Kachina
Pet Name: Kachina
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Wintergala Gourix
Born: March 26, 2009
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Love
MisticPal Age: 5700 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 1
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Dragon Vinegar
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
3. - Flaming Herbs
4. - Pyramid Cake
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
3. - Flaming Herbs
4. - Pyramid Cake
The wind begs the trees to talk, rustling their leaves, begging for attention.
The moss dreams, while stones stand rigid, watchful.
Spry, little green tufts soften and comfort the cold and lonely ground.
Roots dig deep, speaking to the ancient earth of things old but not quite yet forgotten.
Dying, brittle things lay scattered. Their voices are faint, but what can be heard are little whispers of whimsy and longing.
I hear them all. I will talk too, but not often. Mostly I sit, listening.
It is here, where wild things reside, that I find myself
the most at home.
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"I find myself intertwined with the life of stars; when they fizzle into darkness I can't help but feel as if we have lost something important, something grand."
ID No. 11F
Kachina; "a type of deified ancestral spirit"
mysterious || capable || headstrong || proud
"The Guardian"
Kachina's birth was a peculiar thing. She simply decided that enough was enough, and that she was to exist in the world, and after a time of thought she built her body and then dove, headlong, into physical existence.
She does not entirely remember this, unfortunately, so has yet to realize just how much power she has. This does not put a damper on how she perceives herself however. She has an inflated sense of self-importance and is proud to a fault. She tends to act in self-interest. She tends to be odd and nonconforming, and does not blend into normalcy very well. Kachina does not feel a need for material things, and is in fact quite content with little to no possessions.
She has at least realized one ability within herself. She can converse with wild things, and knows anything voiceless with a great intimacy. She can hear the stones, the trees, the very wind in the same way that others hear speech. She is often mesmerized by the simplest of things: the sound of wind through the grass, the way the clouds travel and shape themselves, the night sky, sunsets, etc.
She remembers within her, quite vaguely, a sense of weakness and vulnerability. This feeling lends to a protectiveness within her. She feels a great need to protect, and if she comes across any thing or person that needs protection, she will not hesitate include herself. This is her passion, what drives her, and a key part of what convinced her incarnate in this realm. It is essentially her greater purpose. She strives to be a great protector, a guardian of sorts, perhaps even the kind that would be marked timelessly in legend.
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Come and match your footsteps to mine
so that we might understand our brothers' plight,
so that the wounded heart may never walk alone.
Come and understand that we are not here to fight each other,
but to laugh and love, and to teach others
exactly how to do the same.
Come, and deny me not, to learn the face of a stranger,
to taste wondrous adventures on your lips,
and to take with you memories to warm a winter day.
Come, come and dance in wicked moonlight,
with the shady creatures of the night,
to learn what it is like on the other side.
Come and bask with me in sunlight,
to greater appreciate
how wonderful the boring days are.
Come fly away with me,
from highest heights, to deepest depths,
come and learn the language of freedom,
come to sing the songs of wild winds,
and follow the tracks of dawn
all the way to the weighty sighs of dusk.
Come,
and take my hand;
let's live this life together.
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A whimsical, flighty, introverted thing was I. I was built, deep beneath the earth, in a place where feelings took not the shape of words. A place of bliss, of dormant chaos, of infinite wholeness inspired by carnal beauty. I was clay, and into it I molded myself in the image of my aspirations, so that I may travel far above, into this realm of mortal cruelty, mortal love.
I suppose it was simply for want of a more defined perception. Down, down below, things were of a similar mind and nature. Those things mingled, where they might feel the essence of contentment without individual thought. Though the ideal was comforting, I sought out different freedoms, and began to break apart from the lower world, to join the actively chaotic in the upper. My being strived for rein, so I stole myself away, developing my body and mind in tune with my heart.
Drawing on the natural, raw energies of the lower realm, a pressure built. Rivers uncoiled within me and spilled outwards. What was once an ethereal whisper became a solidified roar. Tremors resonated, followed by waves of cold fire. Fire that flickered and eventually expanded.
I, previously a mere conception, an idea, a sense of being no bigger than a fly, awoke to trees and grass and crickets, and, and... life.
My haggard, deflated lungs took in sweet spring air. An eye cracked open and was blinded by the gentlest of moonlight. I shut it quickly. My heart took to fluttering beneath my breastbone. My heart, I thought. I have a heart.
I inhaled again and again, reveling in the purity of this simple motion. Becoming aware of myself more and more, I noticed limbs, muscle, skin, and scales. I explored my new body thought by thought, all the while breathing. Just breathing.
Light danced just around my eyelids and I could not resist, so open they went. I winced, for the second time, understanding only just that this reaction was reflexive. The light was not so bad this time. I peeked wonderingly about me, finding only the music of bugs and plants to greet me, for I had chosen a remote little glade to begin the odd process of rebirth.
Moonlight heralded my arrival, I thought, but I did not yet think with words. It was a simple knowing: this moment was here for me, meant only for me.
Time has come to show me that the moonlight will flow regardless of my presence, of course, but I like to think our spontaneous affair was not quite unbeknownst to the heavens.
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Kachina belongs to Apache.
Renamed Kachin -> Kachina
Boxed WinterGala on 4/18/09!
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