#Solarian Autumnsong

[solautumn]

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more”                     ―      Lord Byron  

Solarian as painted by @yelhsaart !!!

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( Another night out as a group! The boys hung out by Stillwhisper pond for most of it. )

( @varment-wra / @lothus-wra / @blacktaloning / @lifeofaranger / @gossamer-covered-bats / @solautumn )

[magics-of]

Looking for Connections: Solarian

Full Name: Solarian  Autumsong

Nicknames: Sunshine, Sol

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns:  He/him

Faceclaim: Troye Sivan

Occupation: Sin’dorei Herbalist

Appearance: Bright, juniper green eyes, long pointed ears; scrawny frame; soft white blonde curls kept cropped short, pierced nose

Solarian was born in a small village of Eversong Woods. He was the youngest child of the Autumnsong family, a noble family of high elves that had for centuries been dedicated to the Light. From his lineage sprang many Blood Knights, and he was expected to take his father’s mantle as one himself, but Solarian had always been of a more gentle nature. At the tender age of thirteen, the scourge invasion of Quel’Thalas took place. Spared only by virtue of being at the heart of Silvermoon City during the attack, the boy lived, although his father, elder brother and mother were not so lucky. His father was killed in the line of duty and risen as one of the Lich King’s Death Knights as per reports from the battle field. Solarian believes he lives in some capacity, though he has nothing to prove so aside from his body not being found among the dead left behind, and gut instinct.

From then on, he abandoned the idea of becoming a Blood Knight-- he had never been keen on the idea anyway. Instead of raising a blade, he wanted to use his affinity for magic to protect those in need. He was sent to Dalaran to train among the medics there, and with his patience and gentle touch, he became a proficient healer.

His whole life, Solarian has loved nature. As a child, he would often get lost in the woods, making friends with the creeks and ravines, tender greenery and critters that crawled upon the forests. Grass and mud stains were ever his signature mark, and as he grew older, he focused on studying herbalism and alchemy in conjunction to his training as a healer, and is adept at creating potions and poultices of various types.

Solarian is quick and cunning, but is by no means a fighter. His temperament is calm and quiet, although being the youngest boy in a household of all snarky females taught him a quick comeback and quite a lot of sass. A big lover of music, he is known for his ability to carry a tune, although it’s not something he showcases often. He’s fairly easy to get along with, so long as he’s not being belittled by those who think of him as weak due to his diminutive size and meek demeanor. His mental fortitude is strong, as he has survived many battles and has helped bring many from the brink of death itself. His feelings towards the current Warchief are mixed, if not pessimistic, but he’s excited for the opportunity to learn about the new plant life that grows in abundance in Zandalar.

✓ Nurturing, protective, determined, fast learner, youthful, and energetic ✘ Skittish, sassy, proud, clumsy, naive, and inexperienced

Looking for connections! Solarian is a sin’dorei medic and herbalist (on Wyrmrest Accord Horde!) who strives to help those in need. He is proficient in identifying and gathering herbs, and breaking them down for alchemical and medicinal uses, and is always looking to make coin as a mercenary healer for hire. 

His blog is @solautumn. Check him out and feel free to message me for more info, constructive criticisms, or really anything at all!

[shadowedson]

Hands of Fate

(Content warning for: Death, Gore, Blood, )

As feet touched down to cold barren earth the world around felt distant, warped. The cold of midwinter still crept in at every pore, forcing the body to shake and teeth to chatter. Each step forward down that path felt unreal, barely able to make out the figures of Solarian and Zathean that stood only a few feet behind. It was familiar to inethreis, in a way that filled him with utter dread, knowing but not remembering through the haze of his mind. Each step forward brought them closer to the house that loomed beyond the old cobblestone road, his feet feeling as though they moved on their own. Deep inside he began calling out, desperately trying to struggle his way out of whatever nightmare he had risen in. The sound was a residual scream, one that only smacked the surface, his body still moving forward like a zombie.

Suddenly he felt like the ground had given way beneath him, tumbling down through open air in an aimless descent. His body was stiff and immovable, his mind dragging him from one memory to the next by force. With a deep slam his body hit earth again, feeling the wood floor beneath him reverberate. Fear stopped him from moving any more, the blood coated walls and the terrible stench of decaying bodies suffocating him. But even in the grasp of terror he tried to call out to her, gasping and choking for his mother’s touch as he writhed on the floor. Choking soon turned to hoarse screaming that burned his throat with effort, his head falling to the side as the sight of her body where it had been left on the bed invaded his senses all over again. 

