#6 God Audition for Estreya!

(Estreya)

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."

Estreya was calm that morning. She had visited the same quail she had met yesterday and was pleased to see that the small bird’s eggs had hatched. The plump little chicks had been fearful of the doe at first, but quickly warmed up to her welcoming presence and they flocked around her hooves. She had always been fond of small animals, but the chicks, and fawns, and pups, and kittens were too adorable to bear. No matter what went on around her, she always managed to find herself with a child of some sort. They flocked to her, just as she flocked to them. It was a welcoming feeling that sent warmth through her body, a maternal sense. She was the creator of life, so it was almost a no-brainer that she enjoyed the newborns.

The doe was walking peacefully through the forest. The sun normally would have heated her smooth, white pelt, but she was translucent— like a spirit waltzing among the trees. Estreya paused a moment, a coldness sweeping past her legs. Turning, she eyed a young spruce tree dwarfed by a bulky mature one. It had not been able to gather the nutrients needed to grow, for the larger one greedily lapped it away. A string of empathy tugged at her heart and she ambled toward it on her dainty luminous hooves. Behind her small flowers of various colors sprouted, but she was not worried. They soon would fall away, removing any trace that the god had been present. The doe whispered a prayer and bent her nose to lightly brush the dying sapling. A calming wind rustled the treetops just then, and it swayed the grass in a relaxing state. A few leaves whisked away to follow the air stream. She inhaled the cool air, closed her eyes, and let out air through her mouth. In a faint white sparkling mist, the god’s cleansing breath showered the plant which shuddered delightfully in response. The sapling shivered and started to grow, and Estreya stepped back with delight in her heart and spirit in her eyes. The transparent doe watched it strengthen and stretch upwards, nurtured by her gift.

There was now no need to watch, and so the spirit deer turned away and continued on her stroll. The sapling would now grow to a strong, proud tree. Perhaps she would visit it soon and it would speak to her of the wonders it would see, all the creatures, both big and small. While Estreya would normally be out basking in the warming morning sun, speaking with those who she gave life, she felt as though lately she had been neglecting the world around her. So, she shielded herself from the mobile being of the forest, so she could listen to the whispers of the trees, and chuckling of the grass, and the low humming of the wind. Estreya smiled as she passed through a large tree and gathered its thoughts. Earlier, just as the sun was rising, the tree had sheltered a mother fox and her kit from the light rain Estreya had sent through the lands to cleanse the air. As she stepped out of the solid tree, it groaned and swayed from the contact of the god, which only made her smile and give it a pleased nod.

As she walked and bent to nose at some new flowers to help them grow, she wondered what Rottair was doing. While he was the harbinger of death and a rather elusive guy, she valued him as a partner and friend. Without death, there cannot be life, and she silently thanked the wolf, wherever he may be. A wild flower tickled her hock as she passed by, making the doe giggle and send it a warming glance. Estreya suddenly caught herself staring at the White Oak. It had been calling to her, aching for the god’s company, and she was blindly answering it. And so, responsive to the tree’s call, she found herself laying against it, her translucent white body nearly invisible now. She laid her head against an exposed root and smiled at the heat the tree emanated from her touch. The doe closed her large loving eyes and let the forest settle to her presence as she solidified her appearance. It wasn’t long before she heard chirping and chuffing and when she peeled her eyelids back and raised her head, a plethora of small creatures had flocked around her.

They had been attracted by her overwhelming presence of power, security, sanctuary, and so they hustled in close to the doe that lay among them. Pleased and delighted that so many had come to her unintentional call, she started to hum softly. Chipmunks started to huddle against her legs, swaying to her voice— birds hopped close and roosted on the exposed roots of the White Oak— and even some foxes and weasels arrived to relish in the god’s song. Estreya welcomed their presence calmly and swayed her head back and forth as she started to sing. Her voice was calm and comforting, and the forest quieted to her sound. Animals so content and at peace with the god, were lulled to sleep, while others fought sleep to listen to her. Estreya found herself lost in time as her voice soothed the forest and its beings, and before she knew what had happened, the sun was starting to tilt out of the sky. Carefully altering her voice to a different, more soothing tone, she began a new song as she surveyed her audience. Predator and prey were present, each not bothered by the other, for in the presence of the god of life, there would be no blood shed. Closing her eyes, she sang.

