` 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃.

          Lo and behold!——once more they would come to be a savior; they, miracle-maker, playing no part in divine intervention as they happen upon her body all limp and bleeding on the ground. It leaves them shocked——astounded even. They would’ve thought fate impeccably cruel were they not then overcome by an almost unfathomable concern. It seized them, and when they once more came to their senses they were already kneeling at her side with eyes wide and hands searching. Awfully little time was taken in discerning the origin of the blood as it seeped from her person. The knowledge now beheld—that it was a gash, very likely intentional in its marking—only did well in furthering their worries. Was she being hunted? A low breath was taken and they pressed their palm against the ugly wound, beckoning their essence to do well and mend what has been undone at her side.

          In the meanwhile, Orthra slips from their hand and unravels herself into grand form. Following the unspoken demands of her wielder, she lifts the body up unto her back as she now towered as a stag——all hellish, she looked to be made of gilded bones, with her antlers long and casting a shadow unto her skeletal skull.   ❝Easy,❞   they chastized softly as they followed, standing unto their feet with hand keeping to where wound resided. Once the cut had at least been tended to enough to stop the bleeding, ah’Jhyen beckoned Orthra forward and the two continued further on their path——albeit at a quicker pace. If this stranger was indeed being hunted, it would do no good to stay here and let her be found.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   .   dreaming of a land far north where rivers bisected the land   ,   flowing like liquid jewels from snow-capped mountains   .   she was dreaming of a land where magical forests grew   ,   dense with foliage   &   housed creatures that could only exist in ones dreams   .   she was dreaming of a city hidden within such forests   &   a moonstone castle at its center   ,   its tallest spires stretching high above the trees   .   she was dreaming of el’tania   ,   the home of the fae   ,   the home she’s never seen   .

saélihn often dreamed about her home   ,   the land she longed to see   ,   the land she will one day return to if she did not fail her quest   .   her dreams were always so vivid   ---   so real   ---   it was as if she was truly there   ,   feeling the sacred earth beneath her toes   &   the jasmine scented breeze through her hair   ,   which she could swear still lingered after she awoke   .   but it wasn’t real   ,   just as this dream wasn’t real   ,   &   it was that realisation that startled the princess awake   .

she jolted upwards   &   white hot pain laced through her side   ,   knocking the breath straight from her lungs   .   for a moment she battles to keep conscious   ,   breathing in large gasps of breath until the pain subsides   &   rational thoughts resumes once more   ---   for her to realise she is not alone   .   she tries to scramble away but once more that pain hits her fast   &   brutal   &   she cries out despite herself   .   her breathing once again under control   ,   saélihn turns towards the stranger   ;   her brows lowered   &   teeth bared   .

𝐌𝐔𝐍  𝐕𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

living   ...   yes   ,   she was living   &   not just in   THE LITERAL SENSE   .   she was living her life   ---   LIVING IT THE WAY SHE WANTED   ,   where she answered to no one but herself   .   she had never realised it before   ,   how   LITTLE SHE SETTLED WITH   ,   never truly wanting for anything   .   for a hundred   &   fifty years saélihn hadn’t truly been living   ;   SHE HAD ONLY BEEN SURVIVING   .

but freedom had opened up her eyes   &   she’s   NEVER BEEN HAPPIER   .   she had survived those long   ,   dark years   &   now she finally living her life   .   no matter the   BURDEN SHE CARRIED   .

but that   SAFE HAVEN   was quickly becoming unlikely   ;   each step saélihn took her knees buckled   &   her body   SCREAMED IN PAIN   ,   causing her vision to splinter with white   .   the need to collapse   ---   to lay her head down   &   rest   was so overwhelming   ,   that her   NEXT STEP WAS HER LAST   .   her knees crash down on the forested floor   ,   the jolt sending a flare of pain shooting through her side   &   she bit down on her scream   .       

