Audition for the powers of Wind *closed*

[Promise Broken]

Info on this power:
if you win this audition than your character will be granted the near exact powers of the Goddess of Wind. With these powers you will be given authority over all your people (those pledged to the Goddes of Wind) and will have the power to overrule any of their own. You will become the leader of your race, and of all who are alleiged to the Wind Goddess.

If you wish to audition for the powers of the patron goddess of Wind, then this is where you will post. Post as your character in an incident/situation of your choosing.

In your audition post act as though your character has already been granted the powers and abilities of the Wind goddess.

Make sure you post in length with description and plenty of detail. Make it interesting. You may post one audition for each of your characters.

Anyone can post who wishes to have the elemental powers of Wind - the near exact powers of the goddess of Wind, then please reply to this thread with your audition.

Until Stated Otherwise This Audition Thread is CLOSED

CONGRATULATIONS to Aeolian!!

[akashi]

It was a quiet afternoon in the wind kingdom, just outside the city of Montagna Del Vento. A gentle breeze was blowing causing the tops of the lush green trees to sway gently. Sitting on one of the higher branches in one of the taller trees just outside the city was a female angelic looking figure. She looked like your normal celestial being with pure white hair that shined like the moonlight and was often called moon washed which went down just a little lower than she shoulders. Her skin looked oddly pale, almost whitish but that was its normal color. Her figure was slender and very graceful looking, and two wings that where the exact color from her hair protruded from her back. She indeed looked like a celestial angel from afar, but a closer inspection would tell you otherwise because there was more than meets the eye. Instead of two normal ears on the side of her head, two fox ears protruded from the top and they watched her hair color except that they had black tips. Just beneath her wings a tail also protruded from her back and the fur on it watched that of her ears and also had a black tip, and finally and her legs were nor ordinary, but instead looked like two foxes legs covered in fur with black paws. She wasn’t a celestial angel, but she wasn’t far from being one either. She was a celestial fox demon and went by the name of Akashi.

Akashi rested peacefully on the branch of the tree, her soft silver eyes closed lightly, her moon washed hair swayed gently in the breeze like it had a mind of its own, her wings were folded tightly across her back and everything about her and the day seemed relaxed. Then suddenly the tree branch began to crack and broke under her weight. Startled Akashi called up the wind and it began to swirl under her forming a cyclone looking vortex around her and caught her as she fell, allowing her to hover in place without the use of her wings. Akashi had been startled and acted on impulse calling forth the wind to stop her downward plunge instead of opening her wings. She was shaken up by her sudden drop from her relaxed position and the swirling wing began to slowly carry her to the ground until her feet landed softly on the ground. She looked back up at the tree, curious as to why it snapped. The tree branch looked like it had just given out under her weight but it had been a large sturdy branch. To Akashi, snapping tree branches wasn’t anything important or to waste time on, but she was caught up in the moment.

She was caught up in the moment, that was until a lighting bolt flashed through the sky and struck near her feet causing her to jump back in surprise. Akashi immateriality looked upward wondering what had caused the lighting bolt, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and she knew that it hadn’t been a source if nature because a natural one was more likely to hit one of the great trees that herself. The skies seemed clear that was until she could make out a figure in one of the great lush green trees. Her silver eyes narrowed and her sensitive fox ears picked up the sound of chanting that was coming from the figure. Akashi suddenly realized that figure had called forth the lighting bolt and was about to do it again, but as the lighting bolt headed for her she called up a huge gale force wind that blew several leaves around her form and when the wind died down Akashi was no where to be seen. The figure looked around and looked as if he was in shock, and suddenly Akashi appeared behind him. “Who are you and what do you want with me?” She asked in a firm tone that was also very angelic sounding.

The figure remained silent when Akashi spoke and seemed to be dressed in full bodied suit of black armor making it impossible to see any of his features that might reveal who he was. There were several crimson marking on his armor that Akashi recognized as markings of those who were skilled wizards. As they stared each other down Akashi tried to remember when she had seen those markings before but she couldn’t think no matter how hard she tried, it was like she knew but the portion of her brain was blocked off to her. Suddenly Akashi fell to the ground clutching her head in agony, from the sever pain in her head. It felt as if there was several thousands tiny hooks attaching themselves to her brain and tugging on it. Up in the tree the figure had his hands to his mouth, chanting something. Akashi winced tried to concentrate long enough on something besides the sever pain and knock him off the branch to break his concentration. Grimacing and lifting her hand, she concentrated as hard as she could on a gale force wind but only managed to call forth a small breeze. She could hear the figure who ever he was cackling insanely and she concentrated once more, determined more then ever and called forth a gale force wind.

The figure lost his balance and went plummeting toward the ground, bur surprisingly enough landed on his feet, managing to stay upright in the gale force winds. Akashi had enough time to stand up and regain her balance, before something impaled her side causing her to scream out in pain. She placed a hand where the pain was and moved it away to discover her pale covered skin was covered in the crimson liquid that was blood. Angered and wanting this figure to leave more than ever she seemed to fly into a rage and a swirling wind formed around a figure and spun faster until what appeared to be a tornado formed about him and lifted him off the ground. Suddenly there was a huge flash and the cyclone of wind became a cyclone of fire and Akashi took cover behind a tree. Moments later the flames died down and there was a scorched peace of parchment. Akashi stood up gingerly and clutched her side as she walked over to the parchment and picked it up. Ion it there was crimson shining letters that read, “You have not seen the last of me.” Akashi read the note over and over again, until her knees began to shake and she sat down, wondering who it had been. Her side was bothering her and she wrapped a bandage she pulled from her pocket, which was lucky that she should just happen to have. Her head still bothered her but she closed her eyes, and went deep in thought thinking about what had just happened.

