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The Zedohk Ruins
The sand whirled through the stone and the sun shone, unforgiving, as the woman made her descend down the stairs.
She had not visited this place in a long while - there had been too much business going on in the last few weeks and the weather in the desert wasn't exactly inviting, either. The ruins were horrible to navigate in such conditions, but sadly, this day certainly wouldn't mark the last she had to take this journey.
Relief swept over her in a short, satisfying burst when the stone wall hiding the entrance to the catacombs closed completely and the darkness settled in, closing off the sounds of wind and sand. With a short flick of her finger, a small and pathetic flame ignited on the top of her palm and it illuminated the night, gently swaying from left to right.
The architecture was truly admirable, the lady mused as she went further down the steps, eyeing the ancient depictions carved into mossy stone. This was only her third time; other must have long memorised each masterful curve, but for her, it was rather strange sight. No where in Renzivia and beyond had she seen such images - of Sermeds choking their prey, of Sirens singing their songs - and admittedly, it made her slightly uncomfortable for reasons she couldn't find. The woman turned her head away, instead focusing on the fire's movements and hurried below.
With each step she took, the weak light began to fade until it extinguished completely on the very moment her feet met the ground again. She stumbled, the sudden darkness catching her by surprise, and one of her knees hit the earth. Her panic only intensified as she heard the rustling of clothing echoing through the grand hall that invited into the catacombs; quickly, she stood again, and dusted off her dress in a hurry before immediately bowing to the nothingness in front of her.
"I am deeply sorry to disturb you, my Masters." Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be, and her whisper rose to a squeak mid-sentence.
A fire, fiercer and more violent than the woman could ever have conjured erupted in the middle of the massive room without any warning and for a second, she hid her eyes in the crook of her arm, the smell and light burning them up.
"We have names", another answered, and a deep, threatening snarl followed from behind. Immediately, she bowed in fear and respect both, not daring to look them in the face, and buried her own in the ground. "Forgive me, Master Tristein and Master Drystan", she said loudly, quivering when only the sound of footsteps was heard in response. But a minute had passed when she felt a single, cold finger on the nape of her neck, pushing her down. The physical force was laughable; even the woman could have overpowered him without a problem.
"State your name", Tristein commanded, his hollowed eyes mustering her with every single move. "Lady Lysta of Renhar." "The newcomer? Cute." She took a large breath. "Yes. Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment, you mouthbreather." A second bony finger was added, and the cool sensation was enough to make her shiver.
"I'm sorry." "Hmph." The cold disappeared in one go. "You have no spine, woman. Look at me when I speak." Slowly and carefully, she raised her head. The dry taste of earth still filled her mouth and tears sprang to the corners of her already watery eyes as she was forced to swallow the crumbs. She surpressed the urge to cringe when she had fully risen; her eyes met his bright yellow ones, devoid of the warmth his fire exhibited. His appearance was more reminiscent of a corpse - skin a sickly ashen grey, with features so sunken one might have thought maggots had eaten his flesh.
"One of the Wisps Lady's followers... She demands no sacrifices yet. What brings you here?", Tristein asked, pulling the hood that hid his silver hair over his face, the charcoal cloth obscuring half of it. "I have news." Her tone rose into a high falsetto laced with fear and disgust alike. "The King of House Marek was born a male babe." Even if the message surprised the twin brother, he showed no signs of it. "Interesting. Is that all, newcomer?" "Y-yes", she whispered, and wanted to slap herself over stuttering so pathetically.
For moments, not a sound was heard - the bony man was pondering over the information he just recieved, searching for anything that might go in the cult's favour. He ultimately decided it wasn't anything one could decide in the span of seconds. They'd have years to ponder, now.
"You're dismissed", he said with a click of his tongue and turned away from her, walking back to the part of the hall where he had crept out. "Tell the Keepers. We don't want to see your face 'till morrow." As if Drystan wanted to remind the woman of his presence again, he growled, a threat clear in it.
With another wave of relief crashing over her, stronger than before, she hurried along the bruised path to the inner chambers of the catacombs. She gave the room a last look; but before she could hesitate one more moment to admire the hall, the grand fire in the middle died by one brother's hand.
