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The day was hazy with overcast, the clouds blocking out the sun like a grey, woolen blanket. Down below the waves, the light was no better, even though as a sea creature yourself, your version far better than any land dweller. The currents were a little brisk, as the wind began to pick up above, but other than that, you took no notice of the looming storm.
You hovered above the outskirts of the kingdom that lay in the distance, small farms covering the land like a patchwork quilt surrounding you. The orderly plants were bending slightly in their rows as the current pushed past them as you eyed them idly. You turn and start to swim downwards towards the farm buildings stitched in randomly among the fields.

It was rather quite, schools off fish swimming by occasionally, and perhaps the lone fish himself diving around leisurely, as if on vacation. The ground was a sandy grey and strewn with pebbles, and you grow closer from the ground, the water starts to feel a little warmer, as if the ground below was releasing the earth's heat. The tall plants seam to whisper as they toss about in the ocean, their green leaves dancing softy. You fallow the trail that leads down two different crops when you start at a flash of color. A large body, probably a fish, had passed through the crops to your right and you hovered on the spot, looking puzzled. You on, but at a slower pace, and a worn down building comes into your line of vision. A flash of color passes by and a cloud of sand and dirt blooms out in the water, blocking your vision. You sigh in frustration, waiting for it to settle down. In the dim light, you could see a peophin before you, her reddish brown mane and tail flickering back and forth, and her bright eyes fallowing your movements. *"And who, exactly, are you?" she said in a odd voice, a slight frown crossing her face. You hesitate slightly, "I'm guest, and I'm passing through and I'm in need of a place to stay for the night."*

She was long and slender, and her tail was rather transparent and large. Two large, feathered, wings flapped uselessly at her sides as she eyed you, appearing to thinking the situation over.
But she smiled, "It's been a while since anyone has passed through here, you are most welcome. I'm Aerliin."*
Aerliin gave a brisk nod and turned around, her powerful tail beating the water causing it to swirl about; swimming forward on the path you had been on mere minutes before.

The house Aerliin lived in was old, and the white paint was weathered away and worn looking, leaving wood to show through beneath it. But it had a warm feeling inside of it, full of bright colors and beautiful shells were used for decoration every which way. You were leaning against a sturdy wooden table, a warm cup of coffee in your hand as you smiled at your host after telling her some news and such of the kingdom that she had not heard.
*"Coffee at night, huh?" Aerliin said, turning her head sideways.
You shake your head, "It works wonders, it dose...not tell me, who exactly are you?"*
You had seen someone else lingering out of site as you came in, and the Peophin seamed to know that you had. Here eyes suddenly looked tired as she turned her head away, "My story is no happy one."*
You snort, "Mine is far from a happy ending. You think everyone has a happy life?"*
She turned back, a spark in her eye, "You sure you want to hear it?"*

I raced down the hallway, carrying the much needed clean bandages and wrapping- I was holding on to them tightly. Moans of pain could be heard from passing rooms, leaking into the hall as I speed past, and I shook my head. This was no place for me, but I was one of the few who was well enough to help. I could barely hold down any food at all after working with a patient, and I was running on no sleep. It all came with a price.
I finally reached the end and nearly did a summersault in the water as I tried to slow down, my tail beating the water franticly. I righted myself and went into the room, and the now familiar stench of the sick overcame me, but I plowed on. The room was crowded, we had long since run out of bed for the sick, so blankets and sheets had been spread across the floor and many of the infected lay on them all in hazy state.
I swam up to a tired looking nurse, her once crisp uniform now dirty, and dark circles lined her dull green eyes.
She barely looked at me, "Thank you Aerliin, now go see if you can fix up bed 46J, she has a chance."*
I shuddered inwardly at her words, but I knew she meant well. So many had died, and it seamed all we could do was to help the few that were well, if at all.
I went over reluctantly, but saw the girl was asleep, with small relief. Whatever this disease was, it spread quickly, and caused welts to appear along the surface of the skin. Her condition wasn't all that bad, so I cleaned her welts with water; it all we had left, and wrapped them. I then went off to work on others, but I returned to tend and change her bandages later. She opened her eyes towards the end of the day, as I leaned over her, but then she was out again within moments. I felt slightly sad, but I knew it was for the best, for her to sleep was the only way to evade the pain.
It was nearing midnight finally was able to take a break, and I went quickly to find my younger brother. I was tired, my brain was buzzing and my eyes felt like stones, all I needed was sleep, but I pressed on. He was the last of my family left, and his condition has worsened the last time I had been able to check, and I was worried stiff.
I turned once more into the long hall and entered another room overcrowded with people, and turned with my anxious heart towards the back of them room.
He wasn't there.
I stood there for a few seconds, registering what this meant. I could barely even cry out but merely sank to the floor, and stare dully at the person who now occupied his bed. He had been my last connection to this world, I had been left responsible for him...I had no tears left for his death. I had cried as I saw all of them, my family, pass before me, leaving me behind. At least they were happy now where ever they went, was the best thought I could come up with.
I think I must have passed out, because one of the helpers like myself was shaking my shoulder, trying to awaken me and going on about bus coming in from the outskirts of town with more people.
He was gone within a few minutes, and I got up quietly. I couldn't even look at the bed that stood before me, I felt hallow on the inside.
Everything seamed to happen now in a hazy blur, as if I was sick myself; my mind had disappeared, and my heart had grown cold. I worked endlessly, not even thinking of anything. Weeks upon weeks passed, until miraculously, it was over. The dead were carried in smaller groups, and the hospital quieted, filled with a echoing silence that bothered me. But I seamed not remember a second of it since my brother had gone.

