Felitaurs are built much more like Centaurs than they like to admit.
Instead of their horse lowers they have the bodies of lions. They have natural flexibility almost unrivalled, it helps them keep themselves well groomed and out of trouble.
They are loyal beings, and tend to stick together. There are less divides between clans as there are any others, their skin tones and patterns are just differences they admire amongst themselves. Their leaders are merely the ones with the gift of gab and strength to back up their claims.
On a whole water is best avoided by the clans as they tend to dislike being wet for long periods of time. The majority live in the mountains and in more recluse areas of the forests.
Felitaurs tend to keep themselves to themselves, very independent beings that are content with their own company as much as they are in small groups. Communication isn't the best between the felines and sometimes mistaken identity does lead to mock brawling.
Some are violent, others are overly affectionate. It all depends on the life they have lead and the instincts they have been forced to use. They make fantastic medical staff and therapists.
Friday, 4 March 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Phoenix part 1 general.
I had planned on releasing information about phoenixes later, but there's somewhere else on the internet I am posting information about them. So.. for now I am making it clear that these are my imaginings, a little different from the mythology I've been told for many years.
Phoenixes on Mournie have three forms.
The humanoid form, the eagle form, and the dragon form.
The dragon form is rarer and usually used as a last resort only.
Some prefer to stay as humans, others as eagles. They can often be compared to angels for their wings be used in their humanoid forms.
They can live several lifetimes and be born from two phoenixes, or earn the distinction.
They live far in an unreachable and hidden area, keeping themselves to themselves is their prerogative as they look over everything.
People often think of them as passive, those that do have not seen their dragon forms.
It takes a lot for a phoenix to give up its humanity, once a dragon they are marked distinctly after they dare take that step.
Phoenixes on Mournie have three forms.
The humanoid form, the eagle form, and the dragon form.
The dragon form is rarer and usually used as a last resort only.
Some prefer to stay as humans, others as eagles. They can often be compared to angels for their wings be used in their humanoid forms.
They can live several lifetimes and be born from two phoenixes, or earn the distinction.
They live far in an unreachable and hidden area, keeping themselves to themselves is their prerogative as they look over everything.
People often think of them as passive, those that do have not seen their dragon forms.
It takes a lot for a phoenix to give up its humanity, once a dragon they are marked distinctly after they dare take that step.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Humans Part 1 - General information
Humans were a small group... eventually the humans that existed saw what the taurs had and wanted it.
Only they were more successful at managing to divide and conquer and spot weaknesses than the 'taurs were.
Now already this sounds cliche about the big bad humans... but that's not how it really is.
'Taurs war amongst themselves as much as the humans managed to take over. Taur wars usually are more carefully planned and territorial, one on one battles favoured over advanced weaponry.
Now, politics aside, humans have a wonderful amount of variation to them. They have two legs for the most part and two arms, again for the most part. They don't tend to have limbs missing, or any extra ones, but that can happen occasionally.
Their hair however long is styled however they wish. They are usually covered with clothes for their own dignity.
They come in all shapes and sizes. Fat, thin, tall, short, shapely, angular.
They come with any sexuality they want, equipped with their own prejudices about that.
Humans tend to have no connection to magic, half bred fae are another story.
Only they were more successful at managing to divide and conquer and spot weaknesses than the 'taurs were.
Now already this sounds cliche about the big bad humans... but that's not how it really is.
'Taurs war amongst themselves as much as the humans managed to take over. Taur wars usually are more carefully planned and territorial, one on one battles favoured over advanced weaponry.
Now, politics aside, humans have a wonderful amount of variation to them. They have two legs for the most part and two arms, again for the most part. They don't tend to have limbs missing, or any extra ones, but that can happen occasionally.
Their hair however long is styled however they wish. They are usually covered with clothes for their own dignity.
They come in all shapes and sizes. Fat, thin, tall, short, shapely, angular.
They come with any sexuality they want, equipped with their own prejudices about that.
Humans tend to have no connection to magic, half bred fae are another story.
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Alan Winne
Name: Alan Winne
Age: Unknown
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Unknown - Relocation and awareness agent.
