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march, y1 (spring)
The harsh winter has passed and given way to a mild spring. The north remains frigid and cold and the south remains starved of water, but the extreme temperatures and storms are slowly beginning to subside. Vegetation is beginning to grow where once it was too cold, and the rains are returning to the deserts previously plagued with wintry drought.

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♛ Jafar • King OF Ashspire
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Praelia • Male • 4 years • Extra Large



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01-11-2018, 01:44 PM
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As they drew onward, the King had tested his other half of magic relentlessly but without her knowledge. The allure of being able to know when someone is near was meant to be helpful and advantageous but how was he to be a true King if he didn’t know when someone was near to him? This woman could have been an assailant and Jafar would never have known. So the entire ride north he made to practice his sensing.

With her at his flank, he could simply concentrate on feeling her at his flank and allow it to manifest from there. An aura that branched out from him and felt from the tip of his fur to the very rumble of the ground as they walked. So as they walked further and further into the Range, Jafar’s scent will have gotten stronger and more potent for he was sure to not miss a single mark.

“Welcome to Ashspire,” he shares with his newest recruit proudly as he was not about to flit through the brochures and share with each secret the land had to offer. That was up to her to figure it all out. Even then, they were traveling along the snake-like path between the mountains, to a place quite high and it was there that he sought to test her ability to keep her breathing steady. “Tell me, Jendayi,” he pauses and allows her a moment to gather her thoughts so that she could focus on what was ahead.

“What is your magic?” Jafar could sense the aura earlier and he wasn’t about to allow someone to waltz into his Kingdom without knowing what she was capable of. Oh what, he already did that. Alright, he wasn’t going to let someone continue to live in the Kingdom without knowing her skills.

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Jendayi • Civilian OF Ashspire
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Harenae • Female • 1 year • Small



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01-11-2018, 02:06 PM
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The trek up the mountainside had been tiresome. Jendayi had not expected the sharp incline, the steep passes, and the rough underpaw landscape. Eventually, the sparseness of the open rockface had suddenly enclosed around them in two tall, towering cliffs. They enclosed about them on either side, but soon, its narrowness began to open up, and the space between the small valley grew larger and large. Eventually, the rocky red earth began to melt away to a soft grassland, and even trees began to sprout around them. The sun glistened against the tops of the peaks and dwindled into the crevice below, offering a mild and warming light. The wind here was not as harsh and cold as it was on the mountainface, with no remnants of winter here where the spring now flourished. It was, in all its glory, astonishing. Jendayi was so enraptured by its beauty that Jafar’s voice almost did not reach her ears. Almost.

Welcome to Ashspire, he says, and her gaze is draw from the sky above back toward his face. She traces the line of his jaws as he speaks, and remembers it, for so often it seemed he preferred his ethereal voice over his physical. Jendayi had to admit, it was quite charming to see him talk—perhaps because it was much rarer. She is distracted once more in her own thoughts, and once more it is voice that snaps her from her reveries. What is your magic? he asks, and at first, Jendayi is wordless. What is my magic? she wonders quietly, never having truly thought of it. She remembers how her paws had begun to wear down upon her during the trek up, how she was so sure they would be sore and bleeding by the time they reached the mountaintop. But so soon after they had ascended did the pain suddenly cease, and the feeling of soft grasses feel like nothing more than a gentle tickling. She had noticed these things, and had felt her own magic course through her each time. It would have been impossible to ignore. But she never thought of it.

“I’m not sure what to call it,” she admits, almost shyly. He had been so masterful and in control of his own magic, Jendayi seemed paled by comparison. “Sometimes, when I am hurt, I can heal,” she says once more, and looks down toward her paws; she flips them over to reveal the soft golden pawpads underneath, and how, despite the harsh and rocky terrain, they seemed perfectly supple, as they always were. “And sometimes, when it is very dark, I can create a light to help me see,” she recalls, remembering the few times where such a thing had been very useful. Perhaps not as useful to Jafar as his telepathy was, but useful to Jendayi, who wandered as much as she wondered.

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♛ Jafar • King OF Ashspire
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Praelia • Male • 4 years • Extra Large



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28 posts • 130 points
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played by Nova



 
01-11-2018, 02:21 PM
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While not typically enamored by strangers that he openly welcomed into his Kingdom, it had been so long since he had had to build that he knew that starting somewhere was probable. It was in the silence of her awe that he allowed himself to be transfixed, proud to be able to show her the beauty that Ashspire held to those that were welcome. Perhaps for him it wasn’t the most suitable place by nature for him to be but it was a place that resonated with him personally. A Kingdom that felt like it had been designed specifically for him.