Many people were able to get away by going to other isolated areas, but I was surprised by the numbers that returned to the kingdom, with their baggage and children in tow, looking worn, but healthy. I was alone now, and nowhere to live. My parent's home, along with many others had been burned down in the king's effort of killing anything that still had the cause of it all. It didn't work, but something caused it to stop in the end; I don't think anyone cared what stopped it, more that it had finally disappeared. Few who had been within the walls that surrounded the kingdom had lived, and those who did overcome it, were left with ugly scars as a life-long reminder. I had none, which was odd in itself- even the nurses and doctors had them, but I was passed caring about what happened to me. There were a lot of orphans now, many parents had sent children out of town first at the first sign of the threat, but never got out themselves in time. A large old shoe factory was opened to house the many children, and I was one of the lucky ones to be allowed in...groups of were left on the streets, supposedly old enough to fend for themselves. Times became hard, with not enough people to keep things running, businesses died. Food was scarce, and we often went hungry in that stupid factory, I often longed to be free of the place.

It was one a cold morning during winter when tall lady came, dresses presently, looking to adopt. I was dishearten, knowing the young always went, and just lay there, my stomach growling against the cold floor, a few others huddled around me, sharing our warmth as we huddled under a worn woolen blanket. I herd them pass down the long room, but it wasn't until our master, barked at us to stand up, that I finally shook myself and climbed up in the water.
I was older now, and I looked a wreck, and so did the others that hovered around me.
I didn't understand the calculating look that lady was giving us, but I noticed her cold eyes.
It wasn't until later that I found she had adopted a large group of older orphans. We had looked at each warily, but smiled slightly, hoping for better living conditions, in the least.

I don't know why I was so surprised when our new "mother" took us to our home. Healid, as we soon learned to call her, introduced herself out-front of the dark brick building after a long trip from the orphanage. It was a factory, and we were to work the machines. How fantastic. We were given food, true, and the rooms were warm, but they got even warmer during the summer, as we found out eventually. It was a hard life, Healid needed people to work machines, and the population was rather low at the moment, so it was up to us. But it was okay, my mind was always busy, and I never let it stray from my work. I didn't talk much to the others, nor did they talk much at all, for we were not allowed to speak during working hours.
So my life was like this for years, working to make the metals that the factory produced, day in and out. They were in heavy demand, due to many new buildings needing built, so work never ceased.
It had been a rather long hot day, and there had just been a massive order placed a few days before. We had been working since it came in, but things were not going well. Two of our crew were off with injuries because there had been a spill of molten metal, and it was the peak of summer, things were getting warm. I was tired, more exhausted than I had been in a long time, tears were forming in my eyes just from being awake so long. Every time Healid walked past I begged with my mind for a break to come, and I glanced at the clock so much, it was nearly like I had a twitch in my neck. Healid was inspecting our work, and walked behind me for the ump most time, and I cursed her in my mind. I was having a hard time concentrating on what I was doing, let alone pay attention and think about break. All I did was let the handle slip...

