#Kipcha

[somethingclevermahogony]

As Promised! A Recipe for Kipsha (Sort of)

Hello everyone! A few days ago I said that, as a way to celebrate reaching 100 followers that I would make one of the dishes from the setting of my WIP. And I did that! Kind of. You see it turns out that Sainsbury's or at least Google, lied to me, and so I was unable to find barely which was a necessary component of this recipe. Even worse when I returned home I found that the only wheat flour that I had was self-rising. And so, I did not make Kipsha (recipe here) which is eaten in the western and central parts of Kishetal, rather I made Kipisa which is eaten on eastern border of Kishetal and Makur in cities like Kutar and Nabi (shown below).

The primary difference between Kipsha and Kipisa is the grain used. Kipisa is made with rye while Kipsha is made with barley. In addition, Kipisa is often served with butter. Butter as a culinary ingredient is almost entirely limited to the eastern plains, where it preferred to or eaten alongside olive oil. Saramuk Ukishiya, meaning "Butter Eater" (Saramuk coming from the Lakuri word for butter, Shayram) is a common derrogatory term used to refer to those people living in the region shown above. The recipe is below the cut!

Kipisa

Kipsha or Kipisa or Kipcha is a kind of cake or biscuit commonly eaten by the wealthy and poor alike. It can vary wildly from soft and spongy to harder and more cracker like. It is a popular form of street food and can be served as savory or sweet. In savory applications honey is typically forgone and olive oil may be replaced with various varieties of animal fat. All varieties contain some amount of barley or more rarely, rye, however examples meant for nobility may contain up to 70 or even 90%.

The name Kipsha is a reference to the sesame and/or poppy seeds used in and sprinkled over the top. Kip being the Kishic word for seed or grain. Though it may also refer to an infant, thus part of the cake's association with fertility.

This recipe is for Sweet Kipisa, as it is enjoyed in the city of Kutar. A similar varient is eaten just across the mountains in Labisa, though here they make use of barley rather rye. It is this barley variety, Kipsha, which is my MC, Narul's favorite dish.

This particular variety of Kipsia is cracker-like, with a slightly chewy interior.

Ingredients

Note: For those ingredients which are not available on earth, approximate substitutes are provided.  

The Cakes

(Note that Kishetal has no distinct set of measurements nor are recipes recorded. Recipes are typically passed down orally and differ greatly between regions and even families. Adjust ingredients to one's own liking)

1 ¾ cups Rye Flour

1 ¼ Unbleached Wheat Flour

½ cup Water

1 Tbsp Olive Oil or Untoasted Sesame Oil

2 Tbsp Sweet White Wine (Riesling or Muscat are suggested)

3 Tbsp Kafa (This Kishic yogurt drink can be substituted with equal parts plain greek yogurt and whole milk)

2 Tbsp Honey 

1 Tbsp Red Wine Vinegar

2 ½ Tsp Untoasted White Sesame Seeds

½ Tsp Sinrian Cinnamon (Substitute Cassia Cinnamon)

¼ Tsp Ground Black Pepper

Toppings

 1. This are meant to reflect Narul’s Preferred Toppings, though with the addition of more typically eastern additions

1-2 Dried figs chopped (Fresh figs may be substituted)

3 Tbsp Honey, warmed

2 Tbsp Regula Juice (Substitute 1:1 parts orange and lemon juice)

Ground black pepper to taste

Sesame Seeds to taste

Chibalan Salt to taste (Substitute: Flake Salt)

Torn mint leaves

Goat Butter, melted (Cow or sheep is also acceptable)

2. Other Toppings

Unsalted soft cheese such as ricotta

Yogurt

Dates

Crushed nuts (typically walnuts or pistachios)

Chopped Cherries or other fruits

Preparation

1. Combine all dry ingredients in a large bowl.

2. In a different bowl combine all liquid ingredients and whisk thoroughly.

3. Combine wet and dry ingredients, knead using your hands to form a firm ball, add water and flour as needed to achieve this.

4. Cover the dough with a damp towel and allow it to rest at room temperature for a minimum of 1 hour and a maximum of 4.

