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Antheia Ophiuchus

"Your kindness is as beautiful as a garden full of flowers."

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a character in “Outcasters: Atonement”, as played by Ventarrones

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" Your kindness is as beautiful as a garden full of flowers. "
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Clairvoyance : Amarante



Face Claim : Hanna Wullum 】




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" We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils. "

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FULL NAME
Ophiuchus, Antheia
Meaning : Ophiuchus is a large star constellation and comes from the Greek word Ὀφιοῦχος (Ophioukhos) which means "serpent-bearer"
Antheia is the name of the Greek goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes


NICKNAMES
Anth, Ann, or Theia but is open to almost anything

AGE
About 700 in human years

GENDER
Female

ORIENTATION
Demisexual

ETHNICITY
Animanty


The animanty are a forthright race with one driving goal: to preserve nature.
Being rarely seen in other realms than their own, their manner and behaviour can be found off-putting.

These entities were built by forming tiny fragments of her own divine being – the goddess Animantia –
into corporeal forms that reflect youth and peace. Although their physical appearance remains the same forever,
they are much older and wiser than they appear.

As one nation they repair, protect and preserve the world they live in and love above all else.
Their home stands as gift of the goddess and a pledge to always pursue her goals. The Animanty
queen and her forces have proven their wisdom and diplomatic prowess in peace,
and their tactical and fighting prowess in war.







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" Dare to loosen your grip for awhile. You will see things differently. "

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HAIR / EYES
Silver, silky, hair that goes down to her belly button
Usually wears it loose and curly, but sometimes straight

Big, sky blue eyes


HEIGHT / WEIGHT
168 cm in height and 110 lbs in weight

COMPLEXION
Pale

GENERAL APPEARANCE
Her build is fairly fragile and juvenile-looking, though not weak. Due to her race, her body has never and will never change. In general, her appearance in human-form can be described as young and innocent-looking, though she counteracts that by wearing mature, feminine clothes or glasses.
Clothing-wise, her style ranges from comfy, feminine and pastel to nu-goth and kawaii grunge.

A unique ability of animanty is to shapeshift. Antheia can transform into a white, fluffy arctic fox, a white-featherd fantail pigeon or take the apperance of a white orchid mantis. (pictures and more info at "STRENGHTS")







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" Open like a flower and show your inner beauty. "

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◇ LEVEL-HEADED ◇ QUIET ◇ STOIC ◇ DOWN-TO-EARTH ◇ CALM ◇

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Antheia is quiet, calm and very stoic most of the time. She rarely expresses her emotions, making her appear quite cold from the outside. This is quite the contrast compared to most animanty personalities, which are often energetic and playful. Her former history made her practical and responsible, but also cold, distant and unforgiving, prone to the feeling of guilt and turned to the past. Despite that, she can quite work herself up when she's worried, although that won't be the case often.

She can be closed up for the outer world before building trust for new social contacts. Though once she makes a clear intimate connection to another person, she will do anything she can to nurture the relationship and make it functional even in hard times. And to those who make her feel at peace, she will turn intelligent and honest at all times.

Things that she learned so far in her life, is that in lots of situations it's best to stay calm and composed but remain secretive to avoid vulnerability.



Immersed in her secrecy, she faces the world just as she is – brave enough to never run away, but constantly afraid of her inner monsters.

Despite that, she is also level-headed and will always try to fulfill her duties and work hard. Kindness is quite important to her despite her distrust towards others. "Tough on the outside - soft in the inside" is definitely a phrase that fits Antheia.






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" Happiness comes from doing things that really matter to you. "

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LIKES


Winter

Cinnamon & vanilla aroma

Nature

Healthy food

Fighting for causes

Comfortable clothes

Onyx

Art

The kindness of strangers


DISLIKES


Loudness

Soical gatherings

Judgemental people

Cruelty

Revealing of personal life

The past coming back to haunt

Almost everything at some point



HOBBIES / HABITS


Taking walks

Sleeping during the day

Stargazing

Reading various books

Being lost in thought



STRENGTHS


Nature's bond : Animals as well as plants are soothed by her presence and she is able to heal (not resurrect) living beings and revive plants merely by touch

Shapeshifting : She can shapeshift and take on the form of up to four different animals, currently only three though. These are far more powerful than the equivilants that can be found in nature and have each a special set of abilities.


Arctic fox: very fast and agile, attacks with claws and teeth

Fantail pigeon: flight ability, attacks with small gale storms, is a symbol of peace

Orchid mantis: ability to go invisible and deal piercing damage with spiked arms



WEAKNESSES


Takes a lot of energy : Shapeshifting takes a lot of her energy and is limited, depending on her mood and health conditions. She is not able to transform while in stress.

Mortal : Vulnerable to anything that can kill a human too, except old age. Especially vulnerable to chemical weapons.




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" Be a person you can respect. "

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FAMILY / OTHER

◇ Relation : Surname, First Name : Age : Alive/Deceased

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[center]cs by StarlightPrincess
inspired by The_Queen , ઽ૮૨Α
filled by Ventarrones

So begins...

Antheia Ophiuchus's Story

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Golden and crimson painted the many tree tops of the vast Sylvar Forest as the morning arose. Lush verdant green trees covered the rolling hills around the capital city Victoriana. Their leaves glistening with morning dew and blissful rays. A soft fog slivered through the forest’s branches and over the uprising roots they bore.

A lily-white dove flapped its wings through the lucid flow of air. The avian landed delicately on the rough surface of a tree branch after slowing down with many quick wing beats. With round, dark eyes it watched the awakening of the forest intensively as if it was searching for something important.



Not far away a group of fourteen Demon soldiers began their morning patrol. Their metallic plate armor shone brightly in the golden morning light and the slight rattling of chain mails filled the woods with every step they took.

After passing a fallen, mossy tree trunk, the infantry split in half and marched into opposite directions: one to a narrow trail cluttered with a web of dark green ivy. The path was surrounded by willow-like trees whose blossoms resembled tiny white snowflakes and shone like starlight. The other half headed towards a glade with cement-grey tinted grass.

“Think we’ll find one o’ those bastards today?” asked one of the new recruits his comrade with a deep, raspy voice. “We’ll see. But there’s almost always one hiding in the tree den up ahead.” responded a grim looking soldier who was about one head taller than the other one. His eyes held an icy blue colour.

After leaving the ivy trail the group of seven marched past a clutter of velvety yellow bushes. “Don’t touch these. They’ll kill ya shortly after the poison makes your skin peel off first.” Warned a dark haired soldier with a three-day stubble - the group leader - to which the Private only responded with a gulp. A couple of minutes later they arrived roughly thirty feet away from an old, massive oak tree. Its branches were slightly pale brown but the wood was sturdy and the canopy stretched far over the with light dappled forest floor.

The blue eyed recruit leaned towards the rookie and whispered in a gloomy tone: “Man, I sure hope it’s a female this time.” His eyes scintillated in a dark, lustful way. Then his gaze wandered over his shoulder, awaiting orders to examine the well-known hiding spot. The group leader gave him a nod and with that the duo sneaked towards the old tree, one on each side of it. Gripping the harsh, wooden bark with their gloved fingers they exchanged a cunning look at each other. Then at the exact same moment, they leaped to the front of the den, expecting a Fae or other refugee to meet.

But they found nobody.

All they could see was a group of lime green, ant-like creatures that crawled over a dead rabbit. Its fur was a mattled grey, but it was ruffled and dirty and drenched in old, dried blood. Where once two eyes sat, were now two gaping black holes which some of the bugs crawled out of.

Turning their faces away from the grotesque sight and smell quickly, the duo took a step back and observed the surrounding area instead.

The forest was quiet, except for a soft breeze that ruffled the trees’ foliage. Maples, oaks, birches – all of them seemed to grow at this part of the woods but each one was different. Dark pink leaves, vivid orange barks and blossoms in various shapes and sizes decorating the canopies. It was still sunrise and the golden light slowly but surely lifted the ghostly white fog now. However, the forest still gave off a sorrowful atmoshphere and it was unnaturally cold for this time of year.

Both men were still staring begrudgingly into nothingness. As the older of them made a “tch” sound in annoyance, he thought of a way to let go of his anger. He was so sure they’d find someone today but the fact he was wrong made him angry. His gaze then fell on a broad maple branch. A white-feathered pigeon sat on top of it and seemed to stare right through him with its dark, round orbs. He slid his right hand over his shoulder and gripped a black colored crossbow. Loading it up and aiming at the bird. The younger soldier gave him a confused and slighty shocked look but then stared intensly at the fair avian. In his mind he imagined how the shadow-manipulated arrow would pierce through those pure white feathers and splatter the branch with a rich, red liquid.