Distinguishing marks: None
Alan Winne meets the 'taurs while they are enduring their stint of captivity. He is shocked to see them and the sheer variety of those that were taken.
He begins talking to them and in all his compassion he wants to hear their stories. He ends up getting close to a small band of the 'taurs and with their permission he bands together with them to raise awareness about the 'taurs.
He is one day quiet and the next full of boundless energy, people who know him are used to him, to strangers it is hard for them to figure out how he ticks. He has a strong sense of professionalism and is not afraid to tell his superiors to shove it when he disagrees with their tactics.
Anything he wears is sturdy enough to travel in, and he is never without a backpack with spare clothes and usual supplies. He is not one for weaponry but for his own reasons he always does carry a gun and a spare clip or two of ammo. He can turn on those around him quite easily.
Age: Unknown
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Unknown - Relocation and awareness agent.
Distinguishing marks: None
Alan Winne meets the 'taurs while they are enduring their stint of captivity. He is shocked to see them and the sheer variety of those that were taken.
He begins talking to them and in all his compassion he wants to hear their stories. He ends up getting close to a small band of the 'taurs and with their permission he bands together with them to raise awareness about the 'taurs.
He is one day quiet and the next full of boundless energy, people who know him are used to him, to strangers it is hard for them to figure out how he ticks. He has a strong sense of professionalism and is not afraid to tell his superiors to shove it when he disagrees with their tactics.
Anything he wears is sturdy enough to travel in, and he is never without a backpack with spare clothes and usual supplies. He is not one for weaponry but for his own reasons he always does carry a gun and a spare clip or two of ammo. He can turn on those around him quite easily.
Friday, 14 January 2011
Centaurs Part 2 "Breeds"
There are many types of Centaurs and really the main differences all come down their feet.
Or as we humans call them Hooves.
There's either feather footed stronger centaurs, more commonly linked to draft or war horses. These Centaurs are more equipped for carrying loads in wagons behind them, or fending off the enemy.
The large muscled giants are formidable and always seem intimidating, usually their hearts are in the right places. The largest are usually linked to war either blacksmiths or warriors or medics. Their upper bodies are far more varied than their lower definitive halves. Natural muscle resides, and more that has been trained after that.
Or there are more fleet footed centaurs. These are the ones that are with less obligation to the wellfare of the clans and a little more solitary. Many moons ago they lived in more happy heards, but after their numbers started dropping more and more began living in the forests and becoming the safeguards, or caretakers, of the woods. They are usually faster and more lithe than the feather footed giants.
Most of the fleet-footers are able to have strong connections with the dryads and other creatures that live on a more spiritual level.
The elder clans are normally slimmer footed forest dwelling creatures. Their skin and fur usually pale, as if bleached by the sun. Nobody really knows where they live, they just seem to be.
Some centaurs are a mix of both as cross breeding appears, but they usually pick one trait and stick to it as they grow up. The stockier they are naturally the more hardy their pursuits.
Or as we humans call them Hooves.
There's either feather footed stronger centaurs, more commonly linked to draft or war horses. These Centaurs are more equipped for carrying loads in wagons behind them, or fending off the enemy.
The large muscled giants are formidable and always seem intimidating, usually their hearts are in the right places. The largest are usually linked to war either blacksmiths or warriors or medics. Their upper bodies are far more varied than their lower definitive halves. Natural muscle resides, and more that has been trained after that.
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| Draft hooves in motion - DP Stock |
Or there are more fleet footed centaurs. These are the ones that are with less obligation to the wellfare of the clans and a little more solitary. Many moons ago they lived in more happy heards, but after their numbers started dropping more and more began living in the forests and becoming the safeguards, or caretakers, of the woods. They are usually faster and more lithe than the feather footed giants.
Most of the fleet-footers are able to have strong connections with the dryads and other creatures that live on a more spiritual level.
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| Front Hooves Closeup .: Stock - by Photopolis |
The elder clans are normally slimmer footed forest dwelling creatures. Their skin and fur usually pale, as if bleached by the sun. Nobody really knows where they live, they just seem to be.