5. Preheat oven to 400 F or 200 C (fan 195 C).

6. Liberally dust a counter or large cutting board with rye flour. Dust a rolling pin or similar instrument with flour.

7. Place the rested dough onto the floured surface and roll out to approximately 1/4 inch

8. Using a biscuit cutter or knife, cut dough into cakes, these can be any number of shapes, delicately score the surface.

9. Place cakes on a covered cookie sheet making sure that they do not touch. 

10. Bake for 10-15 minutes until golden or lightly browned.

11. Remove and immeditately apply melted butter, honey, and regalu juice to surface. Allow to sit and cool for at least 5 minutes (Kipisa is not eaten hot. The more time is allowed for the absorption of the toppings, the better)

12. Once cool, add additional toppings. It is not unusual at this point to add additional butter and honey, nor is it unheard to dip the cake in the regalu juice and butter while eating it.

13. Enjoy!

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[stellastarcrash]

kintype list for mobile users

Kintypes

Primary

Snow Leopard (pantheria uncia) 

Mackenzie Valley gray wolf (canis lupis occidentalis) 

Pallas cat (otocolobus manul)

Fictionkintypes

Primary (pretty much all past lives)

Avryllan Balaren (Elder Scrolls Morrowind OC)

Astrid (non-canon changeling/human hybrid) (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

Whisper the Wolf (IDW Sonic the Hedgehog comics)

Surge the Tenrec (IDW Sonic the Hedgehog comics)

Stella Star (Starcrash)

SCP-3165 “Dog Teeth” (Jenny) (SCP canon)

Cloudtail of ThunderClan (Warrior cats)

Haley (Stardew Valley)

Cody the Kittypet (Warrior cats)

Athena (Fallout 4 OC)

Keeva MacKailean (Werewolf OC)

Kipcha (The Sight by David Clement-Davies)

Protagonist (Scanner Sombre)

Frostfur of ThunderClan (Warrior cats)

Secondary (not necessarily past lives, but literally me)

Sunderstar of ThunderClan (noncanon, Warrior Cats)

The WAU (SOMA)

Kalix MacRinnalch (Lonely Werewolf Girl by Martin Millar)

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

Luci (Disenchantment)

Rowena MacLeod (Supernatural)

Alphanea "Alfie" Tolman (Alfie comic, 18+ only)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

[redarrowhouse]

Blood on the snow

Preface: Read http://ocarina-of-what.tumblr.com/post/182736834669/whats-left-behind first, as this picks up almost immediately after the arrival of Frostblaze and Kipcha.

He knelt at the mouth of the cage, undoing the last clasps around the muzzles.  Dried blood flecked his fingertips, sticky in the cold and bright against the white fur and snow.  A voice was trying to talk to him, faint, maybe one of the stable hands pulling at his shoulder.  They’d said something about the wolves fighting like demons, but it didn’t really register.  Frostblaze and Kipcha were back.  Without her.  

They never left without her.  

Never.

Cold hands combed through white fur, voice soft as Ithranicus tried to be as soothing as possible.  Kipcha, freed from her muzzle, nipped at him, trying to tear those same fingers away from the man invading their space.  

Anger, and rage.  So much anger and rage.  

“Kipcha, it’s me.  It’s Ith.  See?”

The glove on his free hand was pulled off, the uncovered hand offered to the raging wolf.  If they were as intelligent as Veli implied, the wolf would understand.  

“I’m not here to hurt you.  I’m not here to hurt you.  I’m not here to hurt you, Kipcha.”  

A soothing hand roamed through Frostblaze’s fur, while his other hovered just out of reach from the snapping jaws and razor teeth.  It became something of a game; every attempt at touch was rewarded with an attempt at shredding his hand, mouth and fingers playing back and forth in their dance.

“Go ahead, Kipcha.  Sate your rage.  It’s okay.”  

