Lohte




The strings of fate have started playing a song, all Lohte can do now is listen.

by Selsie @goatlings

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Lohte is the Goddess of the moon, love, roses, persistence, tragedy and fate. Her story is closely intertwined with Nikolai (my project page pet!!). A little history about her character, she started out super long ago as the main character in a short story I wrote when I was like 13. It was a super morbid story about human sacrificial rituals and I found the story again when I was 17, I started to rewrite and made a ton of changes and here we are today with Lohte.
Before she became a Goddess Lohte was just a human, here's a little profile of her character.


name; Lohte

age; 18/immortal

personality; shy, tends to keep to herself, gullible and naive, wants to please those she looks up to, stubborn, calm, logical, curious, revels in being proven right.

appearance; Lohte is tan skinned with golden brown eyes and hair that's dark brown when she's human. As a Goddess she wears the mark of the moon and her hair is green, she flushes easily and has a spray of freckles across her cheeks.

Likes ; roses, games, cute things, adhering to rules and tradition, being praised, nature, harmony, kindness Dislikes ; being afraid, morally grey actions, being taken advantage of, unfairness, judgeful people, close-mindedness
relations
Lohte the sacrifice

before she became the godess of many things, Lohte was a simple shrine maid in her remote village in the rain forest. in this small village the people arrived like they disappeared; suddenly and mysteriously. there was no warning and certainly no explanation as to how the children came. there's only two facts in this village; the first is when you bleed, you stop aging. the second is when Terra calls on you, there is no turning back.
Ran the deity of life

there's one thing Ran knows; she is alone. not that she is alone where she lives, she rarely is, and neither is she the only deity, but she is still alone. there is nobody that understand how merciful one has to be to make life so ruthless. her curse is her blessing, where she has power, her weakness hides. being a deity has never been fun for Ran, until she got Lohte.
Nikolai the emperor

when myths are created, the sky watches. there's nothing Nikolai can do but hide where the eye can't reach, and try his best to push Lohte away from danger and Ran away from Lohte. there's no telling how appreciated his good sense will be.
Story
There is something in the woods that waits, it hums and chants through the night and quietens during the day. We all hear it here, the goddess with her infinite colors and forgiveness, rash and ruthless nature. Terra waits.

The statue in front of me stares out of it's keen fox eyes, waiting as diving things like to do. I place the sticky white cloud of rice in front of it on the plate that I know will be empty by morning. I rise from my kneel and clap my hands together once, bidding Terra's companion goodbye. I rush out of the temple and into the clearing where our village rests, the quiet from the woods extends into our homes. One house stand out, taller than the others, it's sloping roof fixed with clay instead of just more straw. I walk slower than I should towards it, watching the sun slowly fall towards the tops of trees that have always been there.

The sound of bewildered whispers grows louder with each approaching step, the pressing feeling in my gut heaves itself toward the ground, I keep going and push aside the fabric entrance of the elders home. Simultaneously a wave of hair sweeps through the air as every woman turns their youthful face towards me. A hundred pair of bright eyes watch me take a step back out of the house.

A woman with dark hair and serious eyes that don't seem to suit the excited curve of her lip parts the crowd like they are the ocean of our tales and stops in front of me. Zenna does not greet me. I tower above my elder, this unwanted growth painfully obvious to everyone, their gaze finally shies away from it. It was an inevitable horror accompanied by the popping of bones, stretching of skin and softening of once sharp shapes.

Zenna finally speaks, her voice calm and wise, the only betrayal of her true age, Lohte, My name rolls off her tongue like an accusation. Haven't you bled yet?

There is a heavy silence my elders want me to fill, the only answer I have for them is my hesitation and it tells them enough. A sudden chorus of complaints soars through the house.

What will we do if she never bleeds?

Will she keep aging?

Has the Goddess abandoned us?

The last question makes the crowd of deceivingly young looking girls quieten as they considered that fate.

Absolutely not, Zenna finally says. Terra would not abandon us.