Then the searing pain In his shoulder returned, the distant screams of his friends warning him all too late warped beyond comprehension. He could feel the beast breathing above him, the razor sharp teeth sunk into leather and flesh as though they were paper. Every part of him fought the pull of his memory to turn his head, desperate not to relive the blaze of those all consuming eyes. He would rather have stared into the cold and empty eyes of his mother’s corpse, a visceral reminder of everything he had done wrong and how much he had failed her. But soon, his mind no longer gave him the option to choose. His eyes locked with the sickening yellow eyes of the feral worgen, as sharp as the teeth that snapped for his face coated in his own blood. It was already too late, he knew that, and Solarian had too. Even the light that had coursed through his body from the man’s finger tips wasn’t enough to rip the curse’s venom from his veins. There were some things that even the light could not help…

Things were a blur beyond that point, voices and cold winds sweeping around him like a storm. None of it made sense, none of it felt real through the shock that still lingered in his mind like a fresh wound. Even landing back at the Twinsun Manor felt like a hard wall, moving before his eyes only in flashes. He couldn’t make out features or voices, only faint images as pain and feverish rage boiled through his veins like lava. But soon that sensation grew, grew until it felt as though his whole body would explode from the inside out. That was what finally ripped him from his memories and dreams, hurling him head first into the cold stone of the cell walls that rose up around him. He didn’t have time to contemplate the familiarity of the manor’s catacombs, the pain that woke him relentless. He began to scream as he came to his senses more, or perhaps he had been screaming this whole time and just now had begun to hear it with his own ears. 

With a harsh thrash his body hit the floor before him, feeling another wave of agony as his own fingers began to rip and stretch away from his body, elongating into claws. He barely even had a moment to recognize the start of the shift before the snapping and breaking of his own bones reached his ears. Bones in his back forced their way upward, his screams by now having taken on a far more animalistic sound, twisted with snarls and growls as his body was ripped apart and re-forged. Minutes felt like hours until all sense of time and humanity began to tumble away from him, the mind one of the last things the transformation really took. He was losing himself to it, to the fever, to the pain, and to the rage. Whatever was beyond the bars that held him was lucky for the distance between him and it, the hulking body of the newly formed worgen still crouched whimpering on the floor. The fur that covered its body was jet black, making him barely distinguishable in the low light of the basement. As the beast raised its head to look around the space it was trapped within, the only thing that still remained of Inethreis in it at all were those bright violet eyes and the silver locket pulled taught around its muscular neck like a collar. 

As he stood to his feet every muscle in his body still twitched with rage, the sensation beyond him and beyond the will of his own mind. It left him jerking, snarling as hunger and bloodlust built in his chest. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there were others upstairs, but that thought itself was consumed by fury, his large body charging for the bars of his cage with an earth shattering roar. It slammed against them without so much as a slight budge before razor sharp claws began to swing wildly at metal. Each strike lit up his face in a splash of orange sparks, illuminating dripping teeth and pulled back gums. He was the monster now, the thing he feared over all else was now his reality as he raged around the cell, ripping through the dusty old wood of furniture and tearing new scars in ancient stone walls. The only hope any of them could really have was that the sound of his tantrum did not reach beyond the manor walls. If he was discovered within the city, feral and out of control, it would be over for him. The guard and the entirety of Silvermoon would take pride in stringing him up like a trophy in their square, an example to all of how they dealt with monsters. 

He brought his head hard against the wall as the humanity in him tried in vain to take control of the body again, tearing his claws down each side of him with a virulent symphony of ripping flesh and running blood. But no sooner did the wounds open and bleed, they started closing again, giving him no option of an easy way out in any near future. Another roar left in that brief second of agonizing clarity, the sound more howl like as it begged and cried out for help to no avail. No one would come, no one would save him from this now. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if they did. This was the hand fate had extended to him, her dark fingers had curled around his neck as he lost everything he had left in the world. It was his choices that led him here, his mistakes that brought him to this end. Those thoughts rang true through the mind of man and beast alike as he crumpled slowly to the floor, whimpering and shaking with shock and hunger. As he curled in on himself, all the hope in his soul extinguished or dying, only one thought remained…

This was all his fault.