A soft shot filled the air with noise. However, it didn’t pierce through feathering but the rough maple bark. A puzzled look fell onto the soldiers’ faces as they searched the glade for any trace of the bird. But it was nowhere to be found.

The taller man then stomped towards the tree impatiently, circled it and looked up towards the thick branch. The arrow was still stuck in the bark, eerie shadows snaking around it like black smoke. He decided to climb up and get it back, gripping the rough surface of the tree tightly with his hands and pushing himself up with his legs. Up there he moved his hand forward, about to grasp the arrow but then like out of nowhere, some sort of impulse threw him backwards and onto the forest floor. The soldier grunted in pain and held his head. “What the…” he half-screamed, even more puzzled now. Almost instantly after the impact though, he got up on his feet again and took out his short sword from his leather belt. “Show yourself!” he demanded, but the air was still.

His icy blue eyes scanned the decidious forest another time. By now his comrade was next to him, trying to load his own crossbow clumsily. The arrow fell down a few times before it was loaded in correctly, because his hands were shivering in a fast paced motion. Next to him, the older soldier started to scratch his left leg continuously, his skin was quite itchy all of a sudden. The feeling slivered upwards, over his torso and nape, then it crawled over his face and on top of his nose. Squinting his eyes, he was finally able to make out the form of something white, which reminded him of the petals of an orchid. It was all he could make out in that short moment. The next hearbeat he was sent flying on his back again roughly.

The recruit next to him gasped and watched the scene in shock. In the corner of his eyes he was able to make out a small white dot, which leaped back from the soldier in a high arc. Before landing on the ground however, its shape increased in size and changed into a white, fluffy fox, ducking into a fighting stance. By this time the injured man got up and now angrily glared at the vulpine. He charged at it with his sword but the fox was too quick - it dodged the attack with ease and snaked between his legs, appearing behind him and hitting his nape with a strong leap. The soldier first stumbled forward, but then used the momentum to slice his weapon furiously behind him, aiming to hit the target.

Though the fox was up in the air now – but as the white dove he saw on the branch before. It flapped its wings vigorously and created an icy wind that kicked up into two, small tornadoes. The rotating columns of air enveloped the soldier and kicked him backwards into a tree, so strongly that he passed out. Normally an impact this strong would make several leaves fall down the tree, but the plant seemed to be completely unharmed from the attack.

The noise though alarmed the rest of the group. The remaining five men hurried over to the duo, all of them wielding at least one weapon. They came to a halt in the middle of the glade and looked at the passed out comrade in confusion since nobody saw the assaulter. The new Private stared at a broad tree, a small white fox standing in front and resting its cold gaze on the infrantry.

The leader with the three-day stubble first let out a contemptuous chuckle but then held up his axe and marched towards the animal. The rest of the group all aimed their crossbows at the vulpine, in case it planned to escape. But not today. The fox stood still, not moving a muscle.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, making branches rattle as the golden sun now stood up high over the tree tops. Its rays enlightening a glade which now turned into a battlefront.



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The setting changes from sylvar-forest to Rebel Camp

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"Oh, come now, boys," called thin, Irish accented vocals from not too far away. "Is that there any way to treat a lady?"

The scene halted almost entirely and the axe-wielding soldier was left scanning his surroundings with a frantic gaze; his subordinates weren't quite sure whether to aim their crossbows at the trees in his aid or keep them trained on the creature whom they'd originally been harassing.

Emerging from the dense woodland into their leader's line of site, three strange men ventured closer to the brawling group. Slowly and casually, as if there was no worry in their minds.

At the head of this group stood Alec Iris; simultaneously the creator and destroyer of the world in which they all now lived. Although most would not recognize him by sight alone, he possessed an air of great importance regardless. He had changed quite a bit since fleeing from his mistakes one year ago, but he was still the same boy beneath the stern stare and muscular physique. Royal training still in effect, he stood straight and held his head high, openly challenging the authority of these soldiers.

"Leave the damned thing alone," he drawled.

"Why the fuck would we do that?" one of the soldiers barked back, making it clear he had no intention of backing down. That was a poor decision on his part. Alec raised a single brow at this challenge, one hand slipping from behind his cloak. A sphere of raw white energy pooled in his palm, his feet shifting in a way that he could launch himself towards the group at a moment's notice.

Either side of the exiled Prince stood his two companions. On his right, an eager-looking individual with chaotic eyes, adorned with black paint, and a wispy beard. Much like Alec, he too changed his stance, his lips twisting into a grin. On his left, a stoic yet impressively brawny soldier; dark of skin with thick dreadlocks that grew down to his chest. Calmly, this man turned his gaze towards his leader. "Surely there is no need for violence here, Alec," he prompted, his voice rough but pleading. "After all, are these not your grandfather's men? They may still wear his mark."

"What the hell could you do with our mark?!" the same soldier growled at them. "You're not Alec... You can't be." Not a single one of them paid him any mind, to his utter annoyance.

Alec gave some semblance of thought to his companion's idea before confirming his decision with a single nod. He did not need any more blood on his hands, disgusting as their behaviour may have been. Objectively speaking, they were only really following their Queen's orders.

Without spoken instruction, both men set about removing Alec's cloak from his body, as if he were still a respectable member of the royal family. Beneath it, he wore a fitted black leather tunic, breeches of the same colour, and fine leather boots. Both of his arms were scarred with sigils from shoulder to wrist, some more faded than others. One marking on his right bicep stood out above the rest as it glowed a dull blue; it often did so when it was near others of its kind. These soldiers all bore the same mark upon their arm, except Alec's was vastly different.

When he created this sigil at the beginning of the war, he made sure that he and his grandfather were special above the rest. They could control all others who wore the Remei sigil; a simple tap would give their words power and influence that no other creature could possess over the soldiers.

Alec lifted his hand; two fingers pressed together would give a simple tap to his scarred skin, and the sigil glowed a brighter blue for but a second. "You will gather the rest of your patrol, and all fourteen men will return with you to the capital city. There will you report directly to your Queen and you will tell her that Alec Iris has returned from hiding and wishes to speak with her at once. Understood?"

Mindlessly, the soldiers nodded in unison, holstered their weapons each in turn, and walked back the way they had come without another word.

Alec lowered his hand at that point, watched the men until they were out of sight and turned back to the fox, checking that it had not yet run away. Perhaps it was curious, grateful, or just plain stupid. He did not yet know, but since it had not fled, he thought it might be time to introduce himself and his companions. He gestured to the dark-skinned man on his left. "This here is Zio, my mentor," he explained. "The crazy bastard over there is Wellwish, and my name is Alec."

Zio stepped forward, a warm smile gracing his handsome features. The fox was a fair bit smaller than him, to say the least, but he bowed his head out of respect nonetheless. He aimed to make it clear that the group meant her no harm. "Might I ask your name, little fox?"

The setting changes from rebel-camp to Sylvar Forest

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Character Portrait: Simon Davenport Character Portrait: Roan Ambers Character Portrait: Antheia Ophiuchus Character Portrait: Wellwish Character Portrait: Alec Iris Character Portrait: Zio

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Ambers opened his eyes to the sound of a distant hawk, the quiet signal to change shift leading him out of slumber. He yawned, giving a light stretch of his muscles before he looked over to Simon next to himself.

It was still early enough that the song of crickets was thick in the air, and it was too dark to see anything in detail. The soldier could still tell that Simon was still in his own slumber- one that Ambers was very adamant about letting him continue. He wished he could stay, but he knew he was needed elsewhere. Soon, he'd be back. In time to hopefully catch Simon just after his dinner... and where he knew he was most vulnerable to picking up the wine.

Sitting up, Ambers leaned over to lightly press his lips to Simon's head, just above the ear. He was very careful to keep his touch light as to not wake the man up, and he moved to slowly get out of the bed. Ambers still didn't know what their relationship was, whether it was made to last or was something the universe lined up to make their lives cross paths. Ambers knew the feelings he had for Simon, which he knew was his personal truth. Though, for now, he had to put his personal life behind and step back onto the field for work.

Getting dressed, he gathered his belongings needed for work, before his gaze passed that of the wine bottle that Simon had him pull out the day before. Ambers had to stop and stare at it for a long minute, torn internally between continuing past, or doing something about it. Though, he knew doing something about it would only be a short-term solution. If Simon wanted to drink, he could just open his chest and get another bottle.

Still.
This one bottle was one bottle less that he possessed. Surely he would hear an earful if Simon found out about what had happened to the liquid inside, but that was something Ambers was willing to deal with after his guarding shift.
Taking the bottle, he slipped out of the tent to pour it quietly onto the grass and placed a rock over whatever stain it left on the earth. Only someone who knew that a rock wasn't there before would be the probable cause of the wine disappearance being solved.