So in this awe-filled wonder, he began to question whether or not she even understood what it meant to use magic. She seemed quite unsure of herself when he asked and even now he could see her wonder growing. Ever the open book she admits that she isn’t quite sure what to make of it though admits what she is capable of, or rather what she has noticed. “You are a healer,” he admits to her for he has seen much magic in his time and hers was no different he was sure. Though, judging by her phrasing he could assume that she wasn’t aware that she likely had the skill to heal others, too.

That wasn’t all, however, for she could also radiate light in the dark of places. While not a particularly useful skill ( at least, not to Jafar in the foreseeable future ) , it would seem that she had the ability to mold light to her will. “Ability to create light.” She was born of creation magic, the opposite of him, and while the light trick might not be entirely useful he had heard many stories of those that had excelled in their creation long enough to hold magic beyond their wildest dreams.

“We call your magic Creation.” While he preferred to speak within the wind, he did not wish to use up the skill where it wasn’t useful. In the territories where anyone could come across him, using his mind to speak was a lot less informative to those that he wished to eavesdrop. “Do you know that you can heal others, as well as yourself?” She hadn’t said anything about healing others but it didn’t hurt to ask.

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Jendayi • Civilian OF Ashspire
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01-11-2018, 03:06 PM
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A healer. Jendayi had never considered herself a healer. The word always had the connotation attached that healers often healed others, and Jendayi had never been particularly social. Despite her friendliness and willingness to meet new acquaintances, the roads had been scarce. Perhaps it was simply the way she traveled—she always steered off the courses and paths set by lions who traveled between the lands, and instead found her own ways through the forests and the valleys, on roads far less traveled. Thus, she had never even conceived the ideal that she could heal more than just her bruises and scrapes. Creation had a pleasant ring to it. It made Jendayi feel as if it were worth something, as if she were bringing forth something that could be used for the good of them all (and so unknowing was she that creation magic was so sought after, that it was what the Goddesses needed of them most, even if they could not say). “I can heal others,” she responded, her voice pregnant with its usual bewilderment. Jafar was not short on things to teach her, and each step of the way Jendayi began to learn things about herself she did not know before. Perhaps it was a true step into womanish maturity. She was even half-tempted to ask him if she could test herself, to see on her own if she could truly heal another—but then, she realized, he would have to injure himself first. That was something far less ideal.

The land was barren, but it smelled heavily of him. She thought, briefly, that perhaps this was his alone; she wondered if he too was a lone wanderer just like she—just, instead, he had settled. She could not blame him. While he was not old, he was indeed far older than her, and far wiser. Perhaps this was where he was meant to be. Jendayi entertained the thought, as well, given just how close they were to the sky, and how blissfully warm this place was, even with the altitude and the thin mountain air. “If you get hurt then, Jafar, I will heal you,” she murmured suddenly, trailing her wandering gaze back toward his own once more. A small, genuine smile slipped onto her lips.

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♛ Jafar • King OF Ashspire
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Praelia • Male • 4 years • Extra Large



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played by Nova



 
01-11-2018, 03:21 PM
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The silence that was drawn had never been uncomfortable to Jafar for he had grown quite used to it in his time away from the rest of the world. Thank you, unholy destruction. So to find someone with a power that could begin to replenish Isfera and subsequently Ashspire, he didn’t intend to let her wander free anytime soon. A selfish idea, perhaps, but the desire to rebuild was ever present and she was willing to assist so why turn away a willing body? “Yes,” he gave her certainty that she was able to do that but she was young and likely needed to fine tune the certain aspects of her magical alignment. In time she would have more but for now, he could work with what she had.

A part of him wished to explain that she didn’t have a choice on whether to heal or not to heal him. That she was a part of this Kingdom now and it was her duty as a member to heal those that lived here but alas, they were the only two. He didn’t wish to scare her into thinking that she would be forced to do as he said. That wasn’t what he wished to convey and thus kept that to himself. Perhaps another time he could express it without coming off as a selfish and domineering pig.

“You are young, but over time you will begin to develop your skills more.” In fact, Jafar was adamant that she continues to test her magical skills wherever she saw fit. He would help her if he had to but it was important to manifest the powers early so that they would be stronger in the future. “Let me see what you can do.”

So Jafar looks around for just a moment and while the idea of getting a stick and sharpening it, then hurting himself seemed fair… it would take a lot of attempts to get it to break the skin. So, he takes an easier way out. The King takes his right forepaw and brings it to his left shoulder and barely breaks skin there. His eyes flicker with the momentary bliss of pain but it was a welcome feeling and he was prepared to either be healed or to see that there was work to be done.

