Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Wvir . The city had once been one of the most important of it's days, about a thousand years or so ago. For centuries, the city was known for it's power and wealth..for it's unique beings The Sea Giants. Beings so large and massive that had come from the sea, and stood over forty feet tale. Men. Warriors. Known for their aquatic colored skin, and the helmets they wore to war. The last ones had died a thousand year ago...and no more had emerged from the sea since then... The city of Wvir had felt the downhill slope. Once full of nothing but the richest people, the populace had become poor. Known for it's colorful shells and pearls, the sea had been over fished to the point the pearls had become nonexistent. Much like the Sea Giants that had once lived there...the city had become much of a ghost town. There were few rich prosperous people, and three thirds of the city had fallen into ruin and slums. The city had turned from trade of colorful shells, pearls worth more than the finest jewelry, to selling and buying of slaves. Wvir...once known for it's diverse populace..had since segregated in the last five hundred years. Those in power? Typically white. Sad it was..but this was one of the less pleasant cities in all of the planet. Still. It was by no means the worst of them. Abinon Theriko Amongst the wealthy, Abinon Theriko lived. An older man who resided in the Sigil of the capital, a head of the mass council of elder men that oversaw the city of Wvir..as well as several neighboring smaller villages that had since become ignored by the Kingdom and Masked ones over the centuries. Once he had been rigid and judgmental. Remaining with his people, the Whites..the wealthy. He cared little for the poor, or any other creature that was no human. To him, he originally wanted them all to be beneath his feet. Simply. Things had changed. Forty-eight. Abinon had still been in his prime at this point. Bitter and cruel. He had taken a stroll as he did many days, along the beach side of Wviren in front of his golden mansion. Everyday he passed the sapphire waves, a mix of lilac in the ocean. Everyday it brushed his feet as he moved over to a large fixation of rocks that jutted out of the ground and formed a cliff that overlooked a shall of water. He'd walk there to the edge where the rocks. He'd sit at the edge and look at the bottom wondering if he should end it all. You see...Abinon had never been happy. He knew something was missing in his life. He knew something was wrong. But he had been raised to not share his feelings, so he sulked. Today he had planned to end it all once and for all. Today. The Universe mocked him with joy...Abinon had stumble over a shell. A clam shell of mixtures of whites and blues that looked like the ones that used to carry pearls. Once he had seen so many drawings of. Desperate for more wealth, Abinon had run to the shell he had seen washed up on shore. The thing was roughly two feet long, and two feet deep. Closed tightly, Abinon picked the shell up trying to force it open with his bear hands. He had picked up the shell, ready to slam it on the ground to break it open to find the pearl inside. The shell was above his head and he was ready for the motion... Magical little thing the clam was. It opened it's jaws, bitching off a few of his finger son his left hand, a pinky, a middle finger. Abindon dropped the clam, blood coming from the front. It bounced gently on the sand before stilling. The shell glowed, sparkled like glitter rained from the shy, before it slowly opened it's jaws. Abinon cursed ready to smash the clam with his foot when it opened fully. He heard the cries of a child before he saw the thing a little new born baby girl with blue fluff hair and skin as pale as snow. One look at the child and Abinon knew what had been missing from his. Love. At seventy-four. Abinon was known for raising a blue haired girl, as well as throwing massive parties in the city of Wvir. Everyone was welcome to his lavish parties. No judgement on skin color, race, status. So, no one stole from Abinon. Often, Abinon would guide them through his home on tours. Such as days like this. Here! Abinon was a man of five and eight. His white hair stood straight out to the left or right, and he bald on top. Gold fingers replaced the ones he had lost to the clam. He jumped up and down in his gold robes, pointing to large paintings on the wall as he walked through the hall fo his home. The carpet stretched out, blue, shells lined the bottom of the walls in greens and whites, and the tiniest shells made the wallpaper. But, he pointed to the paintings of people in love, figures of important. Aren't they wonderful? My daughter is so talented! Abinon would chirp and laugh pleasantly with a glass of ale in hand. He bounced through the hall pointing at this one or that, but the further the lot got down the hall, the more the paintings changed. Recently..My daughter's work has been changing. Abinon pointed to a painting of madness