"Leave."
She squirreled through the exit without another word and closed the door as the shadows settled in once more.
By : @Khadame
The sand whirled through the stone and the sun shone, unforgiving, as the woman made her descend down the stairs.
She had not visited this place in a long while - there had been too much business going on in the last few weeks and the weather in the desert wasn't exactly inviting, either. The ruins were horrible to navigate in such conditions, but sadly, this day certainly wouldn't mark the last she had to take this journey.
Relief swept over her in a short, satisfying burst when the stone wall hiding the entrance to the catacombs closed completely and the darkness settled in, closing off the sounds of wind and sand. With a short flick of her finger, a small and pathetic flame ignited on the top of her palm and it illuminated the night, gently swaying from left to right.
The architecture was truly admirable, the lady mused as she went further down the steps, eyeing the ancient depictions carved into mossy stone. This was only her third time; other must have long memorised each masterful curve, but for her, it was rather strange sight. No where in Renzivia and beyond had she seen such images - of Sermeds choking their prey, of Sirens singing their songs - and admittedly, it made her slightly uncomfortable for reasons she couldn't find. The woman turned her head away, instead focusing on the fire's movements and hurried below.
With each step she took, the weak light began to fade until it extinguished completely on the very moment her feet met the ground again. She stumbled, the sudden darkness catching her by surprise, and one of her knees hit the earth. Her panic only intensified as she heard the rustling of clothing echoing through the grand hall that invited into the catacombs; quickly, she stood again, and dusted off her dress in a hurry before immediately bowing to the nothingness in front of her.
"I am deeply sorry to disturb you, my Masters." Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be, and her whisper rose to a squeak mid-sentence.
A fire, fiercer and more violent than the woman could ever have conjured erupted in the middle of the massive room without any warning and for a second, she hid her eyes in the crook of her arm, the smell and light burning them up.
"We have names", another answered, and a deep, threatening snarl followed from behind. Immediately, she bowed in fear and respect both, not daring to look them in the face, and buried her own in the ground. "Forgive me, Master Tristein and Master Drystan", she said loudly, quivering when only the sound of footsteps was heard in response. But a minute had passed when she felt a single, cold finger on the nape of her neck, pushing her down. The physical force was laughable; even the woman could have overpowered him without a problem.
"State your name", Tristein commanded, his hollowed eyes mustering her with every single move. "Lady Lysta of Renhar." "The newcomer? Cute." She took a large breath. "Yes. Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment, you mouthbreather." A second bony finger was added, and the cool sensation was enough to make her shiver.
"I'm sorry." "Hmph." The cold disappeared in one go. "You have no spine, woman. Look at me when I speak." Slowly and carefully, she raised her head. The dry taste of earth still filled her mouth and tears sprang to the corners of her already watery eyes as she was forced to swallow the crumbs. She surpressed the urge to cringe when she had fully risen; her eyes met his bright yellow ones, devoid of the warmth his fire exhibited. His appearance was more reminiscent of a corpse - skin a sickly ashen grey, with features so sunken one might have thought maggots had eaten his flesh.
"One of the Wisps Lady's followers... She demands no sacrifices yet. What brings you here?", Tristein asked, pulling the hood that hid his silver hair over his face, the charcoal cloth obscuring half of it. "I have news." Her tone rose into a high falsetto laced with fear and disgust alike. "The King of House Marek was born a male babe." Even if the message surprised the twin brother, he showed no signs of it. "Interesting. Is that all, newcomer?" "Y-yes", she whispered, and wanted to slap herself over stuttering so pathetically.
For moments, not a sound was heard - the bony man was pondering over the information he just recieved, searching for anything that might go in the cult's favour. He ultimately decided it wasn't anything one could decide in the span of seconds. They'd have years to ponder, now.
"You're dismissed", he said with a click of his tongue and turned away from her, walking back to the part of the hall where he had crept out. "Tell the Keepers. We don't want to see your face 'till morrow." As if Drystan wanted to remind the woman of his presence again, he growled, a threat clear in it.
With another wave of relief crashing over her, stronger than before, she hurried along the bruised path to the inner chambers of the catacombs. She gave the room a last look; but before she could hesitate one more moment to admire the hall, the grand fire in the middle died by one brother's hand.
