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[AW] [M] True Lilies and Partial Memories


Ilma

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#1
[Mature thread: Due to Ilma's foul mouth and mind.]


Ilma was laying on the ground of the Rainbow Eucalyptus Forest in gut wrenching laughter. His eyes welled up and he felt overjoyed. After a few moments of laughing he finally began to calm down. What was he even laughing at? His memory was foggy, not even foggy, almost non-existent. Ilma remembered some things, but it was more like the memories of feelings, for the actual memories were fragmented, and didn’t make sense out of context. He opened his eyes, listening to drops of water fall off of trees and into the lake nearby. It was peaceful sounding, but… unfamiliar, the scents, and the sights at least. He continued to think as he laid, something didn’t feel right? What was it? ”Come on… think..” He looked at his legs and arched a brow. ”That… doesn’t look right.” Honestly his head felt, confused, stuffed up, wrong, there was something important missing. Something he needed to know… Who was he again? OH.. he didn’t know who he was. Well, that was a problem, wasn’t it?

What did he remember? A tiger. Blood, lots of it. Laughing. Was that why he was laughing? Was he laughing at a tiger? He casually sat up and looked around. There wasn’t a tiger around. ”Hmm…” Ilma arched his brow again, stood up and made his way over to the lake’s edge and peered into the water. His bright blue eyes were glowing, he had antlers, and he was a female arctic wolf. "No...nonononono.” His Finnish accent filling the air as he muttered out of his mouth. He looked away in confusion. Was that him? ”No!” That thought was absolute in nature, it was confident sounding. That was not him. He knew that for a fact. He didn’t even know who he really was, but he knew that wasn’t him. Looking back at the water however, confirmed… it was indeed him. ”How?” What did he actually remember? His name… What was it?

It took him a moment to recall it, Ilma Premju. Hearing his own name caused him to want to vomit, an instinctive and volatile sort of feeling. He hated it, why? Ilma meant water in Maltese… Premju meant… prize. Why the hell did he have that sort of name? Where did he learn Maltese? Ilma took a deep breath as he calmed down trying to shoo off all the questions that were bubbling up. Asking himself a hundred questions wasn’t going to help if they were all at once. He would surely remember with time. He? Technically he was a she now… but Ilma definitely did not feel so, something wasn’t right about all this. So... he didn’t like the name Ilma Premju… may as well as give himself a new one seeing as how he could remember little to nothing else. ”Aari Sulo Calle.” Sure why the hell not, had some deeper meaning behind each word, Ilma can be a nickname he supposed.

Ilma’s blue hues scanned the area as he wondered where the hell he was. None of it looked familiar, then again, he didn’t remember much right now. He didn’t feel injured, so, it did not seem like he had a concussion or something. ”What the fuck is going on?” All Ilma had to go on was his emotions. Yes, stick with what felt right, just… keep true to whatever he felt. Memories surely would come back if he did that, right?

Well standing here doing nothing wasn’t productive. May as well take a look around. Ilma began walking in a random direction, eyes scanning the area, ears perked and listening to his surroundings. His mind however freely wandered around its shattered and hole like existence. Anything he could remember would help him out right now… especially right now. ‘True lilies can cause liver failure in felines, all you need is a few petals, it’s important you remember that Ilma.’ A female sounding voice entered his head. ”What.. the … how the hell is that useful right now!?” It… was something at least though, a deadly something even… and somehow that memory caused a small smile to appear on his face. Perhaps he would remember why it did… later, as well as who told him this, invaluable information.

#2
In a golden cathedral praying for the faithless.
Caelia Liepi?š
The girl had spent some time now wandering this strange island. Omne, brought by the gods, it was an interesting thing. So far most of her time had been spent just keeping herself alive. Hunting for one was a full time job, as was keeping herself healthy. As winter crept in slow and stealthy and settled over the lands, Caelia found herself wandering more southward. She did not want to freeze in the north, after all. Her steps had led her to another forest, filled with rainbow trees and beautiful flora. The fauna was not intriguing, except when she spotted a black bird every now and again and excitedly raced after it, calling for Venti to return to her.

So far Venti had not appeared.

