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Post by Farain on Sept 7, 2008 6:59:46 GMT -5
Arafeantharanasa (Ara for short) and Hallitharanas sat on the protruding root of a massive tree, huddled together for warmth.
"Remind me again why we're here?" queried Ara.
Hal glanced around. "You said you wanted to go somewhere private."
"I meant like a room in an empty house, not a whole other part of the forest." The night had made a salty fog that drifted between the trunks. "I'm cold."
Hal, naturally, tried to wrap himself as effectively around Ara as possible. "Maybe we should go back?"
"Sure. Which way is that?"
Hal glanced around. "Well, we came from -- from..." He didn't see anything he recognized, anywhere. "Oh dear, we're lost."
As luck would have it, there appeared from the murk a small bobbing lantern.
"Why don't we follow him or her?" wondered Ara.
The two elves stood up and followed, jumping from tree root to tree root after the lantern. Yet somehow, despite it's slow pace, they never seemed to get nearer. Odd.
The two looked around again. The trees looked more gnarled and foreign than ever here, and they were thicker than before. The lantern remained where it was.
"Oh dear..." said Arafea.
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Post by arrasailsup on Sept 7, 2008 9:56:20 GMT -5
((Ara wouldn't be for Arra, hmm?))
One might wonder what a fox, of all things, was doing in a place like this, until they saw the faint, golden glow that surrounded it. Then they may notice that the fox actually had two tails, instead of the standard one.
The fox-spirit was called Okia. Or at least, she introduced herself as Okia. A grin tugged at the corners of her narrow muzzle. Eyes as gold as the aura that surrounded her gleamed with mischief.
But the 'lantern' wasn't her doing. Okia wondered idly what other faerie was abroad this night. She was bored. A chat would be good.
In any case, this promised to get interesting.
The fox-spirit, with her coat of silken, red-gold fur, stretched and yawned, her bushy tail twitching.
Yes, this promised to get interesting later. Much later.
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Post by Duckling! on Sept 7, 2008 21:21:58 GMT -5
((Arra, can Xeliphiz make foxfire?))
Zel watched the two elves, his eyes envious. They were big and clumsy, but they were alive. Unconsciously, he touched the broken arm that hung in its makeshift sling. And they never had to worry about being trampled by a passing centaur, he thought.
He frowned, deciding that he wouldn't let some other faerie take them away. He needed them more than this other faerie did. It would be impolite to steal some other faerie's mark, but it was difficult to care about such things when one was undead. The only question was how.
He paused, seeing a golden glow in the distance. One of the living faeries, he thought. The gods, it seemed, were with him today. All he could do was pray that it was the right ones who watched over him now.
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Post by arrasailsup on Sept 11, 2008 5:30:26 GMT -5
((Any faerie can make foxfire, all of them ('cept for Silvan and fox-spirit ones) are just more-or-less too dim to attract attention though.
Farry, post first. Or Tyme/Malaria/Random peep who comes along can join.))
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Post by Tyme on Sept 15, 2008 22:12:38 GMT -5
Qacklataltis(Qack for short) was a little, black, crow. His beak was broken at the tip from an injury he had as a chick. He was Amaralareana's familiar. Amara was sister of Ara. Obviously, Amara even being only an apprentice witch had been aware of the affair her sister was having. So now Qack was supposed to be following them. Qack shivered and ruffled his feathers. It was a cold night. He wondered what sort of crazy humans would undress in the middle of such a dangerous place and indulge in there..ahhh...activites. He still didn't get it. Such strange behaviors. If either one of them started undressing he was supposed to let out a loud screeching call, knock both of them over, and dash back to Amara. It wasn't as simple as it sounded. He had to do it all without getting noticed specifically as Amara's familiar. Which would probably be easy. Those dimwits were probably half blind and Ara always shied away from him and called him disgusting. Which he wasn't, but that was far from what he was supposed to be thinking about.
He blinked and let out a muffled caw at the little bobbing lantern. What was that? He wasn't sure but then again he wasn't an idiot enough to follow it either. Unless of course the idiot pair now entwined with eachother below chose to follow it. There were many tricksters of the forest. Many of his fairy cousins wouldn't hesitate to play such a trick. When they started heading into a more deep part of the forest Qack sighed and flapped his wings again drifting quietly to a high tree where he could still observe them. Amara better have something special for him after this.
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Post by arrasailsup on Sept 20, 2008 2:11:48 GMT -5
((Oh and Farain, do faeries have magic? Since they're nearly a major population, after all. A major population that few notice, but still.))
Okia's eyelids were becoming rather heavy and she was about to drift off into pleasant dreams with various 'conquests' when a disgruntled caw broke through her thoughts. The fox-spirit's ears pricked up. There were no such things as crow-faeries (to her current knowledge, at least) and no normal crow would be about in this neck of the forest.
Which probably meant that it was a crow at least capable of partly-sentient thought. Possibly a familiar. Or perhaps just a crow that had gone loopy from too many night flights.
Okia was bored. But it just wouldn't be polite if she ate someone's familiar. She tilted her head, deciding how to proceed. Perhaps she ought to announce her prescence to the other faerie. Or faeries. And warn the crow away.
She rubbed a paw against her muzzle. Sometimes, multiple faeries luring in people was exhausting to those involved.
With a foxy shrug, Okia let out a short, sharp bark. She wondered who would respond.
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