Post by M.R.Blackthorn on Jul 11, 2017 1:58:25 GMT
Although she comes from a good bit of mortal heritage, Fractured Dream, called Fracture for short, matriarch of Utur-Vyta's Ketzateri, does also indeed come from powerful, divine ancestry.
Fractured Past
As a cub, Fracture lived a simple life, surrounded by family and having many friends her own age. It was, in many ways, a happy existence, far from the rebellion against the gods that still waged on in other places. Her mother was among the first of the Ketzateri, and her father was among the last of the Ketertaz, though he was much more than that. His name was Mianmoae, a name that would be remembered by many in the ages to come, but as for the time Fracture was growing up, he might as well have been a nobody.
Mianmoae was a doting father, but unfortunately, Fracture would have no memories of his love for her. Extremists among the mortal rebels found out, somehow, Mianmoae and his siblings secret, a secret he himself did not know fully. He was indeed the grandson of Time himself, but it was not the lioness named Mist who was his mother. His true mother was the goddess Mariet, and in this time when any of divine blood were hated and persecuted, Mianmoae and his peaceful siblings were no exception. He was killed on the shores of a great river, one of the longest on all of Terra Fera, and with his death it's said the gods cursed the world, turning the river dark with his blood that would forever stain it so.
With no family, Fracture's mother was left to raise her single cub alone, and she in some ways gave thanks that her daughter did not take much after Mianmoae. The lioness settled far in the south, knowing few had ever called it home. She believed she was finally safe from all the troubles and fighting of the north, and could at last raise Fracture in peace. She was wrong.
One day, she left Fracture in their den and went out hunting, as she had done nearly every day. Fracture waited several hours before even leaving the den to explore the outside, expecting her mother's return within moments. But as she waited still, now outside the den, more hours passed. Somewhere in Fracture's instincts, something had already told her what had happened. Her mother wasn't going to return. Fracture was barely six months old by the time all this had happened.
Daughter of the Forest
Unsure of what to do, Fracture remained at the den the rest of the day and through the night. When she woke the next morning, there was quite a surprise waiting for her outside the den. A rabbit, freshly killed, but untouched, lay there waiting for her. It was a small thing, but she was still a cub by all means, and it would fill her now quite hungry stomach for a bit. She ate it gladly, not thinking of how strange it was to just be lying there waiting for her. She also thought nothing of the stranger who sat but a few paces away from the den.
Having no fear of the stranger, she approached the massive (in comparison to her that is) lion after finishing off the rabbit. As she did, Fracture saw as his form seemed to grow smaller, from that of a Ketertaz to that of a Ketzateri male.
"Who are you?" she asked, slightly at a distance. She was not quite as weary of the stranger as she was simply curious. Around him there was an aura of something she didn't quite understand, but it felt safe to her. "Do I know you?"
"We are kin, you and I," the stranger spoke. "More than that, I am the watcher over your kind, the Ketzateri." The stranger continued to explain himself to the young Ketzateri. He was Theron, god of the hunt and the forest. When Fracture's mother died, she had sent a plea out to him, but he had already been beckoned by another to come to Fracture's aid as well. It is unknown why exactly Theron would then raise Fracture practically as his own daughter, but it is because of him that she would one day become the great leader she would be.
Lady of the Ketzateri
When Etahoro came to Fracture asking that she rule Utur-Vyta's Ketzateri clan, she at first refused him. She never wanted to be anyone's ruler or leader, and she did not want to leave her home. When the ex-god insisted further, she asked him to give her a few days to think it over, and he agreed.
She went to Theron, her foster father, and asked for his advice. He encouraged her to accept Etahoro's offer, that Utur-Vyta would be a better place for her then the world she was born into. He also knew she was what the Ketzateri needed in order to guide them. They didn't need him anymore to guide them, but they still wanted it so. Fracture, who knew Theron's ways well, could lead them to the independence they deserved. More than that, she was kind and just in heart and mind, and she was truly the best Ket for the job.
With Theron's encouragement, Fracture agreed to Etahoro's request and came to Utur-Vyta. She rather quickly assumed her role as leader, and in ways some may say she channeled her grandmother quite well. While the Ketzateri elsewhere had grown custom to males having the lead role, Fracture made it clear no such "unspoken" law would exist within her clan, and there would be no fighting among themselves, as was Etahoro and Utura's wish. In many ways, she was, as Theron knew she would be, a leader who valued justice, but was also kind and compassionate.
