Aelleriaell Faoiltiarna, the Moonwolf of Scoia'tael

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Aelleriaell Faoiltiarna, the Moonwolf of Scoia'tael

Postby Ruagh » Sat Jun 27, 2020 4:20 pm

Sadness, bitter sadness, he is used to it. Still, it adds a feeling of tiredness, extremely tiredness from his long and adventurous life. Still, he will continue to struggle until all the human invaders are dead, or he is, which is more realistic, but then who cares?

Sitting in the forest surrounded only by the birds, he gazes at the flowers. Aelirenn, the White Rose of Shaerrawedd, liked them so much... Now She is gone, like the flowers of the countless summers that passed afterwards... But he is still alive, and until he is reunited with Her, he will try to gather as many lives as he can to avenge Her death. Skilled, scarred, and equipped with the holy relics few can even recognize - he radiates a feeling of power.

Isengrim Faoiltiarna during the rebellion called everybody together to join in setting their lands free from the human invaders. Lots of Aen Seidhe, Elder Blood, joined the fight against dh'oine, including the moon elves - yes, yes, they had daredevils too. The problem is, the daredevils were young, and only the young elves are fertile... were fertile. Almost all of them joined the Scoia'tael - and eventually died to the humans, vastly outnumbering the skilled non-human fighters. They died defending the ruins of their cities in Dol Blathanna - once standing proud and tall, so harmonical with nature... Yes, they are harmonical even in their ruin. He hadn't counted how many days had passed since the fall of Shaerrawedd - or how many years. Elven life is long but not eternal. The life thread will be forcefully cut by a sword or a powerful wild beast. He has no desire to count.

In his memory, they were walking the sunny roads together. The roads between the magnificent buildings, now merely the trails in the ruins, crumbling ruins, disappearing with the passed time. It was a long, long time ago. To him, it feels like it was just yesterday. Just yesterday he was holding Her hand. Only the pain in his soul reminded him it is not reality anymore. His reality is the endless fight, not only with the invaders, but also with his grief. It makes him feel empty inside. Yes, he is powerful and lucky to be alive with the countless deaths and resurrections, but that cant last for eternit. Noone will grab his sword when he leaves. Not his son, even if he could even forget Her, which is rather impossible due to his nature and the strength of their love, no other young elven females are left. Those who are alive cannot reproduce - they are doomed to die as a race, but not today! He fights humans sometimes with other humans by his side - who cares if they are helping to kill their own kin? Fighting beasts and even dragons, with those funny shorties, just for the feeling of being alive. While the others, at the point of his blade are not - that helps to fill the emptiness within him. Yes, it is temporary, but in the rage of battle he can forget, forget everything. He can feel alive again, more than just existing, alive.

He raises to his feet, another battle awaits somewhere - maybe he will be lucky enough not to win this time... Who knows. Va'esse deireadh aep eigean... The younger brother of Isengrim Faoiltiarna, Aelleriaell Faoiltiarna, the Moonwolf of Scoia'tael, rises to his feet and quietly moves forward, soon disappearing in the mosaic of the forest shadows.
Va'esse deireadh aep eigean... Something is ending...

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