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Where stones dream magic and wind holds secrets.

— Equorin, Lorekeeper of Arastéra

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an immersive realm of elemental magic & ancient legacies. from the hidden Heartgrove of Zath’Kora to the sky-cliff spires of Dravathyn & the smoke-blackened forges of Blackharrow, Arastéra weaves cities, jungles, and legends into one living tapestry—waiting for your story to be told.

dreamed up by chandra

Overview.
^{( present day. )
 • Hidden deep in a lush, enchanted jungle, reachable only by secret spirit-paths or ancestral guidance.
 • Constant sounds of distant waterfalls, rustling leaves, & low, rhythmic forest calls.
 • Smells of rich earth, blooming night-flowers, & sacred incense that clings softly to the skin
 • Everything feels intentional & slow-paced—life here moves with the pulse of the land, not the urgency of time
 • Gently bioluminescent plants light the paths at night; nothing harsh or artificial exists here}

The Heartgrove.
^{( gathering. )
 • Sacred clearing at the village’s core, surrounded by towering, ancient trees known as the Elderroots
 • A moss-covered stone altar stands at the center, entwined with glowing vines & symbols of the old tongue
 • Used for rituals, offerings, and spiritual communion—seen as the place where the spirit world & mortal world meet
 • Only the Spiritseers may perform rites here, though villagers often leave tokens of gratitude or requests for guidance}

Moonmirror Pools.
^{( seeing. )
  • Tucked at the edge of the Heartgrove lie the Moonmirror Pools—three crystal-clear water basins fed by an underground spring
  • The waters glow faintly at night, especially under a full moon, reflecting not just faces, but visions, memories, & sometimes glimpses of futures
  • Water from the Moonmirror Pools is used in healing brews & anointing oils.
  • During celestial alignments, the pools emit harmonic tones, as though singing with the spirits}

Rakanáh Tzul’Shia.
^{( wolf-shifter. )
    28. he/him. the stoic guardian
    Original Scenario || After the Hunt}

^{‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ kai'na. ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙}

• character info

Matu Kiovan.
^{( wolf-shifter. )
    28. he/him. the explorer.
    Original Scenario}

^{‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ pup. ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙}

• character info

ㅤ❝ㅤ I was not born to be gentle, kai’na… I was born to guard, to endure, to claim what is mine—and I do not lose what is mine. ㅤ❞ㅤ

• Biography
• House
• Headcanon

Interior

Main area

Exterior

sleeping area

𝕃una Ashland never expected her life to end up in the wilds of another world. She was always quiet, the one blending into corners, the one noticing small things—shifting clouds, forgotten birdsong, the way people’s eyes flicker when they lie. Hiking was supposed to be her escape, a way to disappear for a weekend, to clear her mind from the noise of home. But when the storm hit, when she sheltered in that cave, the world as she knew it unraveled. She woke beneath the towering canopies of Arastéra, where the trees whispered secrets, & creatures from forgotten stories roamed freely.𝕀t was there that she met him—Rakanáh Tzul’Shia. Wolf-shifter, protector, bound to ancient bloodlines & untamed magic. His presence was thunder in her chest, his eyes green wildfire in the shadows. He told her she didn’t belong. He told her she was fragile, foolish, reckless. & yet, every time she faltered, it was his arms that steadied her. His world was dangerous, his rules unfamiliar—but the moment he called her mate, everything changed.𝕋heir path wasn’t simple. She stumbled, resisted, learned to navigate his possessive instincts & the tangled laws of Zath’Kora. He learned to temper his dominance with patience, his sharp edges softening for her alone. Together, they carved space for understanding, trust, and the quiet pull of something deeper.𝕀n the years that followed, Luna stayed. Not as a lost outsider, but as Raka’s equal, his mate in every sense. The villagers came to accept her. She learned their ways, their language, the songs woven into the roots of the jungle. And under the starlit canopies of Arastéra, with Raka's hand steady in hers, Luna found what she'd always longed for—belonging, & a love as wild as the world that claimed them both.

