|♆| BIO |♆| Name:: Whisper of the Summer Breeze Age:: First Voyage Gender:: Female Backstory:: ---◐--- Wind. Its soft, subdued whispers hung faintly mid-air, guiding the tired wings and weary cries of a lone traveller gull, all the while scattering wisps and threads of crystalline sea salt into the mist-laced air in its quiet sweeps across the sanded shores of the ocean. In the far end of the horizon, a single silhouette stood- a dark, blurred figurine across the storm-battered seas. She knew that the sun would be setting by now, its golden rays would have been sinking below the skyline as if drowning, falling, plummeting into the deep blue depths. But not today; the grey-pelted island’s memory was still haunted by the lingering tempest that escaped winter’s grasp. The dawn-streaked fur of the sea dweller blended well into the pale white sands, yet it would be clear for any creature watching to see how the breeze ruffled something beyond her petal-painted pelt. The warm season was late this year. It was tradition, for the tribe, to journey with the waves across the endless, dancing ocean, to find a new home at the end every cold season, when prey had run out and time was needed for them to thrive once more. It had been that way for countless seasons upon seasons, and the gale and storms theirselves witnessed the migrations- pilgrimages- for long as the tide-drawing moon could remember; and so it shall be, forever more as she glows humbly on, with her eyes of silver watching from distant lands. Whisper of the Summer Breeze stood up, shaking off scintillas of moist sand, gifted by the breeze’s silken touch. Brontide rung across the vast, enigmatic expanses of the ocean, as if resonating with her own imaginings; and while she had heard but tales and rumors, they were nonetheless enough to show beyond the sea fogs a vision of imminent maelstroms. For countless rises and falls of the moon-held tide, it was what Summer had been telling herself- that the dangers, the fear of the unknown, softened her feathers and misguided her flights. Her wings were bound by more than that knowledge- it was a memory, a sorrow that gripped her with claws of the kraken. Words, they rung in her ears. Far-forgotten echoes of another time, lost in days and nights of silent whispers, it returned to her, like songs sent by the murmuring wind. “Abandon not, the star-called light, for that it brings hope to the souls stray.” The anguished ringing of her name, chasing after her spiritful gaze; those were Summer’s last glimpses, last voices heard, before the fog-written storms took away faith in the future. But how could she find another island of euphoria in wrathful seas? How could she forgive the past, knowing the future cannot heal? For that hope, happiness, was gone with the shifting tempest, and with it, it brought forth a chasm of abyss its stone-cold grips. Tomorrow would come, and her wings would still not be free. It cannot be her choice- Summer could take to the skies no more, her jaded wings marked the gale’s desolace. Breeze came once more. It showered down sand in pale rainfall motions, whistling, prancing, fleetingly dancing- it would swoop down gently till touching the buried whelks and conchs with her seafoam wingtips, then wildly soar, glide high upon high to reach the bare charcoaled skies- was the wind teaching her how to fly, how to feel like she used to? She does long to touch the clouds again. Perhaps she would try- and try she would. The break of dusk was now upon her, and gradually the sable-lined clouds faded away to reveal a blossom of bronzen russet; and the skyline melted into the horizon, its inklings of flaxen and ivory staining into overcast stormlights. The sun was dazzling, a burning fire, and Summer squinted in its bright, heavenly stare. A new future, it would signify. Wrapped too long in dread, entangled too far in grief, she had feathers drenched in Stygian obsidian. A flight, long overdue; it will free the sky of storm’s grasp at last. A new future, she would bring for herself. ---◑---
Eek congratulations for 60+ (nOW 100+ YOU GO MCHILD)! I know that you really, really do deserve every one of them and more- the most dedicated and lovely artist, writer, and friend- that I know of in this world <3. |♆| HΣAÐCANONS |♆| - As you may have noticed, I've put the Chinese character 夏 inside her name for no reason ;v; - Whisper of the Summer Breeze never did suffer a wing injury, her inability to fly is psychological I guess? - The yellowish haze behind her name literally masked half the background and i'm mad ;w;w; |♆| |♆| Character design by the wonderful @Ivgliss <3 All art by yours truly and made with MediBang Paint :3 Music (Oceanic from Palettes) by Michett.