I swallow my doubts and cast my eyes down to the straw floors. The villagers bicker along amongst themselves, Zenna continues her attempts at calming the restless ones, their words physically hang in the humid air, bringing it down on my head until they finally become silent.

It's best if you leave now, Lohte. Zenna speaks, I see the start of sympathy in her eyes and hate it.

I don't hesitate and with a curt nod leave the elders house, the sun is casting it's last desperate shadows across the fields, the darkness in the woods grows and bleeds into our fields and I hurry back to the temple.

A soft streak of moonlight is painted across the temple floor, I watch it slowly move farther and farther away from me and the stone fox looking over me. I turn towards it, it's wise eyes stare out into nothing.

Do you reckon Terra has abandoned me? I ask, my voice slicing through the silence, when it is quiet again it is deeper and lonelier.

Why me?

Once more the fox stays silent, with a sigh I stretch myself out, another bone pops and the sound of my fading youth echoes through the temple. Unable to fall asleep again, I stand towards the entrance, the village peacefully lays in it's clearing, embraced by the woods on all sides.

The sight of the dark trees remind me of stories the elders told of Gods and hidden horrors, creatures bathing in mountain pools, men hiding between the stars, the goblet. I try to remember the last one, why it was important, but can't. The moon grins down at me, challenging me to remember.

With a huff I turn from the village and it's woods and towards the fox. As always it sits in the same spot.

Some answers would be lovely right now.

A sudden commotion from the village makes me jump, the lights burn bright and multiple small women rush from the elders home, their voices carrying shrill through the night.

She's dead! Yasmina yells, the utter panic carved out on her seamless face made more terrifying by her unusually hollow cheeks. Zenna is dead!

I rush from the temple towards her and the small crowd that has gathered around her already, the oil lamps hanging from their arms driving away the night. What happened?

Yasmina turns to me, her brown skin green with fear and disgust, the words tumble out. Zenna is dead, she died, her heavy breath clouds up through the cold air.

That's impossible, I grab her shoulders, shake her frail young body, convinced she's sleepwalking through a nightmare. We don't die.

Apparently we do! She screams, her arms flail out and the villagers step back, a panicked chatter growing amongst them. Things are changing, the Goddess has abandoned us.

No. Terra will never abandon us.

Yasmine abruptly falls still, her panicked eyes grow glassy as she stares out at the temple. After a second she raises her glassy eyes at me with a scary conviction. I know. Her hands grab for me, I try to get away but her grip grows too tight. A laugh hiccups through her. I know!

More hands grab for me, my eyes meet every villager's crazed stares and I realize what will happen.

They have blamed me.

I struggle in their grasp but fail to get away, Yasmine's laugh is the only sound I hear as the villagers drag me towards the temple, the moon overhead watches.

I scream as their oil lamps crash into a dry patch of grass and a fire climbs up the air towards the black sky, it's heat scalds my skin as they force me down to the ground.

Get me the knife, Yasmine says, too quickly a woman with pale hair produces one, as if she expected this. There is not a single trace of guilt or sadness on her features, only a silent conviction of her actions.

The cold steel presses against my hot throat, an unwelcome relief of the heat. Quietly Yasmine mutters the words, I stop struggling as the other women join in and a chant soars up into the night. The fire's orange flames burn brighter at the sight of this. I stare through unshed tears into the endless array of heat and try to find an answer in it, try to remember the stories of kind and forgiving Gods but find nothing but a sudden silence.

Terra forgive us, Yasmine whispers softly and then there's nothing but the burn of steel digging into my throat and darkness.

plans
.
✔️a petlookup
✔️a customisation
✖️a finished story
✖️a p2 and p3
✔️some art

a poem
.

the stars sing with magic
of what flows through your veins
but your eyes remain tragic
all you can see is what has become
common pain

oh love, you're dawn and dusk
end and beginning, heart and soul
and everything in between

you weren't meant to be a rose
you're all thorns and you like it that way

there's no thing like love, only worship for this god
and you like it that way

❤️


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