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Ara Snow
Female 2 Lowlander College of Eòlas Student
posted 06-15-2021, 07:15 PM - Word count:
#1


"And the Fae with the wings are beautiful things," the maiden hummed, a spring to her step as she spun in a whimsical circle. "The pixies, oh they hide within the trees." Another spin and the cloth that she held betwixt her teeth fluttered in the air. It was a pale blue fabric that had spent years and years aging. It was frayed and threadbare yet such a stunning color still. "And the nymphs float in the forest streams." She broke from her lilting circles and bounded to her den—if you could call it such a thing.

In truth, it was a shallow cave in the side of a hill. It was too cavernous to provide much warmth but it served as a delightful little place for all of her precious items.

Stray things, ones that were broken and battered and forgotten within the castles that studded their pretty little lands.

"The brownies brush up knickknacks and sew up seams," Ara sang, softer now, as she entered her little home away from home. The fabric settled and hung limp before she pulled it over a rock that jutted out. She pulled it taut then hurried to the far edge of her cave. From a mound of loose straw, Ara produced a book. It was too big for her to carry and sing at the same time (and frankly, her first few verses had been born merely by her releasing the cloth and catching it again), so she hummed as she walked.

When at last she settled her book upon the covered stone, she smiled and finished the song.

"And you can find them when a young girl sings."


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posted 06-16-2021, 05:37 AM - Word count:
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It was not a gentleman thief who darkened the pale songstress' doorstep, but a stray lured by secondly by her melodies and firstly by the prospect of food and something else. He coveted the cloth that she had played with like a child that saw someone with a shiny new toy. Colburn hid within the shadows as he awaited her roaming eyes to settle her attention on something so that he could without being seen. Finally she entered her little cove with her precious cloth. She draped the cloth over a stone and his brow furrowed. Wasn't it a toy? He had played with many old bones and sticks to soothe his boredom, but the way she had waved the material around had seemed like a game and something he wanted to try. He almost stepped out to snatch the cloth when she turned her back, ears perked as the lyrics passed through her lips.

He knew she was singing about the fae. His parents had believed and feared them. Feared them so strongly that Colburn's odd appearance had been enough to mark him as belonging to the fae. A changeling. He waited for her to sing of them, stomach twisting with anticipation and dread. The moment to snatch the cloth was gone, but she returned with another prize. The book was unlike anything he'd seen before. It was like a layered leaf, but the shape was all wrong. She placed it on the covered stone and his brow twitched again.

And you can find them when a young girl sings.

Her song ended with oddly ironic lyrics and silence filled the small hollow. If he had any insight he might have understood that it wasn't very polite to creep around in someone's home uninvited and watch them. But the boy had no self awareness or even a drop of good manners. The wilds had raised him and his feral appearance told such a tale. Filth covered his jet black fur. He tracked in dirt wherever he walked and the maiden's stone floor was no exception.


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Ara Snow
Female 2 Lowlander College of Eòlas Student
posted 07-10-2021, 11:27 PM - Word count:
#3

She was suddenly overcome with the feeling of someone watching her.

As her last note came to an end, Ara stiffened. Her nape began to ruffle as an unsettling chill wound down her spine. Ivory ears remained perked and stiff, as though she dared not give away her natural instincts warning her of a predator. Nostrils flared as she drank in the familiar scents of her home - and the telltale strangeness of moss and churned earth. And a male musk? It was difficult to tell for (as she would soon find out) her intruder had yet to reach full maturity. In fact he was a-

"A Ch-" Ara gasped as she turned around suddenly, mouth struggling between which word to form: Child or Changling? Pale ears flicked back and colorless eyes widened as she stared at the inky form. Black eyes stared back... along with a black nose and fur. A living shadow had been conjured up from her stone floor and she couldn't help but glance down at his paws.

Had an unusual amalgamation of herbs been left out? Had he been summoned?

Or had he just traipsed in here, following her from the forests? Tracking muck into her finely dusted floors?

But, wait, no, that wasn't the most pressing matter here.

Her hind legs pressed against the stone upon which her cherished book sat. Meanwhile, her heart fluttered nervously... and yet as the fear and astonishment began to wear off, immense exhilaration took its place. Was this her first real Fae sighting?

"Do you speak the common tongue?" Ara asked, deciding to cover fundamental bases first.



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posted 07-11-2021, 02:30 PM - Word count:
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Her soothing melody died down and silence filled the air. A silence that was thick with tension. Could she sense his presence? Somehow the thought excited him and he felt his heart rate quicken. It was just like when he went out to pickpocket except this time he wanted her to find him. The delicate fine white hairs on her neck ruffled and she sniffed the air. The intruder loomed in the shadows, watching her silently, his heavy breathing being the only audible sound he made.

