Welcome to Estar

The beauty of the seas, its calm nature yet ability perfectly reflect both the wonders and curious nature of life. Beyond these blue oceans, they were neatly dressed by rich and diverse islands. The emerging waters clouded the air with humidity and the people from this part of the world couldn't get enough of it.

Maps and routes were the meat of traveling these seas, whilst the bones being the little advice the settlers would bring to the upcoming explorers. Commonly warning them of various sea monsters, the kind of attire appropriate for certain islands, the spirits to come.

Many men and women alike have a life of traveling to different islands or settlements to conduct trade, connecting various cultures together. This was the east, this was the Waves.

Somewhere amongst these beautiful islands was a more cold piece of land in the northern hemisphere of the region.

A young girl sat aboard watching a whole bunch of ships slowly arrive onto shore, she sighed in anguish. Her fluffy snow white ears sloppily resting across her cheeks instead of poking out as they usually did.

This girl's mocha skin glistened slightly under the more comforting heat of the Waves. Its softness was a contrast to her sharp and keen eyes painted by a brown hue. In fact, her whole figure was a contradiction. Her lips were just as plush as her thighs which was a clear indicator of her Marsala lineage.

As the girl watched the ships in seamless despair, something swift creeped behind her, the girl's ears already perked upwards.

"Mira, prepare yourself. " A voice commanded. It was a bearded man who wielded the same sharp eyes of the girl, Mira.

Overall his build was impressive, every piece of his body ripened for the dance of battle, though his legs in particular were nearly sculpted for it. His wooly white ears stood up, seemingly stern as the commands he provided. The man had an aura which displayed authority and was her father.

"The ships have nearly arrived, get into the proper attire." The man instructs once again, Mira taking a breath from annoyance.

"Okay father." she grunted; As Mira scrambled to find the appropriate clothing, she recalled her elder sister's ceremony, and its beauty. As a child she was thrilled to see the stunning Keira battle the men from other islands. The dance of battle flamed throughout that day.

It was a question of who was worthy of taking her hand in union, who was worthy to plant their seeds. Though now that it was her turn it isn't as thrilling.

The ceremony is held a week to a month after their 16th year. Typically Marsala girls on Estar lost the first battle and were taken for marriage, but for particular families and high bred this was not the case, they would to fight over and over. Not because these men battling took some sort of pity and were holding back. It was because high bred women weren't any slouches in the dance of battle.

This tradition is rooted in tribal times all the way back to the Age of Stars, keeping the bloodline strong and firm was something keen to these wave Marsalas. So these fathers made sure their daughters were firm in this fiery dance.

Mira took time to collect herself as her father wished. she rubbed sea oil onto her figure which made her coffee colored skin sparkle and pop. She would then place on a black bodysuit before brushing the curls of her hairs and tying it into a neat bun.

Mira's long ears perked up as she overheard her father talking to one of the messengers from another island. There were rumors of the savages from the north sailing through waves to the west for Blazes, though they were conquering throughout the way.

"It was all under the order of one man, Christian Columbus." The messenger said, Mira slightly chuckled at the thought of being invaded by a man named Columbus, what a weird sounding name.

"He is rumored to have already taken 5,000 slaves in the past 2 months and soon sought his eyes to Estar as he sailed through the moon. . ." Mira could hear the wood creek as if he was stepping ever closer to her father.

"For whatever reason, he knows coordinates of islands and manages to avoid the sea beast we've grown accustomed to." Though as the man continued to describe the atrocities she didn't hear a single word from her father. All she heard was a closing door with and both of them walking out.

Mira always heard stories of men from beyond the seas, somewhere miles beyond waves were lands a lot bigger than the many islands she was used to, men of different class, which wore metal for battle and held sorcery of different form and originators of this trade language they spoke.

It's even where the supposed Aughiburn bloodline resided in the beyond before its destruction. What Mira always failed to comprehend was before ships, how did they reach all the way over here? It had to be just stories, right?

Though Mira didn't let her thoughts consume her too much, going to the balcony watching the ships finally touch down.

She observed her father waiting for these alleged guests, who couldn't wait to get their wicked hands on her, on the docks. She sighed one more upon seeing this. "Why is he so ready to wed me off ?!" Mira pondered. Her razor-sharp eyes grew even more piercing as fresh rage sprang up from within her. Her skin began to heat up at the thought.

She paused before she could explode, exhaling all the building anger in a soft breath. Mira then looked to the stars with a passionate flame.

"If that's the case, so be it," She said to herself.

"None of those men are worthy of sowing their seeds in me, I'll demonstrate that today.."

She started walking to the ceremony's little arena, waiting for the supposed guest to appear. As she did so, she was surrounded with nonsense and agreements she didn't care about. She watched as seven men entered the stadium, some frightened, some too striking for their own good, and some fully out of pocket, but she was uninterested nonetheless.

"Mira Snow of Estar, I'll take your hand in marriage," a man with sleepy shaped eyes remarked cockily, his pale white skin contrasting with her dark complexion. She smirked at him, trying to pretend to enjoy his display of authority. "Oh really?" she asked quietly, locking onto his eyes seductively. Though she knew he'd be the first to be crushed, something about his soul spoke to her. It appeared to her to be frail.

She sat back as she watched the seven men begin participating in an all-out brawl; whoever won would fight her, undoubtedly thinking it would be simple.

The pale man was crushed, just as she anticipated. The biggest and ugliest one there, Bow Bones a Vodka. In which he completely smeared his head.

The warrior had green skin, a protruding jaw where his pointed teeth which were meld to sink into the skull of the greatest beast, and a slightly piggish face. "He's cute in his own way," Mira remarked as she watched. The orc continued to slam the deceased man's head.

The Vodka was a bloodline of orcs that lived all throughout the world and possessed incredible physical power. Most regions are wary of these Vodkas, but the seas were a more open part of the world. Many orcs are assimilating into their society.

She believed he could be worthy, but her thoughts were cut short when the other five men banded together to take him out.

CLANG

CLANG

CLANG

As minutes passed some of the men yielded not willing to give their lives to marry a luxurious Marsala. Leaving two men left in the area.

One, had brown groomed hair that hung over a big, pleasant face. Shadowy black eyes recessed within his sockets. Lars Alason, a defender of the island of Saba. Despite his small stature, he commanded respect from others. Lars held a large sword and swung it with ease.

The second, on the other hand, had wavy hair the same shade of his long dark rabbit ears. He had a bony yet frightening face and focused amber eyes.

A rough dark stubble which somehow complimented his eyes and cheekbones. This was the face of Amani Hoppitson, a true master among the Marsala.

There was something intriguing about Amani, maybe it was his background, maybe it was just his patience in the dance of battle. Besides that, he was passionate about this battle wanting to marry a woman of his bloodline and someone the likes of a snow was even more of an honor.

The two glared at each other. Eventually Lars made the first play, dashing towards Amani swinging his blade towards his head.

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AN: The Marsala lineage are a species of human bunny mix people, having profoundly strong legs which allow for deadly kicks and rabbit ears accessing hyper awareness. The Marsala of people can be found in the (east) wave and sun (south) region.

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