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xov thao 12b [Bella] Tribute 424 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 27, 2024 20:53:31 GMT -5	biyn forrester \| d7 - done Jan 16, 2024 15:39:06 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Jan 16, 2024 15:39:06 GMT -5 biyn the giant sixteen
	Last Edit: Jan 17, 2024 15:50:32 GMT -5 by xov thao 12b [Bella] ("there's nothing to fear")

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biyn forrester | d7 - done Jan 17, 2024 15:40:26 GMT -5

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Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Jan 17, 2024 15:40:26 GMT -5

You were a baby when they brought you into their world of frost and fire. When you were old enough to ask for the tale of your bringing, they said you never cried, that you had been born empty-headed, and that was a beautiful gift. So you didn't think, only listened and obeyed. Your mind was an empty vessel, theirs for the taking.

From the beginning, you loved them without question.

Difference was marked in your hazel eyes and chestnut hair, and most of all the sheer size of you, six feet by the age of sixteen and still growing. All you knew about your birth parents was that they had been enemies of the Forresters, terrible folk, and so they had saved you and blessed you as one of their kin. They claimed giant's blood ran through your veins, and that your massive height bode a cruel fate at the hands of the gods.

Thus your naming was a gift from your saviors. You were called "Biyn," strong, and to become so was your binding duty.

Every day, you trained. You followed the quail to their nests and drank their eggs raw, you learned to slay both boar and buck, dragging them home to be divided. They rewarded you with the dark meat of the liver, which you received happily, savoring each raw bite as it nourished your muscles. Each morning, in the purple light of dawn, you hung naked from the branches of the oak tree, the sinews of your lily-white arms straining in the icy wind as the gods bore witness to the making and breaking of your body.

At night you stood watch at the edge of the wilds, the hound Tómur at your heel. On quiet nights you observed the beasts of the forest in their rhythm, how they clicked and howled and sung, fluttered and flashed between the trees. Their beauty would draw up a strange stirring in your ribcage, but you could not describe them as you knew your pure-blooded brethren could. They had a way with stories that you would never have. The words eluded you, always.

You ached to drink the mead of poetry, but could not name the thirst.

Its syrupy sweetness was not brewed to pass your lips. It was meant for those divine beings with the silver-white hair, the long, delicate fingers, and those striking blue eyes.

Meanwhile, your hazel ones were left with scattered images that you could not name.

Like that figure skulking at the edge of their land one night as you stood watch. It crept through the underbrush towards the place where your family slept, towards the home that had welcomed you with open arms. The intruder carried a notebook and camera, and then the lens was raised, pointed, aimed to shoot. Ready to take a piece of your world that belonged only to the chosen.

How they praised you when you crushed his head in your hands.

The span of your hulking fingers wrapped around the skull so tightly that strands of wiry hair dug into your palms, drawing blood. In your fingers the tendons rippled and tightened, while the frightened eyes began to bulge and change color, the cranium finally giving way at the temples, gushing warm rivulets of blood down your shirtsleeves. When you saw how it soiled your clothes, you began to weep for the first time you could remember.

The others awoke to the sound of Tómur barking, and a good sister kneeled to press your head to her breast, told you to save your tears.

So you tore your soiled clothes, soaked with the mingled blood of your hands and your victim, and laid them in the freshly fallen snow.

You were Biyn, the strong, with the blood of giants, and you had been brought here to protect. You had earned your name.

The old gods had tasted your offering, and they were smiling.

Last Edit: Jan 17, 2024 15:48:45 GMT -5 by xov thao 12b [Bella]

("there's nothing to fear")

xov thao 12b [Bella] Tribute 424 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 27, 2024 20:53:31 GMT -5	biyn forrester \| d7 - done Jan 17, 2024 15:49:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Jan 17, 2024 15:49:54 GMT -5 i think he done ripred_bot
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fox Graphics 1,363 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 25, 2024 12:23:42 GMT -5 but a butt ?	biyn forrester \| d7 - done Jan 17, 2024 19:46:49 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by fox on Jan 17, 2024 19:46:49 GMT -5 thats my big lil guy!!!