Fractured Past
As a cub, Fracture lived a simple life, surrounded by family and having many friends her own age. It was, in many ways, a happy existence, far from the rebellion against the gods that still waged on in other places. Her mother was among the first of the Ketzateri, and her father was among the last of the Ketertaz, though he was much more than that. His name was Mianmoae, a name that would be remembered by many in the ages to come, but as for the time Fracture was growing up, he might as well have been a nobody.
Mianmoae was a doting father, but unfortunately, Fracture would have no memories of his love for her. Extremists among the mortal rebels found out, somehow, Mianmoae and his siblings secret, a secret he himself did not know fully. He was indeed the grandson of Time himself, but it was not the lioness named Mist who was his mother. His true mother was the goddess Mariet, and in this time when any of divine blood were hated and persecuted, Mianmoae and his peaceful siblings were no exception. He was killed on the shores of a great river, one of the longest on all of Terra Fera, and with his death it's said the gods cursed the world, turning the river dark with his blood that would forever stain it so.
With no family, Fracture's mother was left to raise her single cub alone, and she in some ways gave thanks that her daughter did not take much after Mianmoae. The lioness settled far in the south, knowing few had ever called it home. She believed she was finally safe from all the troubles and fighting of the north, and could at last raise Fracture in peace. She was wrong.
One day, she left Fracture in their den and went out hunting, as she had done nearly every day. Fracture waited several hours before even leaving the den to explore the outside, expecting her mother's return within moments. But as she waited still, now outside the den, more hours passed. Somewhere in Fracture's instincts, something had already told her what had happened. Her mother wasn't going to return. Fracture was barely six months old by the time all this had happened.
Daughter of the Forest
Unsure of what to do, Fracture remained at the den the rest of the day and through the night. When she woke the next morning, there was quite a surprise waiting for her outside the den. A rabbit, freshly killed, but untouched, lay there waiting for her. It was a small thing, but she was still a cub by all means, and it would fill her now quite hungry stomach for a bit. She ate it gladly, not thinking of how strange it was to just be lying there waiting for her. She also thought nothing of the stranger who sat but a few paces away from the den.
Having no fear of the stranger, she approached the massive (in comparison to her that is) lion after finishing off the rabbit. As she did, Fracture saw as his form seemed to grow smaller, from that of a Ketertaz to that of a Ketzateri male.
"Who are you?" she asked, slightly at a distance. She was not quite as weary of the stranger as she was simply curious. Around him there was an aura of something she didn't quite understand, but it felt safe to her. "Do I know you?"
"We are kin, you and I," the stranger spoke. "More than that, I am the watcher over your kind, the Ketzateri." The stranger continued to explain himself to the young Ketzateri. He was Theron, god of the hunt and the forest. When Fracture's mother died, she had sent a plea out to him, but he had already been beckoned by another to come to Fracture's aid as well. It is unknown why exactly Theron would then raise Fracture practically as his own daughter, but it is because of him that she would one day become the great leader she would be.
Lady of the Ketzateri
When Etahoro came to Fracture asking that she rule Utur-Vyta's Ketzateri clan, she at first refused him. She never wanted to be anyone's ruler or leader, and she did not want to leave her home. When the ex-god insisted further, she asked him to give her a few days to think it over, and he agreed.
She went to Theron, her foster father, and asked for his advice. He encouraged her to accept Etahoro's offer, that Utur-Vyta would be a better place for her then the world she was born into. He also knew she was what the Ketzateri needed in order to guide them. They didn't need him anymore to guide them, but they still wanted it so. Fracture, who knew Theron's ways well, could lead them to the independence they deserved. More than that, she was kind and just in heart and mind, and she was truly the best Ket for the job.
With Theron's encouragement, Fracture agreed to Etahoro's request and came to Utur-Vyta. She rather quickly assumed her role as leader, and in ways some may say she channeled her grandmother quite well. While the Ketzateri elsewhere had grown custom to males having the lead role, Fracture made it clear no such "unspoken" law would exist within her clan, and there would be no fighting among themselves, as was Etahoro and Utura's wish. In many ways, she was, as Theron knew she would be, a leader who valued justice, but was also kind and compassionate.