Nonetheless, Ambers placed the empty jug back inside where he had left it before leaving the tent for good that morning.

Walking, and taking his time to get to the area he would patrol for most of the day, Ambers leaned against a thick tree trunk to rest his mind. He would listen to the forest very carefully for a couple of hours- until the feeling of a suspicious quiver made way through his chest. He had never really felt anything like that before, but he could tell that the signature was one of great power.

Here? Ambers thought, and the experienced soldier quickly ran to where he had felt the signature until he came about a hill- and the noise of yelling. He could hear objects- most likely people- being thrown, and the screams matched the idea of the actions happening. He came over the hill but kept himself hidden behind a large enough tree, and he leaned ever so slightly to gain an observation as to what was happening below. A white figure, which took on the appearance of an areal bird, and what looked like a small army. That army did not look rebellion. It was... alarming. He watched as three individuals seemed to come out and approach the soldiers there and the suspected fae, and Ambers recognized the name to which the soldier's voiced. Squinting, he could see the demonstration that Alec had done in front of the soldiers as proof of his identity.

Alec.

Ambers' eyes widened to that name, and the sliver of his head took shelter behind the tree once again. He stared straight on, before he slowly made his way back down where he had come from, settling behind the hill out of sight from the situation he observed. Taking out a silent whistle- which was used to call a mystic note that the guard's messenger hawks were only witched to hear, he scrambled to get out a paper and start writing his location and a message.

Fleet of soldiers, Alec and two companions. A fae is also here. He wrote, and when the hawk swiftly arrived and landed on his shoulder, he rolled and folded the note to place it in the messenger's talons.
"Bring this to Simon." He whispered, and he hand-gestured a sign of Simon's name to the hawk, before the bird took off on a fast flight to deliver the message.

Then, when the messenger hawk was deployed, Ambers snuck back up the hill to peak from behind the tree trunk once again to make sure he had his eyes on the situation below. He needed to know if the Rebellion camp was in danger, and if he could grab Alec's intention in the dialogue he could hear.

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"Might I ask your name, little fox?" said the strong-looking soldier with a smile. Antheia, still being in her vulpine form, stared into the man's eyes intensely, trying to read his true intentions. Much unlike the other men she just encountered though, this trio didn't seem like they wanted to skin her and adorn their homes with her pure white fur. No. After all, these entities saved her from exactly that.





Lifting herself up on her hindlegs and standing tall, somewhat resembling a pet dog begging for food, she made her body grow. Her white, thick fur changed into fair skin and her face began to take on soft human features. A plain white dress covered her body and curly, silver hair began to cascade over her shoulders and down to her lower stomach. Lastly, the fluffy tail and pointed ears vanished and her eyes changed from the dark chocolate brown to a stunning sky blue colour.

Blinking twice, she wobbled slightly back and forth - ever since she landed in this new world, she always remained in one of her animal forms as disguise. So it was a bit unfamiliar to be in an upright, bipedal stance once again. After a long stretch and loosening up the muscles in her legs though, she stood more confidently.

Almost forgetting that the man across from her asked her something, she opened her mouth and spoke up in a soft, slightly raspy voice: "Antheia... it's Antheia Ophiuchus." It had been a long time since she communicated in human language, so she cleared her throat to make her voice sound more stable this time: "My home is known as the animanty realm but you people like to refer to it as 'the realm where residents are one with nature'." It was a bit hard for her to speak so openly about herself but in her current situation she had no other choice.

Antheia glanced blankly towards the other two men and rested her gaze shortly on their faces to signal that she is talking with all three of them now. "You have my sincerest thanks for aiding me in this… rather tricky situation." Her tone fell a bit on the last words. Though it was true: without them interfering this might have ended badly for her, so she was fairly grateful. Although it intrigued her how the dark-, short-haired man of the three manipulated the infantry into obeying his exact words with a strange sigil. He did have quite a different air about him, his aura was different from everyone else she has encounted in this forest so far. But she could ponder about that later. Right now she had to ask them something else, something that is the reason she has been wandering in these strange woods for so long.

"I do have to ask another favor of you. I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling fae. I wish to join them. Can you show me the way there?” she asked confidently, a tinge of hope appearing in her tone, although her voice still held a certain air of detachment.

Waiting for the men’s response, her left ear suddenly twitched as her animalistic instincts took over.

Something or someone was watching them.

Facing the direction where she sensed another being, her voice chimed attentively: “We’re beeing watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there.” She gave a short side-glance towards the roots of a nearby birch where a tiny black squirrel sat munching on a hazelnut and silently looking at the two-legged creatures.

Transforming back into the arctic fox from before, Antheia took off, dashing very quickly across the forest floor and up the opposing hill. And really, there was a figure standing at about 6’3 feet tall pressed against a massive tree.
She knew he had been watching and listening in on them and therefore that he was well aware that Antheia could understand him, even in her vulpine form. Her stance wasn’t aggressive but she made sure that if he planned to attack, she would be prepared. So she just stood her ground and tilted her head slightly, observing the male and waiting for a response, whether it would be one of friendliness or aggression.




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Character Portrait: Roan Ambers Character Portrait: Antheia Ophiuchus Character Portrait: Wellwish Character Portrait: Alec Iris Character Portrait: Zio

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In complete silence, the trio watched with amused expressions as what appeared to be a small white fox began to shift into a form resembling a mortal woman.

"Antheia... it's Antheia Ophiuchus," she finally offered as her first response. Before Zio could open his mouth to speak, however, she had already continued. "My home is known as the animanty realm but you people like to refer to it as the realm where residents are one with nature."

The eldest of the three members turned to his companions with a confused frown weighing on his features, and he did not turn around until Alec offered him a brief nod of reassurance, as if to say: 'Yes, I've heard of it.' Which was entirely true, of course. As a Prince, learning about other realms was a necessity.

"I do have to ask another favor of you. I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling Fae. I wish to join them. Can you show me the way there?”

At long last, Zio returned his attention to Antheia, a bemused expression replacing the confusion that had once been there. Perhaps they would have themselves a new companion after all? They were both seeking the same audience, and had somehow ended up meeting along the same path to reach it. Had they not been interrupted shortly thereafter, Zio might have happily begun to extend her an invitation to travel with them. Things were rarely ever so easy...

“We’re being watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there," she warned them, triggering a state of alert hostility among the men. As they all scanned the surrounding woodland, not one of them had noticed her return to her 'original' form until Wellwish heard the patter of tiny little feed against the dry forest getting quieter and quieter. She was heading towards the threat alone, which was both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.

Unsurprisingly, Wellwish was the first of the trio to pursue the fox, bounding after it with a skip in his step and a grin stretching ear-to-ear. His delighted, childlike giggles filled the sudden silence.

Ever since he'd joined the group, Wellwish had established himself as an outstanding combination of a full-blown madman and an exceptionally able magick-wielder. As such, he was rarely one to stray from any sort of conflict. In fact, he often tumbled into these situations head-first, much to the chagrin of the two men who practically became his babysitters.

The crazed magi, much like his new fox 'companion', appeared before the unfamiliar male, entirely hunched over with his hands on the ground and his fingers splayed outward. He directed his unyielding stare towards the stranger and crinkled his nose as if he'd caught wind of something strange. "He reeks o' your kind," he spat. Collectively the remaining two men in their group seemed to understand that this was directed solely at the Prince, who was now more in tune with his Faerie side than he had ever been. They also seemed to understand that this boy, wherever he came from, might potentially have ties to the Rebellion. Luck was clearly on their side that day.

"Bes' tell us where the Fae Folk are hidin' these days," Wellwish hissed, "or we'll 'ave yer tongue out in a second." He then proceeded to part his jaw with unnecessary amounts of aggression, grab the end of his tongue and pull it as hard as he could without risk of ripping the damned thing out.

"Or, in a less hostile manner... We've been travelling for many weeks now, trying to find the Rebellion's camp," Zio interjected, knowing that a calm and well-mannered approach would likely yield better results in this situation. "We simply seek an audience with the Faerie King... Would you know him by any chance?" he asked, then paused a little with his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "We mean him no ill will, nor do we have any kind of ulterior motive. By my word as a Faerie, I promise this."

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Character Portrait: Roan Ambers Character Portrait: Antheia Ophiuchus Character Portrait: Wellwish Character Portrait: Alec Iris Character Portrait: Zio

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"I’ve been wandering in this forest for moons now but can’t seem to find a certain shelter of rebelling Fae. I wish to join them."
Ambers narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing the now-transformed woman speak about the wanting to find the rebellion. It wasn't unusual, of course, since Fae usually gravitated to the rebellion.
It was just that Alec and two others were-

"We’re being watched. And it’s not that squirrel over there,"

Ambers sucked in a breath and flattened himself against the tree in a silent prayer, only to see a white fox jut from behind and look at him. And, behind the fox, he heard more footsteps.
Immediately, he took a couple steps back so he wasn't going to be potentially cornered against a tree trunk, and his hand was positioned instinctively against the hilt of his sword. Though, the second he did it, he remembered Simon's words about Alec and the whole 'don't start anything' speech.

