Arien's Banners (pwn yours)

[Arien Verloren]

Hehe.. I'm bored. But, really, I'm just sorta showing my art-ness (hah. I made up that title SO THERE) and also, I will take any requeats I get. These are great for siggys, and even on lookups if you're really into the charrie...

So, my siggy is a banner, one that I made....
And so is this:


Hmm.. I see that's a bit confusing... Now, isn't it? Well.. I might post Aria's intro up here later, but you can see the ideas behind Arien's on my thread on the joining board. So yah. I realy dont have anything else to say....

[Arien Verloren]

Ok... I decided to post Aria's bio.intro.whatever/thingmabob here... and here it is...

Name: Aria Dolorosa
Age: ?? meh.. sometimes I RP in the past... go away... Ok? geeze..
Description: White paws, one by one, are placed carefully on the thick undergrowth. Barely making a sound, the mostly white wolf find her destination, and sits by the stream. This was her favorite place. The place for which she was named. And through the soft whispers of the trees in the cool night breeze, she heard the river's song. And it was indeed a sorrowful tune. It spoke straight to her heart, and she felt herself tipping her tan head back to the ever-present cold moon, letting forth a pirecing howl, joining as one with the river. She made a strange figure, there. A mostly cream-colored wolf, her fur standing up as if she was ready to fight to the death. Her spiky brown tail hung behind her, having almost no feminine elagance one would expect. Her brown eyes, though now closed, showed mostly watery pain when they saw the world, other wolves... how everything was slowly going down. And, worst of all, it seemed that she was the only one that noticed.

Personality: Although she has not experienced much of the pain of the world on her own, her heart goes out to those who have. It's as if she could feel the pain in her heart as clearly as if it really belonged there, goring and dwelling like some creature of the dark, living in a dank cave while the sorrow of the forest fed it it, nurtured it. Maybe even untill Aria couldn't take it anymore. But that might come later.. Shh!

History: She was born in a soft springtime, to her loving mother, who was everything the oppisite of her creul cousin, Arien. Aria, named partley after this aunt of hers, heard as a young pup the tales that surrounded the dark wolf. How she had hated her mother, threantened her mother, /killed/ her own mother. And every day she heard another one of these true stories, she shuddered. Whas there really and honestly so much creulty in the world? She grew up, ony hearing tales of darkness, instead of the ones of light, of joy, friendship, and love, that her tall elegant ears wished to hear. She dreamed forever of those stories, those tales that seemed so unbelievably unreal in her world, especially after Arien had finally come after her and her mother, Zoet. She rememered the bloody night well:

The silver moon shone softley on the dark forest, casting shadows between the twisting trees. Arien had appeared suddenly, out of a dark bush. She and her mother had been hunting, and were just setteing down to eat their kill. Arien flew out of the bushes, the true image of a night-mare creature. Her mouth was gaping, her green eyes wild. Blood spiked up her fur, glistening in the moonlight. She landed upon her mother with presicion, presicion only a practiced killer could muster. Zoet writhed beneath themore uscular wolf, but to no avail. Arien was wild, blood-thirsty, and murdered her there, in cold blood. Without any second thoughts, even for the poor pup. Panting, Arien had stepped back. Back not from Zoet, but from simply a mound of fur and blood. A once proud wolf. Aria, quivering, pressed herself into the ground. Arien had advanced upon her, the stench of blood flowing from her mouth. "Murderer," Aria had whispered, before running off into the trees. Arien made no attempt to follow. She, done with her business, walked off, a wolf, full of disbelief and hate, watching down on her from the stars. Aria had crept back, through the darkness, straight to the being which had one held her mother's soul. Arien, it appeared, had been flustered, and there was still a tiny spark of life left in Zoet. Aria had crept next to her mother, laying there beside the only wolf she had learned to love despite the blood on the ground, seeping into her fur. "Oh, mother," she had cried, cried out in pure lonliness. Zoet, coming not from the stars, but from her own body one last time, had replied: "Do not nourn for me, my love. For you have a life ahead of you."
Aria had leapt up, astonished. "But, mother!" she wailed, "How could I ever forget you?" Smiling, the old wolf's flanks heaved as blood flowed from her. It leeked from her mouth as well, spilling upon the ground where her daughter stood. "You shall have a name for which you shall never forget me. But remember me only in love, not in sorrow, my dear. I name ... you, Aria.... Dolorsa. And so, my love, remember me through this sad riever beside us, which can mourn for me while you go on. I wat you... to be happy." And with those last words, her mother lay still. Aria, crying, didn't leave her side untill the sun broke above the trees. And all night, the river had told her all the stories of her mother in the later life. And they were happy stories, like the ones she had always been longing for.


And, yes, in case anyone was wondering, this is the character I play in Ethereal Dreams...