[warrick]

O.O.C.- Just wondering... you say Goddess of wind.... and Lady of wind... can a guy character audition for this power???

[hellsdaughter]

A body lay rested on a rock open to the wind. The rock itself is jutting from one of the most renowned mountains of the wind nation. This body just laid there letting the wind tug at it. The hot sun beating down on this body making the flesh fire. The body that was of a woman, rocked to the flow of the wind. Her eyes slightly open; stared up into the sky. Her lips slightly parted; her breath, slow and shallow, coming from this opening. The wild mess of her black hair whipped about; covering her face at times. Her arms and legs were fully extended in all directions. She wore only her purple robe and rope belt; which the wind tugged at. All her other items lay together in a pile next to her. Her lips opened a
little more as she spoke.

“Jinx, what I’m about to tell you are not easy…” the day’s pervious events flash before her.

Jinx had been called down to her commander’s office. He was the only male that got away with telling her what to do. HE too was one of the only males she saw at her level. She let him command her and gave him respect but no more; he was he equal not her superior. She entered his office. The room was grand. It was huge in size; the ceiling went up at lest 24ft. from the floor; the room was at lest 32ft. wide; and 18ft. long. The walls where covered in paintings, treasures of the wind people, and maps of the land. There were tables with files placed everywhere on them and piles of reports stacked. To the far though was the desk. The desk it’s self was made out of the finest dark wood and engraved by the best carver in the wind nation. On top of the desk lay many papers; all of which except for one was pushed to either side. Behind the desk though, in a tall chair sat a man. His chair and body was turned away from her though. It was turned to the open window; the view looked over the cities of his people. Jinx wished not to speak, but wait until she was noticed. Slowly and lightly she treaded across the fine deep purple carpet that matched the lighter shade on the walls. Once she reached the desk the man in the chair stood, and slowly turned toward Jinx.
“Jinx, what I’m to tell you is not easy.”

He now faced her. He wore his black uniform; the uniform of the wind military. Upon his chest he wore several silver pins; all showing a great accomplishment he had done. His face; old from the years of battle; eyes a deep brown; and hair the color of sand. He rested his arms on his desk and leaned down on them. His breathing was slow and deep. Those deep eyes of his closed and he took one last breath before releasing his burden on to her.

“Jinx, you have shown you are strong and that none are like you; none are as strong as you. Not even me. I didn’t believe it as so; so I had my men search for another gifted like you from our goddess. They found others, but none as strong as you are. You are truly the strongest blessed by our goddess. And that is why I must tell you this.”

His eyes opened again and he looked up at her. His eyes were stern and held all of his emotion against telling her this.

“You are the Lady of Wind.”

Jinx’s mouth fell open. She had never thought she was such the woman for this position. She wasn’t and she knew it. Her mouth started to move in protest, but her command spoke first.

“There is nothing I can do to change this. Airos choose you. You must accept your gift.”

Jinx’s arms fell to the desk to support her weight as realization and seriousness of the situation hit.

“I just wanted to be a soldier and serve. I just wanted to do my job as a spy…”

At this point the man had walked around the desk and placed his hands on her shoulders to try to do everything he could. He realized how much of a shock and a life changer this was.

“You are a soldier and a spy. Now you’re this too. I can understand if you don’t want to lead the people yet, but if the time comes, and you and I both know it will, you must. I can be the commander and help later. But for now…”

Jinx pushed his hands off her. No male is to touch her, not even him. She did not need his support. She turned her back to him and thought. Her mind raced at what this meant. Her life would never be the same. She’d always, in the back of her mind, have this little reminder and responsibility. Her mind was still racing when she spoke softly.

“Yes, but until that time comes I’ll be off being a soldier and spy.” (Looking over her shoulder but not directly at him) “You know how to reach me if that time comes.” She turned on her heel and left the office and walked until she got to the rock.

“Yeah, easy my ass. You just lay it down on me and you can go back to your job.”

Jinx rolled over to her side. She tucked her one arm under her head and rested the one leg over the other.Her mind still thinking form the morning’s meeting with her commander.


I don’t want this role. All I want is to be left alone and to do my job. But is that what you really want? Come on now ask yourself; what is it you truly want. I don’t know. I just don’t know what I want any more.

She just laid there on that rock doing nothing but thinking for hours.

The sun had set and the moon had resin. The wind and cold air nipped at her flesh; the flesh that was still burning hot from that morning. Finally, one crystal tear made its way to the rock’s cold surface.

What is done is done. I can’t change it, but I sure as hell can try to run from it. I’ll hide form the truth and be only that of a soldier and if other asks I shall deny it. I won’t let this get the best of me and cry over it, but I won’t let it rule me.

She sat up and looked out around her. Around her the tree’s branches swayed in the breeze; the head of little birds could be seen resting in their nest. The light mist of water on the grass sparkled in the moon’s light. Jinx was so warped in her surroundings she didn’t notice the wind started to mock her breathing. She closed her eyes and the wind stop as she held her breath. A few seconds like that and she let out the breath. The wind kicked up and blew the trees again.

Yes I will be the Lady of Wind; under cover yes; but I will still be it; nothing more.

Jinx rose from her spot; collected her possessions and putting them back on; then started off in a direction away from her people. She had gained power she had not wanted, but there was nothing she could do about that; and she realized that. She was a child of Airos and she would be what she was created as. She descended the mountain and came to a cave which she would spend the night. She lay down and got as comfortable as the cave would allow her. Her dreams soon took her from the real world.

