Ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg (Apostate Renegade)

ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg (Apostate Renegade)
	Sovereign:	ғɪᴀ ʜғ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ ʟɪᴏɴʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (fia.ravenhurst)
	Co-Sovereign:	Not Assigned
	Ambassador:	Miɑ Rɑνeƞwʋlʄ HҽʅʅFყɾҽ (mairah.lourbridge)
	Proxy:	Not Assigned
	Political Faction:	Renegade - Therian

History:

Throughout the endless tides of time, when the veil between realms was young and thin, a lineage of Fae emerged—ageless and enigmatic, born not from conquest or decree, but from love, loss, and longing. Known now as White Raven’s Rising, their origins lie woven deep into the dreams of mortals and the twilight of forgotten gods.

Once, all Fae moved freely across the realms—silent observers of humanity’s rise and fall. They lingered unseen beside empires, plagues, wars, and wonders, answering desperate prayers whispered into the night. As guardians of ancient balance, they danced between light and dark, tethered not to good or evil, but to the harmony of both. They were the echo of traditions older than stone and the spark behind stories told around every fire.

But with the rise of fear, greed, and disbelief, the old ways crumbled. Humans, blind to wonder, drove the Fae back. Hunted and misunderstood, many faded into myth, while others sought shelter beyond the veil of the Myst—a realm nestled between dreams and waking, memory and imagination.

It was there that the roots of the Clan were laid—not by decree of noble blood, but by the will of outcasts, misfits, and wanderers. One Fae, drawn by the pull of mortal emotion and driven by the defiant desire to belong, forged bonds beyond tradition. From mortal and Fae unions, new bonds formed. Wild and resilient, they were a family not of convenience, but of chosen kinship.

They called no one ruler, but honored ancient ways. They worshiped gods long forgotten by humankind, kept sacred rites alive, and guarded the last truths whispered by wind, water, fire, and stone. Where others saw disarray, they built a sanctuary—a haven for all who heard the call of magic but had no place in the world of men.

Dragons circled their skies. Merfolk safeguarded their waters. Wolves, bears, and great cats became their protectors. And among them walked Fae with fire in their veins, air beneath their feet, and stars in their eyes. Together, they shaped a hidden world alive with power, where truth was sacred and difference was celebrated.

As the Myst thinned and the veil weakened, they stirred. A single wanderer from among them, drawn by both destiny and defiance, journeyed outward—bridging the realms once again. They forged alliances not through conquest, but connection. From nephilim courts to shifter packs, from arcane circles to ancient dragon kin, the bonds they built formed a foundation greater than blood alone.

Through their journey, they grew. No longer only Fae, they became a living mosaic—each soul a thread in a tapestry of survival, magic, and defiance. Their sanctuary became a beacon, a place whispered of in legend: where misfits were not merely accepted, but revered. Now, as fate begins to shift once more, the call echoes through land, sky, and sea. WRR rises—not as rulers, but as stewards. Not to conquer, but to preserve. With reason as their compass and unity as their strength, they move together into a world unready for them, yet deeply in need of what they represent.

This is the legacy of White Raven’s Rising:

A family forged in shadow and flame, love and rebellion.
A history not written by victors, but whispered by dreamers.
A people born of magic, sustained by truth, and destined to rise.

