It is believed that before the world became as it is today, it was a dull place. There were no mountains, no forests, and the seas were timid and flat. But the winds, even in this age, had presence and power. For the Sky was the ultimate divide between the realms of myth, and the realms of reality.
Far above the earth, the sky was the domain of the divine hawk. It spread it's wings from cloud to cloud, it's purpose clear, it's eyes ever vigilant. It fed on the creatures of the earth, but never reveled in death.
Armara is eternal as the skies above all creation. From when the first of the lower creatures claimed the skies, before the ages of record, the spirit of Armara was there. Her keen eye guiding the cycles of life and renewal from within her perch in the clouds.
She was the first to call the sun, calling it to service of the wilds. She holds the key to the heavens and ll who live under its expanse. She is the one who stands vigil at the gates of life, ensuring that those who pass are intended to do so.