"Bes' tell us where the Fae Folk are hidin' these days, or we'll 'ave yer tongue out in a second."

The first person to come up looked almost inhuman, and the threat that spilled straight from his mouth almost made him blink from surprise. Ambers wasn't unfamiliar with torture. Being a Remei prisoner for quite some time after the War, the thought of having no tongue was the least of his worries- besides the fact that he could probably grow it back. It would just take him a good ten years.

The second person was a bit more civil... however, brought on a more suspicious note. At least the first person seemed to speak directly what was on his mind, with the second person trying to clean up with some more expensive lip with the intention to sell.

"We simply seek an audience with the Faerie King... Would you know him by any chance?"
Ambers looked at them both, trying his best to keep calm, but of course, the mention of Simon made his gaze fix involuntarily to the man who mentioned him. He knew then that if he said he was unfamiliar, they would know he was lying.

Do you expect me to seriously give you the location of the rebellion camp...? God, I really hope the hawk gets to Simon. I don't know how many armies these three have.

Probably the thing that struck him off the most was the fact that Alec was completely silent, and Ambers shifted his weight, looking at Alec for a moment, before looking back to the man with the dreadlocks.

"We mean him no ill will, nor do we have any kind of ulterior motive. By my word as a Faerie, I promise this."
... Says the person standing next to Alec.

"Not just anyone can get an audience with the King. Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not." Ambers said, but specifically looked at Alec.
It was odd, really. Being face to face with the person who was responsible for potentially creating and ending your own race.

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"Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not."

Antheia noticed how the stranger has been repeatedly staring at Alec - more intently than at the rest of the group. Most likely he knew the man, perhaps from a past event or there are stories about him, which he heard before. Alec's strangely powerful presence still intrigued Antheia after all, so maybe he was quite a well-known figure in this world.



This new man across from her though, seemed a bit strange too. He smelt different from the others. Her delicate senses told the Animanty that this guy was neither a Faerie nor a Dragon. She thought that she had met someone with this smell before but it still wasn't quite the same. Puzzling over what this entity could be, she squinted her eyes together and studied him a bit more carefully.


Apparently the rumors were true. This realm was like a hotspot for all different kinds of species.

Although it was fairly risky for her to enter this realm, she still felt positive about her decision. Her goal was after all, to land in a world where she wouldn't attract too much attention because of having roots from another realm. The diversity of species here meant that people wouldn't be too surprised to see an Animanty here. Therefore her sisters would hopefully not take note of this very soon...


Noticing a faint breeze of wind flowing through the forest and rustling the tree's branches over their heads, Antheia started to transform into her anthropogenic form so she could use her voice again.

"He wants to know who we are, to see whether we're trustworthy or not," Antheia thought, still keeping an eye on the man across from the little group. Well, it was clever that he said that, but how would he know they were telling the truth anyway? Then again, she wasn't exactly sure how long he had been watching and listening in on them.

The more composed guy, Zio, however was of Fae blood, she could tell. He told the truth about his species. And therefore it meant that everything he said was the truth. Back in her realm, Antheia read books about Faeries who choked to death because they were dishonest.

She has been to realms before where residents said: 'if everyone was honest, this world would be a better place' but she didn't quite agree.

Whether the stranger knew about standing across a Fae or not, Antheia still thought it was right to always have a certain kind of suspiciousness and carefulness towards strangers.

Completely transformed now, the female shot a few gazes at the three by her side and decided to take initiative. For the second time today she introduced herself. "My name is Antheia Ophiuchus. Part of the Animanty race," she chimed in a calm but steadfast tone.

"Like this Fae said, we come in peace and seek no violent confrontations," her voice didn't waver and she looked at him with a sincere and gentle expression to signal that she genuinely meant what she said.



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"Not just anyone can get an audience with the King. Maybe if I catch your names, it may help me with deciding whether I know the King or not," spoke the stranger, with the all the confidence of a boy who believed he had any legs to stand on in this situation. Alec wasn't sure whether it would be necessary to remind him that he absolutely did not. For now, he opted to humour the kid.

Alec met the stranger's gaze, although it was considerably less hostile than the one he was offered. He became so focused on his potential opponent that he hadn't spared a glance in Antheia's direction for some time. As such, when her introduction broke the silence, he was surprised - so much so that his head whipped around and found her standing there in human form. How had he not noticed her shift? Even if he wasn't looking in her direction, he should have been able to sense that.

It was at this time he noticed a slight blur in his vision, and he exhaled slowly. Perfect timing... Keep calm, he thought to himself as an aching sensation slowly began to form in his left shoulder.

"Like this Fae said, we come in peace and seek no violent confrontations," Antheia echoed, to which Zio offered a murmur of confirmation.

Steadying his voice to ensure that it would not quiver, Alec decided to follow Antheia's introduction with one of his own. "This is Zio," he began, gesturing towards the oldest of the group. "And Wellwish," with another brief gestures towards the feral-looking man. "Of course you must know who I am at this point. They would have warned you about me, hm? Alec Iris, world-destroyer, evil bastard."

The aching sensation had begun to escalate into sharp pains that shot through Alec's left shoulder and waist every time he spoke. It became slightly painful to inhale, so he took a moment to control his breathing before he continued.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it," he barked, the stress and pain effectively removing whatever remained of his patience. "But you do know the King, because if you didn't, I'd have choked on my words before finishing that sentence."

Zio stepped closer to stranger, holding his arms slightly in the air to show that he was unarmed and would remain so. "We only wish to deliver a message... About the King's mother," he explained, adopting a pleading tone. "Realistically, do you think he would be happy to learn that you'd denied him a decent chance to save her?"

It may have been a bit manipulative to ask that question, but it was perhaps the easiest way to convince this boy that it was important for him not to make a fuss.

Alec, clearly agitated and now holding his shoulder with his right hand, decided to interject. "Be a good boy and make this easy for us, wont you? Take Zio back with you so that he may deliver my message, or you'll be useless to us and I'll kill you myself for wasting our time," he growled. "The camp must be close anyway, if you're here."

Wellwish began to giggle, hoping from foot-to-foot in anticipation. "What'll it be, boy? What'll it be?"

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Ambers looked at Antheia, and to Zio, Wellwish, and Alec.
It seemed like they were going to be honest, and Ambers had to give them that credit. Even if they were fae and could not lie; there were lots of ways one could avoid words or bend the truth.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it,"
He noted Alec's increasing agitation.

It seemed like his attempt at buying the Rebellion time to get here wasn't going to work. Whether the hawk even arrived to deliver the message to Simon, Ambers had no idea.

"We only wish to deliver a message... About the King's mother. Realistically, do you think he would be happy to learn that you'd denied him a decent chance to save her?"

He knew how much Simon's mother meant to him. Of course, Ambers wouldn't ever deny him answers or the chance to save her.

"Take Zio back with you so that he may deliver my message, or you'll be useless to us and I'll kill you myself for wasting our time. The camp must be close anyway, if you're here."

The soldier looked back to Alec as the threat of taking his life seemed to be his own attempt at persuading him, but his gaze involuntarily changed to one of concern. Even if Alec was... Alec, he looked like he was in pain.

"What'll it be, boy? What'll it be?"

"I will take you to the King." Ambers said, and he looked to Zio with a small nod.
He respected his kindness, to say the least. Perhaps he got the fact that threatening him really wasn't much motivation.
"Apologies for acting like a smartass earlier with my question. Had to make sure your motivations were legitimate. You two are indeed welcome to come since it is your message you want to deliver... and the Rebellion is aware that you three are here, anyhow." He said, and he gestured to the hand that was on Alec's shoulder that appeared to shield some sort of pain. "We have doctors. If you need."

Thankfully the four perceived him as a Fae- since he had no idea if his hawk arrived to even inform the Rebellion and Simon that Alec and the other two were here, and his tongue remained intact. That... and doctors were probably the last thing that the Rebellion would give Alec.

He looked to Antheia. "And food and water." Ambers said, and he offered a bit of a gentler look to the shifter. Perhaps it was because he knew she really had no part in the three-man group and the history they brought with them.

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"Of course you must know who I am at this point. They would have warned you about me, hm? Alec Iris, world-destroyer, evil bastard."

rang Alec's steady voice through the tranquil forest. Antheia squinted her sky blue eyes together and slightly turned her head towards the man's direction, shooting him a quick glance.