I was covered in it. The hot metal in its fiery liquid form, and I screamed like I never thought I could, it pierced even my own ears. All I saw was red and orange and my skin felt like it was on fire...and melting. I thrashed about, hysterical and unsure of what to do. I pushed around, my tail beating like a whirlwind and I landed panting, somehow, and the ground some feet away from the mess that lay before me coughing and hacking. The metal was now cooling, and starting to become caked in my mane and sides, I shook myself, trying to remove it.

I didn't notice that they were staring at me, every last one of them, I looked up when all I heard was the gurgling of cooling metal, and saw Healid standing in front of my, the others close behind her.
Her eyes were wide in shock and horror and she took a step back at my look and she said with a shaking voice, "Why aren't you dead?"*
Healid had never been the kindest person, but she let us live, true she was harsh and sometimes brutal, but I had never seen her this way. I was still unsure of exactly what happened, other than at one moment I was covered with liquid metal, and that I was now alive.
I stared at her, my mouth slight ajar, "What...Ma'am?" I tried to sound more polite, she was still my master.
She just looked at me, and took the smallest steps back before saying, "What are you?" she paused and closed her eyes, "Get out."*
I rose up in the water and I know my faced was looking more confused then ever, as she yelled, louder, "Get out!"*
I knew it would be best to leave this place, and quickly. I hesitated; looking at the people I had worked with for years, and then struggled to leave to through the door. I was horrified at the way I was kicked out, as if I were some kind of freak. I didn't understand. I swam until I reached a alleyway, where I crashed into some long forgotten piles of discarded wood. I fell to sleep into a fitful sleep.

I woke up feeling a little better, and was quick to get up. Then a wave of thoughts swam through my mind, and I quickly went down again, needing to think things out.
Had I really been that frightening?
Should I have really ... died?
I shook my head and pondered the idea. Burns were common in the factory, but no one had been covered before, I look at my body. Not a scratch to be found. And I had lived through all the death when the disease swept through the kingdom...

I sighed, perhaps I was unbreakable. I laughed, wouldn't that be handy though? I could do just about anything and not fear much, or would people fear me? Healid's face seamed to flash momentarily through my bind, and suddenly I felt sick. I was going to have to leave after all. I needed to leave this place behind anyways, and go somewhere else, start over. I studied where I had crash landed the night before, I had ended up in a alley of sorts, dirty sand stretching below me. Two old buildings rose on either side of me with boarded up windows; I knew I couldn't stand to be here any longer. I left that night, going through the gates before they closed, no one asked any questions; the guards only pay attention if you are coming in rather than leaving. Of course they never expected a monster of sorts to be behind the gates at all in the first place. If that was what I was now...a monster?

I traveled for days, unsure of where I was going, never having left the crowded buildings before, or if I did when I was younger, I didn't remember. It felt weird to be in the open, for after a while buildings because less and less pushed together, and there were become scare altogether. I think I swam in circles for a while, but I didn't mind, it felt good to be free of the confines of the factory, to be able to do as I wished, for once in my life. Endless plants now stood before me, like they were carved in the land in their neat little rows. I new this area was good for farming, but I never really had thought of it much. I actually saw a school of fish flash in and out of some crops, and I giggled to myself. I froze, I hadn't laughed in a long time...
On a random though I dived down quickly, stretching my wings wide as I went and swam through the tall reedy plants. The leaves lightly touching my tail and brushing past, I was laughing aloud now. I did this on and on, it was like I was a child again let loose outside to play for hours on end.
But as the sun started its decent, ending another day, I suddenly stopped, and left for a clearing... desperate to be free once more. I sat alone on the sandy ground, now quite alone. It had been a while since I had all this time to myself, and for once, about what I was to do with my life now that I had left me current one behind. What was there to do? I sighed, and laid back on the rocky seabed. It all seamed pointless.
The next few days I was not much better off, I finally felt the impact of being out here with no one else to at least share a cold bed with at night. Memories that I had shut away in all the pain, about my family started to resurface in flashes. It had been years since I had thought about it all, and all I could do was sit there in that one spot, trying to deal with it all. Too many images were rushing my mind; I couldn't think straight, it was too hard. The silence began pushing into my ears until I could barely stand it, and I finally got up.
I needed to find something other than crops that surrounded me endlessly, so I began swimming almost furiously, trying to shove the memories behind me as I darted through the water.
The sun was setting when I found it, the rays casting different colors across the waves which, in turn, danced on the ocean floor below. I came across the small little building tucked on the top of a hill, with a grain mill and such near it, but it looked as if someone belongs there. I shook my head, eager to free of coldness of being empty. I swam across to it, approaching it slowly. It looked old, weeds grew up the side that you were not able to see in the distance. The grain mill looked long forgotten, which puzzled me seeing as we were in the middle of farming land. A long muddy brown eel slid gently in and out of a broken window, and I sighed inwardly as I watched its body move back and forth ever so gracefully.
I never doubted that something forgotten would be unsafe, so I quickly went up to the window, after waiting the eel trail away for a minute. The place was a utter mess; but it would do. The smoldering door was open so I went in easily enough, and found a pile of kelp and seaweed that would make a nice bed for later. A small kitchen could be found along with a room that was littered with books and parchment was off to the main room. I smiled to myself, I could make this work. I spent the rest of the evening cleaning and restoring what this house had become.
For once, I was happy, I spent making the house habitable. I slept on the bed each night looking out across the fields and into the distance I liked to think I saw a town, or perhaps some sort of other people coming my way.
And then one morning I opened my eyes, not the rising sun as I had started to become used to, but to a face that was mere inches from mine, and which was breathing down on me.

