She looked up into the open sky and wondered: 'would life ever be the same again?'
It stretched above her, the clouds and azure and space beyond, as the endless expanse that it truly was, the blue...
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She looked up into the open sky and wondered: 'would life ever be the same again?'
It stretched above her, the clouds and azure and space beyond, as the endless expanse that it truly was, the blue...
Firstly thank you to the staff for holding such a brilliant tournament. It worked really well, had a brilliant storyline and I had so much enjoyment writing for it. Again, thank you for the judgement...
Mud. Waste. Dire, horrid mess. But she had done this before and she was one of the only beings full of the willpower to travel this route.
Whomever had been winning the war recently within...
She gave herself another hour. The rest was very much needed, and she found at the bottom of a pocket some crumbs of dry, stale rations that at least would save her for just a small bit longer....
She found natural light at where her memory had exactly told her to find it. An old well, long dried up and connected to the old systems via its channels. It came up in an old village at the edge of...
She left him at the base of the rock, patting his hind quarters to send him plundering off into the low hills alone. His hoof prints and presence would confuse her pursuers for some time as she made...
Time could not be wasted. It was not a currency that the young faun could decide on her own to spend. Everything was now up to her - the destiny of Alerar and the friends she had made along the way...
Celandine was no warrior - she was a young scholar, a wealth of knowledge and recently a sneaky sneak. But not a warrior. Wisdom told her she would be nothing but a hindrance in this fight.
After...
It couldn't be the middle of the night. It couldn't be after they had eaten and were curled up in their tent and gazing into each other's eyes, not knowing their future or where you'd friendship...
By nightfall they had come into the desolate landscape that had been left in the wake of the demon armies. Villages full of empty houses and woods plundered for every beast and berry, alongside the...
Once more the trickle of pink-tinged light greeted the faun and her company, peeking nervously over the horizon as they set out upon the mission that would be fate-defying. Their names, if...
The rest of the day was sung to the tune of heavy hammers, ringing out a routine rhythm that was ages old and sacredly undertaken. The music was that of skilled artisans, sweating brows and grunts of...
Celandine was surprised to not see an object or a gift from the heavens during the storm, but rather a small group of dwarves sitting in the middle of the main room of the building claimed for...
When morning broke, the sunlight glinting hazily over the jagged horizon, it was clear the tempest had discharged every ounce of its righteous fury upon the unsuspecting fortress. At least three...
Through the thunderous booming, the sharp shrieking and the dischordant howling of the storm, she quietly sang her song of loneliness and isolation to herself, that should have been a melody of...
[RIGHT]Name: Celandine Vaan Rameses
Nickname/Alias: Cel
Age: 9, but appears a young mature faun
Race: faun/half-faun
Height: 5' 0"
Weight: measured
Occupation: knitter and scholar
Personhood:
I cried when she died.
When I stood amongst the other mourners, my head cowed and bowed, slowly breathing in and out, each inhale a fresh new beginning and each exhale an exhausted sigh. Silence,...
"Greetings," she said, in a voice as clear as Aleran, artisan, crystal-cut glass. Straightening her back she brushed her hair from her eyes, took a proud stance that spoke of authority and pride, and...
As if fate had ordained it, the cave-in had been the answer all along.
It was not a lie to say that she had been lost in the moment with the drawings and only remembered her vision at the last...
Gazing around in wonder, her silvery eyes aglow with pure scholarly desire, Celandine let out a small giggle as she moved to shuffle in her satchel, now dry and repacked after her adventures earlier...
Finally she unbound her tight fingers from where they had been hugging the book to her chest this entire time. Carefully, she laid it beside the map, and twisted a partially dried curl of hair behind...
"You!"
There was no need to send word to Troy. Instead the tangled mess of a man who had been struggling to hold his own in the diplomatic proceedings saw the young faun in the white shift as she...
The young scholar barely avoided another flying attack from a tiny devilish creature who was all claw and tooth. Ducking down she let out a light shriek, which extended into an uneasy laugh. It had...
It was dank, dark and ugly. Grimy, and smelt of … Well. That.. A rigid part of her still longed to adhere to the ladylike customs that had been her later upbringing. Decorum. Politeness. The perfect...
That look. That look.
She was beyond frozen in fear. Her heart hung heavy with betrayal. Her mother's once true love now with the devious enemy, a man who had promised to protect her from all...