Samuel
Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? Sam watched interested as the Naiad stepped onto the water, impressed by her grace. He felt he was watching something sacred, special; maybe something that he should not be seeing. But there he was, and as everyone rushed into the water he slowly approached too. But he was not presumptuous enough to think he deserved to be in the water with the Fae. This was not his celebration, and he was rarely comfortable with being in the centre of attention anyway. Sitting on a rock a little ways from most of the Fae, Sam removed his shoes and socks and sat with his feet in the water, watching the goings on. |
Drop dance of the naiad
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Book maker/seller✓
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06-02-2019, 01:46 PM
the Sage
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06-02-2019, 06:01 PM
He was alone in the crowd, as he was always meant to be, until he was not. Warmth welled up in his chest as a familiar and beloved feline shape alit at his side, joining him in his show of respect for the celebrants and their ways and finishing the work Jyoti had begun to chase away the lingering shadows in his heart. As the litter passed by he straightened and bumped his shoulder into
Then they were once more caught, entranced, as the ceremony continued and the young woman – Noble? Priestess? Sacrifice? – descended to the sands. Jigano froze, though Isuma only looked curiously between fox and leopard, too small to understand what was happening. Not that Jigano understood, but he found himself tensing as silence fell over the crowd, a hushed sense of waiting, though for what he did not know. Into the water the young woman went, into the song and the power of a river that had taunted and rewarded him once before. She danced with joy and wild abandon, grace and strength, and Jigano’s ears perked forward, nose quivering with delight and a professional interest in the dance. He nosed Isuma to remain on the bank, where her feathers would stay dry, but lolled a canine grin at Amalia and gave a foxy wink before bounding into the waters on delicate paws to dance to the rhythms set by the Naiad and the Stonesong, splashing playfully in the shallows as he joined the party. the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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06-02-2019, 07:17 PM
MELITA One day, temptation, impulsiveness, and far too much curiosity will do her in, condemn her, swallow her, consume her whole – but the way her eyes caught on the throng, on the melee, on the dancing, nimble columns of fey spirits was reverent. Melita admired the way they twisted and glided along the water, wild, untamed, but not entirely savage or sinister; minstrels of magic and song. The cheers and tunes were mesmerizing things, eclipsing over her senses, until she found herself inching closer and closer to the embankment, caught in the siren swell, watching as the Stonesong became one with their halos and motions. Could she ever do the same? Could she ever be so elegant, so strong, so capable? She was a child of angles and edges, of haunting melancholy and dutiful anguish, torn apart by loss and damnation, without anyone to help her sew the pieces back together – on her own, alone and howling. It is doubtful she’d ever encompass the world these people do – but she was willing to try. You are nothing the realms and kingdoms would say, and she’d whisper back but one day I will be something.Her hands skimmed over the top of Fangorn’s head, and he hissed a warning, an obvious don’t grumbling through his growls; but she was tethered to the probabilities and possibilities, to the air and ether, to the glory of harmony and pirouettes. There was no thought to anything else; not the foreboding laced in Fangorn’s sentiments, not the trials and tribulations, not the lesson she’d learned all those years ago. Naught but the water, calling, calling, calling, and within an instant, she’d dove for the river, the chill racing against her skin, the water combing around her fiery hair in waves and curls. This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight the Archangel
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Change author: Posts: 3,098 | Total: 4,624 MP: 2580 AMALIA It is a beautiful thing, the celebration of days come and gone. The Naiad is resplendent on her litter, and as she steps upon the water Amalia catches her breath, awed by the rising rhythm of dance, the melody of the Stonesong its only beat. As she did with the starwhale passage, so too does the girl now know that she is in the presence of something magical, an experience and rite sacred and unique.She only wishes she knew its meaning- but perhaps there is one who can reply. Shifting into human skin as Jigano moves to join the merriment, Amalia slips back to where You are flesh and blood And you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given And oh, how much the Resurrected Sword
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the White Knight
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06-02-2019, 10:08 PM
LUCI
If Lucas hadn't bent the knee to the box-woman, he certainly wasn't about to follow her into the bloody river. Still, he watched with a sly hint of respect as she managed to dance on the water, tilting his head slowly to the side and watching with glinting green eyes that caught on the reflection of the will-o-wisps. Eventually, he glanced to
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06-02-2019, 10:19 PM
Ianto Ianto was breathtaken by the performance, his cheeks flushed with it as Giving her a gentle nudge, he flashed a golden grin to the woman beside him. "I'd say it was rude not to, eh?" He laughed and - together with Amalia - he rushed down the bank towards the babbling waters. At the last moment Ianto shifted into his fox fur, splashing and yipping his way into the celebrations.