"Leave."
She squirreled through the exit without another word and closed the door as the shadows settled in once more.
By : @Khadame
BalloonKing
Balloon
Orpheus
Stories spread about rather quickly in these lands. It's been only so long since the news was first released and even peasants knew about the celebration to he held. In fact, they are no less informed than the humans - same goes for Orpheus. It didn't take much effort for Orpheus to find out about the ball as he always was an excellent observer and eavesdroppper.
Being one of them, Orpheus was fully aware of the profound hatred his kind had towards the humans - being someone who was on the fence withal, led him to not caring a slight bit. He thought to himself how perfect an opportunity this was for him to truly witness a human ball in person - he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. And idea then came into the faerie's mind and he may very well be the first fae to visit a human ball.
Not wanting to miss out on the historical moment, Orpheus put on his humans clothes, strode out of his little cottage in the middle of the woods, got on his horse and rode away to the lands of Viserp.
By :
@MatTamMax
Reina
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Reina walked in the market place of Viserp freely. Her pale white skin and black eyes peered through the mortals that walked with her. She was disgusted by them. She made sure that in their eyes, they saw her as one of them, a mere mortal. It pained her to do so, but it was the only way she could walk among them without hiding her wings. Doing such a thing was unthinkable for Reina. Was she not one of them? Was she not here when man was formed? Why would she have to conform to man when they should be worshiping her. The thought irked her a lot.
"Have you heard? The king is holding a feast on the Third Moon! A ball! He has given the kingdom an heir to the throne."
"Really? That's incredible news! Viserp will surely be overflowing with foreign folk?"
"Yes, the queen is even preparing this masquerade of sorts,er... a ball was it?"
"Oh yes! I've heard. My husband was taken into the castle to work as an extra pair of hands. Seems like they're awfully busy."
"Oh I can't wait!"
She listened to the idiotic chatter of man.
A masquerade ball for a babe? What an interesting event. She thought to herself, a devious smile on her face. She walked ahead. At the corner of her eye, she saw a mortal with white hair feeding a bunch of birds. She let her gaze fall on him as she walked. Strange. She shook her head and looked ahead again.
Impossible. He can't be. I'm imagining things.
By : @CharmyPie
Stories spread about rather quickly in these lands. It's been only so long since the news was first released and even peasants knew about the celebration to he held. In fact, they are no less informed than the humans - same goes for Orpheus. It didn't take much effort for Orpheus to find out about the ball as he always was an excellent observer and eavesdroppper.
Being one of them, Orpheus was fully aware of the profound hatred his kind had towards the humans - being someone who was on the fence withal, led him to not caring a slight bit. He thought to himself how perfect an opportunity this was for him to truly witness a human ball in person - he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. And idea then came into the faerie's mind and he may very well be the first fae to visit a human ball.
Not wanting to miss out on the historical moment, Orpheus put on his humans clothes, strode out of his little cottage in the middle of the woods, got on his horse and rode away to the lands of Viserp.
By :
@MatTamMax
Reina
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Reina walked in the market place of Viserp freely. Her pale white skin and black eyes peered through the mortals that walked with her. She was disgusted by them. She made sure that in their eyes, they saw her as one of them, a mere mortal. It pained her to do so, but it was the only way she could walk among them without hiding her wings. Doing such a thing was unthinkable for Reina. Was she not one of them? Was she not here when man was formed? Why would she have to conform to man when they should be worshiping her. The thought irked her a lot.
"Have you heard? The king is holding a feast on the Third Moon! A ball! He has given the kingdom an heir to the throne."
"Really? That's incredible news! Viserp will surely be overflowing with foreign folk?"
"Yes, the queen is even preparing this masquerade of sorts,er... a ball was it?"
"Oh yes! I've heard. My husband was taken into the castle to work as an extra pair of hands. Seems like they're awfully busy."
"Oh I can't wait!"
She listened to the idiotic chatter of man.
A masquerade ball for a babe? What an interesting event. She thought to herself, a devious smile on her face. She walked ahead. At the corner of her eye, she saw a mortal with white hair feeding a bunch of birds. She let her gaze fall on him as she walked. Strange. She shook her head and looked ahead again.