The early rays of the sun settled against the snow, rising on another day.  Peeking through the stable doors and spilling over the animals kept therein, brilliantly lighting the cold white fur on Frostblaze’s flanks and muzzle.  Dusty gold fur settled next to him; Kipcha lay nuzzled against her mate in fitful slumber.  Pinned against the wall, crimson and gold resplendent in the morning light despite the dirt and fur besmirching the colors, Ithranicus stirred as the light spilled across his eyes.  Rising, ensuring the injured pair weren’t disturbed, he quietly slipped free of the cage.  

Velianor, his old apprentice, was missing and hurt.  He had to know what happened to her, wanted to go himself- but that wasn’t feasible.  He had people counting on him now, had a command of his own, had to make decisions with other people’s lives.  The days of dropping everything to run into the wilds were closing fast, it seemed.  Another would have to go in his place.  

“Kipcha.  Frostblaze.”  

One eye snapped open, narrowed and hungry.  A second rolled to attention, hurt and pained.  

“Ready to go find her?”

Clad in heavy furs against the cold, cradling a rifle half his own height, Anokirin Sunstalker left the Sunguard camp a few hours after dawn broke.  With him came a dusty gold wolf, reluctant to leave, but determined to go.  A hunting party.  

Together they trotted into the cold and the snow, trails dark with blood and chaos, Kipcha leading the way to the last known places that her master had been. Velianor was not going to be left behind.  

@ocarina-of-what 

[joulethieves]

deep breath remember when i said this would take me 5mins nevermind i wrote for an hour

tl;dr burmecian dragoon frately and his adopted hume daughter kipcha are hunters that speak several languages but speak french to each other. there’s a dog and a falcon involved that are kipcha’s weird pets. burmecians are an extinct race aside from frately after they defended marginalized groups across ivalice and slowly died off. kipcha and reddas probably have a Thing. kipcha yells at al-cid in rozarrian bc he owes her money cuz she was hired to spy with her multilingual skills before getting thrown into prison and recently broken out by the time the xii-timeline is close to an end , pre-pharos.

ok wheremst do i start with these two i’ll try to. keep it short. 

SPOILER I DIDNT KEEP IT SHORT 

kipcha is a hume in her late 20′s who is a huntress. she has a dog and a falcon has a pet. she lives in the mountains, i headcanon somewhere in rozarria, with her weird dad frately.

frately is , quite frankly, a ripoff of sir frately from ffix. like basically he is a burmecian. but in ivalice-verse, i headcanon burmecias/cleyrans as an extinct race. long long lonnnng ago, burmecians used to be protectors of sorts, of the downtrodden or endangered. they are dragoons so they slayed a lotta dragons threatening their land and the land of others. they were all around a super amazing good race of creatures. the viera, especially, consider themselves heavily indebted to them. many many years ago the burmecians defended eruyt from an attack from some force (i havent figured it out yet, either humes or wyrms) and thus helped build the barriers in golmore now. 

so in ffxii timeline, when fran sees frately, and frankly--when any viera sees frately, the only burmecian they’ve seen in many many many years (as they were rumored to be wiped out in some war)--she removes her helmet and bows her head in respect. bc even though the viera that he sees have left the wood, they still owe their lives to burmecians and there’s a deep respect for them as well as a quiet shock as to how he is alive. not sure if he’s the only burmecian who survived; i imagine there are others but perhaps he is looking for them

somewhere in the timeline after eruyt was defended long long ago, another attack on a village happened, a hume town in rozarria. savages were tearing through it, raping and pillaging and burning it to the ground. burmecians fought to eliminate the threat and save the people, but many were slain in their efforts. THE BURMECIANS WERE VERY BUSY FULL-TIME DEFENDERS OF ALL. they never slept. there was always shit to save. kipcha was a toddler at the time and her whole family was murdered, and frately saved her before hiding them both in the woods. maybe just about every burmecian was wiped out (idfk i really dont have it worked out in a timeline). basically, frately adopted kipcha, at a very young age. she was probably like 3. after that attack, they were both alone. he decided he’d take care of her.