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Jendayi • Civilian OF Ashspire
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Harenae • Female • 1 year • Small



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01-13-2018, 03:10 PM
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Jendayi didn’t have a choice. This was a fact she did not know, and yet, perhaps she would not have thought any less of it if she did. The idea of being fettered had never seemed a possibility—after all, no true man could shackle her if they did not have the iron to do it. Nevertheless, some subconscious part of Jendayi wanted to continue to play into it, to search the brightness in what soul he had and revel in its warming light. It was a thought Jendayi was incapable of thinking just yet; her mind was too pure, too ignorant, in certain ways. Perhaps, even, some womanish part of her should feel somewhat dejected he had not acknowledged her comment; but it was not a comment made of lust or love, but instead the same childish trust that came with having a King (whatever that was, the word seemed important, and thus Jendayi seemed him so). Yes, he said, and Jendayi’s lips pursed in a mild manner. It was not the sort of reply she had anticipated: neither a calm thank you, or a gentle rejection. It was simple, it was resolute: yes. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. The feeling quickly passed.

She watched with careful eyes his lips as they spoke, and his body at it moved. Her attention was soon drawn further from his words and more toward his actions, watching at first with careful curiosity, and then sparked concern, watching one massive paw strike against his shoulder. The wounds left were minor, but underneath his thick mountain fur she could see beads of red-hot blood seep through his russet fur, staining it in a darker crimson like a delicate red thread. “J-Jafar!” she breathed, the midst of her breathy exclamation perhaps a bit accusatory, but Jendayi could not help it. A stronger woman would have leapt and stopped the bleeding before it had even begun—Jendayi needed to sit, to think, to concentrate. It would not come easy. Not yet.

Eventually, the magic that swelled within her concentrated toward her front paws, collecting against the delicate golden pawpads in a gentle warming glow. With narrowed and focused eyes did she lift her paw up, and gently brush it against the scabbing wound, allowing the threads of his skin to sew back together, and leave nothing but a memory of the wound in its place. It was small enough that it had healed over all at once, but required a great deal of effort yet still on Jendayi’s part. It had been with quick thinking that she pushed all her magic to one place—where once before, on herself, the magic gravitated toward her wounds naturally. She’d never been used to guiding it on her own, and it had been taxing as a result. Gentle pants exhaled from her lips, and the harding concentration she once had vanished into its girlish softness once more. “Y-You don’t have to hurt yourself for my sake. We could have found a wounded animal, or…” she stammered, a quiet nervousness tinging her fragile tones. She averted her gaze to the side, as if finally almost fearful of his imposing presence, and the scorning that may soon follow. She could anticipate it now: it was not for you, it was for me! Was that how all men worked?

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♛ Jafar • King OF Ashspire
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Praelia • Male • 4 years • Extra Large



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28 posts • 130 points
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played by Nova



 
01-15-2018, 05:52 PM
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Over time things would likely become clearer to her – and to him – of the relationship that they would no doubt come to share. There was nothing written in their stars and they would simply have to breach it together as the future ahead was unknown but such a thing had never frightened the Frei. The male was not much for pleasantries and had certainly never been a very talkative fellow but he was, despite not showing it, a sensitive romantic. Jafar sought to be the valiant knight and the heart in the shadows, but he couldn’t convey that to strangers who would seek to destroy that hope.

So when he used his own claws to slice open a part of his shoulders, he thought nothing of it and thus was somewhat surprised when she breathed out a throaty but concerned scream. It was done and he would not apologize for going out of his way to inflict harm upon himself for the benefit of others. Especially one whose magic would eventually end up aiding him in the future, or so he hoped. Healing was a practice that many hoped to have but very few did, at least the individuals that he had known had always hoped to learn the trade but had failed in the long run. Jendayi held promise, he could feel it.

Time pressed onwards as blood began to seep down towards the middle of his leg, his purple eyes set to hers as she began to concentrate on the area. It seemed to take quite a while for her to manage a train of thought to push her healing outwards. Eventually, her paw was brought up and waved slowly but delicately over the open area and he could feel just a tinkle of the threads of his skin beginning to crawl together once more. Once it was done and he could see the exhaustion on her face, he allowed his entire standing body to face her, a genuine and rare smile on his face.

“Some things are worth the risk,” he mentions in a steady and clear voice as he takes a step forward with his head high, but his gaze is on her. Jafar was enamored, in awe and more so he could see her soft but dutiful potential. In this soft silence, he finds himself drawn further to the light that she emanated all by herself. If she weren’t so young he might have placed her at a higher rank than what she had now but it would only have to be given away if another healing mage arrived that was older and more skilled than she. Though, there were plans in the making for her – of this he was sure.

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