Impossible. He can't be. I'm imagining things.
By : @CharmyPie
BalloonKing
Balloon
Avani
Coming to Viserp was a great mistake, he realised after barely an hour of stumbling across the great city.
It wasn't that he disliked the culture, or architecture or whatever - he was a big admirer of it, in fact, and anyone who told him otherwise would be bombarded with the most foreign sounding words he found scribbled in a barely ledgible column about the Castle. And if one asked him about that, they were informed that the book in question "was highly recommended by both common and educated folk", both of which most likely described him rather than the 'folk'.
No, the issue lied somewhere else completely, and to his great misfortune, it would not be one easily changed. The issue was the entire city.
Let it be said that, while Avani certainly rather travelled on streets with only a few lost souls wandering about, he generally didn't dislike crowds. They gave him cover, even if it was in a very uncomfortable way, and a herd of people mildly cared about a weird guy or two stumbling on the sidelines.
This situation, however, served to test his patience in a extreme way: Every single road and alley was filled to the brim with sweaty limbs, conversations that may as well be arguments, and a few very rude specimen who insisted to step on his cloak every two seconds. Combined with the fact that the cloth made up about 60 per-cent of his entire body volume resulted in Avani himself being the weird, stumbling guy. At that point, nothing but sheer willpower prevented him from falling, because the last thing he wanted to be was a pancake on the pavement.
And this was the exact problem he had: Moments after finally arriving at the city he had dreamt of visiting for such a long while, his hopes and dreams were already crushed beneath a large boulder of crowds and shouting-matches.
Of course, the fair-skinned man had asked what the deal was - he wholeheartedly doubted this was the everyday life - and after several failed attempts to get any information (his purse was nearly emptied, and, while several men had told him they would give him what he wanted for somefavours, telling them that he was a man and not some cheap pub whore sent them away rather swiftly), he finally decided that in the end, he would just ask the innkeeper who he'd pay, anyway, and went on, still stumbling and whimpering, in search of a place to stay the night.
by : @Khadame
Coming to Viserp was a great mistake, he realised after barely an hour of stumbling across the great city.
It wasn't that he disliked the culture, or architecture or whatever - he was a big admirer of it, in fact, and anyone who told him otherwise would be bombarded with the most foreign sounding words he found scribbled in a barely ledgible column about the Castle. And if one asked him about that, they were informed that the book in question "was highly recommended by both common and educated folk", both of which most likely described him rather than the 'folk'.
No, the issue lied somewhere else completely, and to his great misfortune, it would not be one easily changed. The issue was the entire city.
Let it be said that, while Avani certainly rather travelled on streets with only a few lost souls wandering about, he generally didn't dislike crowds. They gave him cover, even if it was in a very uncomfortable way, and a herd of people mildly cared about a weird guy or two stumbling on the sidelines.
This situation, however, served to test his patience in a extreme way: Every single road and alley was filled to the brim with sweaty limbs, conversations that may as well be arguments, and a few very rude specimen who insisted to step on his cloak every two seconds. Combined with the fact that the cloth made up about 60 per-cent of his entire body volume resulted in Avani himself being the weird, stumbling guy. At that point, nothing but sheer willpower prevented him from falling, because the last thing he wanted to be was a pancake on the pavement.
And this was the exact problem he had: Moments after finally arriving at the city he had dreamt of visiting for such a long while, his hopes and dreams were already crushed beneath a large boulder of crowds and shouting-matches.
Of course, the fair-skinned man had asked what the deal was - he wholeheartedly doubted this was the everyday life - and after several failed attempts to get any information (his purse was nearly emptied, and, while several men had told him they would give him what he wanted for somefavours, telling them that he was a man and not some cheap pub whore sent them away rather swiftly), he finally decided that in the end, he would just ask the innkeeper who he'd pay, anyway, and went on, still stumbling and whimpering, in search of a place to stay the night.
by : @Khadame
BalloonKing
Balloon
Avani
"You haven't heard yet?"