"Dors, ma colombe,
Dors, il fait sombre
Sur nous la nuit doucement descend;
Dors, ma lumière
Clos ta paupière

Chante la mère en berçant l'enfant
Venez beaux anges et faites résonner
Les divins accords qui savent charmer
Venez beaux anges et doucement chantez
Afin que s'endorme l'enfant adore."

As she sang, her body started to illuminate into the darkening sky until she was lighting the creatures around her with a soft white glow. She let her voice softly command those surrounding her to sleep, and she swayed her head to the rhythm of her own song. By the time the god had finished, the beings around her had fallen into a slumber that would give them peaceful dreams. Pleased with the love and peace surrounding the White Oak tonight, Estreya’s light started to dim and she evaporated into the night air, leaving the audience to sleep in peace until the next morning.





word count; 1,109
tags; N/A
notes;Oh GOODNESS GRACIOUS! I about died when I saw Estreya's position was open <3 Sorry about the length, I got very excited, haha!

Oh, by the way (In case anyone was wondering) Estreya's quote is from Shakespeare, and her song is a French lullaby called Dors, ma colombe ^^

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for one known as the entity of life, estreya knew an awful lot about death.

"this place reeks of death," some would find the occasion to say, wrinkling their noses and stepping with confidence and with solid strides, and to them the doe could only shake her head, for death was not merely a smell. there was the smell of decay, and then there was the experience of death.

death is the arrow of fear slicing through the protective haze of ignorance, abolishing the fog as it strikes deep within flesh, its head tipped with the poison of terror that spreads and consumes with every breath--and every bit of it beginning with the sight of a body limp upon the ground. it is the shaking of long legs as one steps forward, jaw quivering and tail quaking with uncertainty. it is the lowering of the dial and the brush of a nose against chilled fur that had once been vibrant with heated life. it is the mumbles and prayers, willing for the fallen individual to rise--to lift their eyelids and laugh about how badly they had their friend and that they should have seen the look on their faces. it is the scent of their being, faded and stale. it is the taste of the blood in the air, or lack thereof, staining your tongue even if the latter is the case.

it is pain.

she lifted her head, stirring from what she decided was either idle thought or waking dream, eyes opening to reveal earth-hued optics. in through her boxed nostrils she drew in air, welcoming the atmosphere's contents into her body, comforted by the feeling of her world residing within her once more. she expelled the welcome guest, only to apologize with allowing its re-entry. she unfurled her curled bodice and then pulled herself steadily to her cloven hooves, taking care of their placement about the plants beneath her, still considerate to even the non-sentient organisms she had birthed from her presence.

"thirsty, you say?" came a statement, slipping past her coral-flushed lips, followed by an affable rumble of a chuckle rolling from deep within the confines of her chest. she took chameleon-slow steps forward, stretching by extending her spindly limbs out, one at a time, and her muscles shuddered from the gentle but pleasant exertion. each motion was done gradually as she took it upon herself to not bring harm the guests upon her form.

as if borne from the womb of mother nature herself, the fae bore the weight of growing life--external life. life that she considered as much a part of her as if it were her own child nurtured within her flesh. fed not by an umbilical cord or a placenta were these beings, but instead, these life forms thrived off of moisture. despite the fact that she, the humble estreya, was the mother of these heirs to world's livelihood, it was the darkness that cradled them and murmured and sang them to sleep. as estreya had found, water and night had proven themselves worthy parents.

the beloved children clung to every underside surface that saw little chafing or harmful elements, most of them moss and basic forms of algae. her jawline was bordered by this greenery, tracing a careful path of verdant carpet down the front of her neck before finally encroaching upon the planes of her chest and underbelly. they thinly adorned the backs of her legs, though they were nearly absent at the joints, clutching desperately to her pelt. her tail's milky underside was lost under this lichen. in fact, most of her fur had fallen prey to similar visibility issues. though it was easy enough to identify that her base pelt was of golden wheat due to the lack of moss on the vertical surfaces of her body, it was more difficult to glimpse her bleached underbelly of what probably was once the purest of whites.

