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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 20:35:26 GMT -5
(are you a californian)
"Ugh," Xanthe groaned in disgust, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. Shafer's attempts at intimidation were completely pointless- how was getting burnt going to help anything? "I could've slept in a perfectly warm fire pit, or better yet, a bed," He informed the nymph, feeling particularly petty. "Instead, I'm going to have to find us a safe place to sleep before something else thinks I'm shiny." Stepping to the side so that he could pass Shafer without touching him, Xanthe looked for signs of some sort of cave or overhang they could sleep under.
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 20:53:04 GMT -5
no i was a canadian all along))
Shafer narrowed his eyes in his most intimidating glare as he watched the demon throw a small tantrum. He was very experienced when it came to those, he knew what they looked like. He brought a hand up to smooth his thumb over his lower lip as he glanced around and realized how grossly cold he was going to get, seeing as he was still damp. God. He flexed his shoulders back and a solid five cracks clicked through the silence, follow by a satisfied sigh. "Yes, my mate. Make me a nest and prove your worth." His heart obviously wasn't in it when he mocked the demon, evident in the tired look on his expression as he continued to look around uselessly.
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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 21:05:06 GMT -5
(well as long and you're not californian its all good. Do you like beavertails?)
Xanthe's eyes flashed- flashed, not flickered, fire demon's eyes were very expressive- but he refused to acknowledge the nymph's stupid jabs. They had been walking parallel to where the ground began to slope upwards, and that was their best bet if they wanted to find somewhere to sleep. "Follow me," He told Shafer, and went in the direction of the slope, not checking to see if the nymph kept up. Xanthe wasn't too worried, seeing as though he literally glowed in the dark. He could see that up ahead it became rockier, and ahead of that, hopefully, bigger slabs of rock would jut from the ground- that's where any sort of shelter would be.
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 21:14:22 GMT -5
I assume you are not referring to literal beaver tails.))
Shafer was a little bit proud of the reactions he pulled from Xanthe but even that couldn't put that usual stupidly childish bounce in his step. He forced himself to walk after the demon, looking as dead inside as ever as he navigated through bushes and around tree trunks, a sharp hiss leaving his mouth every couple seconds because something or another insisted on scratching at his legs. He brought his hair over his shoulder again and examined the tips. It was still long, which was the bare minimum that made the situation tolerable. The only thing was the bottoms were all burnt and gross and it was randomly thin in some spots and f---ing Xanthe. A almost feline growl ripped through his chest as he sped up until he was right beside the demon. "You suck."
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:17:09 GMT -5
{{ -- Are you guys creating some love story between Shafer and Xanthe???? }}
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:20:14 GMT -5
{{ -- Erm.. can everyone post any character forms I have NOT posted on the from page? I need to update it cause I'm a lazy frick and haven't lol. }}
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 21:20:21 GMT -5
I assume you are not referring to literal beaver tails.))
Shafer was a little bit proud of the reactions he pulled from Xanthe but even that couldn't put that usual stupidly childish bounce in his step. He forced himself to walk after the demon, looking as dead inside as ever as he navigated through bushes and around tree trunks, a sharp hiss leaving his mouth every couple seconds because something or another insisted on scratching at his legs. He brought his hair over his shoulder again and examined the tips. It was still long, which was the bare minimum that made the situation tolerable. The only thing was the bottoms were all burnt and gross and it was randomly thin in some spots and f---ing Xanthe. An almost feline growl ripped through his chest as he sped up until he was right beside the demon. "You suck." ah yes look at all this romance))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:22:16 GMT -5
πOOC π Are these okay? If not, I can change them...
Nikolas "Niko" Walters ;; Bogeyman ;; Male Have you ever met a bogeyman before? They're all different, yet there are some similarities, see all bogeymen are meant for one purpose, to scare children. Nikolas hates that he is one of them, yet that's exactly what he is. He has a dark aura that makes him seem far scarier to children than he actually is, see he's a tall man, standing at about 6'4, and he is rather muscular. He has black hair that is only caused because of the whole bogeyman thing. His teeth are sharp and pointed and his ears are much the same, he has black eyes that do nothing to help him look any more friendly, and a bit of scruff on his face. His hair is shaggy and tends to fall into his face, and he has black patches all around his body, as well as a sort of...black overcast that just naturally follows him around. All in all, he looks pretty scary. Nikolas isn't actually all that mean, in fact he's pretty nice once you get to know him, although due to being what he is, most people don't tend to like him, and so he will put up a cold front in hopes of keeping himself from getting hurt. The only ones who don't seem to mind at all that he's a bogeyman, are his brothers. Even Norman as a kid didn't mind, though that goes by unsure of why. Nikolas actually really likes kids, far more than any of the others, and yet he never feels like he can be around them and he tends to have some very dark phases which worry the brothers like no other. He doesn't remember his life before the orphanage, however he doesn't want to know either, because after he, Kai, and Ty all decided to be brothers. Family. He hasn't cared to know what it would be like without them.