Warned you about me?

World-destroyer?

What exactly did he mean by that? Judging the look on the stranger's face, he seemed to indeed know about Alec. Antheia had some sort of intuition before already but now she started to become a bit suspicious and even a tiny bundle of concern began to knot itself in her stomach.

The scene of a whole infantry changing their mind and obeying his commands began to project on her mind. And then this weird energy that was around him all the time... everything started to slowly but surely merge into a picture.

But if he was so powerful, then why would he bother about a mere fox gettin-


Ba-dum, ba-dum.


What was that?

A deep, throbbing sound just echoed through the whole forest. Antheia wondered if she just imagined it, since no one else reacted to it, but there was a shiver that ran down her spine and her breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

"Listen, I know you've got a fuckin' issue with me, kid. There's no hiding it..."


Ba-dum, ba-dum.


Whipping her head vigorously towards Alec's direction, she stared at him wide-eyed. An enormous sort of energy flowed through the male, one which only someone of her race could sense.



Antheia tilted her head in a confused way and studied the man until the stranger across from her spoke up again, snapping her out of her trance.

Apparently he seemed to at least share a little portion of trust with the group now. It was hard for the Animanty to catch on exactly what he said though because that damn pulsating sound still rang in her ears.

"We have doctors. If you need."

The stranger seemed to catch onto Alec's pain as well, who was by now holding his shoulder due to it.



Hearing the stranger's words though, a tinge of hope now began to spark in Antheia's gut. At last, she finally had the chance to meet the Faerie King and ask to join his rebellion. After all, she couldn't wander around this forest for eternity and simply watch how this world gets destroyed and nature falling apart in the process. So it seemed the most rational to join a group of Fae that had similar goals in mind.

Hopefully he wouldn't mind having an Animanty in his team. The Faerie realm and the Animanty realm have communicated before with each other, but they've never exactly been allies.



As the man across from her laid his gaze on Antheia, she gave him a brief nod in appreciation for his words.

The heavy pulsation still stuck to her mind though, like a buzzing nest full of bees. It was strange, really. As if the throbbing emerging from Alec's body represented the heartbeat of the forest.

"You... you're like the heart of this forest... who are you...," Antheia murmured more to herself than addressing Alec directly. Her last words barely audible, since she whispered. However, the woods were so quiet at this moment, that the others might have caught up on it. Antheia on the other hand, was confused. This man was deeply connected to nature, almost as if he was nature himself.



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"I will take you to the King."

Zio breathed his relief aloud, utterly grateful that - in spite of Alec's threats and continued frustration - this boy had maintained his composure and agreed to comply with their request. Even the Prince himself had softened his countenance, although his lips remained pressed in a thin line.

"Apologies for acting like a smartass earlier with my question. Had to make sure your motivations were legitimate. You two are indeed welcome to come since it is your message you want to deliver... and the Rebellion is aware that you three are here, anyhow."

So he had sent word to the camp earlier, perhaps before Antheia sensed his presence. That much was to be expected. Not one of the three men stirred at this news, however, Zio felt obligated to offer a nod of understanding; as if to say 'no hard feelings' - or perhaps the ever-so-subtle smile he wore was more of a 'fair enough, well done' than anything else. Alec couldn't quite be sure.

Not that he had much time to think it over, of course. His eyes traced the boy's gesture. Suddenly he became aware that he was gripping his shoulder, and that the tips of his fingers were tingling and cold. His arm dropped almost instinctively, accompanied by a small wince that caused his brows to furrow.

"We have doctors. If you need."

Alec blinked through his surprise, a million different reactions cycling through his mind. He didn't know whether to reject the offer with gratitude, or laugh at the utter absurdity of it. Was he so disconnected with the situation that he thought his family wouldn't kill him at the first available chance? No, he couldn't return. His only hope was that they would hear his message and trust that he only intended to help. Zio knew of the risk to his life when delivering this message and he was willing to accept it. Alec could not be so careless.

"You... you're like the heart of this forest... who are you..?" spoke the shifter, her voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't directed at Alec but he accepted the comment as if it was, a sudden chuckle shaking his torso and thus irritating his shoulder.

"Far be it from me to underestimate a stranger, but gods be damned, you're quite the girl," he returned, drawing up his brow in a mixture of amusement and awe. "You can feel it too, can't you? The Earth's pulse; its heartbeat." The faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips and he watched Antheia with such intensity that it was almost as if no one else in this world existed but her. In that moment, she was the only creature who deserved his attention. Perhaps even an explanation... before they parted.

"I am bonded with this world... in a strange and wonderful way," Alec corrected, gesturing to their surroundings with both arms extended. "Its heartbeat is my own, as is its pain and decay."

A slight sway in his stance had Zio and Wellwish by his side in the blink of an eye, allowing him to rest his weight on their own. Still, he didn't avert his gaze from Antheia. In fact, he seemed even more intent on getting his words out. It was a strange urge that he couldn't quite pinpoint, but something deep within his mind was telling him she should know. She was the only one thus far who'd actually felt it.

"The world is dying, Antheia, but I will be its saviour, as I was its creator," he breathed, desperation and determination fighting for a dominant role in his tone. His eyes were fierce, his jaw tense, and he struggled against his companions who were now restraining him rather supporting him. "I will be its source of power; the one who maintains its balance... its Life Tree."

His gaze searched briefly for Roan before settling on him. "Your offer may have been well-meant, but it was useless and quite stupid... I cannot be healed, nor can I allow myself to be killed - the latter is far more likely to occur," he admonished, then nodded his head towards Zio. "Take him and leave. My message is of dire importance. Erieda doesn't have a lot of time left."

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"The world is dying, Antheia, but I will be its saviour, as I was its creator. I will be its source of power; the one who maintains its balance... its Life Tree."

Ambers listened, watching as Alec and Antheia conversed, with Zio and Wellwish seeming to support and restrain Alec at the same time. It was interesting to hear, and he noted much of the discussed condition to tell Simon later.

"Your offer may have been well-meant, but it was useless and quite stupid... I cannot be healed, nor can I allow myself to be killed - the latter is far more likely to occur." Roan decided it was best to not reply to that. "Take him and leave. My message is of dire importance. Erieda doesn't have a lot of time left."

He motioned for Antheia and Zio to follow him with a mere acceptance that Alec wasn't coming. Once they were walking and felt like they were a bit out of sight from Alec and Wellwish, Ambers would reach to bring out his canteen of water, holding the strings and letting it dangle from his hand as they walked. Of course, out of a bit of courtesy and to inform the two that the water was not poison, he drank from it first.

"Just let me know if you need water." He said to Zio and Antheia, "It takes about thirty minutes to walk there." He realized then that he hadn't introduced himself, and now that Alec was seemingly out of view and earshot, he turned his head to look at them both.

"I'm Ambers. Soldier." He said, and he looked at Zio, taking a couple seconds to gaze at his appearance and facial features. "... I respect that you took the risk to deliver the message alone for the sake of Simon's mother. I am sure he will appreciate it... and so will all of us."

Ambers looked ahead when he noticed he used Simon's name a bit informally there. He was used to using his name without the prefix of King or Prince.

He chose to focus his next moment on Antheia. "Everyone has a reason for searching out the Rebellion. Why are you? Ambers asked, but he raised a hand slightly. "If you'd like to say. Of course, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I know some people's reasons are... private. Or painful."

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Antheia observed the surrounding area as the trio walked. The slight breeze from earlier had now developed into a brisk wind, brushing through the leaves of various bushes and trees in the forest.
Lifting her gaze upwards, she noticed how grey clouds dappled the vast sky with their melancholic yet soothing touch.

Alec's words resounded in her head again.
Being the creator of this world and slowly but surely transforming into its Life Tree, it all made sense now that he functioned as its beating heart, as well.


Because Antheia sensed that he was in great pain, she felt strangely drawn towards him. Being an Animanty, it was deeply programmed into her that her number one goal is to protect nature. Even if she was not in her realm anymore, the urge to fulfill that goal was still there.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she focused her attention back on the current events again and watched as the stranger pulled out a container of water. "Just let me know if you need water," his voice chimed. Antheia appreciated the gesture but did not sense the tugging feeling of thirst yet.


The group passed a small patch of lavender, the plants' tiny petals swiveling from one side to the other as the wind brushed them. Instead of the usual vibrant purple, these flowers had lost their colour and a pale, greyish-green tinted them. Antheia came to a halt and as if her next move was completely automatic, she motioned towards the lavender and leant down. Pressing her right hand on the ground beneath them, they immediately started to regain their colour again. A piercing but soothing scent now emitting from them. The ghost of a smile spread across Antheia's lips as she observed the now healthy flowers, before she got up to continue following her two companions.