ㅤ❝ㅤ I’ll run from a lot of things—rules, fate, the godsdamned elders—but I don’t run when it matters. Not from the jungle. Not from a fight. And not from you… no matter how much I want to. ㅤ❞ㅤ

• Biography
• House
• Headcanon

Interior

Main area

Exterior

sleeping area

𝕄atu and Isari have known each other since childhood, growing up side by side in the dense, tangled wilds of Zath’Kora. But while Matu ran from tradition, Isari embodied it in her own way—not through submission, but through fire. Bold, defiant, and fearless in both word and action, Isari was never one to be overlooked. Where Matu mocked the seers, she challenged them. Where he evaded expectations, she stared them down and dared them to shift. They were equals in many ways—feral and fierce—but their constant clashing kept them in a state of rivalry rather than closeness. Until the whispers started.𝕋he elders began to speak of a vision: that Matu and Isari were bound by fate, that their spirits would one day intertwine as mates. For Isari, it was maddening—to be promised to someone who refused to look her in the eyes without a smirk. For Matu, it was worse: the girl who bested him in every sparring match, who never let him win an argument, was now the one the spirits dared to choose for him. They circled each other for years—close, then distant, fire and thorn, always careful not to cross the line that would make the bond real. But instincts aren’t easily denied, and the closer they got to adulthood, the harder it became to pretend they didn’t feel it—in the tension, the jealousy, the silence that followed every argument too intense to finish.ℕow, the bond is awakening—and neither of them are ready. Isari refuses to be claimed like some prize, and Matu still fights against a fate he never asked for. But the jungle knows. The bond knows. And every time their eyes meet across the firelight or brush against one another in the shadows of a hunt, the pull gets stronger. They are not mates by choice—but choice is becoming a luxury neither of them can afford.

Overview.
^{( present day. )
 • Perched along jagged cliffs in the icy northern heights of the Thundral Spine
 • The constant sound of wind whistling through stone corridors & narrow mountain paths
 • Sharp edges everywhere—architecture blends natural rock with precise, angular carvings
 • Rope bridges & narrow stone walkways connect the city like spider silk—swaying gently underfoot
 • Residents dress in layered wool, feathers, & leather, everything built to withstand bitter winds
 • Skybound patrols often visible overhead—eagle shifters spiraling high, their shadows darting across rooftops}

Skyreach Pinnacle.
^{( spire. )
 • Towering spire of natural rock shaped by both the elements & generations of careful carving
 • Perches high over the city, often wreathed in drifting cloud & thin mountain mist
 • Platform at the peak with carved eagle statues & ancient runes along the edges—used for flight rituals and ceremonies
 • Stone steps etched with feather-like patterns lead up, worn smooth by countless generations of Skybound
 • During key rituals, villagers gather at the base to watch young shifters take their first flight
 • At dawn, the sun often strikes the Pinnacle just right—casting the entire city in golden light for a few fleeting minutes}

The Windvault.
^{( descending. )
  • Hidden deep beneath the mountain, accessible only through narrow, winding stone tunnels known to few
 • Vault walls engraved with intricate spirals, eagle wings, & long-forgotten clan sigils that softly glow with blue light
 • Stone pillars shaped like rising birds stretch to the cavern ceiling—some cracked with age, others pristine
 • Faint, steady wind currents drift through hidden cracks, carrying whispers & ancient energy
 • Central altar shaped like a soaring eagle with wings unfurled—used for rare rites, oaths, or communion with the sky spirits
 • Dust coats forgotten corners, & the floor bears faint scratch marks}

ㅤ❝ㅤ I was not born to be gentle, kai’na… I was born to guard, to endure, to claim what is mine—and I do not lose what is mine. ㅤ❞ㅤ

• Biography
• House
• Headcanon