The Great Houses of ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg Clan

Ordu an Fhithín Bháin

Ordu an Fhithín Bháin
	Princeps:	ғɪᴀ ʜғ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ ʟɪᴏɴʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (fia.ravenhurst)
	Delegate:	AղցҽӀ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ MacPherson (angelbutterfly.amethyst)
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	In a realm shrouded from the eyes of all worlds, the Seelie and Unseelie once dwelled, their surroundings mirroring the beauty of distant realms. Vast, rolling fields adorned with the most enchanting meadows stretched beneath skies that inspired languid hours of contemplation. Verdant hills, cloaked in green, beckoned wanderers to traverse their slopes, while the heavens above held a celestial spectacle that evoked awe and wonder. Woods, profound and impenetrable, concealed creatures whose every step could captivate an observer, inviting them into a dance of fleeting glimpses and mysterious encounters. Crystal-clear waters reflected a world of unparalleled clarity, surpassing even the most pristine mirrors in their splendor. Within this harmonious tapestry, the Seelie and Unseelie coexisted, embodying the essence of mischievous trickery—neither wholly good nor bad, but a harmonious blend of both. This enchanted realm, embraced as home by the light and dark of the Fae, bore witness to the establishment of The Thrones of the High Court. Leaders, seated upon these thrones, wove the laws of the land and ensured their meticulous enforcement. The Fae, in their timeless existence, engaged in conflicts and alliances, experiencing the full spectrum of emotions, from the ecstasy of love to the profound sorrow of familial loss. As curiosity ignited the spirits of these fantastical beings, they dared to pass through the veil that concealed them, venturing into other worlds to explore the mysteries that lay beyond. Through this exploration, they sought to unravel the wonders held by distant realms, weaving a tale of interconnected adventures and eternal enchantment. In the hushed whispers of fairy tales that humans share with their children, weaving narratives to lull them into serene slumber, there exists a tapestry of fantasy creatures. These tales, often imbued with cautionary tones, serve as bedtime stories to keep the little ones from misbehaving or venturing into forbidden realms. Yet, what I share with you now transcends the realm of mere stories; it is a living history, a chronicle of a race from which some of these tales are drawn. This is not the realm of delicate fairies flitting about to collect lost teeth, nor the domain of benevolent godmothers transforming ordinary girls into the epitome of beauty and love. No, this is the account of the Dark Fae, beings who have walked among you, bled beside you in wars, shared your tables, and found refuge in your homes. They are not confined to the whimsical tales of childhood; rather, they are the enigmatic figures that slip into your dreams, seizing aspirations, souls, and even vanishing into the night with those most dear to you. This is no fairy tale, but a cautionary narrative at its core—a stark warning that beauty and allure can mask a darker, more malevolent side. The most exquisite of creatures, capable of captivating with their charm, may harbor an inherent darkness that defies the conventional notions of sweetness and light. Within the annals of this history unfolds a complex tapestry, revealing the duality that resides within the most captivating beings and the caution one must exercise when encountering the alluring but enigmatic Dark Fae. Amidst the profound darkness of the night, a gentle flutter of wings resonates on the wind. Soft feet alight upon the open window sill, and with the silence of a whisper, a mysterious figure glides through the room. It looms over the bodies, peacefully enveloped in sleep, and as dreams weave their intricate dance within their minds, the slender fae leans down, seamlessly slipping into the realm of their dreams. There, it feeds upon the kaleidoscope of hopes, fears, and delights, leaving behind only the ethereal residue of a fantasy, a fragile memory for those fortunate enough to remember. For those who have personally wronged one of these mystical beings or their kin, the consequences are far from ordinary. A creeping fear, driven by the residual echoes of the fae's influence, can manifest in the minds of the guilty, pushing them to the brink of madness. These nocturnal interactions extend beyond mere sleeping dreams; they permeate the waking world, manifesting as haunting waking visions that linger like shadows. In the depths of this particular night, the dreams of a hapless soul become entangled in a sinister plot. A plot aimed at the destruction of the high-born lineage of the Dark Fae, targeting not just any newborns but the exceptionally special twins of a King and Queen, the heirs to a royal legacy. The repercussions of this nefarious scheme weave a web of intrigue and danger, reminding all that it's not just the mysterious sounds that go bump in the night that warrant a watchful glance over one's shoulder. In the cruel act of separating these two infants, not only were they torn from the embrace of their parents, but also from each other—a separation that bore the weight of destiny and untold power. The daughter, adorned with locks the color of dancing flames, possessed a rare affinity with fire. It was not merely an element that answered her call; it coursed through her very being, mirroring the fiery temper that could flare when provoked. Her every step echoed the crackling of embers, and in her presence, the air seemed to shimmer with the heat of a smoldering blaze. The power she wielded was not only a reflection of her lineage but also a testament to the potential threat she held. The son, on the other hand, was a child of the earth, with eyes as green as the untouched moors from which he was mercilessly torn. Carried off and left amidst the company of wolves, his story unfolds in the untamed wilderness, a tale that belongs solely to him. His connection with the earth ran deep, and the vibrant green of his gaze mirrored the verdant landscapes that cradled him. The wolves, his unexpected companions, became both guardians and witnesses to the unfolding chapters of his life. As the daughter's fiery journey and the son's earthbound saga diverge, the threads of their fates remain intertwined, for their shared existence holds a power that extends beyond the sum of its parts. The separation may have scattered the pieces of a potent puzzle, but the echoes of their destinies persist, waiting to be woven together once more. In the ancient wars that unfolded across realms, we, the Fae, stepped through the mysts. Initially mere observers, we cast our eyes upon the strange mortals living by springs, mours, and deep within the woods. These beings hunted what they feared, conquered that which was weaker or beneath them, and attacked that which lay beyond their comprehension. Their pride, lust, fear, and gluttony emanated like a radiant tapestry, a captivating spectacle for the watching Fae. In an attempt to understand these mortals, we glamoured ourselves, adopting their forms to get close and blend in. We fed on the essence of their emotions, stealing away those who wandered off alone, snatching the meek and mild from their beds. The mortals, desperate to appease the Fae and seek mercy, resorted to leaving offerings of children in the crooks of trees, hoping to stay our hands. As we traversed the realms between mortals and immortals, we encountered other creatures of the night—vampires, therianthropes, dragons, shapeshifters, and more. Those who perceived the Fae as mischievous tricksters soon realized that beneath our enchanting veneer, we wielded fangs, claws, and weapons capable of taking lives, be they mortal or immortal. The notion of the meek fluttering fairy or the ethereal dream dancer gave way to a harsh reality—we were not merely beautiful beings but formidable entities, driven by hunger for blood and thirst for revenge. The pursuit of these primal urges transcended the boundaries of a single race, uniting us all in a shared experience of survival and power. The Fae, once perceived as whimsical and elusive, revealed a darker and more formidable aspect, proving that in the complex tapestry of existence, all beings were capable of harboring both light and shadow. In the aftermath of the macabre dance, as blood drips from fang and claw, wings flutter, carrying the lifeless body into the air. Swirls of wind and fire intertwine, consuming flesh and bone, transforming it into ethereal ash. Within the dark Fae, the majiks of earth and water, fire and wind, sun and moon pulse with a primal energy, a manifestation of the diverse elements that course through their veins. This magic, borne from the alchemy of blood mingling with other creatures of the night and mortals, gives rise to new and potent forms of power. With every life taken and every essence absorbed, the dark Fae's race expands, an ever-growing force that defies conventional boundaries. Behind and beyond the mysts, they exist in the duality of shadow and light, patiently waiting, keenly watching. Their presence is not confined to a single realm, for they emerge within all worlds, navigating the intricate tapestry of existence. As observers and participants, they weave their influence across the fabric of reality, embodying the delicate balance between creation and destruction. The dark Fae stand as enigmatic figures, their essence forever entwined with the cosmic forces that shape the realms they inhabit. In the age-old tradition of setting out milk and honey, cautioning children to steer clear of faery hills, and leaving offerings within the tree trunks of the dense wood, it's crucial to understand that these rituals offer no absolute guarantee of safety. The subtle offerings may not serve as foolproof protection against the dark Fae, for they are beings that transcend the physical and venture into the realm of dreams. Dreams, those ephemeral landscapes of the mind, become a source of sustenance for the dark Fae, and they weave in and out of these nocturnal realms with an insatiable appetite. Your offerings, while steeped in tradition and folklore, may only scratch the surface of the complex relationship between mortals and the enigmatic beings that dwell beyond the mysts. So, as you lay your offerings and share cautionary tales, remember that the dark Fae are elusive, capable of defying conventional safeguards. They walk the fine line between the tangible and the ethereal, intertwining their existence with the dreams that dance within the collective consciousness. Caution may be your ally, but in the vast and mysterious tapestry of the supernatural, no assurance can fully shield you from the influence of those who navigate the shadows of both waking and dreaming worlds.