that was hung with chair next to a portrait of a King. The painting was a furry of colors, a madness of sharp edges and shapes, as well as a mix of whimsical lines. It's been within the last few months her paintings have turned to this. But! They have been selling like hotcakes! Haha! I barely even get to have a conversation with the child anymore before she dismisses me to go back to her work. Abinon raised his cup. A mingle of people were behind him, but he seemed to care not how many or what they were. Or in fact what they said. He only paid attention to the praises he got about his daughter's work. Who is your daughter again? I've heard rumors she had hair as blue as the ocean.. A woman sneered, no doubt many women were jealous of the looks his daughter got. Abinon turned on his heels, lips around his glass, head back drinking. The ale ran down his beard, and his eyes burned wild this green hues, as he looked at the haughty woman. My daughter is Yerinia Theriko. Yes! He raised his empty glass above his head. Drunk with glee. Always smiling, happy, laughing. Her hair is the most perfect blue. Only the sea is her rival. He brought his cup down, large golden doors stood behind him. People were screaming and cheering behind it, music playing. Although.. Abinon paused as his hand was on the doors to open it. I think they have become great friends over the years. On day's like this..you'll find her by the ocean doing her work. Allowing the waves to move her to paint. He smiled, a proud look before ushering them forward as he opened the door to display the party behind. Now! Let us enjoy this blissful day! Abinon slide inside, disappearing amongst the crowd. Yerinia Theriko Abinon knew her all too well. After all he had raised her. Not once had he told her the truth of where she came from. Not once had he told anyone where she came from the ocean of Wviren. People would want to harm her. Or take her to study. Some would even want to steal her for popularity. So..Abinon did what any good parent would do he lied to her and those around her. If you asked him..Well then you would not get the truth. Now would you? Yerinia Theriko was exactly where Abinon said she would be by the ocean doing her artwork. She always went to that cliff, the cliff he used to walk everyday before finding her. There was a small cave under the cliff, that Yerinia had found as a child. Abinon had never told her that was where he had found her. Yet still, the girl had been drawn to the site. It was no surprise she would be here anymore when the weather was good, but Yerinia always hid in the shade. Canvas she had made form ground down seashells and planks from the forest behind, rested against rock. The pieces were large, anywhere from twelve feet height and twenty feet long to longer or taller. Majority of the canvas here was roughly twelve by twelve. half of it was smaller, six feet and under. Often, she would have to pull the canvas, move it on the ground and walk around it to paint. Her paints were lined up around the sand in large shells. Shells she had found here, that she no longer tried to move. Her colors were just shells just ground down to a power, and with the mix of jellyfish ground up, it made her paints. The ocean was a few feet away from where her canvas and shells were setup, but the waves never seemed to come too close to her work. They stayed just the right distance away. They provided a soothing sound that drew her in, that made her relax... Relaxtion is what she needed anymore. In the past months she had moved out here to calm herself down..but Yerinia could no longer paint what she had sketched out. She knew something was controlling her, forcing her to paint it's work and not her own. So here she was, on the beach, a canvas under her. Yerinia was small, standing only five and three if she was not on all fours at the moment. Her knees were on the edge of the canvas, right hand propping her up. Her left hand was coated in red paint, and she was stirring it on the canvas with her hand, mixing yellows and greens together. However, the edges always came out sharp, and no matter how much she aimed to fix it, it ended up the someway. Mine. The voice called to her, snarling at her. Yes.. Yerinia knew better than to fight the voice when it made her paint. It's anger showing through her hand. Her ass was in the air, a pink skirt she wore had been folded up and pinned to make makeshift pants. Her feet bare, her skin white as snow or a sea shell. Her blue eyes were drawn to the canvas, almost as though she could see nothing else. Her pale ears were revealed, her long blue hair pulled back behind her head in a long ponytail that fell over her right shoulder and into the paint. Her top was a dark navy blue, and had pulled up as well to not fall on the canvas as she moved. Her pink lips were parted on her round face, high arched brows furrowed in concentration. Long black eyelashes stared down her small button nose to look at the masterpiece she was making...all while the voice growled in her head.