Quests
As soon as one does enter, a magical feeling does envelop them. The wind rustles gently, bringing the quiet whicker of a rare unicorn. Would she appear to you, bringing the mighty mythic fairy, or will you be forced to bask in the shadows?
Quests will be announced by a faerie on the board (and sometimes, but not always, on the OOC board). Please do not ask for a quest.
The faerie responsible for your quest will tell you whether or not any traits/defects you earn will be 'genetic' (allowed to be included in breeding posts).
crossing property lines;
IP: 71.71.64.83
Posted on September 18, 2007 at 09:45:50 PM by e b i e
 she just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
Ebie did not know his call had been meant for others as well as her. It calms her in a strange way, to know that she was not the only one drawn to this place. The place - she has not idea where the voice has led her. And he smiles at her, yet Ebie does not return the smile. There is a flicker of a wince - the smallest flash of a grimace. The others do nothing to comfort her, but how could strangers possibly ease the mind of one so brutally scarred? Brutal - she does not even know the meaning of such a word. No, she does not consider herself tainted.
The strangers are nothing more than shadows to her - ghosts against the grayscale sky, figments of dreams long since dreamt. And he, the one who called her, was another shadow to the child. Except - except he is vivid. She can see him clearly, and although frightened, she no longer regrets her decision. She had a purpose - some vague, blurry purpose - for coming. He had led her there for a reason - she stood there for a reason.
She closes her eyes as he turns his attention to her, not wanting to see the widening smile. Shadows were not meant to smile - Ebie was not meant to watch. She hears the claw-hoof touch ground - feels the earth beginning to shift. Reluctantly, hesitantly she opens her eyes. The earth had opened; she sees the paths. For one fleeting moment she looks to the beast-stallion, skin crawling. Silently she moves, picking her way past the strangers and he who had called them. She follows the first path - the path leading to the gate of jade. She hasn’t a reason for choosing this path, (perhaps it seemed most inviting to the child). She walks with those trembling legs, heart fluttering.
she caves |
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