Jinx sat back and watched a little girl play dolls with her mom. Jinx soon recognized that girl as herself and the mother her own. They were happy together; playing together. Seconds later a flash and the day of her mother’s death came into view. Jinx saw the blood and pain of her past. She saw the tears swell in her younger self. Then she sat back and watched her kill her father. Jinx was caught in a world of pain when another flash happened and she was sitting on the same rock she had this morning; only this time there was some one next to her; an old woman. Jinx jumped when the woman spoke.

“Child, don’t be scared. I’m not going to harm you.”

“I’m not worried about you harming me; just what the hell is going on and where am I?”

The old lady chuckled. “”The questions start. Well give me time to talk and then have your questions later.”
The old woman wore rages and had wrinkly skin. She had long grey hair and ageless blue eyes. She just kept looking up at the sun as she spoke.

“I’m just a messenger of our goddess. She sent me to your dreams for a talk with you. She seems to believe you fear and want to run away from the gift she has given you; I happen to think the same form what I’ve been seeing in your head. Before you object hear my words. The time of the nations coming back together is soon to be upon us weather we like it or not. Some on had to be chosen for the job with or with out their choice in the matter. You just happened to be that one. Airos didn’t choose you to spite you or anything of that nature; she did it because she has faith in you. She felt you could handle the job. I’m not sure how, but she did; and if she believes that so do I child. She wouldn’t have picked you if she knew you couldn’t handle it.”

Jinx turned to the old lady and was about to speak when the old lady slowly rose her arm from the side and extended a finger to point out in the out sky. Jinx turned to what she had pointed at and was a break in the sky. In the break flashed many images of sad people and painful images.

“I know you want to say I don’t want this though, I just want o be a soldier. Look at these people, they never wanted any of that; but they deal with it just as you had to deal with the loss of your parents. They have to deal with these burdens, and now you have to deal with who you are ad your own burned. You can deal with it how ever you wish; choose to cry and complain about it, or you can make the best of it and honor your goddess. I can not make you do either, but I hope you choose the later of the two. We’ll need a leader to lead us when the time comes. For, now good by my lady.”

Jinx quickly turned to look at the lady, but she was gone. She hadn’t got the chance to ask her questions.

Jinx shot up from her back to sit up after waking up. She was in a cold sweat; yet her flesh burned. She wondered why and looked around. She was still on the rock and it was till day time. She realized she had fallen asleep while laying here and dreamed everything; the sun setting, the moon coming out, falling asleep at the cave, and the woman. Yet, the woman must have been real even if just in her dreams. The words she spoke hung in her head. She was right.

I shall accept my role when the time comes, but until then I shall prepare for that time. I shall honor my goddess.

[Kyra Hitomi]

[glow=blue,2,300]The Pianure Del Vento plains were at their normal peace as the wind swept over the grasses giving them that undisturbed peace. Some trees bordered the plains swayed at the gentle breezes that rolled over the grasses and the trees branches.

Kyra sat against the trunk of one of the trees that were swaying. Oddly enough, the trees were swaying to the flute that Kyra was playing. The young fox maiden's ears moved slightly on her head so that she could tell that every note was in tune. While Kyra's fingers danced upon the wooden flute and her now advance powers over the wind swayed the trees and blades of grass, her mind began to wander, back to how she got her amazing powers.

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Kyra walked through the castle of her Lady Airos. Her feet made no sound on the waxed marble floors as she walked towards the end of the hall. Thoughts were racing, she had been beckoned to the castle on 'official business' and yet she didn't have much to do with Lady Airos. Sure, Kyra thought herself as a loyal patron of wind, but not enough to be recognized. Kyra snapped herself to reality as she came to a pair of giant wooden doors, but in front of the large doors was a guard.

The guard was very gruff looking and had more than his share of muscles, so much that his armor barely covered his body. His dark hair was unruly and his beard was shaggy giving him a rugged look as if that of a mountain man. He stood rigid with a spear in hand, but when Kyra came closer to him, he became at ease and flipped the spear so that it had its blade in the ground.[/glow]

"Kyra Hitomi, fox demon patron of Goddess Airos?"

[glow=blue,2,300]The guard asked, his voice deep and slightly muffled due to his beard that covered his mouth slightly.

Kyra gave a slight nod to acknowledge her title.[/glow]

"Lady Airos has decided to give you a new title."

"Is that so? Well what is it, I don't have much--"

"It is an honor to meet you, Lady of Wind."

[glow=blue,2,300]Kyra's eyes widen in shock as the guard interrupted her, only to grant her with one of the highest roles. Kyra's mind was in turmoil. She was a wanderer, not one for the responsibility of others, but if Airos had granted her this power so be it. She would make it her responsibility to care for the others who had sided with Lady Airos. Kyra looked as the guard knelt before her and bowed his head. She shook her head and placed her hand on the guard's right shoulder.[/glow]

"I do not wish for you to bow to me. I personally, think that even if I have this title of Lady of the Wind, I do not want anyone to be treated any less than I am. I will take the role of Lady of the Wind. I will protect those who are patrons of Lady Airos and those who are against us, I will make sure they do not bother us. I will be careful and sneak into foreign lands and work for Lady Airos, or if she wishes I will try and make peace and gain allies."

"You will make us proud Lady Kyra..."



[glow=blue,2,300] ~~

Kyra ended her song on a high, yet soft note. She sighed and looked to the sky.[/glow]

"Help me make the right decisions, my goddess.."

[Lady Aeolian Kilith]

So the people of the village had reason to dislike her so. Just as they had said, Aeolian wasn't normal, not human, not one of them. She was different, out of place and unwanted with her white wings and the strange wind patterns that seemed to follow her. And while she had left the village scattering tears to the winds because of their hatred and jealousy, she could not hate them, only herself for that difference.

Until now.