Kaiyo "Kai" Walters ;; Chameleon Shifter ;; Male How does one begin to describe Kai? Well for starters, he's of Japanese descent, and has black, spiky hair that honestly looks like long feathers and he has about no explanation for it. He's a bit shorter than average, as he stands at 5'7, and thats it, he's lean and surprisingly strong for someone who doesn't look it. He's a bit more on the attractive side, though he doesn't exactly think about it, and besides...the scales sort of distract from that. Wait, scales? Yeah thats right, this is where his description branches off from normal. See, he's got chameleon powers and can shift into a chameleon as well...so his situation is sort of like Norman's but far better and less forced. He has a long chameleon tail and scale patches on his shoulders, back, elbows, knees, hands, feet, ankles, and cheeks. They do give him a bit of a scaly appearance, though over all he still isn't bad...Kai is a bit of an interesting character, as he is a total daredevil who will jump off the top of a roof just for the laughs, he can do anything a chameleon can and uses it for show tricks and getting himself in danger. Which drives his brothers insane. However he's also sort of judgmental and you get the vibe that he's judging you, despite being relatively friendly and very much the mother brother out of he and his brothers. He came to the orphanage at a very young age and doesn't remember anything before it, and as soon as the other two oldest ones came into the picture, he instantly brought them together as a family and now they're just about inseparable.
Tyler "Ty" Walters ;; Electric Warlock ;; Male So, let's describe Ty, shall we? He's tall, standing at 6'1, along with that he has some muscle to him. He has naturally tan skin and fluffy black hair that he keeps tied up in a ponytail above his head, though it isn't very long and he proudly calls it a warriors wolf tail, and not a ponytail, no matter what anyone else has to say on the matter. He also has light green, almost cat like eyes, and long pointed ears. Ty's body is covered in scars, mostly around his arms and back, but there are some everywhere and they glow when he uses his power, which is electricity, he can control and manipulate the electricity around him, however every time he uses his powers, he ends up hurting himself and a new scar will form, he worries about what will happen when his entire body his scarred. Ty is quite the character, as he usually comes of as relaxed and chill, he makes horrible puns and enjoys the company of just about anyone. However he's also extremely self conscious about himself and tends to hide it all between his arrogant and kinda flirtatious manner. he has a lot of anxieties and is prone to panic attacks, he's also extremely claustrophobic, and he will panic horribly if confined to a small place. Ty is very rebellious and fierce, a real free spirit who wants nothing but freedom and his brothers safe. He, along with Nikolas and Kai, are all the age of seventeen, and he has been at the orphanage for years, ever since he was five, and once he got there, he befriended Nikolas and Kai and the three of them soon decided to be their own family and so now, they're brothers, along with Norman of course.