So far since leaving the valley with the brown wolf, no one had.

It was lonely in a way that Caelia had never experienced.

But here she had managed to find herself shelter, water, and while there was no one to really talk too, she did often find herself speaking aloud to the gods, wondering about their plans. And then wondering to the birds and other creatures what else this island had in store.

Farther to the west she had found the markings of a territory border and avoided it. She knew not what manner of creature held the next forest, but she had no desire to find out. If they were half as cruel as the other tribes, Caelia wanted nothing to do with them. Sometimes, though, she almost wished she could just go and join others. It was what led her today to wander, seeking out a satchel once more and begging the gods to let her find someone - anyone - to talk too. She was tired of being alone. She was tired of all her energy being spent on survival.

She was thinking of traveling north again, trying to find either of the wolves she had come across before. Her steps paused for a few moments, head lifting to draw the scents of the forest into her parted jaws. #meteorology allowed her to determine the weather nearest to her, finding nothing out of the ordinary. No rain was near, and she considered that a blessing. She'd spent nearly two days cleaning up after the last shower that had caught her without shelter. Her movement resumed, eyes scanning the earth, trees, bushes, everything for the elusive satchel she was missing. The familiar weight across her upper body was not missed any longer, but she still hated not having a way to carry herbs or dried meat.

Hated more not having a way to dry meat.

Her steps came up short when something unique caught her eyes. So far she'd only seen wild animals of natural colors, but passing parallel to her, flashes through the trees and bushes, was certainly a creature that was not wild. A shimmering white coat caught her eyes, flashes of teal-and-turquoise feathers drawing a gasp of surprise from the girl. Someone else marked by the wind! Someone else adorned and loved by the gods! Caelia turned, cautiously taking a few steps in the direction the stranger was going. Ears perked and alert, eyes aware, the girl debated on how to best get the other's attention without simply bounding toward her. Hesitant steps took her after the older woman, and it took Caelia a few moments to realize that she was stalking the horned wolf from a good ten yards. Oops.

The maned wolf cleared her throat and adjusted her posture, putting on a smile. "Hello!" She called out, wagging her tail behind her, feathers rustling gently with the soft movement. The question that spilled from her muzzle was one ingrained into her, and she did not think twice before asking it. "What is your tribe?" She hoped the other woman would stop and give her the time of day, begged that she would so that Caelia could at least not be alone for a little while.

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Ilma

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#3
He was walking through rainforest as he heard someone walking behind him. Well by the sound of it… it was more like stalking, and poorly so it sounded. Before Ilma had the chance to whip himself around and yell at whomever was following him, the strangers voice hit his ears. ‘Hello!’ With that, Ilma finally turned himself around to take a look at who the fuck was stalking him. ”Ah.. A young girl.” For a moment he felt bad for internally getting defensive. Though, he did not externally show his anger. The girl looked excited or happy for some reason. Her next words however did make him raise an eyebrow. ‘What is your tribe?’

”My tribe? Is that how things work here?” Well he certainly did not remember belonging to any ‘tribe’. Though, he had the overwhelming feeling that he needed to be vague. Instinct maybe? Ilma didn’t remember much, or really know much about himself to think much more about it. Instead he relied on the feeling in the moment to drive him. He planted a warm and gentle smile on his face. Ilma's voice held a heavy Finnish accent as he spoke, "Sorry, I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean deary. What tribes are there around here?” Perhaps the girl knew of some kingdoms or something around here that he could join. Since it was winter, joining a clan or a kingdom, a village, something would be good.

The thought of being by himself in the winter scared him for some reason. ”I dislike winter nights.” Why did he though? He couldn’t remember.

#4
In a golden cathedral praying for the faithless.
Caelia Liepinš
Caelia's ears fell back when the woman told her that she had no idea what she meant. A sigh passed her muzzle and the girl shook her head, scuffing a paw gently in the earth. "I do not know here what tribes there are... only there must be... how else does anyone survive?" She tilted her head slightly, blinking soft eyes at the woman. For a moment the girl was at a loss again, disappointment clear on her face and in the way her tail drooped behind her. "You have pretty antlers, ma'am," she said after a few moments, shifting the conversation and shaking her head a bit. "Omne is strange. My apologies, I am Caelia. Caelia Liepins," her muzzle pulled into a smile, ears once more alert and eyes dancing slowly and carefully between the beautiful woman and their surroundings. She did not want to appear to be unobservant, though at the same time she wanted her youth to remain useful to her.