Aeolian followed her bare feet as they treaded a path for her. In the three months she had spent in the Wind Kingdom, Aeolian's feet had grown even more resilient to walking upon stone. Grass and soil proved a luxury so high up, but the lack of comfort to her feet was well worth the feeling of acceptance among these peoples.

Long ago Aeolian had stepped from the level, smooth surface of the city grounds to the cracked rough terrain of the mountain itself. Silver eyes flecked with blue sparks watched the passing landscape as she climbed to the outcropping she called her own.

The higher she traveled the more the winds swirled, some violently pulling at her backless shirt, some excitedly twining around her arms and legs. Others softly threaded through her feathered heaven-dust wings and gleaming white hair, happy to simply have her. Hello my dears, Aeolian smiled at the touches, each an emotion made sensation. Stop that. Three days in the city and your already fighting among yourselves? One stream would give way to another, sometimes more forcefully, but they took turns at Aeolian’s quiet wish.

Born with the once ridiculed body she was now so proud of, the cold that would have any normal humanoid shaking from the shoulder's down rebounded off Aeolian's leather-strong skin. With each step Aeolian crushed the space between her and the small outcropping she had found among the boulders and nascent patches of snow.

It took little effort between the eager helpful winds and a single beat of her wings to life Aeolian’s slender form atop the otherwise unscalable, sheer sides of the outcropping that stood out at a jarring angle to the mountain face. Aeolian had come here long before the Title had been bestowed upon her by the Redeemer; she had no reason to abandon the best lookout spot within miles.

Perched on high, her silver and cerulean-flecked eyes darted over the landscape below and skies stretching even with and above the bent knees her elbows leaned upon. Aeolian rested her weight on her heels trying to ignore the poem the nurse-mother’s had recited to her time and time again when she was younger. Before her wings broke the cloth of her shirts. Sighing aloud, Aeolian brushed a renegade strand of white hair behind her ear, half thinking to tie a braid out of the lengths.

“Heaven, rise to meet the sky
As ancients charge, swords held high.
Hell shall fall to meet the Earth,
Drowning man in harrow mirth.

Come one to lead the Land,
One to Rain, not for the grand,
Flames to burn the ruin
And to the Breeze, ashes strewn.

Human born with angel wings,
Upon her breezes, song shall ring
Of the one behind the Boreas,
Unwanted praise and Gloria’s.”
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Whatever urge Aeolian had to recite the village legend or braid her hair quickly passed, replaced as her eyes picked out a streak of,[/color] Flame? Aeolian stretched her wings out behind her for balance and leaned forward to help her eagle’s gaze reach Montaga Del Vento. For a time nothing came, but Aeolian stretched out her long lengths of leg and wing preparing for the worst.

“Seeing things again Aeolian?” Questioning herself, Aeolian smiled and gathered the anxious airs tight about her body. “Travel down the slopes and bring me scents, proof --if any-- of the fires I just saw.” Merely a precaution... She told herself as the stronger winds dashed out to weave between the stones in search of evidence of fires.

The winds returned just as Aeolian fully seated herself upon the outcropping. Closing her eyes, she hugged one knee close and let the other dangle, her heel tapping repetitiously against the boulder’s side. The breezes brought back the scent of charred, smouldering stone, burned food and burning wood, as well as melted iron. All of these were normal to the kingdom she had lived in for the past few months and ruled over for the past three days, but Aeolian had come against flames she neither liked nor desired to meet once more. She would never be able to shake the scent those fires left behind...


Burning. Aeolian choked, pressing a hand to her mouth and flapped haphazardly. She needed altitude, air. She needed air. Up. That’s where she would find it. But which way could she fly? They’d pushed her into the surrounding forest.

Burning. Searing. Aeolian shrieked, unwillingly folding a wing toward her back and falling what little distance she had gained from the ground. Her wing hurt. Pain. It spread from feather to feather until she could take no more.

Burning. Searing. Billowing. Aeolian cried, throwing all she had into the wind she always felt in her lungs. The smoke swirled. Wind. It blew over the grounds, the pain in her wing. It pulled at the trees, her hair, her clothes. It smothered the fire, the screams with harsh gusts. It pushed the smoke to the higher skies. It ravaged anything within its path, the fire-breathing creatures that brought the damages. It tossed dirt in their eyes, threw branches at their legs, hurtled stones at their chests, doused their heat with lake water.

Burning. Searing. Billowing. Calming. Aeolian stood, swallowing the sobs that rose in her throat. She hated this violence. Pointless. She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. Violence would not solve violence, but it could stop the attacks for the time being if the magnitude was great enough. The winds returned to her with the scent of ash and burning flesh.

Burning. Searing. Billowing. Calming. Seeing. Aeolian stared, pressing a hand to her mouth. She dug the ravine, uprooted the trees, and mixed them with bodies of Fire Kingdom Soldiers and already fallen Earth soldiers, and for that purpose? Greif. Ashes. Blood. Iron. Bodies. So many bodies. The smell. The smell made her stomach rile.


The smell made her stomach rile. Slowly Aeolian opened her eyes and turned them from the barren rocky lands of the mountain slope to the blue skies. “That day will never leave me... will it?” Even though she had asked the skies every day since, Aeolian knew it never would. That had been the day the Redeemer came to her, caught her before her knees could crash to the ground. That had been the day the village prophecy found the one behind the Boreas. That was the day Aeolian became Lady of the Wind.

Sitting atop her stone perch, Aeolian let her gaze drift down to the city below her. Fellow Patrons to the Wind Goddess came and went on breezes, with beating wings, floating it seemed at times, into the vast length of blue only to disappear into the horizion all winged creatures chased.

Aeolian held back a sigh.