fast forward and now kipcha is 20something and she hunts around ivalice with her weird dad. they have a giant big-ass cabin they both built on some lonely mountain and she doesnt get to talk to humans much. but she has her birb and her doggo and likes to kill shit with her dad. 

also frately speaks in a heavy french accent because i said so, and bc i headcanon burmecians as generally speaking french, also bc i created him as an OC in high school when i was learning french, also bc i do what i want and french is a language in ivalice altho it probably isnt called french it just sounds french. basically its a dead language its probably what the burmecians spoke.

 anyway they speak that to each other. she taught herself the main ivalician tongue and bugged him to learn it too. she doesnt speak with an accent but he’s lazy and old so he has a heavy one. also she speaks rozarrian and landisian and galtaean (what i headcanon as english i guess. she learned a lot of languages by books and travel and when she does meet other humes she loves to talk to them to test out her skills. she is very clever like that. languages come easily to her.

hmmm so anyway

reddas took over balfonheim 2 years pre-game. and there was an assassination attempt to get rid of him as he tried to make all these changes in balfonheim since he cleaned  a lot of it up. well, there was an attempt at an attempt for murder, at least.

 y’see, kipcha and frately were in balfonheim on a hunt and it was their first visit there. kipcha overheard two men talking in a foreign language no one could speak while in a bar, and understood they were trying to plot against reddas. she didnt know who reddas was but she’s literally so catty and didnt like how they looked at her so she snitched. basically she saved reddas’ life cuz it ended up being a huge plot to kill him. 

from then on kipcha got on reddas’ good side but was labeled a snitch by others. she doesn’t really care tho, but sometimes it grates her. lots of people call frately a rat bc of how he looks as a burmecian, and because of him partnering with kipcha to snitch, but i dont think the namecallers understand how tall he is cuz when he stands up from his barstool he is literally like almost seven feet tall he is so tall dude. 

kipcha is average like 5′6″ or something but frately is gigantic. he used to give her piggyback rides and jump around when she was a kid and she squealed in delight but he calls her too fat now (she isnt, but he teases her). kipcha is very sassy, outgoing, and mislabeled as “confident” when really she has no concept of how to act in public since she is never around people so she’s generally just a loud weirdo. she carries her dog around in her arms and ppl are like “omg is ur dog ok” and shes like “he’s fine i just like carrying him around like a baby” . she has a bird, a falcon named [redacted (im honestly so embarrassed by a lot of this)], she flies around sometimes and brings kipcha things like dead rats and random rings. kip has a bohemian sort of style about her and wears a bunch of shit the bird finds. 

because kipcha can speak a lot of languages she was then hired by al-cid to do some spying for something or other, shortly after the reddas stint, as word got out about her. she did the job, and got the info back to al-cid,  but she got caught and imprisoned. frately broke her out but it took over a year to figure it out. i also headcanon that the bird steals al-cid’s glasses in xii timeline during his brief stint in balfonheim. 

kipcha and frately are coined “fire ‘n ice” by most folks who are fond of them. kipcha is very hotheaded and loud. she is also a redhead. frately being of pallor skin and white hair and quiet temperament is therefore ice. whenever frately is embarrassed by her she likes to remind him he raised her and he likes to respond “i had nothing to do with this” in a very french accent.

 so reddas hasn’t seen her for over a year and a half before she shows up in the xii-timeline, broken out of prison, growing her hair out cuz they buzzed it off, and demanding money from al-cid bc he never paid her, but in his defense she was in prison. 

kip and frate show up late in-game and that’s the first time reddas sees her since she saved him, essentially i. sort of maybe ship her with reddas? but more like a “they totally banged once and she’s obviously nuts about him and clambers on his back and curls his sideburns around her finger while whispering in french in his ear” she’s honestly hilarious and frately facepalms a lot. frately and fran hang out. kipcha goes on a hunt with vaan and penelo and they becomes bff’s. hmmm. yeah anyway they show up late in-game to help with a hunt or an esper or like, they need kipcha and frately’s translating knowledge for something or other. idk kipcha is just happy to be out of prison and eating oysters and petting her dog. by the time she shows up in balfonheim ingame she’s probably been out of prison for a few months. oh no this got so long im sorry i think abt them every day they live in my head