Some centaurs are a mix of both as cross breeding appears, but they usually pick one trait and stick to it as they grow up. The stockier they are naturally the more hardy their pursuits.
Just a little warning
The characters in Mournie are heterosexual, homosexual, or even pansexual. The characters in Mournie are male, female, or even both.
Most of the characters are not human.
There are many different themes that may be a little cringeworthy, who knows, depends how open minded you are.
All of the character profiles will contain quite a few spoilers until this project gets underway.
The species files are NOT scientific. I will be doing research into some animal behaviors, but remember this, the characters have human minds (for lack of better phrasing). I am not a scientific writer in general, but I will try to do what I can to keep things simple to understand without patronizing the heck out of everything.
Most of the characters are not human.
There are many different themes that may be a little cringeworthy, who knows, depends how open minded you are.
All of the character profiles will contain quite a few spoilers until this project gets underway.
The species files are NOT scientific. I will be doing research into some animal behaviors, but remember this, the characters have human minds (for lack of better phrasing). I am not a scientific writer in general, but I will try to do what I can to keep things simple to understand without patronizing the heck out of everything.
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Centaurs Part 1 Generalisations
The world of Mornie is home to many different races. One of the more common species is that of the Centaurs.
They come in many shapes and sizes, often they classify themselves by the horse breeds they find themselves similar to.
For example: Rayner is a Shire horse mix. He is a runt, but still he most resembles one. Others are far larger and far more intimidating, they can reach 10 human feet tall easily. Shanti oddly resembles a fawn, yet he is still a centaur, based off a lithe horse.
Now different 'breeds' of Centaurs naturally come from different areas. They were once the common protectors of the lands they lived on, trees and flatlands alike. Over the years on Mornie their powers subsided and they became as tuneless to the magics of the world as the rising power of humans were.
Some of the clans have natural longevity and tend to command a greater respect over the others. Usually leaders come from the main clans or travel the lands when they feel old enough to rule over an area of their choosing. It confuses many a centaur as it works and with dwindling numbers any of the white clans are usually respected no matter their age.
Rayner does not know what one looks like, but it is said that it is something one feels. He does not fear them, and even if once in his life he would like to see one of his kind that would help lead those lost to better places.
Centaurs that are captured by humans are either work horses or... well, whatever their human masters want them to do. Some keepers are friends, others cruel masters.
Many wars have been fought against kin and others alike, some centaurs training from near birth to protect themselves, their kin, their land. Pride runs deep in centaur blood, it takes a lot to whittle them down and destroy them.
They come in many shapes and sizes, often they classify themselves by the horse breeds they find themselves similar to.
For example: Rayner is a Shire horse mix. He is a runt, but still he most resembles one. Others are far larger and far more intimidating, they can reach 10 human feet tall easily. Shanti oddly resembles a fawn, yet he is still a centaur, based off a lithe horse.
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I find he is far better drawn by another author,one day I will do so seriously.
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Now different 'breeds' of Centaurs naturally come from different areas. They were once the common protectors of the lands they lived on, trees and flatlands alike. Over the years on Mornie their powers subsided and they became as tuneless to the magics of the world as the rising power of humans were.
Some of the clans have natural longevity and tend to command a greater respect over the others. Usually leaders come from the main clans or travel the lands when they feel old enough to rule over an area of their choosing. It confuses many a centaur as it works and with dwindling numbers any of the white clans are usually respected no matter their age.
Rayner does not know what one looks like, but it is said that it is something one feels. He does not fear them, and even if once in his life he would like to see one of his kind that would help lead those lost to better places.
Centaurs that are captured by humans are either work horses or... well, whatever their human masters want them to do. Some keepers are friends, others cruel masters.
Many wars have been fought against kin and others alike, some centaurs training from near birth to protect themselves, their kin, their land. Pride runs deep in centaur blood, it takes a lot to whittle them down and destroy them.
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Sample Chapter [Written early 2010]
The following was the first fully written chapter that was submitted as part of a University assignment. The whole of Mornie is where they live, and I will be creating a way of putting all of the related stories together. All of the text in blue is what I submitted to university and have already posted to the internet in various places before. Mainly awaiting criticism beyond what I already gave it.
