and it dawned on the pup-yet-not-pup exactly what had happened. Though her other abilities had developed somewhat normally, she had not grown since the magistorm that she'd survived when she was one moon.
~*~
Elder-lei, you do know what happens to those that encounter magistorms, right? They lose their reason, if they have magic, or they gain magic, if they don't have it. Apparently, aershaa pups do not lose their sanity; instead, they lose the ability to physically grow. Five cycles have passed since I survived that magistorm and I remain the same in body as I did when it first occurred.
She smiled, but it is weary, resigned, an old look on a young face.
Thank the gods that not everything was frozen in time, though.
Kalccha stood up from where she had ended up laying down and shook herself.
Excuse me, elder-lei, but I would like to continue on my way. I have no want to meet with anyone who might wish to take advantage of my size at the moment and I am getting hungry. Besides, I am sure you have your own pack to return to and I don't really want them to get the wrong idea. Good day, elder-lei, and may the gods bless you.
She lowered her head in respect for the elder, before turning and padding away.
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Edited by myahoo, Jan 28 2016, 01:08 AM.
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