[matrixfox9000]

[gysahlkush]

i love this fucking bitch

[fictionkinfessions]

i'm rereading one of my sources, The Sight by David Clement-Davies. i was Kipcha and my brother, Huttser, was our pack's dominant male, or Dragga in the wolf language. i'm really hoping that it will help me remember more of my life as i remember almost none of it. i do know that things diverged from canon for us quite a bit.

i just wish i could find someone — anyone — who's read the book. fuck, i've never met anybody who has so much as heard of it. i just want to be able to talk to someone about what we went through. it hurts so much knowing that i will never find anyone who might understand.

i miss my pack. i miss my brother, Huttser, and my sister in Tratto, Palla. i miss my beloved Khaz. i miss my friend Skop. i miss our old nurse and storyteller, Brassa. i miss Bran, our nervous little Sikla who would have fought to the death for us all. i miss my niece and nephew, Larka and Fell. i miss my adopted son Kar. hell, i even miss Morgra.

that prophecy... that horrific prophecy. it destroyed us. we thought we were just another pack, but our fates were decided thousands of years before any of us were even born. we wanted to raise Larka and Fell, we wanted to grow old or die defending our lands, but instead our paths intertwined with that of Wolfbane, the Man Varg, and the Sight.

that prophecy took my children from me before i ever got to have them. it took Khaz from me. it took my life before i had ever had a chance to truly live. and yet, despite all the pain and all the heartbreak, i would live that life all over again in a second just so i could once again experience the freedom and love that are a Varg's birthright.

i want a second chance. 🐺

— Kipcha

[kincalling]

hey i'm Kipcha from David Clement-Davies' book The Sight! i just want to talk with someone, even if you're not kin from the source specifically. looking for literally anyone; wolfkin, werewolfkin, The Sightkin, LITERALLY ANYONE. if you've read the book but aren't kin, i'm down for that too. i'm so lonely, i miss my pack

😼

[demenior]

Some Redesign Galra #Looks coming your way! 

The Galra Redesign is used for the Switch the Beat ‘verse, which follow’s Shiro’s descent into Galra culture, escape from, and consequences of his assimilation at Haggar’s hand.

(I’ll make another post w all 4 separate for closer looks)

Descriptions Under the Cut

#1- Your Average Galra. We’ll call her Kipcha. She’s good looking- a thick, square muzzle for biting things in half. Teeth in excellent condition. Some good weight on her (shown by her neck rolls). She’s a little modern-shaped, as her muzzle is longer and her ears a bit bigger than what is traditionally desired by Galra, but overall she’s a fine specimen and a great example of a modern Galra.

#2- The Blade of Marmora Mask. Lets pretend Kipcha wasn’t born within the Empire, or was stolen from her nest as a baby by the Marmora. (Of note: if she had been born with a tail, the Marmora do not dock her tail, as is practice in the Empire). Upon reaching adulthood Kipcha would be outfitted with armor to protect her identity when fighting against Zarkon’s tyranny. The glowing spots are meant to confuse attackers- Galra eyes reflect light at night, and so it makes it hard to tell how many Galra are being fought/just where exactly is the head, etc. The low mask helps hide visible teeth and ears, which could be used to identify double agents, and the built-in “fangs” in the mask serve a double purpose: A) they strengthen a bite, and B) disguise a bite mark to further protect a warrior’s identity. Combined with the hood and the rest of the armor, the Marmora all purposefully look alike and are completely unidentifiable. 

#3- The Druid Mask. If Kipcha was raised in the Empire, and was discovered to be sensitive to magic, she would be indoctrinated into Haggar’s Druid Coven. Each Druid Mask is built upon the same basic skull shape- skulls of a long-forgotten, highly magical alien race- and then decorated and adorned individually. Here, Kipcha has added horns with a red color at the tips- likely to flaunt how attractive she is (blood = a good hunter = sexy!!!), make her appear larger (Galra don’t stop growing with age, and the older a Druid is, typically the more powerful they are), and also to pay homage to her Matriarch and leader of her Coven, Haggar. Druids wear their masks at all times, to make sure everyone else knows they are Druids*. Underneath the robe and mask, Kipcha’s mane would also be turning white as a side-effect from wielding lots of magic. A white mane is a symbol of pride amongst the Druids, and the white fur can never be cut. Many Druids shave their manes completely to try and let it grow in all white. 