Norman Walters ;; Cursed Squirrel ;; Male Let's get one thing clear before we go on, this kid has two forms, and he does not choose when to be one over the other. It's terribly inconvenient, but don't worry, we'll get more on that later, first lets describe his first form. His mostly human form. Norman is an extremely short, skinny, pale teenager at the age of thirteen. He has curly, fluffy, downright floofy, natural red hair that is a mess that simply cannot be tamed. He's exactly 5'0 tall, but he lies constantly to give himself an extra inch or two. He's covered in freckles from his head down to his toes, and he has really distracting, deep green eyes. He's actually kind of adorable...especially considering he has two red squirrel ears and a tail to match. You see...that leads us into his second form, which takes the shape of a rather adorable looking red squirrel, who is even small for a squirrel, with fur a natural red color everywhere but his stomach, which is a soft white, his ears are tuffed and long and it seems his fur is unnaturally fluffy. Now before we get to personality and history, let's dive into the whole squirrel thing. See...Norman...he's cursed. Every time he isn't being genuine, he ends up in his squirrel form, and sadly, the only times he can be human, is when he's genuine, and even then its not entirely human. He has been cursed this way ever since he came to the orphanage, which was many years ago. You see, Norman had this bad habit of wearing masks around people, using them to get what he decided, and take in mind he was very young at the time, it was going to end up being a real problem, and so someone cursed him to this life in hopes he would end up a genuine human being...instead he's just bitter and even more manipulative than usual. In fact most people think he's just a squirrel because he's hardly ever genuine around people other than his brothers. Norman still wears his masks, and it helps that only his brothers know why he's cursed to be a squirrel, everyone else just thinks it's at random, and very rarely can people see him in his "human" form. Though, to those few that get to see the genuine Norman, the real Norman, realize he's a freaking dork who just wants to be loved and has a ton of abandonment issues. Which is actually why he wears his masks around people. It's truly a vicious cycle. Now as for his backstory, he was brought to the orphanage at the age of seven, and instantly took a liking to Nikolas, Kai, and Ty, who adopted him as their brother even though they were all at the orphanage and they have been a family ever since.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:23:15 GMT -5
OOC So I'm making a new character, hope that's alright. Here he is. Also did you need me to repost the brothers forms? They aren't on the front page yet. Alistair Vecktombordra ;; Fairy prince ;; Male Alistair is...well he's a very particular type of fae, however we're going to wait till we get into that. Let's start with a basic outline of his looks. He's tall, standing at 6'1, and before you start questioning...it's mostly because he chooses never to be in actual fairy size, which is quite small. He has a nice complextion and apparently a nice jawline, though he hasn't ever really noticed. He has dark green eyes and just a few small, faded freckles along the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. His hair is a natural soft black however there's some odd light blue and purple streaks in it that actually look kinda cool...just a bit odd, it's shaggy...quite a bit so, and falls down to his chin. He's very fit and scarred, making it quite clear that even for his relatively young age(as he can't be an adult yet, seeing as how he is at the orphanage), that he has seen war. His ears, well...let's get into what type of fae he is now. He comes from a very unique group of fae who are the guardians of their forest, which has always made Alistair feel most at home in a forest. His fairy kind have long, bug like wings that could look just about like any insect's wings, and their ears are unlike the usual pointed ears, they're...well they're long, furry, rabbit like. It's a tad odd, I know. So Alistair here has two long black and gray rabbit like ears that could either stand up or flop down, and his wings look like a replica of an iridescent dragonfly's, just larger, brighter, and since they're the source of his magic, sparklier. Like with pixie dust and stuff. Alistair is...well he's got a few problems. For starters he has this annoying, huge desire to protect, to have someone, something to protect and guard over. He just...he has too, and if he isn't the guardian of something, he isn't happy. He's a very by the rules type of guy who would never consider ever breaking the law and is extremely loyal and devoted. He's a pleaser, and he loves to make others happy, going as far as to put his own health at risk to make sure others are happy and he absolutely despises it when people don't like him because of it. He's actually a fairly energetic guy who literally has to go outside at least once a day or else he will go crazy. He's got a real bad habit of enjoying sweets too much, like ice cream or whatever else he could eat in his fairy kingdom, however he also obsesses over staying fit and in shape, so he exercises like crazy. Alistair secretly really yearns for companionship, he is truly happiest with others and hates being alone, and he's extremely defensive of his personal space. Do not get in his personal space, he will flip out or something. It's better to just not try...though deep down he actually really likes things like hugging, cuddling, touching, however he's buried that very far down. He hates the cold with a passion and honestly has a weird love of fire-probably due to loving anything warm. Also, for the record, he is extremely naive. You tell him something and he is going to believe it no matter how outrageous it sounds and the poor thing is so terribly easy to manipulate, it's just sort of pathetic. Alistair is a prince to his little fairy kingdom, and he fought in the war alongside his parents and his older sister, up until his parents died and he landed himself here. He firmly believes that he fought on the "Right" side of the war, however well, he technically didn't. It was the "Wrong" side of the war, but he didn't believe or know that. He honestly doesn't talk much about his past and finds the fact that he's a prince annoying because no, he doesn't need someone looking after him, he's the one who should be protecting others and that mentality drove his parents crazy. I did not mean for this to be so long... ICText OOC Text ICText
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:23:34 GMT -5
OOC There you go Jingle! :3
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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 21:26:18 GMT -5
(no like beavertails the fried dough pastry? Seems fishy that a canadian wouldn't know beavertails... You're sure you're not californian, right)
Xanthe itched to pushed the stupid nymph down the hill. "No, you suck," He hissed. "All of this is your fault!" Of course, with Xanthe's voices nothing sounded hissed, exactly. But a demon would've understood him. He switched his voice to perfectly mimic the gurgling waterfall sound of Shafer's. "I'm a random water nymph and I'm going to assault a fire demon, stalk him, and then lead him into the forest and get us both lost, all because I think he's pretty and left my common sense at the bottom of the pond." There were large slabs of rock now, thank the gods. Xanthe abruptly turned and began picking his way alongside the rocks, looking for a spot where the ground had fell away or tree roots had formed a cave.