He prowled closer like a cat sneaking upon his prey. She was almost close enough for him to reach out and touch her when she whipped around and gasped. A ch- "Boo!" he exclaimed, black alien eyes full of mischief and mirth. There was a wicked grin upon his dark features, flashing brilliant white teeth at the unsuspecting girl. In the dim light of the cave his gleaming teeth were his most visible feature. For once his small stature did not take away from his sinister appearance. The girl was just as small as he was.

It didn’t take the girl long to recover from her shock and unexpectedly she asked him a question. He blinked at her in confusion, wondering what made a tongue common. "Dunno," he replied, furrowing his brow. Uncertain he stuck his black tongue out for her to inspect it. Perhaps she could tell him if it was common or not.

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Ara Snow
Female 2 Lowlander College of Eòlas Student
posted 07-17-2021, 03:29 PM - Word count:
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If only she had hands, or tails, or whatever magical appendages had been used to make the notes she read in her cherished book! Had she the luxury, she would have snagged her notebook and a quill, adjusted her glasses, and started scribbling every stray detail. Alas, she would have to commit this all to memory.

His boo!, which had definitely startled her and nearly caused her heart to stop, indicated several things. One, he knew the phrase. Two, he used it properly and seemed to enjoy it. Mirth danced in those void-like eyes, something she was surprised she could see without the iris being separate from the pupil and the sclera.

And indeed, they were at eye level with one another. Yet... somehow... he seemed younger. Like an overgrown cuckoo bird of a pixie.

He seemed confused by her question... but he answered it correctly? So did that mean that he did speak it? Or was this some other turn of phrase in his language? Ara was like a live wire and she crackled with anticipation and curiosity.

When he stuck out his tongue, she gave a soft gasp while her eyes became as wide and round as two moons. She leaned forward, close enough as if she was going to boop his tongue with her nose, and her eyes went a tad cross as she stared down at it intently. It was entirely black?!

"Fascinating," Ara gasped. "You look so much like a wolf, and yet..." Her head canted to the side to get a better angle. "So different!"


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posted 07-18-2021, 08:28 AM - Word count:
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Hyena-like laughter filled the air when he saw the girl startle at his ‘boo’ and continued until he was panting. Like a child he delighted in playing tricks and pranks that most wolves his age had grown out of once becoming a yearling. Unexpectedly the girl was drawn to his otherness rather than afraid of him. There was a gleam in her multi-hued eyes reflecting his own confused face back at him. His prank had backfired and he wasn't the boogeyman anymore. Instead he was more like a unicorn to this girl. Idly he lifted a hind limb to scratch at his ear, uncertain of what to do next. He still wanted the cloth, but it was unlikely she’d let him out of her sight.

Her inspection of his tongue drew her uncomfortably close, nose almost touching his mouth. It was odd how willing she was to put her face next to another predator's jaws. ”Fascinating,” she gasped. ”You look so much like a wolf, and yet…. so different.”

He raised a dirty forepaw to push her face back, pressing the pad of his paw against her bright pink nose to create breathing room between them. His brow wrinkled in confusion at her boldness. Normally they ran away by now. “Aren’t you scared?” he asked, his abyssal gaze narrowing at her in suspicion.

She was weird. Of course he said that out loud too because he had no filter. “You’re weird,” he stated bluntly, disappointed that he would have to work harder to claim the cloth and the book. At least she hadn’t shooed him away yet so there was still time for his heist.


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Ara Snow
Female 2 Lowlander College of Eòlas Student
posted 07-20-2021, 07:58 PM - Word count:
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Angel-white ears twitched and she startled slightly as his dark paw pressed against her nose. Warm, she noticed immediately. Which suggested that he had blood, but what color would it be? Black? Red? Blue? ...And wet, Ara acknowledged a second later and with far lest zest. His paw stank of soil and as she retreated a step, her brow knit and her nose wrinkled. Clods of mud stained her muzzle. She brought up a paw to wipe it away, staining her left foreleg.

Soon, as the smeared mud began to dry, her nose would begin to itch. A part of her wanted to sigh but, in truth, she was still excited. An itchy nose was a worthy price for this pixie child that had wandered into her studio.

At the thought of being scared, Ara couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. Then, multi-colored eyes widened as she realized that this could potentially be offensive. "No I'm honored to meet you!" Her eyes searched his face as she hoped that he wouldn't vanish into thin air. "I have been studying your kind since I heard my first story of the Fae." She lifted her paw and crossed it over her heart. "I swear, even if you curse me, I will not be scared."

In fact, she... honestly would kind of be excited to be cursed by a Fae.

Almost immediately he deemed her weird.
For a moment, she almost looked hurt. Thankfully, Ara was quite good at rallying after a setback.

"T...Thank you!" Ara chipped. "And what are you?" Time to get back onto topic. "Pixie? Nymph? Brownie? Dryad? Changeling?" Or something else? Subconsciously she started leaning in again.


