The world is young, a child embraced by the infinite possibilities of the heavens, a canvas of many colors and uncertainties. Aulë was born at the edge where these two entities meet, the flashing brilliance of twilight, a beloved son of the stars and moon and sun. They laid their shawl of tyrian silks upon his shoulders, so fragile, so untouched by the suffering we call life, a clothe spun with care. He is no warrior, he is no great runner or hunter. He is made with the gentle rhythm of a dancer, a song in motion. He holds the elegance of his Mother, a grace manifesting in gentle darkness and warm light. The galaxy made flesh, fallen stars laid upon his fur as sparks hewn from that ancient forge. A young, bright star. Like a saga of the ages, the nebula writes its legacy upon his spine, an early morning mist kissing away the tears upon his cheek, the tremble of the swaying tresses of his starry tail.

Half of this world, and half of the unknown above, those stars fall into the cloudy plumes of softened feathers, downy strokes upon shoulder and belly, a mimicry of those clouds that give birth to the shadows of the stars. Much of this man, is soft, gentle, a sincerity that rises from a virgin beginning. The wise mourn the sorrows of this land, and Aulë, oh how many tears have fallen from his celestial eyes, forever etched as gems of Nienna. For he is of the celestial cast, written in his blood, blessed by the Moonflow.

Naivety cannot be called ignorance, only, the absence of understanding. Aulë was a soul born of the gentle darkness, of the void beyond the known horizon, this finite piece of the heavens. He had come to love the world from afar, and yet, can one truly know something they have never touched? A beginning to his path, the fallen star has in time, come to know Valyria, has seen the rise of nations, the death of Gods, and the once-prosperous grandeur of its people fall to ruin. Some, would allow this pessimism to lay waste to all that is good and just. Some, would come to resent, regret their choices made. To Aulë, there is only one way to live, to do so fully, to see all the awful things there was in this world, and know it is but a part of the grander whole.

Gracious, to one who has come to know the embrace of the warmth of life finds reverence in existence, in all its shapes and knowledge. To look and to judge, is the fate he has never wanted to know, and so he chooses to cast aside prejudice. A hand offered is one that may meet in that sacred moment of trust, and while he may know that not all are willing to see with eyes unclouded, there is a certain hope in knowing that not every heart has been broken so, as to forget how truly blessed they are.

The star who gazed upon the world below, he is a dreamer, a gatherer. As a wayward soul, there is isolation in the way he exists, a lonesome satellite that shines so solemnly amongst the void. He sees so very clearer than most, and yet, few find interest enough to turn their attentions upon but one of many. Perhaps it is why he chooses to observe, why he takes pleasure in the discovery, rather than the coveting. Give freely, feel deeply, offering himself up to be hurt, knowing that even angels have swords.

He was never meant for this world, this child of the sky. The world was finite in its existence, in its presence amongst the void. Its surface wrought with anger, fear, and suffering, brought low by the very beings who sought to make themselves God's in their glass terrarium. And yet, Aulë came to love all the imperfections of their kind, of their world. When he fell, so began anew his creation, casting aside the part of him that was truly celestial. For the spirit of the sky, could never be contained in a cage of flesh and bone; not entirely.

'For you are a child of the gentle darkness, it shall always be apart of you, even should you leave our embrace. Our light will paint your body, shall fall as stars amongst the strands of your tail, and fill your heart with wonder. When the sun falls you will feel us near, and when the unconquered guardian rises once more, you will know what it is to be a child of the wold. Yours is not a spirit of the light, that place where the shadow is but a memory, where its touch can not reveal the shine within.'

For years uncounted, he dwelt in the lands of Ourania, coming to know its people, its sufferage, its imperfections. He knew the calls of war, that which equine and canid sought to tear one another apart, witnessed the great calamity for their mistake. And yet, just as the world began to turn once more, he was drawn from that place which had come to mean so much, and was thrust into a land far different than any he had ever known.

Profile Credits
- Original design idea & lore of character @Rare
- Avatar made by Skollyson
- Intro fullbody by Hyssie
- Signature art by Soar
- Blue sky divider by KannaMake (DA)

Aule Table Stash Credit
- Table #1 art by Argenticide
- Table #2 art by Clockbirds
- Table #3 art by Argenticide
- Table #4 art by Yumpy
- Table #5 art by Aivoree
- Table #6 art by Namaste
- Table #7 art by Nikkayla