The innkeeper of the place he had chosen - a bit run down, and far too loud for his taste, but he didn't have much of a choice - seemed surprised when he asked her what the commotion was about. "You're one hell-uv'a-guy", sge laughed, and took another chug out of the impressive glass of beer beside her, "the entire world knows. Our dear king got a healthy, newborn son. Big celebration 'morrow, too." That certainly was a great thing, he thought with an inward sigh, but was it really necessary to flood the streets?
Avani already had his purse in hands, counting the remaining coins he had with increasing distress. The woman opposite him patted his shoulder, one half consolation and the other trying to get his attention, when she heard barely any coins clinging. "Free of charge, lad", she said with a wink and a bright smile, "Don't wanna get eaten by bandersnatches for being heartless, aye?" He could only nod, tears of eternal gratitude in his eyes. The innkeeper waved him off, laughing again. "Don' get emotional on me, mate. If it cheers ya up, dinner will be served soon." She drowned the last of her alcohol down her throat and wiped it off with her sleeves. "I'll have to prepare it. See ya, lad."
Avani gave her a half-hearted wave until she disappeared behind the kitchen door - he winced when he heard glass shattering - and then decided that it would be better to stay at the inn today. He would just entertain himself with a glass of milk (though he worried he might actually get beat up if he ordered that here) and drawing snowflakes on the windows.
Nightale Woods
Time stood still in the forest.
Travellers who passed the ominous woods always mentioned one thing; despite bright daylight relentlessly shining down from above, it could never reach through the thicket of the tree's crowns. The path was shrouded in an unnatural, dark blue colour that barely looked like it was merely dim - no, they'd say, these were no shadows, this was pure, malicious darkness. Some told other stories, of voices, laughing and whispering on the other side, beckoning to follow into the depths. None of them dared to.
They'd learned.
For the few unlucky that were charmed by the beings invitation, they never got to tell their story. Lights that danced and laughed, the soft rustling of the leaves (but there was no wind), the grand lake that flowed in the heart of it all, a woman that recieved them warmly.
The scythe that sliced them in two.
Aava considered herself one of the more sociable Them, had there ever been a scale. Though her interactions with uninvited visitors bore more similarity to a mortician preparing a corpse than two friends having a chat, it was still rare to find one of them who preferred to let it's victims stay comfortable for a while before the inevitable happened. This could hardly be said for others of her species. She dimly remembered a pair of twins - beings similar to her, one of the quiet sort and the other an insufferable brat - blessing, in the loosest sense of the word, her with their presence, and more strongly remembered the feeling of disgust when the shorter brother swatted one of her precious wisps just because. And then proceeded to tell how he managed to grill a human as he idled on the entrance to the ruins.
Just because he could, and when he could, he would.
She despised this sort of mentality deeply - there was no benefit to cruelty, and though some might argue that the fate she offered was much worse, doing what was necessary had it's sacrifices. If it kept the forest alive, she would act, but never overstep her boundaries. The woods were much more powerful than she could ever hope to be, either way. It served as a little reminder of her devotion, and was coming along quite nicely.
Recently, an interesting little development had reached her ears. The king's family had expanded, and a small boy had joined the ranks. But other, more sinister whispers followed soon after... they travelled fast, especially within one's own species. These certainly piqued her interest.
She couldn't help but wonder what a king's soul would be worth.
By : @Khadame
"You haven't heard yet?"
The innkeeper of the place he had chosen - a bit run down, and far too loud for his taste, but he didn't have much of a choice - seemed surprised when he asked her what the commotion was about. "You're one hell-uv'a-guy", sge laughed, and took another chug out of the impressive glass of beer beside her, "the entire world knows. Our dear king got a healthy, newborn son. Big celebration 'morrow, too." That certainly was a great thing, he thought with an inward sigh, but was it really necessary to flood the streets?
Avani already had his purse in hands, counting the remaining coins he had with increasing distress. The woman opposite him patted his shoulder, one half consolation and the other trying to get his attention, when she heard barely any coins clinging. "Free of charge, lad", she said with a wink and a bright smile, "Don't wanna get eaten by bandersnatches for being heartless, aye?" He could only nod, tears of eternal gratitude in his eyes. The innkeeper waved him off, laughing again. "Don' get emotional on me, mate. If it cheers ya up, dinner will be served soon." She drowned the last of her alcohol down her throat and wiped it off with her sleeves. "I'll have to prepare it. See ya, lad."
