Zarah

Personality

Zarah, to many, is a frivolous being, her critics claiming her to care for too little, but in reality she cares for too much. Behind her sometimes flirtatious, playful attitude is a heart that has known more pain than is right for any to know, who has lost too much and cares for even those who have taken from her. Though strong in battle, as a goddess, she never set foot on a battlefield unless to defend the ones she cared for. Many would know her as the goddess of beauty, love, or even vanity, but to those who really knew her, she was the protector of those who would be left behind or forgotten in the wake of war, protector of orphans and widows and any who had lost ones they loved. 

Relationships

Zarah has known a few lovers in this lifetime, but the one she kept coming back to was always Thelar. At first, she was afraid to admit she loved him, and she tried her best to make him forget her, to forget him herself, but he never would and nor could she. After the death of his best friend and cousin, Zarah consoled Thelar, and after some time, she confessed to him her true feelings. The two have been a pair ever since. 

Story

"Your happiness and beauty are sickening... I will purge it from this world."  "You turned love into hate."

Zarah woke up, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked all around her and quickly realized it was all a dream, a terrible nightmare of a past she wished never happened. She looked down at Mar'Saryah sleeping next to her, other members of their pack nearby, curled up on that cold winter night, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked out of the den and towards its entrance. There Kazsin was fully awake, though his relative, Thelar, was resting against him.

For a small moment, Zarah was reminded of a time so long ago she could hardly remember it. She was a young woman, practically still a child. Her brother was stoking a fire as the little family of siblings, gods in the making but then practically mortals, struggled to survive. Her little sister was sitting far from the warmth and their siblings, staring off into the night sky. She remembered going over to her sister, sitting down with her, wrapping warm furs around the small child, and joining her in stargazing. The pair of to-be goddesses cried tears for a home they never knew, for scars so deep they cut their souls, and comforted each other and made promises to never let it happen again. It was that night Zarah made a promise she swore she would never break, that no matter what, she would always be there for her sister. It was a promise she broke without intention, and she paid for it dearly, though not nearly as much as her sister did. In her negligence, Zarah lost her sister; her sister lost herself, never to found again, buried under hate and lies to herself.

This night, as Zarah wandered out of the den and sat down at the entrance, beside the ever-watchful Kaz and the sleeping Thelar, she looked up to the stars and the heavens and made her silent prayer. Wherever you are, Nor, I beg our grandfather to give you peace, if he will listen. You deserve so much more than that, and I'm sorry I could not give it to you. I can only hope that you one day allow yourself to know love is not singular. It knows more forms than we can imagine. It fights to survive in even the coldest of hearts. It stings us so much we wish it could die. My heart and soul cry for you, because no matter how much pain you cause, it can never be more than the pain I inflict on myself for hurting you. A tear formed in Zarah's eye and she closed them, now facing the ground not the sky.