(as you can tell they are a very romantic couple and very much in love)
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:29:59 GMT -5
{{ -- Perfect, thank you! }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:30:59 GMT -5
OOC No problem. ^^
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:31:26 GMT -5
{{ -- I feel like you're trying to tell me they're not in love. But I'm not believing it. Shanthe for life <3 }}
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 21:34:07 GMT -5
ive never heard of those in my life. i'm pretty sure im canadian. but i could be wrong, who knows))
Shafer would've dragged Xanthe down with him. "You're the one who followed me, I stopped using physical force ages ago. Plus you've got like seven hundred pounds on me!" He stuck his tongue out at the demon before quickly putting it back in his mouth, deciding that that maybe wasn't the best idea. His expression relaxed a bit with awe when the demon mimicked his voice. It sounded so much like another nymph. He could've cried. A hand come up to slap over his mouth as he stared Xanthe down and followed him mindlessly. "...Fair enough."
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 21:35:24 GMT -5
{{ -- I feel like you're trying to tell me they're not in love. But I'm not believing it. Shanthe for life <3 }} "Fair enough" -Shafer 2k17))
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:39:51 GMT -5
{{ -- Where are all of the characters? }}
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 21:40:50 GMT -5
Shafer and Xanthe are lost in the middle of the forest and that's all I know.))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:42:20 GMT -5
OOC My characters are wherever they need to be.
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:43:09 GMT -5
{{ -- The cat didn't come to the rescue of Xanthe this time. That's too bad haha. I can send her in for a rescue mission, or we can see how this romance plays out haha }}
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 21:44:13 GMT -5
{{ -- I'm going to make a character that's emotionally stable. And a girl. So hold on, and I'll throw her in for your characters, Smore. }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 21:46:33 GMT -5
OOC Alright Bell! I'd probably either wanna use my squirrel son or my fairy son, because Alistair would be new to all this and that would be fun, but Norman's kinda my favorite.
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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 21:50:22 GMT -5
(omg okay ace whenever you're traveling or whatever you gotta find yourself a beavertails. I've heard they're literally the most heavenly thing ever)
Xanthe ignored whatever it was that Shafer- who literally could've thrown himself down the hill and Xanthe would've ignored him- was doing and focused on finding somewhere to sleep. He was very tired, very cold, and once again hungry because fish sucked. Finally, after what had felt like ages of stubby his toes as he scrambled around the rocky hill in the dark, he found the perfect place. It really was kind of scrappy and five hours ago he would've scoffed at what was basically a hole, but right now it seemed like the best cave he'd ever seen. "This is where we're going to sleep," He told Shafer, turning around to face the nymph and pointing at the small cave. It was underneath a large slab of rock, held up by the roots of a large tree. It was spacious enough for them to move around in, but not stand up, and the ground inside was flat, which was a plus. It had probably been some animal's home, but if there was anything in there, Xanthe was definitely going to scare it off. Or make Shafer skin it.
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 22:00:49 GMT -5
it sounds like its gonna give me all sorts of diseases but thats okay i'm down, I'll do it for you))
Shafer watched Xanthe struggle for a while and understood the extent of his pain and still found it in himself to wrinkle his nose when the demon turned and presented their resting place to him. Not like a final resting place but Shafer kind of wished it was. He approached tentatively and stared into the hole dubiously. It was too small. They were going to make contact at some point, it was inevitable. He thought about voicing this but he had a feeling if he pointed it out, Xanthe would make him stand outside until he was totally dry. So instead he just gave an unaffected nod and wandered into the space. It took a bit of effort but he managed to secure himself a spot, with minimal injury and without tangling with some random animal. He stared up at the demon and tried not to look miserable. It didn't really work. "What happens to you if it rains."