Avani gave her a half-hearted wave until she disappeared behind the kitchen door - he winced when he heard glass shattering - and then decided that it would be better to stay at the inn today. He would just entertain himself with a glass of milk (though he worried he might actually get beat up if he ordered that here) and drawing snowflakes on the windows.
Nightale Woods
Time stood still in the forest.
Travellers who passed the ominous woods always mentioned one thing; despite bright daylight relentlessly shining down from above, it could never reach through the thicket of the tree's crowns. The path was shrouded in an unnatural, dark blue colour that barely looked like it was merely dim - no, they'd say, these were no shadows, this was pure, malicious darkness. Some told other stories, of voices, laughing and whispering on the other side, beckoning to follow into the depths. None of them dared to.
They'd learned.
For the few unlucky that were charmed by the beings invitation, they never got to tell their story. Lights that danced and laughed, the soft rustling of the leaves (but there was no wind), the grand lake that flowed in the heart of it all, a woman that recieved them warmly.
The scythe that sliced them in two.
Aava considered herself one of the more sociable Them, had there ever been a scale. Though her interactions with uninvited visitors bore more similarity to a mortician preparing a corpse than two friends having a chat, it was still rare to find one of them who preferred to let it's victims stay comfortable for a while before the inevitable happened. This could hardly be said for others of her species. She dimly remembered a pair of twins - beings similar to her, one of the quiet sort and the other an insufferable brat - blessing, in the loosest sense of the word, her with their presence, and more strongly remembered the feeling of disgust when the shorter brother swatted one of her precious wisps just because. And then proceeded to tell how he managed to grill a human as he idled on the entrance to the ruins.
Just because he could, and when he could, he would.
She despised this sort of mentality deeply - there was no benefit to cruelty, and though some might argue that the fate she offered was much worse, doing what was necessary had it's sacrifices. If it kept the forest alive, she would act, but never overstep her boundaries. The woods were much more powerful than she could ever hope to be, either way. It served as a little reminder of her devotion, and was coming along quite nicely.
Recently, an interesting little development had reached her ears. The king's family had expanded, and a small boy had joined the ranks. But other, more sinister whispers followed soon after... they travelled fast, especially within one's own species. These certainly piqued her interest.
She couldn't help but wonder what a king's soul would be worth.
By : @Khadame
BalloonKing
Balloon
Reina
The faerie walked in the town under the moonlit sky. The streets were nearly empty, the houses were lit, the street lamps stood tall. The way they illuminated the path was almost magical, though Reina knew it was nothing compared to the wonders of her home. She closed her eyes and she saw it clearly. The leaves that dance with the wind glow lightly to light the way. The vibrant colors coming to life at the touch of the moon. Sometimes she'd stare blankly at the direction of their land, wondering if she should go back. It's been a while since she's been in the company of someone like her. Having these bothersome mortals around her fed her bitterness and rage more. She sighed lightly and opened her eyes again, getting sucked back into reality. She eyed the castle as she walked, wondering if she should attend the celebration hosted by the king. Getting in would be too easy. Mortals were nothing but ants.
"Hey miss! Can you help me? I-I'm lost." A child tugged at her sleeve. Reina pulled away in disgust.
"Stay lost. May you never find your way home." Her eyes peered into the child's soul. And she saw her for what she truly was. The child tried to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth. She stared in horror as her vision started to fail her. She rubbed her eyes and she started crying.
"W-what did you do?" She sobbed.
"I took something from you. And you won't be getting it back." With a snap of the neck, the child fell... nothing but a lifeless body on the pavement.
Reina continued her night stroll.
By : @CharmyPie
Diaveena Poplagerie
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She heard a voice she knew too well. Ah, yes, the melodic voice of peculiar language all those years ago. Never had she thought that she would meet the fae she was looking for quite long time in a human city. A knowing smile rose upon her hooded face. She turned to the origin of the voice she heard, lifting up her head, revealing icy blue eyes. She let out a chuckle, lifting up her hood as she spoke at the fae.
