Ember
Η χόβολη άνθρακας-ανανεώνει. But, the world changed languages as a changing world does often. This day, I’m currently called Sintel, Braise, Glut, Ascua or more commonly, Ember.
Name Given at Birth: The name I was originally given was
Nicknames: Ember
Where were you born or created? I was born. My father is a satyr by the name of Brimstone. He let himself be known to a Greek woman by the name of Eurybia. He then stole her away from her father’s home and took her as his lover. And, in a manner of a few months, I was born.
Current Residence: I don’t keep a residence. I wander with King Oberon in his court, or with Chestnut or on my own. Residences are too irritating.
What do you do, your main function in life/society: I spend most of my day attending King Oberon when he requires our presence with him. If, on occasion, he dismisses us, I would spend time with my fellow Satyrs Chestnut and Mud Dauber or wander the forest for travelers and their careless use of fires. My element is Flame, I have right to speak to it, coo it into my favor and tame it to my will like a domestic companion. I like to keep an eye on the innocent fire that has been enslaved by man. Ever since he discovered it, he has been infatuated with it on a level most revolting. He ruins the forest of my King and causes flames to no longer trust others for its control. It has turned its tamed ear away from me thanks it’s abuse… that makes me furious…
Have you ever gone skinny dipping / do you know how to swim: I avoid water as much as humanly, feyly and satyrly possible. I can swim, but I detest water. I loath the rain, I entirely abhor the baths King Oberon orders me to take once a season change.
Do you make fun of people? Only when they aggravate me…which is most of the time… every day, every week. That is the beauty of our invisibility, and yet a curse. I’d like to see the expression on the buffoon who I mock, then what his expression is when he finds himself on his back and me standing over him, laughing.
Favorite Color and why? Red. It’s the color of my fur, of autumn, and the color I see when I get mad enough… usually whenever I see and or hear Puck near by.
Closest Friend(s)/How did you meet:
- Chestnut~ One of the few creatures alive whom I haven’t punch, yell at or craved to play a mean tricky upon their house. Chestnut is much like a big sibling to me, in truth, she is my elder cousin from our Satyr fathers. When I’m around that satyr, I feel more at ease and less like tripping the next mortal I see. When Oberon asked me into his court, he introduced us and I knew we were to be very close. When we’re not with the King, we’re usually together. Chestnut isn’t very fond of how I treat mortals and smaller creatures and often puts me in my place. Despite, we’re good companions and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
- Oberon~ We met when I was exploring the New Land, which the other Feys so often speak fondly of. So, I tricked a mermaid out of her pet whale and found myself on course for a new adventure. But, my third day of walking, I ran into the most infuriation creation imaginable! Puck. He teased me for miles as I walked on, trying to ignore him. When I couldn’t handle it, I let out a screech a Banshee would be proud of and I uprooted the nearest tree. I swung it at him wildly, trying to get him to shut his trap! When I wore myself out finally, after tearing up a forth tree to hit the little imp with, a very powerful being approached me. I knew instantly it was the King of shadows, Oberon. I was shocked when he asked me into his court. But of course, I’m not surprised, I am quiet glorious.
- Dewdrop the Fairy~ Another close friend of mine, she too is one of the rare few to find me at ease. We met when I was wandering a forest to try and catch a few small morsels for breakfast. It was early in the morning, there was a faint fog on the ground. I didn’t see the little fairy in the grass I was crossing and my hoof caught her leg, tripping me. I instantly shot up and looked for who did it with a fiery scowl. When I saw her apologetic, sweet face… I didn’t stay mad for long. In fact, nothing she does makes me mad. I think that is one of the reasons I like being near her.
Pets: Fire was once my pet, but now it no longer listens to me. Other pets are too much work. I get frustrated easily and whatever beast I decide is my pet at the moment usually finds itself thrown violently across a large distance.
Favorite Type of Music: Drums usually has my hooves moving. The beating of my heart in unison with the beat of a drum makes me want to dance and see if it can keep up with my new internal rhythm.