She'd spend the last three days assuming the role she was titled with. People had taught her, showed, explained how Montage Del Vento operated. Many introduced themselves with gifts, pleadges of loyalty. Each and every one of them, in one way or another, made it evident that she, the mother-less, shunned Aeolian Kilith in her backless, light grey shirt, loose-fitting khakis, and bare feet was their superior in every way. How was she supposed to protect them all?
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[Promise Broken /2/]

I'm waiting on a couple other promise audition entries... but we will be choosing soon.

[Kyreigh Fiora]

Standing on this cliff, here and now, Kyreigh felt as if she was a totally different person then she had been 7 months ago, when she left home. Who would think that a half-bred like herself would ever receive such an honor.

Everyone has vital powers, though they believe it or not. I have always had the most important powers within my grasp. The power to change, the will to change, and the chance to change. Those who are also of the wind, know the love of the sky, the breeze, the life, and the song of the sky. It belongs to us, as well as the winds of change. We bow our heads and give thanks to you Airos, for blessing us with our love of sky. We thank you for our existence. Kyreigh prayed silently, gazing upon the cliff's valley, softening with the sunset. The curves of the valley brought forth comfort and reassurance that this job will be done. Kyreigh leaped of the cliff, and let herself free fall for at least 50 feet, until she brought out her wings, and shot upward to the sky. She flew as fast as she could, her whole body in rhythm with her wings. They beat down and pushed on the wind, pulling her up and up higher in the sky.

Sunset, the most beautiful time to fly. Kyreigh's body weaved in and out of the clouds, sewing the sky, as if sealing it from sorrow and pain. "Forever those who fly will be free, forever those who become one with the wind will be free, forever free may I be, and fly may I high, oh so high." The song of Airos that flowed through Kyreigh's mind as she flowed through the sky. "Freely flying without restraint, and always flying, the feeling never taints. "

The lullaby that gently hummed throughout her mind, called her toward the sky, as often as it could. Her eyes scanned the horizon, and her gaze shifted down to the ground. She had grown to love the sky more than the land, as well as their people. The breeze was drafty, but Kyreigh didn't mind. She was almost to her cave in the cliff side when a suspicious character caught her eye.A water bender, shooting water blasts to scare children that were playing in the woods.

"That is unacceptable within our lands! You will pay for your unreasonable conduct."color] Kyreigh bellowed into the land.

Kyreigh froze the air, and stiffened her body. As fast as the environment changed, Kyreigh changed again, into a whirling mass of body and wind. She snapped, suddenly, as her reflexes jolted, and her body stretched and blew fierce winds toward the dragon. They turned, slightly startled by her appearance when before they knew it, their body had become limp as it hit the ground, unconscious. Kyreigh did not stop at that. She flew to the ground, stormy winds brewing behind her as she walked. This being of life, now belonged to the wind.

Kyreigh flew him using the winds from her hands into the deep darkness of the sky. She bound him in a swirling mass of storm and winds, that would constantly taunt and enrage the water bender. Eventually, the winds would draw from him his water bending abilities. He would become dry from ;ack of ability, and no longer recognized by the water corner.

She bound him by the chained winds that would whip him mentally, until he begged for mercy, and would never again taunt the winds, or all those a part of it. "It is time to start recruiting, to prepare, and to lead ourselves to greatness.

[Serriah Mileynou]

Serriah was doing what she loved most. Speed Flying. Flying so fast that her heart swelled larger and her hair whipped her back, as the pressure of the wind pulsed into the sides of her body, and her skin became cool to the touch from the winds. She dove, and spun, and flipped. Flying was like a drug to her. It was forever comforting and addicting. There was not one moment she did not wish to fly, or was already flying. The cool atmosphere of the highness in the sky, breathed through her lungs and calmed her into a feeling of lightness. She felt as if her whole body was swelling with the swells of wind and clouds. Flying was breathing, and breathing was living. It seemed a vital part of life to Serriah, and she did not know how some lived without that rushing, alive feeling.

Serriah was gaining in altitude, and as the air got cooler, her heart became more free. She was unchained, or tied down to the land, she could enjoy the pleasures the sky gave to all, but it seemed only some received. She was a wide receiver of the sky and all it's beauty. The wind working inside of it drawing her closer.

Serriah was flying, no worries, no thoughts, just free spirited delights of flight. As she rotated her body onto her back, she suddenly felt a tension build up right beneath her rib cage, and her senses told her that something wasn't serene beneath her any longer. Something wrong was happening. She tilted her body, straightening out, and holding her arms and wings completely flat behind her, as she turned into a dive. She became as aerodynamic as possible for a swift, and fast dive. As she became lower in the sky, she pulled out of her dive, and flew furiously toward the problem her eyes saw.

Five men from the water territories, and five men from the earth territories were battling with two men and one woman from the fire territories. Ten on three? To say that is unfair is an understatement. As of now, Wind had no alliances for this war, but that could change. Serriah flew down right above the fight.

"You there, water and earth men, what are you doing, there are only..." One man, from water, shot a stream of hot liquid toward Serriah. Flipping around she avoided it, but her furious mind began to get the best of as her anger rose inside her chest. She jumped down beside those from fire. She yelled. "I know what it's like to be silent, but when someone forces you to be silent, it pisses me off. You have no right to interrupt anyone. This is for all of those you have silenced. You there," she whispered to this man from fire, " Blow fire, on three. One...Two... THREE!" At the moment when this man's fire was blown, Serriah bent the wind into angles that sent the piercing fire at the water and earth men. It was perfect aim, and after repeating this process three times, all were killed, or they had run back to their territories. Serriah turned to the fire men, and woman. "Who is in charge here?" she asked. One man stepped forward to which she replied, "Our powers work well together, what would you think of a fire-wind alliance?" Slyly grinning Serriah felt a feeling of satisfaction, almost as good as the high of flying.