#4- The Apprentice Mask. While technically still a Druid’s Mask, this mask is worn by those still in training. They are magically gifted, often living with and always shadowing their Druid teacher to learn from them, but they are bottom rank among the Coven. Even still, the sight of the 4 yellow eyes will still make even the greatest warrior uneasy. Kipcha’s mane would not be white yet, as she has not used enough magic to induce the change. This is a link to some gorgeous artwork of Shiro with his Apprentice Mask.(by gitwrecked)

*Note: Haggar is the only Druid who does not have to wear her mask to be known, as the scarification markings on her face mark her as the Matriarch. She’s killed every Druid who tried to replicate them. 

[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

Wolfquest Anniversary Edition came out yesterday and ive been playing the shit out of it. but now im in a Kipcha shift! and a werewolf shift by extension! and its awful! like! aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[thedragonisaprincess]

Howl In The Dawn

The first sign of daylight had lightened the night sky into a muted purple, and the Sunguard’s main camp seemed quiet save for the guards getting ready to be relieved of their shift; perhaps those who were early risers had begun to stir in their tents. Snow was still present, and though the cold nights had not been quite as harsh as before, the ground was becoming more wet as signs of Spring were beginning to show with a gradual melt and crunch of those white hillsides and banks.

Approaching from the east, a dire wolf as massive as many of the cavalry’s warhorses and nearly camouflaged by her pale sand-colored fur, slow and tired from an arduous journey. One guard who was a volunteering fighter from The Farstriders recognized the beast and allowed The Blonde through, though curious and somewhat alarmed that the wolf was alone; missing the woman she was bonded to. Tied at the neck and hidden under The Blonde’s thick, winter guard hairs was a satchel that seemed to be made from skins of animals recently caught. Determined to reach her target, The Blonde did not stop to let the Farstrider check this satchel, and walked her way silently through the camp with only the crunch of snow beneath her paws alerting her presence.

The scent of Ethalarian Dawnstalker and Nuellen’s wolf Moro grew stronger and eventually The Blonde had arrived in time to greet the Blood Knight when he walked out from his tent, still pulling himself from a restless sleep.

His reaction, understandably, was one of immediate shock and then panic. He began to look around the immediate area The Blonde was standing, “Where is she?! Where-- Where is Nuellen?!”

He addressed the dire wolf directly, knowing the connection The Blonde and Amarr had to Nuellen, and seemed to understand general feelings and intentions from others. Yet, all the wolf did was wag her tail gently and lean forward to lick the entire left side of his face with the broad side of her tongue. He seemed to grow more frustrated and was about to continue his fruitless interrogation of a four-legged creature, but forced himself to calm as he watched The Blonde sit back onto the snow and yawn wide, lifting her head to expose the leather pouch tied to her neck.

The surge of concern and adrenaline made Larry’s hands shake as he went to untie and remove the pouch. Another deep breath was needed before he opened the pouch, not caring to admire the fact that somehow Nuellen had pulled enough twine from her supplies to sew the damn thing together.

Inside were three pieces of parchment folded neatly and marked on the outside with different sets of initials: BK E.D., AK A.B., and Arch. T.T.

He quickly identified which initials belonged to their person and made to remove his letter, but his eye caught the glint of metal resting at the bottom of the pouch. He reached and felt his heart sink as he pulled forth two necklaces; one of which was very familiar to him. Thinking the worst already, he looked down and pulled his letter. He only read what was addressed to him, but after some time, he dressed and left his tent once more, letters in hand and moving to make sure they were delivered to their intended recipient.