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 22:15:14 GMT -5
Aelfwine (Winnie) ;; Whatever you call a centaur that's half cat and not horse ;; Female
{{ -- I'll finish it later, but for now I'm just going to throw her in and create a description based on her role play }}
Winnie saw the Earth somewhat suddenly.. after all, she had been grooming herself on a luxurious wolf-skin rug when her entire being was hurtled through space and time. She flicked her tail and planted her front feet firmly on the grass, hind paw following promptly. She paused a moment to collect herself and observe her surroundings before leaning to run her fingers over the perfect lawn. Somewhere in the left side of her brain, Winnie understood she should be on high alert right now. She just landed in a very strange land with no warning, and her entire home suddenly ceased to exist. But her right brain was telling her this place was beautiful, and she had to know every blade of grass and every leaf in the distant forest. Winnie saw an adventure in this place, and boy did she love adventures. A stagnant life wasn't a life worth living, and Aelfwine would not mind a change.
Choosing a balance between spirit and logic, Winnie rationalized that exploring the area may give her the answers she seeked about her home. It didn't take more than a split second for her to take that thought and run with it.. literally... run. She launched into a full sprint across the lawn and came to a skidding halt right at the edge of the forest, before leaping in the air, spinning, and launching off in the other direction. She kicked up dirt and she laughed freely, and she enjoyed every bit of this earth. Her realm was filled with dirt and sand and stone, and the only plants were few and far between around watering holes that caused bloody wars. The abundance of beauty in this place was something new to Winnie and she would enjoy it until she was hurtled into a warp back to her home.
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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 22:18:59 GMT -5
"If it rains I'll just shrivel up and die," Xanthe responded in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, ignoring the pitiful expression on the nymph's face. Actually, he hadn't considered rain at all, because it didn't rain where he came from. Luckily the cave was probably good enough shelter that if a freak storm showed up, he'd just be severely injured. Maybe lose a limb. Whatever. Crawling into the cave after Shafer, he almost shoved him out of the way. "The back is my spot. You're sleeping in between me and the mouth." Shafer would be better with the cold, probably. Xanthe really didn't care. "Can I build a little fire? It's damp."
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 22:19:15 GMT -5
OOC Nice. I love the amount of animals or kind of animal people we have here.
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Post by snow on Jan 2, 2017 22:20:56 GMT -5
(Xanthe's an outlier. He's like half rock basically)
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Post by Ace on Jan 2, 2017 22:24:34 GMT -5
Shafer gave a slow nod of thought, looking to be considering how he'd feel if that happened. It'd be tragic without being brutal, y'know? "If you die, can I have your clothes?" He was sure he could tear them up into something prettier and easier to move in. He smiled charmingly as an afterthought, to make sure he would definitely be promised those garments. He furrowed his brow and gaped at him when he was ordered around. He gestured wildly in his incredulity and made no move to obey the demon. "There's not enough room, I'll basically be outside! Never, I'm staying right where I am-- nO, you may NOT build a fire, are you INSANE?!"
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Post by ππππππ ππππ on Jan 2, 2017 22:27:39 GMT -5
Aelfwine (Winnie) ;; Cervitaur ;; Female {{ -- I'll finish it later, but for now I'm just going to throw her in and create a description based on her role play }} Winnie saw the Earth somewhat suddenly.. after all, she had been grooming herself on a luxurious wolf-skin rug when her entire being was hurtled through space and time. She flicked her tail and planted her front feet firmly on the grass, hind paw following promptly. She paused a moment to collect herself and observe her surroundings before leaning to run her fingers over the perfect lawn. Somewhere in the left side of her brain, Winnie understood she should be on high alert right now. She just landed in a very strange land with no warning, and her entire home suddenly ceased to exist. But her right brain was telling her this place was beautiful, and she had to know every blade of grass and every leaf in the distant forest. Winnie saw an adventure in this place, and boy did she love adventures. A stagnant life wasn't a life worth living, and Aelfwine would not mind a change. Choosing a balance between spirit and logic, Winnie rationalized that exploring the area may give her the answers she seeked about her home. It didn't take more than a split second for her to take that thought and run with it.. literally... run. She launched into a full sprint across the lawn and came to a skidding halt right at the edge of the forest, before leaping in the air, spinning, and launching off in the other direction. She kicked up dirt and she laughed freely, and she enjoyed every bit of this earth. Her realm was filled with dirt and sand and stone, and the only plants were few and far between around watering holes that caused bloody wars. The abundance of beauty in this place was something new to Winnie and she would enjoy it until she was hurtled into a warp back to her home. Edit: JK, she's not cat-centaur. She's cervitaur, which is deer.
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