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[shadowedson]

The Three Musketqueers 

( @solautumn / @magics-of and @gossamer-covered-bats )

[shadowedson]

(Some Rp Highlights From Recently, the gaggle of elves constantly grows. )

( @solautumn / @magics-of , @lifeofaranger , and @gossamer-covered-bats )

[shadowedson]

“Watch leaving your bag around, next time it might not be me who robs you”

( @solautumn )

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🎬🎬- Sol =)

( I have yelled at you on multiple occasions about how much their friendship matters to me. I adore them as people together. They balance eachother out and they keep eachother more sane. )

( @magics-of just a dude and his lemon boy)

[shadowedson]

“People always give their opinions, regardless of how unwanted they are. Don’t bother letting it get to you.”

( @magics-of / @solautumn )

[shadowedson]

The creak of old wood rang out through the empty inn room, light spilling in from the hallway beyond it. Inethreis stood in the doorway, his shoulders hanging defeated and stiff as he scanned the room. Everything was how he left it...at the very least he had that going for him. He trudged in to settle on the bed, tossing off his bag and stripping away leathers until he was on his back, boxers and shirt alone. With a sigh he sat up onto his elbows, looking himself over for a moment or two before that sharp violet gaze settled on the door.

In the recesses of his mind, likely as far back as one could go...he found himself wishing that someone would come through it. Wishing that there might be someone out there wanting him just waiting for an invitation through the doorway...but he knew that was childish. There was no one...and that was often part of his problem. He’d spend the years end all by himself again, the holiday that never really meant much to him still somehow making him sad with its looming arrival.

His mind wandered as he fell flat on his back again, first to his mother...the way she breathed so shallow, unable to hold her head up on her own. He wanted to be by her side, every second away from her putting her life in danger...there was no winning anymore. Nothing was ever allowed to be simple.

Second he found his mind on Solarian...the mess of a week they had. But, even as the moments of tears and vulnerability passed through his mind in all their vibrant colors, he found no regrets. It was one thing that didn’t feel entirely empty and hopeless. Even now he wanted to kick himself for those thoughts alone, his mind practically at war with itself over every little detail of their relationship. And yet, he found himself missing the doctor, wishing he was with him rather than here, laid out in the ever spreading darkness.

Winter's Veil was a holiday for the privileged...that fact stayed glued in his mind from the moment he heard bells start and cheery voices begin. And tonight...tonight it hurt more than most. Tonight it festered like a wound left wide open in his chest, bringing tears to his eyes and a shake to his breath. He was tired...so tired of every little thing, and of being alone.

All he could do was sob.

( Mention for @magics-of )

[shadowedson]

“Hey, stranger, be careful!” -Solarian

Inethreis was moving along the roof tops of the row with the swiftness and presison of a nimble cat, just beyond the playground of shingles and brick, the sun had just started to settle in beyond the horizon leaving Murder Row far darker then it was in the daylight. He had been at this for little over an hour now, working out the quickest routes along the walls and spires for a clean getaway. Needless to say, the shouting from far below caught his attention as it broke through the realitive silence, much to his detriment.

Sometimes all it took was one wrong step to fuck up your entire day, and the split second he looked away from the path ahead, disaster struck. One foot slipped on a loose stone, and suddenly the rogue found himself at the mercy of gravity, going sideways right off the ledge he had mastered moments before. He gave the bark of a yell as he plummeted, crashing right into the runs of red silk hung from the upper spires. It only held him for a moment before the support snapped, leaving him clawing and grabbing at it desperately as he plummeted to the ground in seconds.

He managed to get a firm hold, but perhaps far to much so. His back hit the stone first, knocking the wind out of him on impact. The silk still kept its motion where he held it for dear life, yanking his arm at an odd angle before there came a sickening pop. For a moment it was silent, eyes from all corners of shadow on the street, before the pain set in and Inethreis muffled and bit back a scream, finally releasing the silk as his arm fell uselessly to the side.

So far, today was going pretty great.

( @solautumn )

[shadowedson]

“A wild Solarian appeared!”