Hobbies/Pastimes: I have roamed many mountains in my lifetime. I like to pick up a rock or two from each mountain I have traced and keep them in a pouch I have on my belt. I also like to explore, looking at all I can look up and climb anything I can.
Favorite Food: Anything that fits in my hand and that moves. Or bread… mortal bread is more trustworthy then Fey bread, I’m afraid. I found my horns to be blue after one of Dewdrop’s friends gave me a piece of a Fey loaf she made.
Favorite Place to Relax: Near a quiet, warm, CONTROLLED fire near a gentle stream. Laying out on grass that has been warmed by my body, staring up at the stars.
Favorite Drink: Milk from a freshly stolen bucket. I like to drink it as I watch the unsuspecting farmer scramble about, trying to find the milk he worked hard getting, only to lose it when he turned his back on the bucket for a moment.
What’s your Bedtime?: Whenever my hooves tell me they need to stop for the day.
Are you married or single?: Single and enjoying the freedom contentedly.
Favorite Entertainment: Oberon scolding Puck.
Most Humiliating Moment: It was a time when Puck got the better of me. One of the few times, I might add. I was chasing the smelly bug when he tricked me into sliding onto a muddy hillside. I lost my hoofing and slipped, tumbling down and sliding in the mud to a point where my fur was soaked with mud and grime. To add to my defeat, I crashed into a squirrel’s tea party. I have to say, a satyr being chattered at by seven angry squirrels is not the best of moments for that poor satyr.
Proudest Moment: As a young faun, I liked testing my horns against my father. He would go easy on me, since I was so young. When I would run at him at my top speed, he’d only trot and easily flip my little body when our horns met. Now that I have grown, I challenged him once more to a contest. He ran a little faster at me, but I remained at my full speed. When we met, I tossed my head back and soon, he was staring up at the sky, a dumbfounded look on his face.
Craziest or Silliest Fey Person you know: The silliest fey I know I Dewdrop… crazy would be a good way to describe the constantly annoying Puck…
What do you look for in the opposite sex?: I suppose I would like someone who doesn’t make me mad…
In our Hierarchical Society everybody has somebody "over" them. Who is your immediate "overlord"?: The Great Shadow King Oberon, of course.
How do you feel about that person?: I spend practically everyday with him. I respect the king very much, and he is one of the few I let discipline me from my temper. If it weren’t for Oberon… Puck my have some true mayhem coming after him.
Favorite Sport to Watch: The daily life of a Tavern keep. The things that happen around him are quiet amusing.
Do you remember your first kiss?: The only kisses I have given anyone were to my mother or father when I was a small child. Once I grew my horns, I ceased that habit. I have yet to find anyone worthy of such a honor.
Where is your favorite "Vacation" spot?: The mountains. You will find many satyrs upon the stony side of a mountain, but I rarely stay long. There is far to much to discover, fight or explore.
What is your bed made of?: Me? Have a bed? No, I tend to find myself curling up on a warm stone, or under the bed of some mortal who has particularly warm floor.
How many people sleep in your bed?: I depends really, either hundreds of bugs in my grassy beds, or a mortals loyal dog on the heated ground.
10 Things Everybody Should Know About Me
1. I have a bit of a… temper, if you will.
2. I spend quiet some time picking bugs from my fur when I wake in the morning. I admit, a few look good enough to eat, so I usually have a snack before breakfast.
3. My father never taught me to fight. I managed to annoy a minator I knew growing up to teach me some defensive attacks. The rest I know is self-taught.
4. If I happen to slip into a temperamental rampage of words and violent gestures, it is best to let me continue without interruptions.
5. I spent a few years in a jail. Not as a criminal, as a spectator.
6. I have cracked my hoof countless times thanks to reckless dancing.
7. I find humans more fascinating then other satyrs would think. Mind you, they irritate me beyond belief… but they are an interesting lot.
8. The Bull is my patron animal.
9. I’d rather spend my time talking to bulls in a pasture then to goats in a pin.
10. I. Do. Not. Like. Puck.