Nuellen’s Messages:

Under The Cut

Ethalarian,

I write this as I camp somewhere on the far Eastern side of Quel’Thalas, between a mountain range and perhaps a few weeks walk to The Goldsea; it’s a bit hard to tell right now. I don’t plan to linger very long here, and I don’t know how long this message will take getting to you, so I can only say that I’m alive and have avoided most conflict. I’m uninjured, if a little hungry, most of the prey animals are keeping warm and out of the snow.

These weeks of tracking have been almost too long - Amarr and The Blonde caught scent of Kipcha and we followed her trail as some allies were trying to get her to lead them to Velianor’s location, but Kipcha broke away and ran back the way they were traveling. I expect perhaps Frostblaze is injured and she was returning to her mate... Instead of turning back, we pressed forward; lost the scent a few times, but have finally found something.

Time has worn away any sort of direction Veli and her pack were headed, but someone had her on the run. I found wolf bodies, well worn by decay, but no sign of Velianor or a body. I’ve been canvassing the area for the better part of two weeks now; I may have found a site where she could have fallen, but there’s no signs of a body, nor any kind of scavenging. I have a fresher scent now, though...

I also have proof that I’ve made headway and have packed them with these letters to you, Aestus, and The Archon; I remember catching a glance of her wearing these necklaces a few times and I assume they weren’t removed voluntarily.

There is no trail, so Amarr and I will circle and widen the area for any possible signs or routes that she could have taken. I will not assume that she has been taken captive or killed.

I’ve done some training of my own with Amarr and The Blonde. I believe they now will have a connection to my well being, similarly to Velianor and her wolves but not quite as strong. The Blonde is to remain with you and Aestus for the time being, but if she will let you know if something is wrong.

I love you. This will have a positive outcome. Believe in that.

-Nuellen

P.S. Please make sure that Archon Truefeather gets my report.

Aestus,

I write this as I camp somewhere on the far Eastern side of Quel’Thalas, between a mountain range and perhaps a few weeks walk to The Goldsea; it’s a bit hard to tell right now. I don’t plan to linger very long here, and I don’t know how long this message will take getting to you, so I can only say that I’m alive and have avoided most conflict.

Finding our Velianor has not been easy, and it remains a challenge, but I believe I’ve made progress finally and now have more to work with.

Bad News first: Much of her pack has been eliminated, it seems. Some kind of skirmish happened and she was forced to retreat but not without pursuit. I found the necklaces I’ve sent with The Blonde hanging from a tree in one valley section, but I also found a few other signs that Amarr and I could get a solid scent from.

Better News: I have not found any evidence of a body or scavenging from other animals. This means she’s not here and I will continue to track her down. It will still take some time to circle the area and extend our search, but I’m confident Amarr and I will catch up to her. Wherever she is.

I realize this message may bring you and Ethalarian more distress, but keep your head clear. Don’t let the Worst Scenario worm it’s way to you. There’s something in my bones telling me that she isn’t gone from this realm; certainly you feel the same thing?

Keep hold of that feeling.

I’ll find her; and we will return together. Keep breathing.

-Nuellen

Archon Telchis Truefeather,

Nuellen Swiftstrike, Pathfinder Dawnward and Farstrider Ranger-Captain, writing to you in regards to the whereabouts and status of fellow Dawnward Velianor Novastorm. Apologies, first off and also in hindsight, for departing without previous approval from Superiors; this mission to track and locate the Dawnward started and has only been one of Personal and Emotional gain to myself and other members who are close to Velianor. However, I am acting alone and did not attempt to convince anyone else to join me; any repercussions for my actions against orders, I will accept when I return with Dawnward Novastorm, alive or otherwise.

I’m unaware of her reason for being so far from any other units, but that is not a concern to me, at current... Only that myself and others were alerted by one of her bonded wolves that something severely wrong had happened to her and the wolf pack she travels with. She had escaped the main camp and I decided to follow.