I’m giving you two Pokémon, mostly because they are two I associate most with Solarian as soon as I see him

1. Absol , an extremely intelligent dark type Pokémon, rumored to be able to fully understand human speech. When mega evolved this Pokémon sprouts enormous wings. Solarian likely nursed this absol back to health and has been with it ever since.

2. Whimsicott, a Grass/Fairy type Pokémon. These Pokémon are said to be extremely mischievous, able to go anywhere they please by condensing their fluffy bodies to fit into homes. Solarian likely encountered the little trouble maker out collecting herbs and became best friends with it through kindness .

( Thanks @magics-of )

[solautumn]

Please do not repost.

A very self-indulgent piece of Solarian (and his AU alliance mirror Solamir) with that spirit healer aesthetic I love so much. Made by the talented coffeeandbiscuits!

I’ve been indulging in getting art for myself since this year has been rough, as it has been for everyone else. With plans of overseas travel canned and deterioration of some relationships and mental health, I have decided to be good to myself. Lately I’ve discovered some pretty amazing people now that I’ve gotten back into mmo gaming, and this is sort of a note to myself that hopes for the future aren’t dead just yet.

[solautumn]

11. [ Swiftrunner ]

"These coursers have long been known to exist, but only befriend those that have gone to great lengths for friendship." - Pureheart Courser text

The animals of Bastion were fascinating to behold. From the mighty larion that stalked the grassy plains, to the glittering glimmerflies that fluttered in the air, there were creatures of all sizes with all manner of temperaments. The sneaky vulpin could sniff out lunch and make off with it if he wasn’t watchful, and the swift thunder of cloudrunner hooves could mow him down if he wasn’t careful. Solarian had much to look out for when he took to the fields in search of plants and roots.

He first found the creature injured in the grassy, soft-hilled expanse south of the Eternal Forge. It was a large steed with a soft, ivory coat and big, violet-red eyes. Its horn was dark with a blue tinge reflecting from it as well. It had a  Despite the fall of Davos at the hands of brave, mortal champions, Lysonia sought to wrest power from the Ascended and it stoked the flames of conflict. The cloudrunner had likely been caught in the crossfire of one such battle, and grumbled lowly, curled near the root of a tree in a purple grove.

Solarian froze for a moment, unsure of whether or not to approach. The thing could easily impale him with its majestic horn, just as well as it could rise up and kick him to oblivion, but he was no stranger to dealing with steeds. He remembered his father teaching him how to ride as a boy, and how to approach a frightened Quel’dorei mare. While the Autumnsong family had hawkstriders, they had a Quel’dorei mare belonging to his mother. As the cloudrunner spotted Solarian, it staggered up slowly, sputtering out a frustrated neigh. That’s when Solarian caught a glimpse of the arrow lodged in its right haunch. He could almost hear his father’s words.

Approach him slowly, never from behind, walk in slow circles, let him know you are not a threat. Give him something to eat. Before you can even get near, he has to know that something good is coming, or else he will not trust you and run away.

And so, he did. Slowly, he took a few steps and gently tossed a piece of dried purian near him, then walked back to give it space again. The steed took a few steps back, but when Solarian retreated, it limped forward, seeking the sweet morsel among the grass. When that seemed to work, Solarian began to repeat the process, speaking softly to the creature as if it could understand.

“Erm... h-hello there. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly. “I’d like to get close enough to pull that thing from you. It looks quite painful.” He tossed another piece of dried purian. “My name is Solarian. I’d ask you for your name, but I don’t think you have one, do you?” he mused quietly. “You look like a Swiftrunner to me, though. And I’m so happy you like purians, too.” It felt silly at first, but the more he spoke, the less silly it felt. He wondered how long this cloudrunner had existed in Bastion. Had it been a soul ferried in from somewhere else before? Would it ever go back to the realm of the living, or would it prance across Bastion’s fields forever?

From healing bites and scratches on rabbits, does, and hawkstriders to pulling thorns from larion paws, he had dealt with animals before. Still, he knew he likely wouldn’t be getting that arrow too soon. But if he could continue to build trust, slowly but surely, he would be able to get close enough to be able to pull it out without getting kicked, bitten, or impaled. Perhaps it would take hours, or perhaps days, but Solarian was nothing if not patient and persistent.

                                                 🌱🌱🌱

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( @solautumn )