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posted 07-21-2021, 10:02 AM - Word count:
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The unblemished white fur was stained with dirt when his paw pressed against her nose. It did the trick and forced her to move back. Her dirty nose was just an added bonus. He couldn’t help, but snicker when she tried to clean her face and smeared the mud along her foreleg. There was something so deviously naughty about muddying a perfectly pristine white coat with muddy imperfections. For someone as feral as Colburn who had never been taught the value of personal hygiene he was quite happy being covered in dirt and grime.

This girl though was unflappable. Nothing seemed to bother her and that meant getting her away from her possessions was harder than he’d care to admit. At least he didn’t have to hide that made his task a little easier. Part of him was intrigued by her enough to decide to stick around although he told himself it was purely for the book. She found his question amusing and it caused his brow to furrow. Was he losing his touch? Maybe it was her fault. She was broken or something.

She proclaimed that it was an honor to meet him. Was he famous? Surprise and delight filled his dark eyes until he realised that she meant an entirely different kind of honor. She thought he was one of the fae, something that she had been studying all her life. His ears twitched in discomfort, memories of how his family had reacted to him. They had believed he was a fae, but they hadn’t been honored. Sadness touched his features briefly, quickly replaced by suspicion. She didn’t look like she was tricking him, but he didn’t understand why she was so happy especially when she thought he might curse her.

What if he had already cursed her by accident? Shit. He had no idea what he was doing half the time. If the fae thing was real then he could be cursing people all the time without realising. Shaking his head he gave up on trying to deter her. “Fine, but if you get cursed wasn’t my fault,” he warned her so that she knew the risks.

She thanked him for calling her weird which was not the reaction he expected. He blinked at her, dumbfounded by her. His jaw gaped slightly, at a loss of words until she spoke again. What kind of fae was he? She listed them off without even flinching when she spoke the word changeling.

“A Changelin’” he admitted, wondering how she would take this piece of information. She seemed happy enough with everything else about him so he doubted she would treat him like a monster.

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Ara Snow
Female 2 Lowlander College of Eòlas Student
posted 08-10-2021, 04:56 PM - Word count:
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Emotions flickered over his face like ripples over water. They would take hold, shattering the unblemished black, before flitting away. As quickly as one would come, another would resurface. Amusement, suspicion, shock, sadness, intrigue. For one with eyes so abyssal, he was expressive. Ara took it all in, her motley blue-red eyes carefully training upon the nose, ears, and eyes. It all struck her as surprisingly mortal. Childlike, even.

This did not deter her however and she took his warning in stride. "Not your fault because you can't control it?" If she had glasses, she would have pushed them up the bridge of her snout and reached for a pad of paper. In moments such as these (though this was the first of its kind), Ara longed for the ability to make books and not just read them. It would be delightful to keep her notes in a place where she could revisit them. Instead, she could only memorize each fact until it was burned into her neurons like a scar.

Whether he answered or not, Ara would allow the conversation to divert to the what and not the how or why. As he admitted his kind, Ara's eyes lit up and she nodded her head. Her tail tip wagged, lightly thumping against the dusty floor of her personal study. "I see I see, this does makes sense," Ara muttered as if to herself. No wonder his expressions were so mortal! He had been raised by wolves.

Ah yes, it was all coming together.

"Do you remember your Fae parents?" Ara asked, once more cursing her inability to take notes.

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posted 08-10-2021, 06:40 PM - Word count:
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The changeling was amused by her readiness to accept such a misfortunate creature as himself. Many had cast eyes upon him and cursed his existence. It was strange being celebrated instead of shunned. He kept waiting for something to click within those iridescent eyes and for a look of awe to turn into cold disgust. The shifting colours of her eyes intrigued him. It was unlike anything he had seen before. Different like him, but uniquely beautiful instead of oddly ugly.

Colburn took a moment to look around her lair. It was a lot more comfortable than his little den beneath the roots of a redwood and a lot more spacious. Black eyes flickered with envy at her apparent good fortune. Her voice drew him away from the green eyed monster whispering in his ears. Not tried, he admitted, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. Now that he knew about his new powers though he would have to test them out on someone. The thoughtful drew a fiendish grin on his dark features. Wanna test it? Colburn asked, grin growing wider. He lifted a grimy paw, ready to curse her if she agreed.

She muttered something about it making sense, but as per usual he had no idea what she was talking about. Do you remember your fae parents? The question startled him and he jolted with alarm. His dark eyes narrowed into onyx slits and he shook his head vigorously. Don’t got any, he told her. If he had been left with those phonies by his real parents then he blamed them just as much for abandoning him.

What are Changelin’s? he asked, curious about what exactly he was. He only knew that his parents had feared him and others treated him like he was a contagious disease. This girl might be his only chance at understanding himself.

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