▌real name.   saélihn zyllana ▌real name.  ^^^^ ▌single or taken.  single  (  verse dependent  ) ▌abilities or powers.  as she is a decedent of both dark fae  &  light fae  ,  saélihn has the ability to use both sunfire  &  moonfire  ---  sunfire of the light fae  &  moonfire for the dark fae  .  she is also very skilled in hand to hand combat  &  a variety of weapons  .  her preferred weapons is a bow  &  arrow  &  her rapier  .     ▌eye colour.   a very dark brown  ,  almost black which she inherited from her mother  ,  &  despite the dark colour they are very warm  .  ▌hair colour.  moonlight white  ,  trait inherited from her father  . ▌family members.   mother  &  father  (  both deceased  )  ,  her grandfather  (  the king of the dark fae  )  her grandmother  (  the queen of the light fae  )  two aunts on her mothers side  &  one uncle who she has never met  . ▌pets.   a beautiful large  ,  white stag that keeps her company during her travels  .  he’s from a species of deer native to el’tania  .  saélihn found him as a fawn injured by hunters as a child  &  nursed him back to health  .  these deer have long lifespans like the fae so they’ve been together ever since  .   ▌something they don’t like.  injustices against the weak  . ▌hobbies/activities.   hunting  ,  archery  ,  sword play  . ▌ever hurt anyone before.  yes  ,  quite a few during the years living with her grandfather but since leaving  ,  she’s tried to avoid it  . ▌ever killed anyone before.   yes  &  she is ashamed of herself for doing it with ignorance  . ▌animal that represents them.   white jaguar  . ▌worst habits.  she’s very proud  &  will never admit to needing help  . ▌role models.  her mother  &  father  . ▌sexual orientation.  bisexual, demiromantic  . ▌thoughts on marriage/kids.  it’s never been anything she’s really thought about before  ,  never had the chance to think about it  .  even after leaving her grandfather  ,  she’s only thought about her task of breaking the curse  &  bringing her people home  .  marriage  &  kids are for the future when her people are home in el’tania  . ▌fears.   vulnerability  ,  emotional intimacy  ,  failing her people  &  never bringing them home  .   ▌style preferences.   light travel clothing with minimal armour  . ▌someone they love.   her parents despite never meeting them  . ▌approach to friendships.  she won’t ever admit to it but she wants friends  .  in all of her 153 years  ,  she’s never had friends  .  the only friend she’s ever had is her stag  . ▌thoughts on pie.  she loves sweets  ,  pure  &  simple  . ▌favourite drink.   warm milk  . ▌favourite place to spend time at.  the small cottage her parents had lived in a forest hidden in giant territory  .  ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean.  the lake  ,  she hates the smell of the ocean  . ▌their type.   she doesn’t know what her type is but she needs someone that she can be vulnerable with  &  still feel strong  .  anyone that allows her to delve deep into her emotions  &  let them out is the kind of person she needs to be with  . ▌camping or indoors.   100% camping  .  saélihn hates being indoors  &  she will always choose camping out under the stars over a stuffy room at an inn  .  

TAGGED BY: i am a thief

so the princess set out for shelter against the storm   ,   THUNDER CRASHING ABOVE HER   &   LIGHTNING LIGHTING UP THE WAY   .   it was thanks to the lightning that she found what looked like an abandoned fort   .   it wasn’t camping beneath the stars but at least   SHE WOULD BE DRY   .

she found her   HAUNT FOR THE NIGHT   in one of the rooms   &   she was in the process of removing her sodden clothes   ,   when that   FAMILIAR CHILL SHOT DOWN HER SPINE   ---   the hand of the lunar goddess trying to warn her something was here   .   a knife was in her hand   FASTER THAN THE EYE COULD SEE   ,   her state of dress forgotten   .   a potential threat against her life was more important than worrying about putting a shirt on   ;   she was still wearing her chest wrappings   &   pants   ,   so she wasn’t completely   STARK NAKED   .