[warrick]

warrick said:

O.O.C.- Just wondering... you say Goddess of wind.... and Lady of wind... can a guy character audition for this power???

ok... thanks... now that finals are over I'll post my audition... just give me a day or so... thank you!

[warrick]

The field was covered in blood and torn limbs lying all over the ground. A few soldiers were rolling around grabbing their wounds or other soldiers walking around check on all the hurt. Warrick stood looking over the soldiers he had known since they were young or others he had just met before battle. They all didn’t deserve to die like this, none of them. But the people who ransacked their villages, murdered their young in their sleep, and burner their loved ones made all this necessary. Warrick never wish this to happen, he didn’t see the point in the waste of blood and good men and women. Warrick turned away, unable to look upon the dead men he had cared for. He turned toward the soldier next to him and started to speak under his breath. “When they find him, bring him to me. I’ll be out on the rock looking over our villages.” The soldier nodded and stood his place. As for Warrick he walked off to his destination. A few soldiers tried to walk with him but he shook his head, he wanted to be only to collect what he would say to him.

Warrick large white winds extended from his back as he flew off the ground and into the air. As he rushed up into the air his hair whipped back and his cloak pulled hard down on his body and then flapped against the wind rushing on past it as he flew. First trying to collect his thoughts he went to the one place he knew brought comfort and wise guidance to him. He went to the top of the highest mountain. From here he could see the feathered dragons he once trained with flying around. From here they seemed peaceful, never the creatures that would harm or do any wrong deed. Why would some one hate them, they had done nothing wrong to deserve hatred toward them. Seeing a dragon far off that he remembered from long ago he flew over to him to see how he’d been holding up, since he hadn’t seen him in a long time. The dragon was one of his teachers and well trusted friend. As he approached the dragon he noticed something he didn’t like; there was scar tissue all over his body. When Warrick said hi to him they exchanged friendly greetings. But soon Warrick’s wondering mind couldn’t help him. “Dear friend, what ever happened to your arm?”

The dragon’s response took awhile to come, but then again Warrick wouldn’t expect the great dragon to want to let his secret free of himself, he had great pride that wouldn’t let him speak of his down fall. But Warrick was wrong he noticed as the dragon spoke to him in the secret langue of clicks that he had learned long ago. “It was a few months back; I was watching young Drake take his first flying lessons when he got taken by the wind. You know young dragons, they don’t have the wing power we older ones do” He chuckled a laugh. “But never the less, he got himself taken into the human’s field at the bottom of the mountain. Well the dragon happened to hit the ground not far from the farmer’s son. At first they were fine, Drake brought no harm and neither had the boy. I sat back and watched them look at each other in fascination; it was almost funny. And it made me realize that the humans aren’t so bad; just the ones who poison the others minds. Well sure enough the farmer came out into the field and saw his boy playing with Drake. At first I thought he might scream to the boy, but he ran back inside. That was when I got the hint that it was time to leave. I flew up out of the high grass I had been watching in and went to grab Drake. Before I knew it only my left arm was holding onto Drake and my right was almost falling off spilling blood on the ground as I flew.”

Warrick couldn’t help but feel an answer to his problem in what the old dragon had said. “Humans aren’t so bad; just the ones who poison the others minds” that sentence made Warrick grasp what he would say, for it was of the greatest truth and the most importance to be realized in the world; not just about human, but all creatures.

When Warrick didn’t respond to the dragon, it asked him what was wrong. “Nothing old friend, you have given me all that I had need of. I’m sorry to leave in such a rush, but I’m need else where. I was good talking to you and I’ll be back soon.” With that Warrick flew off and as he did so he waved to his friend and then zipped off as fast as he could. He knew what it was he must say and what would be needed to be done. Flying fast he soon found himself over the wind people’s fields. The children in the fields looked up and instantly recognized him. All the children knew who he was because he had taken the time to go and visit many of them; nothing was as important to him as the youths these days. Warrick lowered his body slightly to the field so his flight would send wind rippling over the children as he passed. “Such innocence from the world of evil around them; they have no idea what kind of world they have been brought up in.” Warrick waved to the children as he passed. “Quickly I have one stop to make and then to the rock to see him.” As fast as he could he traveled to his home to retrieve a special stone he had been given the day he had received when he was given his power over the people.



Out of breath Warrick landed not to far off the rock and walked off his deep breathing and tiredness. This talk he was about to have was of the most importance, and he didn’t want it to go a stray from what he had planned. His hands grabbed at the bush in front of him and pulled it aside to show the military men in front of him and a man held tight in robes with swords pointed at him. Walking right past the man he looked once more out over his people. “This must be said.”

“You know who I am… Correct.”
“Yes, how couldn’t I. You are the filthy vermin of a lord of wind.” The soldiers holding him went to hit him for insulting their lord, but Warrick stopped them.
“Don’t. Let him speak freely.”
“That’s right… let the higher… better beings speak.” Warrick’s muscles could be seen flexing and releasing as he tried to control his anger. After a moment of time and his insults Warrick leashed his anger and went on.
“Yes, you’re people are so much better than us… “ all the soldiers behind him had their eyes go wide in shock of what he had said, and the man laugh and put on a cocky smile. “… they are so much better than us that they have a well working school system, a working a well run body of government, and families living in peace; able to live and be happy… so much better… even though we have all that… we have everything you do that makes you a civil nation and peaceful people.”
“No you don’t… you are all beasts… you are blood lusting beasts…”
“We’re all beasts because of the way we look… because of the things that make use different from you?”
“Yeah, because you are monsters… and monsters are evil and…”
“You don’t even know really what to say against us… do you? No you don’t. All you know is what you were brought up on. Hatred… they are monsters… they are evil… that was what you were all taught… you were taught that because that was what your teachers were brought up on… none of you really know the truth. None of you ever took the chance to open your eyes and see that we aren’t as bad as it is said… yes we do have people, who like you hate that other races… but that is because they are blind to the truth; and every nation will have that until they open their eyes.” No one had moved; no one dared at the moment. “If we all took the chance to get to know and understand each other…” finally Warrick turned and looked the man in the eye for the first time. In Warrick’s eyes was raw emotion. “But instead of taking time, children, good men and women, and cities are destroyed. Waste! A waste of people, of blood, and of time; there is no way to replace what has been lost. And there is no way to change your crime. If only you had opened your eyes instead of killing my men and woman and killing your own soldiers by making them fight us.”

