Juno.

I’ll miss you buddy, take it easy

Spooky tree time

The fate of the final church would plague the warlock’s mind for some time as it gazed at the insignia imbedded in it’s skin. It wondered what it’s fate would be.

A daughter reads over the letter with a curling smile, wiping her eyes with a stained sleeve as puss leaked from their waterlines. “Voidal mages and druids? Feels funny to hunt both…oh well. Enemies of father are enemies of mine.” The woman called for her sweet creature of a daughter then.. @Cally

“No..” Tears fell down the cheeks behind a similarly painted mask, then followed my a wild, angered scream. Her body shook in agony and rage, barely able to contain the emotion she felt at what she heard. “****…I’m so sorry, my dearest friend…I-I..I’m so sorry Elmer..” The exile then ran off to find the body. She’d be sure her friend, last of the wonks, would receive a proper burial.

Deep within the leaves of an oak tree, the sound of crinkling parchment could be heard. An exile’s gaze caught on every word, some spark of hope igniting in such pale eyes but a deep frown still remained on her features. The missive was folded up and placed within a small burrow in the tree, perhaps to be revisited or perhaps to be forgotten.

A vile woman smiles, waiting for her turn to make a deal

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I fixed it, I swear!!

IGN: Junoix CHARACTER NAME: Nesta Arianna DISCORD: Junoix#6201 This is not experimental or avant-garde but my favorite 2000s pop/r&b song is Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado Merry Christmas!!

“Zift-ag’ruta. Ur-Za’Randrok, Kuul Aaa Rohn’Amol.” “Dav’Uzgha..” The woman slammed a fist to her head as the voice continued to assault her, never listening to her commands to be silent. She continued her journey on the back of her beast; blackened skin sticking to bone, yellowed teeth sticking out of unhinged jaw, and eyes burning with cerulean flame. Suddenly, the demonic direwolf came to a halt, snarling and snapping as it looked out over tainted land. The princeling looked up from her stead and over the voidal hollow, eyes narrowing at the creatures who wandered it. “Tramdalktar..” Her brows furrowed as she looked out over the landscape, her stomach churning as her beast grew restless. “E’Khanvit..” Bile rose in her throat as her vision began to cloud, those voidal creatures turning to sickening crows and flocking around her. No matter how hard she tried to swat them away, the birds continued to swarm, attacking her with sharp beaks and talons. “Dav’Huvnataer!” “Vuhd Ra’Algzoklu-za.” Those voidal crows continued to attack, now shoving themselves down her throat and peeking out her eyes. The beast cackled as it watched it’s master succumb to madness, relishing in the warlock’s screams. “Mokn’Algzok, Rohn’Gartok-Mar. Vuhd Ra’Algzoklu-za.” Images then flood her head; her son being threatened by two whose eyes glowed of voidal aura, her father crippled before the taint, her master’s death at the hands of the coalition. The birds continued to eat her alive, the voidal taint spreading through her veins. She screamed and thrashed and begged, but it wouldn’t stop, it would never stop. “Zd’Vuhd Ur-Mokn! Mokn’Rhavor Unmatar!” At suddenly, it all stopped. The crows turned to ash and fell to her feet, and the images she saw began to disappear. Her vision slowly returned, and her beast ceased it’s cackling, sulking as it’s master regained consciousness. Her body trembled as she struggled with her sanity, unable to tell if what just happened was real or not. “You’ve sat with your power for too long, Daz’rukrai. You cannot stay idle while this mockery of our greatness continues to plague this land. These mages weakened your father, and have threatened to kill your son. You know what you must do.” “I must kill them all..” The princeling gripped onto the scruff of the demon’s neck, pulling it off as the beast began to run back towards whence they came. A violent cough assaulted the woman’s lungs, followed by a maddening cackle as her eyes glazed over. “I will kill them all.” -=-=-=-=-=- [!] A message has been burned onto the wall of The Guild of Knowledge, the words looking as if they were still aflame. “Your mockery of the Five Princes has not gone unnoticed. You will pay for your arrogance and tainting of this land that is not yours to conquer. Your judgment awaits. Give up your disgraceful craft and you will be spared. Mok’mhat Unmatar.” [!] The last few words are written in strange characters that are warm to the touch. Upon looking at these characters, one’s eyes would begin to burn and head pound, discomfort spreading throughout your veins.

