Aia, Harbinger of Dawn

Her brother: Amphros, Harbinger of Dusk (https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794199040071)
- update: RIP Amphros

For PULSAR base:
- Arctic (in July)


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Here's the thing; gods exist. They tend to the lands from the cosmos, subtle but evident in the onslaught of a storm, in a puff of air, in the 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘩 of a bird taking flight - ingrained into the Earth itself. They envelop it, care for it as a mother would her cub.

And, as the saying goes, with such power comes great responsibility.

But gods are not always responsible. The raging civil war has more than proven this. When granted enough power, the concept of death itself becomes inconsequential in the face of immortality. Like the rest of us, gods can fall, time and time again, to greed and arrogance and a whole plethora of evils.

(Perhaps it is worse for them. After all, they have all the time in the world.)

And so, sometimes, a god is shunned from the immortal realms, cast down to the commoners' lands. Stripped of their power, title, and bravado, they are left with no choice but to assimilate into the mortal lifestyle. The stars that dust their fur become meaningless, a taunting reminder. However, one virtue that comes with a life eons long is patience, so, forced to accept their new fate, many find a pride or family, settling down.

However, with the birth of new life comes a bitter reminder of their downfall. The unfortunate mechanics of genetics endows offspring with the appearances of their parents. The sight of a young, mortal lion bearing the cloak of night's hushed blessing on their back and the blinding smoulders of a sunrise on their paws is not dissimilar to that of an old lover, from a world entirely different to this one, and with a final cruel exchange of words, two cubs are left in the dust.