I’ve managed to track down a site along the mountainside South East of The Goldsea that I believe she had encountered an enemy force and retreat was required. However, the retreat was followed - perhaps harried - as many of her wolves are now rotting in the snow. The body of the Dawnward in particular was not discovered, nor have there been signs of any scavenging in the area; not even a finger bone was located. I have, however, found a lead and have chosen to follow it. If I find she is captured by any enemies, I will send my black Dire Wolf Amarr with notice and continue to track, but I will not engage. Otherwise, if she is found recovering or otherwise, I will report to the nearest camp with Dawnward Novastorm in my care.

I understand this is a minor update among events that are far more important. Please consider this letter an official report of investigation for The Sunguard’s archives.

Light and Lady Aessina Keep You Safe,

Nuellen Swiftstrike Alah’ni

Long Overdue Post Regarding Velianor Novastorm’s Phoenix War Stories: Planting Seeds in a Garden You Never Get to See and What’s Left Behind while eventually leading up to The Forgotten Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Tagged For Mentions: @ocarina-of-what // @theletter27 ( @shampoocommercialelves ) // @trained-trainwreck ( @ethalarian) // @felthier ( @thesunguardmg )

[rabbithaver]

man idk what's going on but i have been in a COLOSSAL wolf/werewolf shift since yesterday. i had a vivid dream about being a werewolf again, and another where i was back in my life as Kipcha, running and hunting freely with my brother and our pack

i miss that. i miss having a pack. hell even just a group chat with other therians i could talk to about this stuff would be great. i am lonely as hell right now :(

i think im gonna try playing WolfQuest and see if that'll help me get some of this energy out

[aboyandhispokemon]

Hey! I don't know if you read a lot of Pokémon fanfics, but if you do could you rec me some Ash-centric ones, or just fics of him and his Pokémon, or him and Brock and Misty. It's really hard to find friendship only fics. Sorry, if you don't know any that's fine! But thank you if you could.

I don’t read a whole lot of Pokemon fanfic so there isn’t many. But these are the ones I personally have enjoyed. All of them can be found on fanfiction.net.

Bonded by Kipcha: a one-shot about the friendship between Ash and Pikachu.

In the Hawk’s Shadow by theshadowchaser: an in-progress story that features all of Ash’s friends up to Unova, and most of Ash’s Pokemon. A mysterious stranger comes forth to offer Ash the ultimate challenge.

Meanwhile by 11JJ11: a collection of one-shots, stories about what Ash’s Pokemon do while he’s out on adventures. Ash shows up now and then.

Because You Loved Me by Aiselne Phoenix Nocturnus: It’s a short story about Ash and his mother. It’s really sweet, and features some conflict between them (mostly because of something Gary said that really bugged Ash). This author has a few stories dealing with the relationship between Ash and Delia, but this one is my favourite.

The Bonds We Share by Safaia Bara: I think this is intended to be a collection of one-shots, but there’s only one chapter so far. The first chapter deals with the relationship between Ash and Charizard.

The Final Battle by 11JJ11: this one is very angsty and serious, and features major character death. After the death of his friends and Pikachu, the blame falls on Ash. He escapes with his Pokemon, and goes on a search for the true killer.

[joulethieves]

kipcha: omg im so excited to be back in balfonheim and speaking with the ivalicians i love to practice my galtaean (@ vaan and penelo) IM GONNA MAKE FRIENDS WITH THESE LITTLE BLONDE BITCHES THEY’RE SO SWEET N CUTE

frately: *heavy french accent as he hides under his big hat* Zis language is disgusting je suis disgusted i hate everysing about zis place 

[protectignisscientia]

I forgot my gloves and thus cannot feel my fingers. WORTH IT. I CAUGHT THEM ALL IN THE SAME PARK AND IN NUMERICAL ORDER.

I'll explain the names when I'm somewhere warm.

Edit: OKAY I’M SOMEWHERE WARM!

Jake - That was the name of my Treecko the first time I ever played Sapphire!

Pidge - In honor of VLD’s fiery Green Paladin who is my baby. <3

Kipcha - Cute name + uses part of the mon’s name = one of my favorite naming schemes.

[fictionkinfessions]

i. may or may not have like 300+ hours logged in WolfQuest Anniversary Edition. — Kipcha