After the stranger introduced himself as 'Ambers' and talked to Zio about respecting his bravery to deliver the message, he now directed his next words towards her, which made her stomach drop. She would rather not reveal all of her exact intentions to why she came here, so instead she focused on why she wanted to join the Rebellion.

"I have nowhere else to go. Nature is falling apart in this realm and similarly to you, I want to save this world," she said in a serene tone, but it still held a certain air of detachment. "Therefore I'd do everything that's in my power to aid the Faerie King and his rebellion." she finished, a determined gleam now scintillating in her blue gaze as she locked her eyes on Ambers to show that she meant it seriously.

Her gaze then fell back to the surrounding forest area again, listening to the various sounds that rang from it, as if it spoke. Yeah, even if it took all of her strength and wit, Antheia would make sure that nature's beauty would remain in this world.



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Ambers stopped when he noticed Antheia halting in her steps to appearingly aid a plant, and he kept his gaze on her until she rejoined Zio and himself in their walk.

"I have nowhere else to go. Nature is falling apart in this realm and similarly to you, I want to save this world. Therefore I'd do everything that's in my power to aid the Faerie King and his rebellion."

It was interesting, Ambers hadn't met someone from the Animanty realm yet, and her loyalty to nature was very apparent. He took note of that as well.
"That is good that this Earth has someone to look after her." Ambers said, and he looked back ahead to where they were going.

He wasn't going to mention that the Rebellion was more focused on other things... like saving their queen, saving their own species of Fae from Remei control and imprisonment. Although they lived side and side with nature, focusing on preserving this world wasn't on the very top of their list. At least, that was what Ambers ended up figuring out.

If Atheia was focused on "saving" this realm, then her best bet was with Alec. He was probably the only one who truly loved this place and the situation he created.
He even said himself that he was going to save this world by sacrificing his own body to become the Life Tree.

It made sense, though. Most people were forced here, or in fact... everyone was, except for Alec. This realm wasn't originally occupied by anyone. Not even humans, to which this world closely resembled. Ambers still remembered the human realm. How delicate everything was. His family, the human race. Even if this realm resembled the humanic realm, he knew the soil wasn't the same.

Ambers, in a bit of a light sigh, focused on redirecting his thoughts to something more important. Like this walk, and who he hoped to see at the end of the day. Thinking of which, he was hopeful that Simon eventually got his message from earlier. It would be very sudden for Ambers to show up with Zio and a recruit, and for Zio to pop him with news on potentially saving his mother. Though, Ambers realized then that the first message included none of the specific details... and if he was expecting Alec, the world-merger wasn't even going to be present.

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Zio was not one to participate in conversations that were not directed at him. He was quiet and mindful in that way. As such, when the soldier - Ambers, as he had referred to himself - posed a question to Antheia, he decided to drift into his own thoughts. He had not yet planned the speech he was to deliver, so he mostly spent his time internally rehearsing lines and piecing the information together.

Occasionally he would offer a smile to either of his companions, whether they returned his gaze or not, and after a long period of silence, Zio halted in place. His eyes were alert with the sudden realisation that some sort of massive energy approaching the group at an absurd speed. This was soon enough accompanied by the thunderous sound of hooves against the ground, and from the trees appeared a group of some 15 or so soldiers, riding various mounts - stags, horses, and wolves.

At the head of the group, an unnaturally handsome man with an air of regality to his manner, sitting atop a white stag, strode towards the three. He hopped down from his mount before it even had a chance to halt, and turned to the group with a panicked expression.

"Roan," the King breathed, his voice heavy with relief. His friend, his lover, and perhaps one of the most important people in his life right now - if any harm had befallen this man, Simon would unleash absolute hell upon this world. After receiving his hawk, Simon had barrelled out of camp so fast he'd damn near knocked down every man, woman, and child in his way.

Unknowingly, he quickened his pace to close the distance between them, arms reaching around the taller man's neck to pull him into an embrace; with closed eyes and foreheads pressed together. It was a brief display of affection, however, as Simon released his grip and spared a glance to the strangers who'd accompanied him this far. "Alec isn't with you?" he asked, confusion and disappointment very much evident in his tone... Roan's message had stated he was in the area.

It then occurred to him that Alec was more than likely keeping his distance for the sake of his own safety. Tch... of course, he thought - even his inner voice was tainted with spite.

However, with a quick shake of his head, Simon wordlessly put that topic to rest for later, when he and Roan would undoubtedly speak in private and the encounter could be explained in full. For now, his attention went to those who were actually present; the white-haired female and stoic gentleman wearing a smile. A strange pair if ever he'd seen one, but he wasn't one to judge in that way.

"Please, forgive my poor manners," the King began with the slightest laugh to brighten his tone, before dipping his head as a gesture of apology and respect. "My name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us." He cleared his throat to distract himself from those dark thoughts, and clasped his hands together behind his back. "Might I ask your names?"

Zio opted to wait for Antheia's introduction before he offered one of his own, both due to his chivalrous nature and the utter importance of his message - which, if he were to blurt it out now, would make it difficult for the shifter to speak with confidence about her desire to join the Rebellion. He spared a glance in her direction, attempting to meet her gaze, and offered a small nod as if to say, 'go ahead.'

This action was not lost on Simon, who looked at Antheia and smiled in reassurance, eyes bright with expectation.

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Ambers first saw Zio stopping, and initially, the soldier thought that something was wrong. His own head snapped in the direction Zio was looking- however, quickly recognized the auric signature coming from ahead.

"It is okay. It's the Rebellion." Ambers said, and he took a step ahead of both Zio and Antheia to raise his hand to the approaching soldiers. Mainly to let them see that it was alright- and for them to know that it wasn't necessary to draw their weapons when they came closer. Knowing their speed from where he stood, they were prepared for battle if need be.

Ambers' eyes looked to the white stag, knowing it to be Simon's choice of mount. He was surprised to see him come, and the idea of him riding in on a very noticeable and targetable colored animal brought a bit of anxiety to Amber's chest. Even if it was known that there was no intent of danger from Alec, there was still a separate fleet of soldiers that he saw earlier that were still roaming these forests.

When the group approached, Ambers parted his lips to speak to Simon. However, the speed at which the white stag was approaching at was giving the King no time to stop properly, and the hasty dismount made Roan hold his breath.

"Roan,"

Simon's speaking of his name made the soldier freeze. He never really heard anyone call him by his given name, but the tone used was one of great relief. It was then that, during the moment of Simon bringing him into an embrace, that Ambers knew the extent of panic he put Simon into with sending the message earlier. It was necessary at the moment, for he wasn't aware of what Alec's intentions were, and the possibility of the Rebellion being in danger was valid.

Especially for himself- if he was killed before he could tell that Alec was in the area and the camp was in danger, there could have been a surprise attack. Though, now that he was okay, and the threat was subdued to a point, he wished the hawk had returned to send Simon an update. Just for the sake of him knowing that he was alive and that there was not a threat anymore.

Ambers let Simon rest his forehead against his own for a moment, and he raised his hand to cup the side of his face gently as though to say 'I'm okay.'
The moment really was brief, but it was probably for the best- given how dire the message was that Zio had to deliver. That, and showing affection out in public could potentially endanger them both... especially in front of Zio, one of Alec's allies. And who knew if Alec or a Remei just watched that exchange.

"Alec isn't with you?"

"No." Ambers said, but by Simon's more spiteful expression after he asked the question meant he must have known that Alec had made the choice to keep his distance. Stepping aside next to him, Ambers went to instinctively guard the King, his hand moving to routinely rest on the hilt of his sword as Simon addressed Zio and Antheia.

"Please, forgive my poor manners, my name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us." Ambers looked at Simon, catching that small moment of fleeting emotion, and he watched as the King clasped his hands behind his back. "Might I ask your names?"

Ambers looked to Antheia, then to Zio after that question.

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Similarly to Zio, Antheia sensed beforehand how a massive wave of energy approached the little group. The forest seemed to stand still and quiet as the distant sound of trampling hooves and paws came into earshot. A surge of curiousity but also slight anxiety overcame the Animanty, due to how apparent and vigorous this aura was.

"It is okay. It's the Rebellion." reassured Ambers' voice and Antheia rested her gaze on him, her anxiety starting to diminish. As the soldier stepped in front of Zio and her, she turned her head to the side, so she would be able to fully see what approached them.


Various animals appeared on the scene, atop a Fae each. Antheia observed the quadrupedal creatures and noticed how they did not feel any sort of fear or anger towards their riders. They were obedient - yes - but they still seemed to do it out of free will mostly. Even they wanted to help in saving their homeland.

