Iphyne
Name ;; Iphyne (if-een)
Gender ;; Doe Role ;; Seer Though blinded, Iphyne is plagued by the future. One moment she'll be hopping along, the next her mind is tangled in knots by sensations and scents that are overwhelming. The next moment she stumbles back to herself, albeit usually confused and disorientated. It's a curse, and Iphyne is never quite sure if she's experiencing the present or a future yet to come. She can be frustrating to rabbits who don't understand her inability to make sense of things herself, so she's grown snappish with the seasons. species // artist |
Personality (in detail) ;; tba
Relationships ;; tba Short Story ;;
"Why do we not cherish Inlé as we do Frith, mama?" Nothing ever did make much sense to her. She realized the importance of Frith, of course. The sun was light, it was warmth in the cold and assurance that the hostilities of the night would come to an end sooner or later. The night, which she so fondly called Inlé, was none of these. It was dark, it was cold, and it was very, very uncertain. But she found company in the round moon-eye of the black rabbit. To her, it was another soul she could whisper her stories to. Countless nights were spent looking at the moon, her only source of light when her eyes began to cloud over. Rabbits of her original warren whispered that it was the black rabbit of Inlé who stole the color from her eyes. It was the black rabbit of Inlé who began giving rabbits prophetic dreams of disaster. But as snares began to trip more and more rabbits, and wanderings and disappearances occurred more and more, it became less about the rabbit of Inlé, and more about Iphyne. Iphyne, the one who had caused all this misfortune. Her friends and family, rabbits who she'd known all her life, soon acted cold and unfamiliar to her. "Oh Inlé!" She cried out into the night. "Why does this bad luck haunt my every step, when I have done nothing wrong but love you?" The injustice of it burned her lung as she cried out her anguish to the only remaining set of ears willing to hear her voice. But now all she longed for was a voice to assure her. There was only silence. |
her welcome home ;;
Within weeks of her onset of blindness, Iphyne left her warren. She left in the dead of night, for it made no difference to her whether Frith was out or not. Her world was forever darkened. She stumbled along through hillside and forest. She continued far past the time her limbs had begun aching, past her stinging paws and tangled pelt, even past the point where the pain all melted together into one big Hurt everywhere. It was pure luck, the kind she was unfamiliar with, that she was kept safe until she could dig a resting place in the soft mud of a dried river. She collapsed and fell into a deep sleep. She awoke to curious snuffling by her head. Her only response was to rear back in surprise- and fear. "Oh! You're awake. She's awake. You looked mighty awful. Ost- thank you, thank you. Have a berry, right here. Oh your eyes- here, follow my thump. There you go." Her voice could barely croak out a measly, "thank you." How she longed to say so much more at such kindness, but she was too weak for more words. "Let's take you home, okay?" |