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Prisma's claws dragged against the blackened ground of Hades, long tail swaying behind him. His ears remained drooped low, entire demeanor more lax than his mind. It had been months since he left Hades to wander the Elysium, not wanting to risk running into any loyalists to their beloved Weaver and getting into a fight. He had no weapon, not yet. It would be ugly if he only had his teeth and claws. He trudged towards a barely functional hut near a pile of stones and a broken trunk. Wit...

Fuki wiped her face with her claws, sniffling softly as she sat down near a bush. She had gotten a fair distance away from her home. “This is the end isn’t it.” She whimpers. It wasn’t even a full hour since what felt like her exile from her home. The cherub dug her claws into the fur on her cheeks and she curled up against the bush before jumping when she heard a small bark. Fuki stared wide eyed and quickly backed up, ears perked forward. “H-…hello??” A small bit...

The first thing Fuki could remember seeing was her parents. She could feel the warm breeze of the Elysium, the soft songs of their worship, the soft fur of her mother. It was nice …oh how she craved to let it last. The mother ducked her head down, gently burying her muzzle into the newborn's body. A small, cheerful squeak followed. What joy the parents felt that day. To be able to hold such a small phim in their claws, to be able to coo and sing to it and hear the chirps. The three f...

Annoying. How annoying. The Elysiphim glares up towards the blackened sky. It barely ever shined like he remembered, as if he had much to remember. His parents had been in Hades for as long as he knew, and he was doomed to fall himself. He figured that it was just what The Weaver had sewn for him, the strings were too faulty to mean anything good and this was the payment. How annoying. He rested his head on his paw and looked across the blackened land with his body outstretched and his...

Fuki’s nose wrinkled as she stared at the materials she had picked, then looked back over to the different weapons on display. She picked a bow…mainly out of panic and impatience. Obtaining a weapon would mean she would get to come home sooner. That’s all that mattered to her. If she could show her father her weapon and that she could wield it properly, she might be accepted by him again. It was something that she doubted she would ever do, but if this was the only way t...

A soft melody played in the distance, many instruments swelling the air with music. So harmonious, so loving, so… cheerful. A stubby legged Elysiphim walled out of her childhood home, looking up at the ever-sunny sky with eyes full of worry. She frowns and glances back to the door, where a larger pair of Elysiphim stood. One had a pelt made of reds and browns; her legs also stubby as well as a lack of claws that was mostly common among the Elysiphim. And as for the other, his coat wa...

“What’s next?” Thornmael hummed in thought, “ah yes, the frame! Those materials won’t do you any good without a frame to shape ‘em into.” He grins and walks over to a row of different weapons on their respective mounts, along with less common frames. Fuki couldn’t help but begin to grow giddy just from picking the materials alone, ears perked up and eyes glistening. “My own weapon…” it wasn’t something she ever really thought of obtaining. She never really favor...

 Fuki stumbled upon the building, just at the edge of the darkness. She could feel her arms beginning to grow tired from carrying Ibuki all the way with her. She really needed to buy a carrier for them or something.  The Elysiphim finally let herself land once she was sure this was it. Nothing else looked as strange as this did. It was far enough from the rest of Elysium that not even the songs of the delighted could be heard. No harps, no chirps, just the wind and the soun...

The sun was so warm. Warm enough to keep the flowers and leaves from paling, warm enough to keep the water from freezing. It was so warm that Fuki did not want to get up. She kept her muzzle hidden between her stubby legs, relaxing in the golden grass as the breeze hit her fur and feathers just the right amount to keep her perfectly content. Perhaps she could hear the harps of the delighted from here, endless chirps and chitters, dance and song. She was content to stay where she was. In the w...