I leaped back off of my make shift bed, startled and not wanting to be too close to this new-comer. She was a peophin, like myself, but her skin was of greens and blues and had striped markings much like a fish. Her face was contorted in rage, though I thought I saw fear flicker in the edge of her eyes. Somehow she looked familiar.
*"Who the heck are you? And why are you here?" She got up abruptly and glared pointedly down at me, "No one should be able to find this house!"*
She was starting to yell now and I merely raised my eyebrow and said a sarcastically, "You can't make a house invisible; you'd need magic you know, which if I haven't checked lately, doesn't exist."*
She looked at me pointedly, "Magic dose exist."* *"Well then, if it did exist why..." I lost my train of thought and looked back at this peophin, and suddenly knew why she looked so vaguely familiar as a long forgotten memory reawaked, "You're alive? Hardly anyone did survive...and yet you have no scares?"*
The angered seamed to drain out of her and her mouth fell lightly open before she compose herself quickly, "I told you magic exists."* But she paused and added, "You saved my life didn't you?"*
I shook my head, "No, all I did was change your bandages and clean your wounds, like I do so many others."*
*"You did something though. My name is Kayate."* I was looking out the window now as I said, "I'm Aerliin. Well, Kayate, what exactly are you doing here?"*
*"This house is meant to hide something and keep its contents safe, that is why I am here," She said, stiffening up, "And it should be hidden from view, normal people should not see this place."*
*"What?!"*
*"But Aerliin, you are obviously far from normal."*

Cliff hanger time!
All the better to leave you wanting more. :D

{Possibly coming soon!}

In Aerliin's story, it doesn't quite cover who she is to be, where it left off, that is. Either way, she is a guardian of what she finds out is being kept in that seemingly abandoned house. Though she doesn't quite accept the idea at first, Aerliin ends up proving she is the only right being for the job, without meaning too; even if she is not too fond of the idea.
But, in fact, she dose start to enjoy it in the end. With Kayate to keep her company, and Tarnoa to be found hovering at her side, she never really feels completely lonely again. Aerliin was never one to be extremely outgoing, and appreciates quite company more than anything. Loud noises often irritate her, so the quite farmlands and fields are soothing. Though the Aerliin and Kayate are never without work, for they tend to the crops, grumbling all the way.
Despite the chore, Aerliin stil has a great joy swimming through the full grown plants passing hours upon hours away in such a manner.
She dose get out and fly among the clouds occasionally, but it quite a bit of effort. First her wings must dry completely so they are light enough for takeoff, and find a place to launch herself up is no easy feat either. Either way, like she enjoys swimming for long periods of time, she joys the wind on her face; mainly because it simply is so different that the feeling of water passing softly by.
Aerliin is strong and lean, and is not injured easily and overall rather healthy, though at times she can let her mood get in the way of taking care of herself. She is friendly, and caring, but can be sarcastic at times when she doesn't understand something.
Aerliin can also be brave when it is necessary, and will be willing to fight to protect what she left, until the end.

Main Colors
Anyone can use these, as long as they follow the rules.

