Cythra
| Cythra | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Prydaen |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Bard |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Annalyse, Walcar, Talliska |
Snarky Cythra Feralclaw née Seord Wildclaw, Deadly Hunter, Grandmaster Bard of Elanthia
…yes, THE Cythra
Description
Cythra has cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black-streaked auburn mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has glittered silver fur, a straight tail and a lithe figure. She is tall for a Prydaen.
She has a dancing pattern of glittering painted musical notes scattered at random her cheekbones.
Details
Adopted daughter of Annalyse Seord.
Favored grandchild of Walcar Seord.
Adopted daughter of Talliska Wildclaw.
Sweetie of Eurynomile.
Sister of Opol.
Designer extraordinaire.
Bardic teller of wondrous tales with run-on sentences.
Singer of glorious songs
Former member of the Order of the Apostles.
Unsupervised
Turning Kermoria on its ear.
(one ear at a time if necessary)
Custom Designs
A face wrap of luxurious silverweave displaying a platinum Triquetra inset with a lightning amethyst
The heavy, lustrous fabric of the wrap is made up of silver threads spun together with white linen thread for extra support. These strands are woven together with a pitch-black thread, resulting in a shimmery, somewhat starry effect. The rich purple gemstone inset into the shining platinum of the Triquetra hides a golden lightning-shaped inclusion. Tapered on each end, the length of fabric is clearly meant to be wrapped about the head and face.
A gleaming platinum choker dangling a stylized eighth note charm
Slight doming and a finely curved flag gives the single musical note a three-dimensional appearance. Inset into the note-head is a tiny, sparkling amethyst, faceted so that it glistens as it catches the light. The note hangs by its flag from the lustrous choker.
A fiery phoenix charm displaying swirling charoite eyes
Lifelike feathers of red and yellow gold each limned with a faint tracery of white gold and scattered with twinkling ruby dust give the illusion of the bird being engulfed in flames. Standing out against the fiery detailed body are the wickedly curved beak and fierce talons of silvery-black animite and the charoite eyes which swirl in a chaotic blend of cool violets. Faint whirring noises can be heard from within its belly.
A gypsy shirt with an orchid alexadrite button
Designed to offer a flirtatious peek of the wearer's midriff, the cropped, off-the-shoulder shirt is crafted of the softest raw silk and stitched with intricately woven triquetras of multi-hued, metallic threads. Centered on the front of the gathered and ruffled grey shirt is a button fashioned from a highly polished orchid alexandrite. In the daylight, the orchid alexandrite (color changing gem) exhibits a vivid pink hue.
A heavily-boned black nightsilk corset clasped with a stormfire topaz
Wasp-waisted, this corset accents the feminine form to perfection. The softly curving top and bottom of this beautifully crafted garment are embroidered with threads of glittering topaz, while complex silvery laces crisscross up the sides. Gleaming platinum hook and eye closures embellish the front of the corset. Designed to attract attention, the form-fitting corset is clasped with an elegant stormfire topaz. The gem is a steely blue-grey, reminiscent of brilliant bolts of lightning.
A dagged chainmail belt displaying a lightning amethyst
The gleaming platinum belt, crafted to gracefully drape across the wearer's hips, features triangular dags edged in a multitude of tiny bells which sway with every movement. The dags are forged with a pattern of alternating chevrons of shining black and glistening deep purple metal links. Prominently featured upon the clasp, the depths of a rich purple lightning amethyst hide a golden lightning-shaped inclusion.
A starlight velvet gypsy skirt
Crafted to sway with any motion, the luxurious cloth of this full skirt consists of silk threads with diamond chips worked into them. When the light hits the fabric, the gem's reflection creates the illusion of glittering stars on a moonlit night across the surface. Cut to accentuate the hips, the contoured waistband is laced at the sides. Centered on the waistband is a black opal which is mounted in an elegant setting of platinum. The glittering jewel flashes with brilliant flecks of red and purple.
A gold-inlaid damascened platinum tailband etched with a phoenix
The damascened platinum gives the impression of liquid metal beneath the gleaming surface of the band which has channels of gold flowing around its edges. Deeply etched into the surface is the image of an intricate fiery phoenix in flight clutching a stylized eighth note. Inset into the eye sockets are a pair of perfectly matched faceted amethysts.
Some high-heeled grey leather boots with platinum-inlaid heels
The cuffs of the supple, calf length boots are turned down revealing the luxurious suede interior. Along the edge of the cuff and encircling the ankle are straps of matching leather, each of which is fastened with a buckle crafted of fine damascened platinum. Delicately inlaid into the back of each highly figured wyndewood heel is a single platinum quarter note inset with a tiny faceted amethyst.
Stories
An untitled tasteful tale of brotherly love. (Second place winner, White Rose Talent Show in 439)
A Morning Stroll (First place winner, White Rose Thorny Storytime in 439)
A Mermaids Tail
Bloodlips
No Happily Ever Afters
Pudgysquirrel
Short Story
Battle Cry song
The unofficial official song of the assault on Basalt Isle
Battle Cry by Cythra Feralclaw
The Squire Notes were in,
The battle’s name was coined.
Survival chance was slim.
But the battle must be joined.
The youngsters then all sighed,
We don’t want to die.
Their tears the veteran’s spied.
It’s just their battle cry.
The empaths all prepared,
Triage was all planned.
They hoped that lives were spared.
On that island sand.
The empaths then all sighed.
They feared their friends would die.
They said, as they dried their eyes,
It’s just our battle cry.
The leader he was bold,
The fighters all had said.
The legends would be told
Of the warriors lying dead.
His fear was not denied
Saying as he wiped his eyes,
I’m not going to lie,
It’s just my battle cry.
My top notch battle cry.