IGN: Junoix BOTA or COTC: BOTA Category: Skinning Artwork:

Discord: Junoix#6201 Bid: 200 Skin Name: Evergreen

Discord: Junoix#6201 Bid: 100 Skin Name: Evergreen

“Glad to see some things never change.” A jaded tone remarks from the trees, watching white walls; waiting.

How are you so old

Accompanying Music [!] Pinned to every road sign across the realm is a charcoal sketch on frayed parchment, delusional ramblings neatly written below in a deep, tenebrous ink that seems to catch no light. Crows are not to play with snakes, no matter how shiny their scales and luminescent their eyes. Crows are not to play with snakes, no matter how sweetly they hiss or how enchantingly they move. Crows are not to play with snakes no matter how small they may seem, no matter how weak they appear. For even the tiniest serpent can carry the most deadly venom. I flew too close to the nest, was too entranced by reptilian ways. I leaned in too closely as forked tongue whispered promises to me, ignored natural instinct to turn and flee. Oh how quickly did such body wrap around my small frame, how expertly did fangs sink into my flesh, how agonizingly slow does the poison course throughout my veins. For years I have been constricted, and for many more will I continue to be, I suspect until the end of time. I know the venom will never kill me, and I’ll never have the strength to break free from the body coiled tightly around my own. But perhaps I have been ungrateful; perhaps I can’t truly complain. For even though I will never fly free again, the snake has kept every vow it ever made. What a small price to pay.

Throughout their trial, a red fox would watch and follow from the tropical trees, gold eyes scanning the terrain and how they reacted to such in their state. As Boreal reached the gate, the fox ran off, a small vulpine smile on it's furry face. "And so it is finished, well done."

[!] A flyer is seen posted in every nation and settlement, pinned to the walls of Taverns and road signs: Hope to see you soon!!

With dull eyes did the woman glance over the scrap of paper, her gaze pausing momentarily at ever 'snake' she read. o' snake...o'snake...the snake within...o'snake... Over and over did such words replay in her mind, eyes widening, heart beating faster, breathing becoming more difficult. Snakes slithering up her body, hissing in her ears, mouth widening to showcase sharp fangs, such digging deep into flesh and ripping her apart.. No, it is not true. Only I can see it, so therefore it's not true. Her hand grazed over the rune that have been inscribed on her days before. It's not true. It's not true, It's not true... Or was it?

Only a couple days prior, on the 24th of The Amber Cold, deep within a cold cave were similar cries heard. Just five days prior to little Yulnayl, a little fox was born.

