Omen (Ringling)Zephyr Radiance

Ringlings Subspecies
A guiding light... or a sign of danger?

With their alien frames and strange features, Omen Ringlings can come off as bizarre and uncanny to other species, and even other Ringlings. Despite this, Omen Ringlings tend to be even gentler than their plainer cousins, and are keen to protect and heal all that they come across.

Origin and History

Omen Ringlings are a particularly new type of Ringling that only seemed to have appeared around the time of the Ringlings’ re-arrival to the planet’s surface. Their sudden arrival is seen by a sign as some, but whether it’s a good or bad one is undecided.

Some say that Omen-type Ringlings have been here all along, though only appeared as fleeting glimpses. Some say that they took the form of other species and healed others in secrecy. Whether they are truly new or finally revealing themselves to the world will likely be a mystery that will remain unsolved.

Some say that these Ringlings were the originals, and that all Ringlings followed from them, that they took a more palatable form to interact with those that dwelled below, before the species vanished to the skies once more...

Treatment in Ringling society

Omens are both respected, and feared. Some Ringlings admire them for their power and standing and seek them out to learn from them, yet others still dread their appearance as a sign of ill to come...

To other Ringlings, they have become a sign of order, but not the kind that comes nicely. They arrive to fix what has been misplaced by whatever divine means necessary, even if that means someone ends up battered and bruised. For every interaction with an Omen that is perceived as positive, there is another that leaves the recipient of their work boggled.

Even such, those stories go untold. No one would dare speak ill of messengers sent from the realm above, would they? Unless you wish to become another problem that needs correction from the many eyed, many winged overseers of Merlot, you're better off taking what you can get.

Appearance and anatomy

Omen Ringlings have a supremely otherworldly appearance. With their tapering legs and anatomical “mutations”, it’s easy to fear them. 

The unique anatomy of this subtype is their tapering, pointed legs with no paws. This is required and cannot be substituted.

It isn’t every day that you end up with a foot lodged in a fissure. I don’t have any friends, nor any family to come looking for me out here in this parched stretch of sparse woods, for my life in isolation is what I feel comfortable with. I keep looking towards the heavens for some sign of something, because as much as I wished my nature attunement could get my foot unstuck, I know that the ground will not heed my call. So for hours I sat, throat dry as bones, sweat sliding down my fur and salting it like jerky. It’s a shame no one passes through here, not even a brave flock of Sqwaguls on a nature incursion. Just me, the wind, and the occasional hare. Try as they might, said hares will never move me a hair. Maybe it’s no time for puns. Maybe I should conserve my energy as much as possible but… what are my chances of being saved? That was my last thought before I shut my eyes and lowered my body as much as I comfortably could, using my monstrous arms to prop myself up. It must’ve been days, or that’s what my body told me, before I heard something like an angelic choir ringing through the air. I thought I was an illusion at first, but an arch of my back and a tilt of my head revealed a many-ringed angel hovering about a yard above my archnemesis, the fissure. She floated down slowly in front of me, neatly seating herself on the ground nearby. Though I towered over her, the aura of light emanating off of her body erased my shadow, and already I felt incredibly relieved. In a few simple movements– a twist here and a flick there– my paw contorted and slipped out of the crack in the earth, back in one piece just moments later. She said to me that she couldn’t feed me, but that she could relieve me of my hunger for a little while so I might gather my senses and find sufficient nourishment. I gave her my greatest thanks and went on my way after we chatted for the better part of the afternoon, and later commemorated her image on canvas. If only I could show it to her. One day, perhaps.

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Down on your luck,

You wait for clouds to part,

For the heavens to send,

One who shall descend,

 

A healer,

Crowned with halo aglow,

Could soon swoop down,

To your world below,

 

When you see those myriad wings,

Flutter and swish,

You’re safe in soft paws,

 In an embrace,

Where wounds do you no harm

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