Codes are down!
Due to the fact that this is application, and they would have no place to link to.

Green

Blue

Brown

Gold

Orange

Pink

Purple

Red

Shadow

Silver

Skunk

White

Yellow

Don't see a color you need? Feel free to neomail Fleana93 and request a color not found up here!
Basic color requests are always open.

Custom Adoptables
If you would like one for your own peophin, feel free to neomail me.
Just please read the rules :3

Custom are closed due to that fact that is a application and that they would have nowhere to link to.

Aerliin

Adoptables Waiting to be made
1. Open

Total Custom Count - 01

If you have requested a adoptable and your name is not on this list, LET me know, or else your will never be done!


These have been made for a certain pet, please do not take them if it is not an adoptable of your pet. Just request one please.
Thanks, Fleana.

There is no fanart of Aerliin at this time. -sad face-
Want to do a art trade with Fleana, so Aerliin has some art of her pretty self? xD
Neomail me!

Art of Aerliin by Fleana

Random arts that you don't see, or see only parts of, throughout the layout or other areas. Enjoy!

{Moar comin soon! xD}

My scanner killed this one, I'm sorry. It hates it when I do soft backgrounds, but anyways, yes,
this is proof Aerliin dose use those wings after all xD

Started out as a quick sketch in regular pencil, and then, later I experimented and added
watercolor pencil to see what it would look like. Pretty cool result.

Not really the best, but I used watercolor pencils, which are new to me.
Aerliin likes to sit in the rain, apparently.

I've used this too many times, but what can I say, its one of my favorite pieces I've ever
done. ^^ Yes, I did take the outline (always done in pencil) and paint it last February, as I was painting old
outlines to get used to the watercolor medium.

To be perfectly honest, I'm no great role-player. The most I can do without embarrassing myself is do neomail role-plays with people who request so.
Here is an example that I did over neomail with Lokomii and her Kougress Yuki, and I playing the part of Icecreasts.

An Example...

The sound of snow being whipped through the air could be heard from the mountaintop. A icy blue colored kougress wandered through the small village, white fur decorated her underbelly and muzzle. Around her neck was a black leather collar with jewels. Her eyes were the color of emeralds. She had white stripes coursing down her back, white paws blending in with the snow. Her tail had white rings like a candy cane. She stopped and looked up at the sky, ears flickering.
The winds whistled to one another as a dark shadow could been seen moving threw the cotton grey clouds, and a darkly colored Kougress slowly came into view. She was fighting against the winterish winds, flapping her scaled wings vigorously then sharply turned towards the white earth, landing haphazardly among the snow. Arching her back she shook the snow that coated her fur, revealing a dark purple pelt that was connected to dark blue wings that were almost... dragonish like. White markings were seen on the tips of her ears and along her tail, but the rest of her body was sunk into the snow. She slowly stood up, gazing ahead at the figure that stood in front of her.
The kougress' eyes turned to look at the new arrival.
*"I commend you for braving these winds." She said in a soft voice, she enjoyed the icy winds. "Come, you must be tired."*
The kougress said as she turned and led the way through the falling snow into a large temple made of stone.
The tired Kougress nodded, Yes, now I know why they say never to take flight when dark clouds line the edge of your vision, was her response, but it was not said aloud. The words echoed of the fields of the mind, forming it as if she said it within the Kougress that lead her into the stone building.
Looking around the purple Kougress added, Ah yes, I'm Icecreasts, and where may I ask, have I landed?

I do sort of like role-playing, despite my weakness in ability to actually role-play decently. I would love to role-play with Aerliin; if I do every get a chance. She is such a unique character and would be interesting to work with.

Example of Aerliin...

You wouldn't exactly expect to find anyone in the middle of the ocean, singing, would you? But there she was, on the outcropping of some seaweed strew rock island. Or it was an outcropping of rocks, more like. A peophin lay there, her tail just dipping into the salty waved, her long, feathered wings stretched out in the sun, drying. She had a long reddish brown mane and bright eyes, which were opening only briefly. Her body was lean and strong, from years of endless work, but yet, she seamed at peace for the moment. Her soft voice didn't carry far; which was probably good, since she was no singer, those notes could have killed anyone in a mile radius. But suddenly, she stood up on her front legs, and stretching her wings, which seamed even larger now that they were spread out. She began to flap them back and forth as if ready to take flight of the mighty open skies.