"Oh my, oh me. Such a pleasant sight to see. Never had it crossed my mind to have meet your presence in the domain of beings that you loathe. Have you been well?" She asked, walking towards the fae, despite her tall stature, humans did not glance in her direction indicating that her illusion was still in its full effect. The buzz of town covered their silent exchange.
bY : @ViolntSian
The faerie walked in the town under the moonlit sky. The streets were nearly empty, the houses were lit, the street lamps stood tall. The way they illuminated the path was almost magical, though Reina knew it was nothing compared to the wonders of her home. She closed her eyes and she saw it clearly. The leaves that dance with the wind glow lightly to light the way. The vibrant colors coming to life at the touch of the moon. Sometimes she'd stare blankly at the direction of their land, wondering if she should go back. It's been a while since she's been in the company of someone like her. Having these bothersome mortals around her fed her bitterness and rage more. She sighed lightly and opened her eyes again, getting sucked back into reality. She eyed the castle as she walked, wondering if she should attend the celebration hosted by the king. Getting in would be too easy. Mortals were nothing but ants.
"Hey miss! Can you help me? I-I'm lost." A child tugged at her sleeve. Reina pulled away in disgust.
"Stay lost. May you never find your way home." Her eyes peered into the child's soul. And she saw her for what she truly was. The child tried to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth. She stared in horror as her vision started to fail her. She rubbed her eyes and she started crying.
"W-what did you do?" She sobbed.
"I took something from you. And you won't be getting it back." With a snap of the neck, the child fell... nothing but a lifeless body on the pavement.
Reina continued her night stroll.
By : @CharmyPie
Diaveena Poplagerie
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She heard a voice she knew too well. Ah, yes, the melodic voice of peculiar language all those years ago. Never had she thought that she would meet the fae she was looking for quite long time in a human city. A knowing smile rose upon her hooded face. She turned to the origin of the voice she heard, lifting up her head, revealing icy blue eyes. She let out a chuckle, lifting up her hood as she spoke at the fae.
"Oh my, oh me. Such a pleasant sight to see. Never had it crossed my mind to have meet your presence in the domain of beings that you loathe. Have you been well?" She asked, walking towards the fae, despite her tall stature, humans did not glance in her direction indicating that her illusion was still in its full effect. The buzz of town covered their silent exchange.
bY : @ViolntSian
BalloonKing
Balloon
Reina
"FEED THE MADNESS IN MY HEAD, SEE NOTHING BUT DARKNESS! FEEL NOTHING BUT THE COLD! HEAR NOTHING BUT THE BEAT OF YOUR OWN HEARTS." The Fae's eyes glowered with hatred. She was supposed to have taken control of the sight of the mortals around her. It was the only reason why she could waltz around the domain of man without being seen. Their attackers should have seen nothing, felt nothing, and heard nothing; until the moment they have escaped. "Come little fly, the time is not right. We have much to talk about."
By : @CharmyPie
Diaveena Poplagerie
With the booming voice of her master, she nocked up five arrows in her iced bow, firing it without hesitation. Anger evident in her cold eyes. She fired another set before she proceeded to disappear with her master. For the longest time, she was angered in such an extent.
"It appears that the small part of my inner person have shown itself, Queen of your name. We must make time ours again, let us go."
By : @ViolntSian
"FEED THE MADNESS IN MY HEAD, SEE NOTHING BUT DARKNESS! FEEL NOTHING BUT THE COLD! HEAR NOTHING BUT THE BEAT OF YOUR OWN HEARTS." The Fae's eyes glowered with hatred. She was supposed to have taken control of the sight of the mortals around her. It was the only reason why she could waltz around the domain of man without being seen. Their attackers should have seen nothing, felt nothing, and heard nothing; until the moment they have escaped. "Come little fly, the time is not right. We have much to talk about."
By : @CharmyPie
Diaveena Poplagerie
With the booming voice of her master, she nocked up five arrows in her iced bow, firing it without hesitation. Anger evident in her cold eyes. She fired another set before she proceeded to disappear with her master. For the longest time, she was angered in such an extent.
"It appears that the small part of my inner person have shown itself, Queen of your name. We must make time ours again, let us go."
By : @ViolntSian