At least in some ways.

"Have you just found yourself here as well? I've come across a couple of other wolves, and many nonsentient creatures," Caelia told the woman after a moment. "One of them even knew what a shaman was, to a degree," she smiled some, offering forth her 'title' from her past life with ease. There was nothing to hide about her tribe now, no one who could find them or hurt her because of it. They were all dead, after all, and not only that but so far she had crossed upon no wandering bands of warriors hellbent on squirmishing with everyone for supplies. It was... marvelous, really! Caelia blinked slowly at Ilma, having rambled thoughtlessly in the manner of babes.

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Ilma

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#5
Ilma saw the disappointment clear on the girl’s face at his answer. She stated that she didn’t know what tribes there were, but only that there must be some. The girl then asked how else would anyone stay alive. He didn’t like that she seemed upset, motherly instincts kicked in, although, for the life of him… he didn’t remember why this feeling felt familiar. Ilma softened his face and gave a gentle smile, Finnish tones filling the air again in a friendly voice, "I bet there are a few who would try and venture out on their own, able to survive by themselves. But, I agree most would prefer the company and assistance of others or a community.” The girl then complimented his new antlers, stated Omne was strange, and stated her name as Caelia Liepins.

”So… I am in a land called Omne.” Ilma watched as she looked between him and the surrounding area. The young girl seemed to quickly move on in conversation before Ilma could speak. She asked if he was new here as well, stating she had met several creatures, and stating she was a shaman.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the young girl’s enthusiasm, "Thank you, your necklace is pretty. I would have to agree again Caelia, Omne is very strange. My name is Aari Sulo Calle, but you can just call me Ilma.” He didn’t find any harm in telling her the truth, as one, she was young, and two… he had no clue about his history and how he got here, other than a handful of things. "I am new here in… Omne. I do not know how I got here though, nor… much of anything about myself. Although I do know some things… like how shamans are similar to medics or doctors, except usually have a more spiritual background. Right?” He was not sure how he remembered that but nothing about himself… though he decided to ignore it for now. Ilma gave a small smile as he spoke, "Where did you learn how to become a shaman?” He decided to indulge the girl in speaking about herself, maybe it would help him remember things about himself… hopefully.

#6
In a golden cathedral praying for the faithless.
Caelia Liepinš
She was such a nice woman. Caelia couldn't help but smile as the lovely accented words hit her ears. She ducked her head when her necklace was mentioned, running her tongue across her chest. The feathers were no longer real, but a lightweight metal, and Caelia adored them. "Thank you, Ilma. Originally I caught all three birds the feathers came from, but now they're metallic," she repeated the woman's full name in her mind a few times. Aari Calle was such a pretty name, she could hardly believe that the woman preferred to go by Ilma. But then again, Caelia had considered stranger things in her life as well. Plus she herself had gone by Minar growing up... so perhaps it wasn't so odd to have different names for different times.

"I don't know how I got here either. I simply awoke in a forest farther north," her tail swayed, smile lighting up her muzzle as Ilma asked about her line of work. "Right! I tend to meditate upon the gods, to see if they have any information or news for me. Where I came from, I was directed by a raven with seven eyes - he was the god of the winds. I learned from my mentor, though. He taught me and a few other pups how to find herbs, how to create poltices, set broken bones for the warriors. We were a nomadic group, so we learned about forest and dessert, river and ocean. I always preferred the water; I fish more than I hunt. Patience is easier for me than a chase," Caelia spoke brightly, ears perked up and alert and green eyes upon her newest friend. While her attention was focused on Ilma, she was also listening to the surroundings around them, sorting out birdsong and predatory birds, the faint call of frogs and babble of water. Caelia knew better than to let anyone get a drop on her, even as a yearling. Her world was vastly different from this, after all, and old habits were hard to die.
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