002. ┆ DTAE .ᐟ

Instructions

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ Rhea here! Honestly as soon as I found this DTA and saw this little guy I fell in love. I just /had/ to enter. Hope you enjoy my entry! ♡ ⋙ ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ ❥ .ᐟ Contents ♯1 ♥︎ Name ♯2 ♥︎ Family ♯3 ♥︎ About ♯4 ♥︎ Backstory ♯5 ♥︎ Extra ♯6 ♥︎ Credits ♡ ⋙ ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ ❥ .ᐟ Name ♥︎ Finnian Valor Starfall ♥︎ Finn / Finni ♡ ⋙ ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ ❥ .ᐟ Family ♥︎ Rowan Starfall (Mother) ♥︎ Elric Starfall (Father) ♥︎ Sylvan Grace Starfall (Sister) ♡ ⋙ ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ ❥ .ᐟ About ♥︎ He/Him ♥︎ AMAB ♥︎ Noxarion - Cat + ? Hybrid ♡ ⋙ ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ ❥ .ᐟ Backstory ♥︎ This story is told in first person from Finnain’s POV I heard the chimes of the bells before I could actually see them and leaned forward, as if urging my family on, “Come on! We’re going to be late to the Choosing!” I groaned, pushing my father’s legs In a pitiful attempt to get him to move. “We’re not going to be late, Finnian.” My father sighed, clearly tired of my antics. “Well we will if you all keep moving like slugs! This is the first time that me and Sylvan will get to the see though!” I put every ounce of complaint I had into my voice, foolishly thinking that it would make my family move. It didn’t, by the way. They all just kept on with their slow plod down the path. “Ugh!” I stomped behind them, swishing my tail, “We won’t get good seats and then we won’t be able to see at all.” I hissed, “Or worse, we’ll get there late and there won’t be any more seats. OR WORSE, we’ll get there late and not be able to get in at all!” “It’ll be okay, Finn.” Sylvan said, patting me on the shoulder with her tail, “We’ll get there on time. I huffed in annoyment, even my twin sister agreed with my parents! But will I sigh, I walked in silence, following the rest of my family into the city, down the path, and into the stadium. Gasping, I glanced around, in awe with the things I saw before me. The only light was the dull glow of purple fireflies lazily buzzing about, but it was all the light you really needed to see if you were a Noxarion. I did feel bad for the Spirivex I saw, their glowing eyes straining as they tried to see. It was almost ironic that they had glowing eyes, but couldn’t see anything in the darkness. In a way, it seemed almost cruel. I, now bouncing, followed my parents up the stands into some of the seats near the top, but just before we could sit down, a Spirivex approached us, “Excuse me,” his voice was slurred by an accent I didn’t know the name of, “Are you the Starfall family?” My father exchanged a look with my mother, “Yes?” He finally said slowly, “Why do you ask?” “Follow a me, please.” The Spirivex turned and plodded down the stairs, his large clawed feet making a strange ringing noise on the metal. I glanced up at my father, hoping he would know what was going on, but he seemed as confused as I was, “Well, are we going to follow him or not?” I asked before turning and trotting down the stairs after him. My parents, and Sylvan of course, soon started to follow after me. I wondered if I should have been scared, but for some reason, I wasn’t. I trotted up next to the Spirivex, “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to strike up a conversation. “Sir Alaric at your service,” Alaric said with a small bow. I couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or mocking me, but I decided it didn’t matter. There was something about Alaric that made me trust him. “I’m Finnian.” I said with a smile, “Were are you taking us?” “So /you/ are young master Finnian…” Alaric murmured before answering, “Someplace where you will have a better view. We don’t want chosen ones to be too far away from the field, now do we?” I nodded at this, but I was confused but a number of things he had said. Why did he refer to me as Master? What did he mean the chosen ones? “Finnian!” My father cut into my thoughts, “Try not to bother Sir Alaric much with your questions.” Alaric smiled, “He is fine, Elric. Finnian can ask as many questions as he needs to understand.” We walked for a few more minutes before Alaric pointed with his tail to a few seats at the front of the stadium, directly above the field, “There are your seats, Starfalls.” I gasped, turning to stare at him, “Are you sure there /ours/?!” Alaric nodded simply, “The choosing will begin shortly, I suggest you take your seats.” My father, sharing another look with my mother, herded me and my sister to the seats and sat us down, “Now remember, no talking, no asking questions, and especially no play fighting during the choosing.” My father warned us. As soon as the last syllable left his tongue, a spotlight suddenly shined on the field, reveling a very regal looking Auravix, “Welcome to the fifty-third annual choosing!” Her voice carried through the crowd and I felt myself leaning forward, eagerly hanging onto her every word. (Continued in Notes & Credits) …