The shifter was glad that the Rebellion treated their mounts well. The fact that animals do not communicate like people do, does not mean they could not feel any pain or suffering.

Leading the group, was a man sitting atop an energetic, pure white stag. Antheia could feel the authority of a King right away.

"My name is Simon Davenport, leader of the Rebellion and King of the Fae... or at least what's left of us. Might I ask your names?" he said with a bright and expecting tone directed towards Zio and her, after he greeted Ambers with a hug first. That display of affection and the relieved expression that adorned his face before, assured the Animanty that those two felt great care for each other.

She then noticed how Zio gave her a small nod to prompt her to start with her introduction first. As she averted her gaze and looked back at the man in front of her, he had already focused his deep brown eyes on the woman.


"My name is Antheia Ophiuchus,"she said with a firm voice and did a short curtsey - greeting him by bending her knees slightly and bowing her head. The bright tone that he used and the slight laugh which escaped his lips as he apologized for his 'poor manners' did not stop her however from greeting the King like she would greet most regality.

She then continued with a calm but respectful tone:
"I originate from the Animanty realm and was also forced into this world. I had heard of an opposing group of Fae who wanted to end the tyranny in this realm. You want to save this world and fight for causes, therefore I want to aid you on this mission. I want to fight for your and nature's survival as well, so I will do everything that's in my power to accomplish this goal." Antheia had to take a breath after her speech - she wasn't the best at talking but she still hoped that her words would reach the King and persuaded him into letting her join his rebellion.



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As the young girl - who'd introduced herself as Antheia - began to explain her origin and reasons for seeking out the Rebellion, Simon listened intently with a curious and unfaltering gaze, a single corner of his mouth twitching upwards in approval. It wasn't every day he encountered an outsider so determined to share the Rebellion's goals. Most strayed from them for the sake of living as easy of a life as possible.

Simon approached the young woman, placed a single gloved hand upon her shoulder, and smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Antheia," he returned, his voice as gentle as he could manage considering the circumstances. "I know you are sincere in your convictions, and honestly... Who am I to turn down an offer of help?" he asked rhetorically, another small laugh mixing with his words. With the same hand he'd placed on her shoulder, he gave her a reassuring pat. "Welcome to the Rebellion."

After taking a few small steps backwards, Simon turned to face the other stranger, who shifted his weight with the realisation that his turn was up.

Zio, gentle and respectful as he was, did not show nearly the same level of courtesy for the King as Antheia had done a few moments before. A slight dip of his head was sufficient enough in his mind; after all, the only Prince he truly followed was Alec. Until the two Royals found peace - true peace - passable civility was all that Zio could or would offer.

"I am Zio," the stoic soldier began. "Alec's messenger."

This revelation seemed to twist the King's expression into one of barely-shielded distaste. "And what message does my beloved nephew wish to bestow upon me?

Zio raised a brow but decided not to press that issue. "Information regarding the Fae Queen's prison, and how to get her out of it."

What followed was a very lengthy, very painful silence. Simon appeared to be calculating the best response in the midst of his shock, anger, and desperation. His distress was evident in the moisture that softened the hue of his eyes; barely enough to form tears. A loud swallow was the first thing to break the silence, followed by a scoff. "How would you know a damn thing about her prison?"

Zio's gaze fell to the floor - whether it was out of regret, shame, or some other emotion, Simon couldn't really tell... Something was weighing on his shoulders, it was evident even before he offered the King an answer. "Well," he started, quietly and with hesitation. "I designed it."

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"Welcome to the Rebellion."

Roan Ambers watched as Simon spoke to Antheia, and he couldn't help but let a small smile drift upon his features. He offered a small nod as a 'congradulations', until he looked over to see Zio starting to introduce himself. Once he did, and he looked over to see Simon's souring facial expression, he knew that this possibly wasn't going to be a good interaction.

"And what message does my beloved nephew wish to bestow upon me?

Ambers could practically taste the level of salt in the air, but he stood his ground next to the King.

"Information regarding the Fae Queen's prison, and how to get her out of it."

The silence was heavy, and Ambers glanced to look at Simon. He picked up pretty quickly on the climbing emotion, how his breath was almost hesitating on stringing a solid sentence together. How his eyes, while not collecting tears, reflected a kind of pain he hadn't seen before in the King.

"How would you know a damn thing about her prison?"

Ambers could tell that Simon was fighting back tears. To the question, though, he was also pretty curious on where this conversation was going. Turning his gaze over to Zio, he saw him almost visibly retract from whatever thought he had in response to the King's question.

Whatever it was, Amber's instincts were telling him that Zio was about to say something that had the chance of causing a reprimanding response. Quietly, as Zio gathered himself to answer, Roan took a step forward to possibly intervene.

"Well... I designed it."

Roan's eyes widened a little, realizing just who Zio was in all of this. Knowing that he created the prison that held the Fae Queen, Simon's mother, he had a feeling that Simon's response probably wasn't going to be something of rationality. Ambers stepped forward in an attempt to interject almost as soon as he could inhale, and he placed himself half in front of Simon, facing the king to act as a bit of a separation from the two. Roan looked at Simon with a gentle gaze, which was a look of empathy- but also a look of a soldier. He knew that if Simon acted on his emotions, he would come to regret it.

"We need to bring him to the camp. We have been here for too long, it is not safe." Ambers said quietly, which was his attempt at gently reminding Simon the reason Zio was here before him, and the weight of the information that Zio carried with him. "This is our opportunity to save her."

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Every instinct in Simon's body told him to lunge forward, to wrap his hands around this man's throat and not loosen his grip until the squirming ceased. He even went as far as to take the first step, jaws clenched and eyes dangerously narrow.

Of course, Roan was the more reasonable of the two. It had been that way since they'd met.

Simon had vowed never to raise a hand to harm his friend, and thus - even in his emotional state - he did not retaliate when the soldier stepped into his path. He did, however, direct a fierce glare at the boy. Part of him knew that Roan only had his best interests at heart, which ultimately overruled the part that said he was overstepping his boundaries.

"We need to bring him to the camp. We have been here for too long, it is not safe," Roan warned him, as if Simon had any time to worry about what manner of creature was watching them.

"This is our opportunity to save her."

Simon shook his head, eyes on the floor, and inhaled deeply. Casually, he placed a single hand on Roan's chest and with a gentle push, moved him back to his place.

"How could you?" he asked in a quiet voice. "She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

Zio seemed to accept that, nodding slowly. His eyes held a sadness that the rest of his face failed to convey. "I followed an order," he offered simply, then huffed loudly. "I was a Solitary Fae, I had no love for your Queen... but Alec and I have a history." For the first time since he'd encountered this group and its varying additions, Zio's expression suggested he was growing rather impatient. He wasn't used to explaining himself or his actions, but even so, he parted his lips to begin again.

"Spare me the details," Simon spat back, then turned to the men behind him and - with one swift hand gesture - prompted them to climb atop their mounts and make for the camp. "Ambers, I suggest you find something with which to blindfold our 'guest', wouldn't want him making note of our location."

With that, he called forth his own stag, but did not mount it. Instead he allowed it to walk beside him as the group began their slow walk back.

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This really could have gone many ways, and Ambers had no idea what was going to happen. Normally, if one had stepped to intervene the King, it could traditionally be seen as treachery. He managed to stop Simon just after he took his first step, and he could tell that his intuition was right- he knew exactly what Simon was going to do. He could see it in his eyes.

He held his position, quite bravely so, as his eyes instead fixed on Ambers in what looked like quite the cutting glare. He felt his gaze burn a bit into his, but he knew he had to do this. For Simon's sake.

After Roan spoke, and Simon replied with the shake of his head, Roan felt the hand come up to make its place on his chest. Which, at first, he had thought that he was going to calm down more with the physical contact. Only that, instead, Simon used it to guide him back to his previous position beside him.

Ambers got the message, closing his mouth and remaining quiet for the remainder of their conversation. He made sure to watch both Simon and Zio closely while sparing a glance to Antheia once in a while. Ambers' would no doubt get an earful about it later. He knew he overstepped his position, as which was communicated through Simon's earlier glare.

"How could you? She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."
Ambers looked to Zio. "I followed an order. I was a Solitary Fae, I had no love for your Queen... but Alec and I have a history."

"Spare me the details," Simon said, and Ambers looked over to him to see him signal the other soldiers to mount. "Ambers, I suggest you find something with which to blindfold our 'guest', wouldn't want him making note of our location."

Roan nodded to that, and he shifted to slip off a band he had around his clothed arm. It was a red cloth, and it had much past significance to the soldier- but for now, it would work as an excellent blindfold. Untying it, Ambers moved forward to stand in front of Zio, giving him a small nod. He respected him, for Zio had shown him nothing but kindness in comparison to Alec and Wellwish.