The air all around them had gone icy and the wind was whipping so hard that the soldiers could barely stand still. The sky had gone grey and rain had started to fall. All the time Warrick had spoke since he had turned to face the man he had looked into his eyes. Into the soul that had killed so many of people he cared for.
“I…”
“No… now is the time where you are not aloud to speak… this is the time where you will face your punishment…” Warrick reached in his pocket and pulled out a black pearl smooth stone. Warrick took his eyes off the man for a moment and looked at the rock. With both hands he grabbed it hard and walked over to the man and held it over his head after the soldiers buckled the man’s knees, making him kneel in front of Warrick. “Your punishment won’t be death, but the ultimate suffering… you shall no take the time to understand our people and learn we aren’t that bad…” With that the rock in Warrick’s hand snapped in half showing a hollow inside with liquid inside that poured over the man’s head. Instantly the man crumbled to the ground in pain, his arms grabbing at his body that screamed in pain as the flesh ripped from his body and the liquid went deep into his veins. When all his human flesh was gone his veins turned a dark blue that stuck out at first. All the soldiers backed away, unsure of what was going on; Warrick just stood there. Soon the man grabbed his head, the pain shattering his brain. The dark blue veins then busted open from pressure of the liquid gathering in them. The liquid and blood from the veins didn’t fall down like normal blood would; rather it stretched to cover his exposed muscles. Within seconds the whole body was covered and the liquid was hardening. For a time the man was frozen inside the shell of liquid. Then Warrick moved again, but this time to touch the shell; with the slightest touch of his finger the shell shattered and let a new creature fall to the ground asleep.

“Your punishment is to live and become what you had hated.” Warrick looked over to his soldiers and motioned to one. “Take him to the top of the mountain and give him to one of the dragons. Tell them to treat him as if one of their own… no matter what he does or tries to say.” As the soldier goes to walk away Warrick calls out to him once more. “From now on his new name shall be ветер”


o.o.c.- ветер= wind in Russian.

[black]

<sup>Our gifts and talents are what places us aside from the common forces of this world. Why should we bend to the simplicity of living, when what we possess is far greater than what anyone can imagine. True their is safety in hiding away and being nothing more than a name. But I want more. I want to fly higher than the stars and imprint my name into the minds, dreams, and nightmares of my people and my enemies. I want the very thought of my face to unlock strong emotions. Whether those emotions are love or hate, I couldn't care any less than I can remain land bound. It is in my spirit to govern, and it has been there since I was born. My bloodline is one of a dying breed if we are not dead already. I will not fall asunder like those before me, and I will not allow earth to fall away from their guilt. I will not allow them to forget what they did to me, and for those that did not know... they will learn -- and they too shall pay the price for that which their ancestors did. Almost no one remembers the boy from long ago... no one lives around now to recall the "demon" they chained and beat until he was nothing more than a savage. They tried to break his spirit and for a while I thought they had. But no, I have felt new vengeance surge within my heart--new anger towards the earthlings now festers in my lungs. This putrid air I breath when in their region will be cleansed and their pitiful boundaries will be mine. I will teach them, that not even the greatest of strength can flee from the might and power of wind and sky. I will show them... Airos will guide me...

No one asks for what they are given, or what hand they've been delt... but I accept mine with open arms and new found valor. I will smight those who persecuted me and hundreds of others. They will learn, and they will do it by my hand.

-Sairo Sav'halo
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Sairo sat upon sodden grass, within a clearing that was overgrown with small thistles and thorns. But within it he remained. There were memories here--painful and pleasurable--that he wished to remenis before he engaged his plans.
He had been blessed with gifts that he would never imagine he could possess. He had strength that he couldn't believe. But most of all... he now had the ability and strength to engage an enemy that he had no power or will to forgive. Some would call them innocent, but Sairo saw them far from it. How quickly did they turn against wind, how quickly did they turn against fire, how quickly did they turn against water? Water... Earth did not turn so easily from water. Where would they get their life from. The earth must thrive off water. It is only natural that the corrospondance should exist, and like the ages before when battle raged within this land, Sairo had no doubt that perhaps Earth and Water had shared some allied opinions. If water was ever a friend of Earth in the future then they would be an enemy of wind. Plain and simple.

But this was not the point. The point was simple:

He had started as a loyal son of a Borran serving father. His mother, human, as was his father. And for the first few years he was no different from them. He was adopted, but still... he appeared no different. Then he grew his raven colored wings, then he became the monster, and then he was chained, locked away, betrayed by his father, and stolen from his mother by death's cold embrace. His mother had done no harm but love him, and they sacrificed her anyway to get at him.

Even war did not give people a right to persecute those who have done no wrong.