**I am aware the Hawaiian does not belong to me. Nor does it belong to any one person. Traditional old songs are that. Like Christmas carols, noone really owns them**
Rayner tossed and turned in his sleep, the thudding of his weight and clanging of chains not waking him from his nightmare. “Merdith!” The centaur jolted awake grabbing at the air in front of him.
He looked down to the floor as he regained his breath, realising he wasn’t ten years old anymore, he had been free... Just that once he was free.
Calming words lingered in his head ‘Aloha oe, aloha oe e ke onaona noho i ka lipo...’ they made him feel increasingly sorry for himself and made him regret falling behind so long ago.
The felitaur he had encountered had little idea how right he had been to sing those words to him... Rayner missed that compassion, the companionship, the care. His recent injury by his masters hand made him consider leaving once and for all, he felt his heart tugging him holding Merdith true to those words.
He sighed and checked on his numbing hind leg, his thrashing had made the shackle around it dig into his skin. Further up the same leg he toyed with the second rate bandages that covered a wound his masters had given him the day previous. He tried his best to use clean parts of the dressing to rebind it, his masters didn’t even care for his wellbeing. Rayner sighed and wanted to be able to ask why he was sold on to this more tyrannical family.
The sun had barely risen as he was withdrawn from his stable and practically dragged outside to be tied down to the heavy plough, made to cover two fields in one day, double the load for any living being. He was forced to carry and do all of the heavy lifting by whips and taunts till he was near to collapse.
The humans called it time for a break in the day, not for Rayner’s sake but for their own food and rest. They supplied the weary centaur with barely enough to satiate him. They neglected to understand that he would willingly do such work for decent meals and care. He actually liked manual labour... only when he was not forced past his limits over and over again.
It begged the question of why his former keepers left him at the mercy of these masters. It didn’t take a genius to take one look at the centaur and see his spirit broken. He could outsize them, outrun them, overpower them... but he had become resigned to his fate from a young age. He was ten years old the last time he had tried to escape and got hauled back to the farm (back when it was still considered a farm to him). He had been reprimanded and put back to bed... chided and treated like the child he was. He respected them for ten more years before he swapped hands. For three years he had put up with being treated like dirt, his heart yearning to be elsewhere.
He didn’t have much longer to dwell on where he would rather be before the humans returned and forced him again to the brink of his ability. He had to be dragged to his cell at the end of the day and shackled to his wall again.
Rayner tried to get his breath back as his limbs were screaming at him, pleading for him to warm down. He sat up eventually to see blood mingling with dirt on his haunches, his wound had reopened and at the rate they were allowing it to heal it would never be given enough time or risk infection.
He knew what happened to lame animals or captured ‘taurs... If things continued he would be joining them... From his position he tugged at the wall a few times. The brickwork was sturdy but with enough tugging it could give way, the chain itself had already proved itself strong enough. Should he die at the hands of the humans or take his chances away from the only home he had ever known?
Rayner sat up slowly, looking straight at his doors. This wasn’t the only home he had seen. Merdith had spoke of his home in the rocky outcrops to the north, of markets for trade where ‘taurs could meet freely, of neighbours even further north that all looked out for each other.
He felt heavy as pulled himself up from the ground, weary from the day. The ground felt hard as he pawed at it, stamped on concrete beneath the limited straw he lay on. The door looked so far away.
He took a deep breath before sprinting away from the wall, his leg snagged and he nearly fell. His hooves nearly made grooves in the floor as he strained against the foundations. Sheer determination saw him through as he barrelled through the barred doors, the force of his weight working for him for once.
He heard the house stirring from the noise and picked himself up as quickly as his tangled self would allow. Quickly glancing at the stars above he wagered all of his luck to the north and bolted in that direction.
He ran hard and fast finally reaching the woodland, jumping as much he could over obstacles. One proved to be too much as the chain snagged on a fallen tree. With a yelp he tumbled down to the floor his leg stretched out behind him. He was too tired to run further and he couldn’t reach his leg in the position he was in. Rayner rested his head on the floor as he tried to get his breath back and take his focus away from his leg.
