SA | Species meme | Lilliana

+15 AP , +15 CS and +5 FVR | For Lilliana

Mammal

Oh, a game of imagination? That was something Lilliana very much liked. She tried to think about it. What would she be if she were to be another mammal? A fox perhaps? She did quite like those. They had an air of mystery about them and that was something she quite enjoyed. It was said sometimes that foxes led horses to secrets. She had on occasion tried follow one, but had had little luck. If she was a fox, she would do that to. On light paws, she would thread just in vicinity of a horse and if they noticed, scurry of. With quick paces she would cross through the bushes, only the most dedicated horse being able to track her down and then their reward would be shown as she had lead the way for them to follow. It would be quite wonderful to spent her time like that. If she had to pick any other animal she would probably pick a deer of sorts. She was quite charmed by their antlers after all. Let's ignore she is female and would be lacking them, this was a fantasy after all. If she got to pick her pelt it would be pure white. It would have something magical as she threaded through the woods, her coat making her seem as a ghost passing through the night. She would be like a spirit of the forest, ever moving, ever watching. Her antlers would be impressive and decorated with feathers and other things she liked. It had to be she had telekinesis too in her animal form of course. Maybe if she was feeling extra fanciful, she would paint her coat with fresh paints in patterns only she herself could understand. And if she carried a light, she could be a guide in the dark that the forests threw upon their travellers. If then any were lost, she would appear, light in place and gracefully yet unspeaking lead those who needed it away towards the place they needed to be. She supposed she would need to posses a brand of magic in that case, but she did care little about making things realistic.

(WC 361 words)

Bird

Being a bird was not that hard to imagine. Alya had already blessed her with two big wings on her back, both well suited for flight. If she became a bird, it would be a feature she could retain. She shared her wings with those of a sparrow. A simple bird if you thought about it, but it was something she didn't mind. She was grateful for what she had been gifted and could not wish for more in that aspect. Surely there were bigger or more colorful ones, but it was never said that bigger was necessarily better. So a small sparrow she would be. It would make her quite manoeuvrable with such a small size, though she would need to pay attention so she would not become a juicy snack for predators such as cats and bigger birds. Sparrow were quite charming in the way that they seemed to appear in groups. She would thus not be lacking socially if she were to become one. Another bird that was quite nice, was a peafowl. She'd again would want to have the male's feathers here, throwing any gender considerations away. Could you imagine how great those tail feathers would make her look? She would miss the ability of proper flight though. Flying was a nice feeling to her, even if it was tiring. Thinking about giving it up did not sit well with her. Another thing that was unattractive about them was their call. Though every animal was beautiful in their own aspect, she didn't appreciate their call at all. If anything, it had something haunting to it. Perhaps she could pick as she went? Sparrow wings, peafowl tail feathers and what more? Oh, she knew, the song of a song bird. She didn't know which bird had the most beautiful voice, but she guessed she would know when she heard. With her song she could bring horses to tears and the song would carry far through the air, reaching others, brining messages, all through singing. It would be very nice, perhaps she could pretend to be a nightingale then.

(WC 351 words)

Reptile

A snake perhaps?

Fish

No idea, something with pretty fins.

Mythical familiar

 

Such splendid options indeed, Lilliana could barely begin to pick. She had heard of those Aodhian faeries in whispers and tales, tiny horses with insect wings. She could imagine herself like this, tiny with pink glittering dust and delicate butterfly wings which were also pink in color. Or perhaps her wings could be blue or green or… There were clearly too many options. She had however also heard that these creatures could only ever feel one emotion at a time. What would this be like, feeling with a lack of depth. It could make life simpler, but also so much less colorful. Lilliana found herself repulsed by the thought, not wanting to feel anger without compassion, to feel happiness without knowing sadness in that moment. It felt so… flat. Not a life she would care to live at all. Of course if you knew nothing else, you would not care, but now with a choice, with that knowledge, she would pick something else any day, no matter their beauty. Perhaps she would choose to become an Ursa Major. She found herself smiling at the thought, her somewhat fragile self a mighty bear. Her starry heart would probably not glow all that bright, red or orange at best despite her age. Her coat would be red like she was now and she would have the size and build of a grizzly bear. Her dear Sirius could be ursa minor, his heart shining bright blue, and the two of them could cross Hireath together. Lilly mused if the tales about the beasts were true. Would she warn strangers of fire or perhaps bring luck to those who stumbled upon her? She would not know, but either way she would use her powers for good. Another creature she could see herself as was the Apana, the woolly inhabitant of her homeland. She would wish to be this gentle creature if not alone to set foot in Warforged again without risking harm. To see her mother and father, her aunt and sister, her friends. She would give anything for that even if she rarely would admit so. An apana watching her family, she would be.

(WC 361 words)

God

 

Lilliana had a hard time imagining herself as a god. The gods were so great, so unreachable. How could she ever wish to compare, even if it were mere fantasy? She could not imagine herself much differently than how she was now. The same red dun coat, the same roaning, the same red brown manes that fell down her neck. The same sparrow wings would stretch out beside her. The same hooves would touch the ground and the same eyes would watch the world. The same heart would feel for the horses she cared for. She could only imagine one single difference. If she were a god, she would be sound. There would be no coughs, no fevers, no passing out. She would not be tired and in pain. She would need no medicine. As a goddess her body was above that, her body was but an ethereal projection, it could not be harmed. If she were a god, she would not reside in the stars forever, like the gods did now. She would seek out her people, all horses, and travel the world, see all that could be seen, through ages and time. It would hurt of course. To see time go by, to see things change to see horses pass. There would be no shining knights for her in that reality, no life long friends. It would be like having and losing an eternity of children, over and over again. She suddenly felt unwell, her heart beating painfully in her chest. Tears sprung to her eyes, making their way down her cheeks. Just imagining it was hurtful, left a hollow in her chest and she was overcome by compassion for her gods, realizing they must have felt that for ages now. How did they bear? How could they still love them all when they must have experienced so much pain. They were divine to have such ability to love and loose an endless amount of times, to keep feeling like that. Perhaps it was why they were only seen in glimpses, showed themselves only to few. Lilliana felt her heart swell for them even more than before. If she were to be a god, she would be the god of compassion and give everyone such love.

(WC 378 words)

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I hate the reptile and fish panels. I started writing this the start of April, but didn't finish because of two, pffff.

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Art & character (c) me
Meme belongs to the group Starborn-Alignment