Hellfyre Descent

Hellfyre Descent
	Princeps:	Miɑ Rɑνeƞwʋlʄ HҽʅʅFყɾҽ (mairah.lourbridge)
	Delegate:	Fʅαɱҽ Rw Pԋσҽɳιx HҽʅʅFყɾe (littlemissflame)
	Liaison:	Taka HҽʅʅFყɾҽ - Aphelion (takashi.kiyori)
	History:	In the shadows of a dark evening, a small Dark Fae child found herself alone in the unforgiving streets. For years, she navigated the challenges of survival, fending for herself in the mysterious world of the fae. However, fate had a different plan for her. One fateful night, she encountered a Nephlim, a kindred spirit who had experienced the harshness of life in much the same way. As their hands met, an electric spark seemed to light up the room, and an undeniable connection formed. In that moment, their hearts resonated as one, and a profound recognition passed between them. They realized they were more than mere strangers; they were sisters, bound by an unspoken understanding and a shared history of resilience. Together, they set out on a journey, wandering through realms in search of a place where they truly belonged. As they traveled, they discovered more kindred souls—sisters and brothers, each with their own tales of survival and strength. United by a common thread, they formed a unique family, a tribe of Therian who had found solace and kinship in one another. In their shared adventures, they not only found a place where they belonged but also forged bonds that transcended the hardships of their past. The once-lonely streets became a backdrop to a story of found family, where the warmth of connection dispelled the darkness that had surrounded them for so long.

Freya

Freya
	Princeps:	ҽւɑʀɑ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ ℭʟợᴜđ (elara.cloud)
	Delegate:	ႽyƖҽɳs ℭʟợᴜđ (sylens.cloud)
	Liaison:	ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ (nightmare.cloud)
	History:	TBA