she moved slowly, finding no reason to rush her stroll to her frequented pond. she sighed, recalling the thoughts that had torn her mind asunder only a few minutes ago. the lass had learned long ago that she had no rights to tamper with rottair's role in the forest. one might see it as unfair or undeserving that she give life to an organism and allow for him to take it while not allowing herself to bring them back after their existences came in contact with the fatal side of the canine's presence. she had reasoned that his work had just as much purpose as hers, and to maintain balance, it was best if his bidding went uncontested.

of course, it was only natural to be spiteful towards death. despite his role, the fae had never allowed for his role to hammer a painful dividing wedge of hate into their relationship. she was grateful for the diligent upkeep of his role, and in many ways, she found him to be like the older brother she had never had. she wasn't sure if he knew it or not, but she held him close to her heart. hm, she mused within the confines of her mind, brows furrowing with thought. i'll have to make sure he knows that sometime. if there was one thing that almost every being regretted, it was not being able to tell a friend who fell prey to death how much they had meant to them. immortal gods or not, she would definitely bring it up someday--that was a promise.

estreya huffed as an itch plagued her nasal cavities, returning her conscious attention to the physical world unaffiliated with the realm of her thoughts. lips upturned to etch a smile onto her visage as her vision focused on a body of water layered with water lilies, the area cast in cool hues by the night, the milky moon waving its greeting her in the reflection of the waters. her teardrop auds flicked as frog-song poured into them as smoothly of water. pleased by this indication of environmental health, the doe stepped into the body of the water, daggers sinking into the silt constructed of fertile droppings and fine soil, venturing only until her fetlocks met the previously-unbroken surface. she began her usual routine of 'feeding,' as she called it, and gently flicked her front forelegs toward her stomach to offer water to the moss in residence there.

by one method or another, she managed her task with ease gained only by practice, and then returned to the more-solid ground of the banks, lids dropping to envelope her vision in darkness, taking in the scents around her. after a few moments the sound of hooves on the other side of the pond caressed her forward-pushed ears, and within the blink of an eye every ounce of moss fell from her bodice, glowing very lightly as it dissolved and vanished before it hit the ground. in the place of the goddess was her mortal-appearing form; an average, white-tailed doe of lovely brown shades, tail bearing the usual white shadow. she blinked her now-ochre eyes at the stag outlined against the moonlight, only the slight glare of his eyes visible. with a knowing smirk she turned and withdrew into the depths, appearance altering to its usual moss-cloaked form as she exited view.

maybe some other day, when she was not overshadowed by thoughts of death and why those she met died, would she approach the male with a friendly greeting and a welcoming smile. in the distance a bugle sounded, and her curiosity piqued at the sound lacking distress but void of greeting or welcome.

"come, my children. let us observe what may be amiss, and go from there," she crooned adoringly, voice laced enough with femininity to discern her true gender, but laden relatively with a lower octave to offer a smooth timbre of a consistency similar to the velvet of molting antlers. the goddess stepped into the tar of the shadows that evaded the light of the moon with a warm chuckle.

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[ notes ; ] I really didn't mean for this to be so long, I'm sorry. :'c I tried not to alter her appearance too much, but I was fond of the idea of the moss. If you can't quite visualize the positioning and such of the greenery, I manipped an equine character once with similar inspiration, and it looks somewhere along the lines of this, except with the build of deer it would look like a lot more moss due to her more thin anatomy. ^^;

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I really hope it wasn't a bore that dragged on for too long. ^^; I understand that I didn't capture her social aspect towards others as much as I (or possibly you) would have liked, but hopefully I expressed that and her gentle nature in some way in her simple attitude toward the moss? But yes, thank you! c:

If whoever wins likes this table and wants it, they are free to have it. c:

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I would just like to point out that I play the other god, Rottair, and there is already a bit of an established relationship between the two of them. Please check my logs and review his profile. Good luck to you all! <3