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06-03-2019, 06:35 AM
the Wraith
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06-03-2019, 06:40 AM
WESSEX
While she has no intention of being openly rude (other than her refusal to bend the knee), Wessex isn’t much for giant gestures of gaiety. She notes a few others who do not deign to enter the water, either standing at the banks of the river and watching, or removing themselves almost entirely. Of course it’s mostly the hard-hearted and stone-faced who keep themselves apart, either out of pragmatism or feelings of alienation, she imagines. Which one it is for her, she can’t say, other than that this feels like it has the potential to go very wrong, and she’s not sure for which group it would be - the revelers or the wall flowers. What she will admit is that it’s beautiful to see, and her curiosity at what will happen next is showing. No, I’ll be the stone I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade I lie awake and watch it all Age: 7 | Height: | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: - Strg: - Dext: - Endr: - Luck: - Int:
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06-03-2019, 05:44 PM
random event
The whole of the Stonesong brims with delight as the Naiad culminates her dance, leaving them free to revel and delight in her beauty, in the power of her station, in the knowledge of one cycle ending and another beginning. But this is still her night - the new Naiad would have her own celebration - and as she sinks down into the waters among her brethren and strangers alike, the will-o-wisps come to pay their respects too; they settle in her hair and on her clothes, and zip along the water's surface. One of the wisps goes rogue of its companions, hovering before one of the humans who has come to enjoy the celebration. And perhaps it is because it sees in her the same wildness and vivacity as the Naiad that it pauses, reflects... and offers a gift. Delicate, fashioned out of shell and stones polished by the river, it presents to Melita a small anklet. It let it plop! into the water before dashing away again - she ought to be quick to pick it up! Congratulations Melita for winning the drop! She has obtained the following item: Water Dancer | This delicate anklet, when worn, allows the user to step upon the surface of water as though it was solid as the ground. Can be used once per thread. the Honeybee
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06-03-2019, 10:42 PM
MELITA Melita expected very little, and still strove very hard, quick, light movements across and along the water, enamored, enraptured, wide-eyed, and amazed. She was the picture of recklessness and rash conjectures, a wild, untamed, unabashed thing, made from fire and embers, made from coal and ashes, once stirred by song and melody. It’s their celebration, it’s their motions, chaotic, savage, and free that pulled and pulsed within her: she wanted to snag vivacity too, ring it down in her temerarious endeavors, piece together broken filaments and become whole along the sacred grounds. These were not her mother’s precious lullabies or her sister’s lovely, intricate hums, they were ether and elements, strands of pearls and opals, watery fixations on streams and hems. She watched, just like the others, her dance within the river, an undulation of chaotic, bedlam upheaval, mere and reverberations of their perfections, seemingly innocuous, nothing.One of the wisps broke away from its pack, gliding along ripples and currents, and she was delighted to witness its progress and process too – until it stopped before her, a puff of air, a glimmer of grandeur, of opulence, of fey sonnets and stanzas she’d never be able to possess. Her mouth agape, her jaw slackened, her gilded eyes fixated on its sanction, she’d never dreamed of being offered a gift, an extension of nymphs and naiads; stunned, all the more, as it fell before her, and into the water. “For me?” She stammered, the boldness driving a firm frenzy in her heart, and she dove, dove, dove, deep down into the fathoms, hands reaching out for the delicate anklet of shell and stones, desperate to salvage whatever life had to give her, whatever it deigned to throw her way. Her hands grasped, clenched, grabbed it, and she returned to the surface on a steady inhale, on a whimsical, ebullient, enthusiastic smile, unbidden and liberated, released from her impeccable haze. “Thank you!” It was a roar, it was a howl, it was a beating blend of her heart and lungs; for your kindness, the expression not enough to convey the sentiments floating through her - and the celebration curled, coiled around, drums ricocheting off her chest. All was not lost. {Thank you admin! <3} This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight | |||
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