-=- “Ouch!” The elven child hissed as a splinter wedged itself between her bare toes, her soles not used to walking the rough path ahead of her. She had always stuck to the soft moss of her forest, never wandering too far into the mountainous terrain. However, she was ten now, and that meant, in her mind, that she was ready for a new challenge. No matter how much her feet bleed, she would make it to the top of this mountain! The redhead brushed her unruly hair from her sage green gaze, accidentally wiping some dirt on her face in the process, before stealing her resolve to keep going. The girl had only taken one more step before she heard a desperate cry in the wounds, high pitched and terrified. The lari knew that sound, it was the sound of prey before being killed for dinner, but this time it sounded so much younger, and so much more scared. She changed course and went off her current path through a dense part of her forest, one that only her mother would go through while she stayed home. Thorns caught on her freckled skin and wolves howled in the distance, but the girl kept going, curiosity willing her to find what had made that noise. Louder and louder it got as she kept going, as did the howling of the wolves and rustling amongst the bushes until finally she found the source. Just among some berry bushes lay an injured kit, it’s leg seemingly broken, and it was all alone. Aww, where’s your momma? The girl cooed as the baby fox bared its teeth, nipping at the elf in fear. She paid no mind however, as she scooped the skinny animal up in her arms and held it close to her chest. “Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Can’t say the same for the wolves though.” The movement of said wolves’ quick feet were starting to close in, and even as the fox cried and clawed in protest, the child ran off with it in her arms, all the way back home. “Haelun! Look what I got!” The sound of groaning and the shuffling of books sounded from within the small cottage, a darker skinned woman sticking her head from out of her nook. “What now Mavis...I thought I told you to play outside!” “I did play outside haelun, and look what I found!” “Great, a pet, and a sick one at that. Let the wolves feed on it, child, it won’t last long anyway.” “Yes it will! I’m going to heal her! And she’s not a pet, she’s my friend!” “Animals aren’t friends Mavis! Now put it out before it makes a mess!” “FINE” The child shouted as she turned and slammed the door on her mother, stomping off into a little cave where she liked to play. Frustrated tears streamed down her cheeks as she settled in her nest, setting the kit beside her as she began to wash it’s leg with her bowl of water. “Don’t listen to haelun, she’s a meanie. I’m going to take care of you and we’re going to be friends! So don’t worry, you’ll make it, and I’m going to call you Lune! You can call me Mavis.” Mavis healed the kit and raised it in her cave, playing and enjoying the fox’s company for several months until winter came, and the vulpine grew sick. No matter how hard she tried, the child was unable to heal the fox now, and it died only after a year of being rescued. The child carried the dead fox into her mother’s cottage once again, the woman looking up at the animal in her arms with the same expression as before. “See? What did I tell you? It wasn’t going to make it.” “B-But I f-fixed her...and she was d-doing fine..” “Go bury it and get over it, Mavis.” “Everything dies.” … “Everything dies.” She repeated those words as she kneeled before her husband's grave, a hand on her growing stomach. The Grove had grown quiet over the years, and the Fox had grown used to it’s silence. For no matter how quiet it got, no matter how many of her friends, family, and children moved on, she always had him. She always had her other half. Not anymore. He had died, just like her sick friend. Just like the human Haense-man from her monster hunting days. Just the ferret loving druid she had first befriended. Just like the woman who had continued raising her in that wood elven village, and taught her most of what she knew today. And now, the silence had become unbearable. Using her scythe to come to a stand, and with two other staves and a pack on her back, the lari walked over to the bulletin board underneath the towering tree. She took out the note she had rewritten several times, crumbled as it hadn’t been so neatly tucked in her pocket, and pinned it to the board next to the drawing of a fox she had made. A whistle then followed for her companions, each vulpine wearing a golden circlet around its neck, and each receiving a letter before running off to their locations. They would find her again in the wilderness. A heavy sigh left her chapped lips as she looked back over the Grove, at her home in the distance, and the pool that poured down below. She allowed herself one last option, before closing her eyes and turning towards the gate. “Don’t forget me.” And then she ran, and was gone. -=- Hey guys! Thank you so much for the all wonderful rp you have given me on this character. I’ve been playing her since I first joined the server, about a year and a half ago, and I think it’s time I put her away for now. However, she is not completely going away as you will notice I said this was a semi-shelf! What I mean by that is that I’m still going to hop on her to teach her students, interact with her seed/children, and whenever someone messages me on discord that they wish to send her a bird! She will still be reachable while on her journey, and will return for rp when asked! I just will not be playing her as my main anymore or hoping on just to walk around and do casual rp. I will only hop on her when there is a set purpose for such. I will bring her back in the future when I feel the time is right! Thank you all for everything <3

Die

Wide eyes, tear stained cheeks, dry lips, mouth hung agape Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away as the city began to crumble and fall. As her husband fought underneath, and died. She felt his passing, the voices of Nature carrying their sorrow to her as she was pulled away from the city’s destruction. It was all she could feel as she ran to the cold walls of the Vale in search of her mother. And as soon as it hit her, everything was different, everything went by in a blur. There was no color, no sound. Food had no taste, textures had no feel. Days on days without eating, without sleeping. The sun was no longer warm, the feel of her mothers’ embrace no longer comforting. How does one live without their other half, how can there be a ying without a yang, how can there be tides with no moon. How can she exist without him. She keeps going for the sake of her children, for her duty, but she is only part of what she was before, a fraction of her soul is what remains. She will never forget, she will never be whole again.

The Fox read over the missive with a perked brow and thoughtful hum, sitting amongst the fire in her foxhole. "So the monks choose to spare you? I see. Hopefully you have you have learned your lesson, and won't be going after a mother's cubs again." At that, the red-headed mali panned to the decaying head on the wall, Tahorran marks painted across it's pale cheeks. "Oh dear Tahlia, don't make me hunt you again."