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He heard a jangle and his leg fell to the floor. He lashed out with all four and rolled to his opposite side, intent on getting up and trying to run again.
“Woah dere... I’m not gonna hurtcha.” Rayner whipped his head round to see a felitaur sit on his haunches and lift his hands and forepaws up in submission “Let’s get dat off you.” Carefully he stepped closer to Rayner and with some negotiation the shackle left his leg.
Rayner watched him carefully and he blinked wide eyed at the ‘taur as it threw its golden braid over its shoulder “dere we go Lovie... quite a nasty do... but you’ll be ok.”
“M-merdith?” Rayner barely trusted himself to speak. That voice was all too familiar and he was beginning to recognise the lion before him.
“Who wants to know?”
“Rayner... I... y-you helped me year-“
“Of course! I did think you were famili-” Merdith’s grin failed, he most definitely recognised the centaur that was sprawled on the floor. There were noises and a feline ear twitched under his hair, “dey followin’ you?”
Rayner’s eyes widened and he stumbled to his feet, finding himself unable to put weight on all four. It made him uneasy knowing he had been tracked, he didn’t want to be taken back. He started to follow the felitaur as he motioned to him... Thankfully his struggle did not go unnoticed and with some shoving the felitaur managed to take the weight of the centaur’s leg and lead him clumsily through the trees.
Rayner wasn’t sure of how long they had been struggling along before they stopped for a break. He was glad of it and sat panting in the shade the plantlife provided for them. His chests heaved and ached while the feline stroked his fur, trying to get his own breath back.
“Where... where are we?” He finally asked, he didn’t want to seem ungrateful but this wasn’t the direction he expected them to flee.
“Tae be 'onest... No idea Lovie.” Merdith wiped his brow and glanced back where they had walked, it wasn’t too obvious that they had cut through the trees “All I know is we can’t go to my 'ome... dat would be de first place ta look”
Rayner looked down, he didn’t think that far ahead. He had wanted to go to Merdith, he didn’t think about the others following him there. He jumped as he felt Merdith’s weight resting on him.
“Best we get some sleep Lovie, dere’s enough shelter here...”
“Y-you sure?” Rayner shuffled underneath Merdith to let him be a little more comfortable and he tried to settle himself down. He was met with purring as the felitaur made himself comfortable.
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A voice soon made Rayner realise he was once asleep “Well I’ll be... ‘oo do we ‘ave ‘ere den?” He tensed and sat up, ready to run again or kick out at anything that dared get too close.
“Merdith, what about you?” His friend was already sizing up to the older Felitaur, he had darker colouring to Merdith and carried a pack on his back full of firewood.
“Ah, don mind me young’ns. Yeh can get off yur hackles. Just getting whada need ‘n’ am gone” He paused before smiling even more “call me Trent”
This 'Trent' was a dark furred and haired felitaur, scarred severely in many areas and seemingly with many names. Merdith seemed to get along with him well enough, but he remained always looking out for and close to Rayner. That suited him just fine and he grew in time fond of his golden haired counterpart.
It became clear to those that got to know the pair that they would not be parted for anyone. Rayner was seen as relatively clumsy to the small pocket of felines and more fleet footed equines. He didn't let it mither him too much and he spent his time doing all the work he could to help everyone out and earn food or make things to trade for such. Merdith did his best to support his 'lovie' and joined the hunts and fishing trips for a living.
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After finding a clear enough patch of land in a location that seemed to be perfect, Rayner took it on himself to build a home they would both be happy in. After two long years of work and civility after his escape he finally finished the fence to their garden.
“Aloha Lovie!” Merdith called as he returned from trading with the other ‘taurs down at the river trading bank, his bag full of enough food till the next market met up. He was grateful that Rayner was good with his hands... in more than enough ways.
Rayner chuckled “welcome back” he smiled and embraced his felitaur. Merdith purred and rubbed along Rayner much like a cat fawns over a master before grinning and slinking back inside to put their food away.All of his actions clearly read 'come hither'. Rayner dusted his hands off and hurried inside.
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