Tying the red fabric around Zio's head to properly cover his eyes, Roan made sure it was secure before offering to guide him by the upper arm. After all, this ground was uneven. And surely, if this individual was representing another faction, it was best to keep them uninjured- even from their own faulty steps. Upon walking, and thinking about the terrain, a sudden memory came to Ambers.

He remembered a time when he was training alongside some Navy Seals in the United States Army, where they were all blinded by pepper spray and had to navigate an obstacle course. The point was to make it through blind and to make it back to the rendezvous when the inhibition had worn off. The only way you could make it back is if you paid attention to your surroundings, and memorized the texture and specific ups and downs.

This was Sylvar forest. There was lots of pretty unique and signature information one could gather without eyes.

"Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk," Ambers said, and he dipped his head to Simon slightly, trying to tread carefully with his words. "The terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

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"Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk."

The King stopped dead in his tracks.

"The terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

Turning ever-so-slowly, Simon's thunderous countenance was on full show, narrowed eyes focused only on the soldier. The silence that followed was filled with enough tension to crush any man's spirit.

"You'd have me... loan my mount... to the man who... whose foul creation has been the cause of my mother's suffering?" he asked, a frightening quietness to his voice. Were it not for the silence of the forest, it likely wouldn't have carried well over the distance between them.

It was almost as if that final thread - the one that had barely been holding him together since receiving Roan's hawk - had finally snapped. His self-restraint and tolerance were at an all-time low.

Simon's footsteps carried him forward at an alarming speed, until he was so close to Zio that their noses touched. The older gentleman visibly flinched, but refused to step backwards.

Even Ambers should have known that it was better to stay out of the King's way until he'd gotten the bulk of his anger out. It was a less than civilised display, but he'd simply endured too much.

"He's lucky... that I'VE NOT BROKEN HIS DAMNED LEGS," boomed the King's voice, enraged by the suggestion alone and clearly at his wit's end. The fact that this man possessed useful information to help them save Erieda Davenport had seemingly taken a backseat to Simon's hatred for him; for the man who made his mother's suffering possible. Where he tried to see logic, he only saw his mother - weakened, afraid, and alone. He prayed that she hadn't yet given up.

Simon's fingers curled so deeply into his palms that he lacerated the skin with his nails, and small trails of blood began to drip from his fists. He likely hadn't noticed.

Finally his head snapped in Amber's direction. "Carry your new friend then, if you're so worried," he returned darkly.

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Since Simon had already ordered the rest of the soldiers to make their way back- sparing no other horses for them to use- except for his own elk, Ambers had thought the idea wasn't that much of a bad one.
Oh hell, had he been wrong about that.

"You'd have me... loan my mount... to the man who... whose foul creation has been the cause of my mother's suffering?"

Ambers froze to that, a chill making its way up his spine.

He had never seen Simon this mad before, and it nearly stunned him to the point where he didn't know what to do. A part of him also felt awful for making Simon so upset. When the King started rapidly walking to Zio, Ambers took a step forward- only to halt. In that moment, he was deeply conflicted- either to intervene again for the sake of the Queen, or not intervene out of loyalty for Simon.

Ambers didn't move a step more. His loyalty to Simon ruled over anything else.

"He's lucky... that I'VE NOT BROKEN HIS DAMNED LEGS,"

Roan flinched to that, Simon's yell shaking him up a little in his fortitude. God, having been yelled at by an army general for eight years, you'd think yelling wouldn't even phase the soldier.

Well, of course, he never loved an army general.

Amber's eyes drifted down, spotting Simon's clenched fists, and the hint of a few lines of blood running down his fingers. Almost habitually- made from many years in Iraq where the enemy's dogs could track you from a drop of blood- he moved to get a clean rag from the side of his satchel.

It was routine, really, to the point where he didn't even think about if Simon would take it or not. But, the second that Simon's head snapped in his direction, he stopped moving with half the rag out of the leather bag.

"Carry your new friend then, if you're so worried,"

Roan looked up, making eye contact with Simon during those words. It was in that moment that he got a bit of a grasp just how mad Simon had become.

I'm so sorry, Simon.

Of course he wouldn't take a rag from Roan. Not with telling him to carry Zio all the way back to camp in that tone. Looking at Zio, he re-tucked his rag back into his bag.

"For the sake of the Rebellion." Ambers said quietly for his own personal dignity, and in a bit of his crushed state, he moved to place himself in front of Zio.

He didn't say anything else, and he hoped that the man could forgive him for putting him in this situation. He didn't know how heavy Zio was, and he prayed that his Furyan strength could allow himself to carry him. Quietly, and knowing that Antheia, Simon, and who knows how many soldiers ahead were watching- he picked up Zio so he could carry him on his back.

He nearly miscalculated just how much Zio had weighed, and he nearly faltered- thankfully saving himself with a quick step forward. He gave himself a couple seconds to get used to the heavy strain it put on his muscles, before he started walking in the direction of the camp; sighing. However, the exhale wasn't due to carrying Zio, but rather, due to the mere stress of having upset Simon like he did.

This was sufficient punishment. He accepted it.

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A feeling of relief washed over Antheia as the Faerie King welcomed her to his rebellion. Despite the awkard, little pat he gave her on the shoulder - to which the shifter was normally not used to - she really appreciated his kind and gentle words.


It was like the first step at being closer to her goal. And although it would take a while to get used to new rules and new faces, there was no doubt that she would manage it. Level-headedness and diligence have always been one of Antheia’s fine qualities and she was used to working hard.



Back in her world, there was always work to do, whether it involved protecting her homeland or more peaceful activities. A whiff of nostalgia tugged at her chest as she remembered those times and the wars she fought alongside her sisters to protect their beloved realm.

But it didn't take long until a more recent and bitter memory slivered into her mind:
Defying her sisters due to a new, lunatic system and the fanatical ideas they opted for. It was the reason why she and only a handful of her sisters fled to a more remote island at the outskirts of their realm, only until Antheia somehow ended up in this world because of Alec’s powers.



Immersed in her thoughts, she didn't quite catch on to Zio's introduction and only got thrown back into the present as she sensed a rising anger forming in Simon’s gut – anger which also traced his following words.

"She was your Queen... and you designed her a prison so foul, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." sounded his voice and Antheia turned her gaze towards Zio to study his expression and next words carefully. He was a solitary Fae and had chosen Alec over the Faerie Queen. Who was Antheia to judge - she just recently disobeyed an order from someone she has been loyal to for hundreds of years.

The King then ordered Ambers to blindfold Zio. Antheia threw a glance at Ambers and noticed how he seemed to be lost in thought before raising his voice again: "Perhaps our guest should ride on your elk, the terrain can give more information than the eyes, especially in a forest such as Sylvar."

The shifter’s gaze immediately shot towards the King, whose eyes burnt with such disgust - she thought they could kill with a single glare. The build-up of emotions seemed to finally crack.

As the King stormed towards Zio at a dangerous speed, Antheia thought for a split second that Simon could actually hurt the opposing Fae, but he only ended up screaming at him. Although Zio has only turned kind towards her so far, she did not make the slightest move to try to defend him or step in-between. His kindness didn't mean he gained her trust and even though the girl just met the Faerie King, she promised to help him and therefore show loyalty.



Despite the sudden rise of volume that made her flinch slightly, it did not surprise her that Simon felt this way. After all, it involved his mother and it was only natural that he was worried and felt extremely protective of her.

Even though Antheia had never experienced a typical maternal bond and has never seen her mother – who served as goddess as well - she still felt a connection of undying love and trust towards her and she would do anything to protect and save her.



The irony smell of blood flooded the Animanty's delicate senses as she motioned towards the King again. Casting a glance at Ambers, she noticed how he attempted to pull out a rag but quickly canceled his action again as the regal Fae ordered him to carry Zio.


In the current situation it was wisest to keep quiet, Antheia thought.


Ambers’ expression and posture were quite unnerving and she felt a tinge of sympathy towards him. It was not his fault that the King unleashed his anger towards him. Even if he had kept quiet, Simon might have let go off his steam differently.
The anger wasn't directed at him but only towards him.

Ambers was a good man, Antheia could tell. Similarly to Zio, he has only been kind to her so far and the fact that he didn't smell like Faerie or Dragon, meant that his race might have been even less apparent in this realm, which possibly gave him a hard time.

Judging by the look on Simon's face earlier today though, she knew that the King was aware of him being a fine man as well, therefore she wasn't too worried that the situation between those two would not clear up again sooner or later.


As the whole troop began walking through the forest, Antheia shot Ambers a sympathetic look before focusing on the path ahead and following the others to the camp where their rebellion resided.