He folded his raven wings about him and shielded his face from the sun, even as soft gentle tears glided down pale cheeks. His appearance was handsome, slightly femine-even slightly similiar to the appearance of the elves. However, he was handsome nonetheless... but he would still let no one even glimpse his tears or see his longing for a love that was lost to him before he even had a chance to live. She had taught him to live again, but Isolde was nearly a century dead -- her body decayed down the bones in some shallow grave. His tears yearned for her and the blurred image of a son he had barely seen and never met. However, the moisture dried against his skin and he refused to let any other tears fall.

This was his first attack. His first act as a new leader amongst a leaderless nation. He wanted his vengeace before the impending war made it too difficult to get near the earthen regions. No, now was the time to soothe his "savage" nature. All Sairo needed to be at peace with himself was to completely destroy his hometown. The name of it? He couldn't really remember, but it's location was imprinted in his mind as clear as crystal glass. This was his plan. This clearing in which he sat, the location in which he rested, was the exact location that had bound his chain to the earth. At one time, the thick steel ring and sat right beneath him; at one time, a long chain would have bound him to it, and once before he would have sat here, just like this, enraged, in sorrow, in pain, and in hunger. He basked withint he memory for another moment-his blood boiling within the reconance, and his fist closing into tight balls of fury. His small force was elsewhere currently. He had asked them to leave him alone until he summoned them. However, as his mind reeled in old pain and broke old scars, he heard a soft and caring note graze through his mind just before the thunder shook him from his trance. His eyes snapped open to look up at a sky as black as night even when the afternoon sun should have been pouring sweet sunlight upon the village. Lightning lit the atmosphere and the unstable pressure within the air made the hairs upon his arms raise in a chill. He sighed and tried to calm the clouds, tried to soothe them back to happiness, but they would have none of it and suddenly, eagerly unleashed their torrents upon Sairo and his distant force. With a sigh, he looked down at the ground as the torrential down pour immediately soaked through his hair and clothes. His wings grew heavy and he sighed in frustration as the thunder banged against the sky with incredible force and power. This was a power that he had created, unfortunately. In his growing anger as he revelled through his memories had left him utterly unconcsious about the world around him. Because of this, his unchecked fury had fed the storm and the air had eagerly created what his inner mind desired--a murderous storm to match his will to erradicate.

He heard the soft gentle call again, but this time it was more shrill and urgent. Looking off to the side he saw an irritated and very wet feathered dragon. She was a youngling, barely a century old and her size wasn't much to brag about. However, Sairo had taken a liking to her, and she to him. Quickly they had grown close, and she followed him almost everyone, even places such as here in which he didn't want her to come. He smiled gently as the expression in her eyes tickled his heart and made him chuckle softly.

"I'm sorry my friend, I shall pay more attention next time. Do you think we should turn back because of this sudden weather? Do you think it was unwise of me to come at all? Should I not do what I have planned? SHould I not hate as I do?" the words answered every thought of doubt that crisscrossed through her mind. She let him see them through her eyes, but his words were also slightly retorical and he had merely said them because they had been at the tip of his tongue.

Those questions were actually some concerns of his people. A few within the nation of wind did not fully approve of the choices he made, for he was young and reckless and filled with young rage--a force deadly beyond imagination. They feared what he might lead them into, but he really just wanted one thing for now. He wanted revenge on the village that had destroyed his life and taken everything he loved away from him. Once he had that, he would be satisfied for now and do his best to conform to what was expected of him as a leader. He was supposed to keep his region safe, not frolick about in his own desires. And therefore he had promised them, that this was his only selfish adventure. He had also bribed them with a little white lie, that this attack would also example wind's power. It also would not be a merciless attack either. He would leave women and children alone as well as anyone else who surrendered. He wasn't completely ruthless, though once he entered battle with fresh wounds of the past on his mind--heaven only knew what would really result from this encounter.

However, Sairo wouldn't get his opportunity for this. For the young Feather dragon--whom he nicknamed Scout-- had a look of perpetual dissaproval as she ruffled her heavily water laden wings. There would be no flying, and that left Wind without an advantage. A few others--those who were close to him-- had also mentioned that the attack would be futile. anyone who even remotely remembered him and what they did was surely long since passed away, even the lineage would be too long to find a descendent whom the story had been told to.

With a sigh, he begged her to aggree with him, but she refused to do so--and her dissaproval turned to a stubborn refusal. With a sideways smile, he slapped his thighs in defeat and quickly grabbed her head, stroking the ridges above her eyes and ruffling the leathery spine upon her head. She squirmed in his grasp, but she didn't really struggle. As much as she protested she loved the attention. So with a defeated air, but slightly satisfied confidence he looked forlornly towards the direction in which a now innocent village lay. Spared by a storm that was fueled by his anger, he knew that the lightnings ravage and murderous winds would be enough punishment for the --yes, he willing addmitted it now--innocents in the village he turned to leave behind the soiled land.

Perhaps all the hatred and anger that had fueled the storm, had released him of some of his malice and revenge-seeking desire. Maybe now he could forget--though he knew he never would--and govern his people with a leader they desirved. Did he really have the right to drag his people into a war without real need? He knew in his heart he didn't. But forever and always there would be a part of him, fueld by anger and driven by hatred that still demanded some compensation for the troubles inflicted upon him. But his rational knew that he needed a reason first. His recklessness said differently, but now he was no mere citizen and his actions would stand for all his nation. If he murdered a village, then the Master of Soil would place the guilt on not only Sairo--but on the nation of wind.

ooc:mmm... I don't really like it... however, I do believe that it works... and though I was kindof hurried at the end, that is the way Sairo acts as a leader and thinks.

so overall, Sairo doesn't like earth very much, and he is looking for any excuse to go to war with them. ;D Hope that's good enough</sup>

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While there were many good entries, we have finally singled it done to the one and only Aeolian.

Good luck to her, and everyone else on the site.</sup>