G4 | ACHROMIA | DAUGHTER OF POLYTHEMIUS THE FIRST.
GODDESS OF BALANCE.
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"To all things housed in her silence
Nature offers a violence
The bear that keeps to his own line
The wolf that seeks always his own kind
The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds
The parent forced to eat its young before it grows
Every bird, gone unheard
Starving where the ground has froze
The winter sun rise, red on white
Like blood upon the snow
Like blood upon the snow"
-Hozier, Bear McCreary. (Blood upon the snow)
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TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR:
-VIOLENCE
-RELIGIOUS THEMES
DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THOSE THEMES. STAY SAFE.
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REAL NAME & KNOWN NAME:
Feryian | The Light.
She/Her
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SYMBOLS:
-The Scale
-Snow/Frost
-Doves
-Eye imagery/The covering of one's eyes in devotion.
-Achromia
-The Colors: White & Light pink.
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DESCRIPTION OF REALM:
A Cold forest spans before you. Everything is covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. There are statues of lions… or maybe they are lions frozen in ice. Their eyes seem to follow you as you walk past them up a path, at the top of it sits a large cavern. In the center is a large silver scale, covered in intricate carvings displaying the falls and rises of prides. On the left side of the scal is a large pile of gold, silver, and other precious things. On the right regally sits a Goddess, stretched out she seems disinterested in whatever you’ve come to tell her. The left side of the scale seemingly continues magically filling with precious items. Though it doesn’t shift under the weight.
As you approach you notice around the scale sits several younglings with all white fur, and light pink eyes. Watching you move with curiosity only the young would have.They murmur about the colors in your pelt, jealousy filling them all. Some of them reach and stroke your pelt, as if trying to absorb the coloring for themselves. Disappointment filling them when it doesn’t seem to work.
When you finally pass them all you notice that the scale on the left isn’t magically filled with gold and other precious things, but it is instead being delivered by all white birds. Carrying it in their claws and beaks, setting it on the pile with disregard for its worth.
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DESCRIPTION OF TEMPLES & FOLLOWERS:
The only goddess that doesn’t have a temple, yet still has plenty of devout followers. She instead has small shrines sprinkled throughout the land, her followers must travel far from their homes, and drop their devotions into the shrines. Then her doves carry them to her scale, where they sit until she is convinced to give them to certain followers for whatever they want to use them for.
Her followers are known as “The children of Light.” and despite this they’ve only ever known darkness. Since they are all blindfolded and stay that way for what is practically their entire lives. Unless they are born male, then they are assigned to look after the priestesses & escort them to shrines. As Well as being assigned to look after “Chosen Daughters and Sons” which are typically born with achromia, these children are sent to the shrines and left as devotions once they are weaned. They are often not left with anyone or anything to defend them and unfortunately their blood is spilt, though their goddess does revitalize them and allow them to live in her realm. She does not care for them as a mother should, they are left wandering her realm, intrigued with all the snow.
They are never to be harmed again.
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THE BEGINNINGS:
Born unnaturally, crawling from the blood of another fallen god. White as falling snow, with eyes that sprouted from places eyes shouldn’t be. Fangs, and wings tearing away from solid white flesh.
She became the new symbol of the center, a perfect balance between the violence her father brought about everywhere he went & the sheer kindness of her mother, willing to help anyone, anything.
She cared not for the lives of those around her.
Or at least, didn’t care enough to stop the endless slaughters her sisters cared to commit.
When she was given a pelt that didn’t belong to her, she wore it. Staining herself with the blood she didn't care was spilt.
When lions begged for the aid of their gods and goddesses for help, she did not bother to answer. Even as her sisters split in two sides. One full of blood and gore and teeth, the other, longing for a cease in the bloodshed. For the earth and populace to finally recover from the darkness that engulfed it.
She sat.
She Heard both sides.
She did not care for either of them.
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FOLLOWERS:
-Double (needs new name recs, #794191097170)
-Snow topped Forests (#794204126329)
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FUNNY LIL INFO BITS:
-She has several Albino Creatures that look over her priestesses…they act like an extra set of eyes. They all have names: Penance (Gazelle), Evertieen (Hyena), Asmolsi (Serval), Tynaue (Porcupine).
MORE TO BE ADDED AS I THINK OF MORE.
