Anwylyd Al'Vos
Minmatar Furian Alive
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Posted - 2007.06.25 19:59:00 -
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Anwylyd sub-consciously scratched the spot on his right breast where his Voluval was. His mark, the Serpent and Sword, was rare and misunderstood, often shrouded by controversy. The mark was little more then the rounded triangular head and flicking forked tongue of a serpent, but the defining portion of the mark was a vertical line, sword, through the head that lacked any melanin at all. The controversy being that the majority of such pale marks ended in exile for the bearer with only a few exceptions.
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Thankfully, being pale that he was already, most people had not recognized the twist of fate until after the ceremony. His essence instructor and the spirit conductor, though, had noticed immediately and had calmly guided him to the side before sending him out into the community. He stood there, lonely and confused, waiting for them to return, fearing exile. After the last of the others had completed their journey, both men returned to instruct him about the mark.
ôListen closely son,ö the conductor said, "I have only seen this Voluval once before, and I will warn you as I did the other. Your mark is an honor to bear, but many will not understand, and they will fear you. The Serpent and Sword implies an empowering wisdom and discernment, but also a lethality, which is where most will become hung up. The lethality does not mean a murderous, hateful, or vengeful nature; instead it implies more of a merciful retribution. There will come times in your life that people will betray your trust. Approach these times with understanding and forgiveness, but do not let the deeds go un-vindicated.ö
His instructor then chimed in, ôbe strong and confident in your place. Let none tell you that you are unwelcome.ö Both men looked at each other with a silent nod, almost as if validating the other, before ushering him out amongst the others.
As they had admonished, many people did not understand why he was allowed to stay, and a few became vocal about it. It came to the point that his father, being confused himself, covered Anwylyd, and forcefully took him away. His father was silent towards him for many days. The Voluval had somehow served to justify the anger he directed at Anwylyd over the death of his mother just after giving birth to him.
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The chirp of a new message snapped Anwylyd back to the present as a silent tear was washed away by the warmth of the shower. It is not his fault, he thought and once again reminded himself to forgive his father.
Anwylyd turned off the water and walked across his barren studio, only bothering to throw a towel around himself. Plopping into his desk chair, he quickly read the note, another cryptic tease from the Order. For the first time he felt exasperated by the taunt. There was only so much information he could gather, and not being a developmental scientist, and not having any known sleepers to work with, left him with no options other then the bread crumbs they titillated him with. No, this time he would ignore it, this time his curiosity did not respond. He was done trying to understand a race skewed by insecurity and judgment.
It was time to follow the old menÆs advice as he had with Dominatis; an Amarr he had befriended, but had returned the friendship with the murder of his beloved Evangeline. Anwylyd whispered a silent prayer for them both, and went about dressing.
Time to stop fearing what I can be.
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