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what the ****

heh. werewolf kneeled upon my throne and merely requested an upvote and comment.

HE SAID IT WAS A ******* HAMPSTER NOT A PERSON

"We had people in the jail?" Wise words from Dame Revekka.

WE MUST!

An incredibly injured and sick woman walks past the bounty in Hyspia. She smiles, not being able to fight a laugh. "Well, she did what she said she was goin' ta do." Revekka says, staring at the drawing. After a few moments she lets out a deep sigh, limping her octo-bitten self back home. "Still never found out who stabbed me."

︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵ DISCLAIMER: This lesser was only created for her cosmetic abilities. I disagree with using the 'Lust ' and 'Pleasure ' part of her lore. This spirit has a horrible connotation OOCly for that reason. She will never be used for anything that even relates to those. Her Mermaid form is not related to being a siren whatsoever. She will never flirt with anyone in her realm, or hint at anything of the sort. Since the concept of beauty was born, so was she. When the first person laid eyes on another and truly saw the beauty in them? Came her. For honoring beauty had always been her calling. The world was full of it, she thrived off of it for centuries. Though as time went on, she noticed her abilities beginning to weaken. Then thought of her. Someone full of insecurity, truly she needed help. She needed to look around, to stop. Stop for a moment, life is fast. If you don't stop every now and then, you'll miss it and everything it has to offer. Revekka, her name was. Nzuri, The Spirit of Beauty, had set her eyes on the woman. There was her realm. An ocean that went as far as the eye could see, an island surrounded by the calm waves. On this island, after your feet would dig into the sand. Water pushing upon you, before receding once more. The pull from the tide was gentle, yet unforgiving to anything that may have the unfortunate luck to find itself way in the vast oceans. Let her eyes look upon the trees, a jungle. Though, this island was small. From her point of view, you could see the island curving into a near perfect circle, she could easily walk to the next end of it. And so she did, or she attempted. As Revekka went on into the jungle, it seemed as if the island was bigger. She continued to walk, every step feeling as if she was walking backwards. But then it came to her. This island was an atoll. In the middle of the lagoon, there seemed to be even smaller island in the middle, though it looked the same size as the general island. She stepped onto the water, prepared to swim, but the need never came. Beneath her feet she was lifted by a lily pad. With her next step another, lotus flowers began to sprout next to her as well. The fish began to swirl under neath her, dolphins hopping over her - only leaving her hair wet. Though, it was a spectacle, she continued on. Before she reached the center. In the middle of this island was a cave which was oddly placed, seemingly leading underground. As she peered into it, she tilts her head as she grabbed onto the walls, her hair falling to the side as her celestite eyes took in her surroundings. It was much deeper, very very much so. But Revekka was trusting, she had been in plenty of spirit realms at this point. It was a sight she was used to, it didn't have to make sense. So she continued on, stepping into small puddles as she went. "Hello?" Her voice bounces off the walls of the cave moving a piece of her slick hair off of her face, taking a few moments to get every strand. In front of her, a crab came along to dance before scurrying off - Revekka ran after it, but the rocks didn't hurt her feet. It felt like she was running on a cloud. She focused on the smell of the salty waters as she ran, keeping her eyes on the red crab. When was the last time she ate crab again? Whatever. Not like that matters right now anyway - she thought. It was in the center of the cave, the sunlight peaked through the top. The rocks weren't there, allowing a full view of the sun. It took her a few moments to register, Hair? Is that hair? She thought once more, taking a few steps closer. She created ripples in water as she began to lower herself into it. Did they need help? Maybe it was a test? Quickly, her theories were disregarded. Out of the water came the head of a lady, water running off of it, droplets falling off her skin in turn. That was the first time they met. Revekka was treated with kindness, she spoke about some of her insecurities, and was taught how to view herself in a better light. She didn't care much for the emotions themselves, but she cared for the meaning of beauty. It was then Revekka would be given trials. She built a shrine near the water for Nzuri. Though it was small, it worked. Offering of jewelry and makeup would work as well, anything that would resemble beauty, it didn't matter. For when it came to visit again, Nzuri was different. She looked completely different. This time she was a drider. Though that might seem scary to most, it was simply a test. Revekka noticed the colorful legs. They were vibrant, pleasant to the eye. In her next visits, all of her physical traits would represent variants of abstract beauty, even though most people might find them unpleasant and frightening, others would find it alluring. Elegant, and amazing. Even so, her flesh half would always be an anchor for her aspects of objective beauty. Long flowing hair and warm eyes for example. No matter if she was an elf, or a goblin. Maybe a human this time, perhaps a dwarf. There was beauty in everything. Finally, this was understood. Revekka had come to realize that. Even though she may have doubts sometimes, she knew. "Do you think you're ready?" "Yes." [REVEKKA AND NZURI PACT POST] OOC NOTE: Thanks to GrenadierGaming again for reviewing her lore, and proof reading this post.

because i can't do anything without linking music >_< PLEASE LISTEN TO IT !! +*:ꔫ:*﹤ +*:ꔫ:*﹤ OOC NOTE: This lesser spirit was created in honor of Weebmaster36, and her character Makaela Mondblume. Despair. Despair is an emotion so complex. For when one may be grieving it appears, or perhaps not. For when one may be in pain it appears, or perhaps not once more. What is Despair? Is the true meaning of it simply one google search away? Is it only giving up hope? Perhaps it is to feel the blood of your significant other run out of your hands as sand would an hourglass. Mimicking the amount of time you have with them left. Is it to finally realize that she will never return? Even after her leaving, the memories made with her will cling to you like ash after a house fire. The tears will cling to your lashes, awaiting a blink before they finally fall. With every close and open of your eyes, you forget how she looks. What did she look like? As the tides are pulled by the moon, you will be pulled back to her again and again. For maybe it will not be her herself, but someone who leeches off your longing for her return. No matter how much you change the train tracks, clean them time and time again. No matter what chemical you use, No matter how abrasive your tears are. You will always end at the same destination. In the end, All a lesser spirit may desire is your soul. They care not for you, they care not for your troubles. Simply for you to follow them. Follow them and only them. Kana is simply no more than your average spirit. She may convince herself and believe what she will, attempt to think she isn't of Despair. For eternity, believe that she isn't what she is. Creating a false hope for herself, plunging herself into Despair as well. For when she was born, she wandering as a small white orb. She grew envious of the people, she grew envious of those of flesh and bone. Those that can have relationships, feel what she cannot. Why do they get to live? No, why do they get to live? She thought. Her envy soon developing into what she denied. Despair. It's okay to react the way she does. Of course it's okay. They deserve it, they deserve to feel the way she feels. They deserve to feel every bone in their body rattle with- No. Not despair. They are selfish. I want everything they may offer. Every inch of their skin, every inch of their flesh. Every bit of their soul. Here they are standing in front of me. How dare they ask to keep their bones? How dare they beg for mercy? But them. They're different. They visit me in my realm, and speak to me. They give me power to feed off of. No, no no. I am not of despair. I care, unlike the rest of them, I care. I feel the care for them. I feel it slipping underneath my skin I can feel it. They lend me power. It's an even exchange. For I do not have to tell them what fate tells me. I am above that, I am kind. I am of happiness, I am of guidance. I will help them. For they might not deserve despair, but their kin does. Show them. Show them, what it feels to lose their mind. To be sapped of their strength, mentally and physically. Show them. I don't care who you show, I don't mind. I don't care if the only thing you wish to hurt is.. 'Dark beings.' They don't understand what it feels like to be trapped. They don't understand what it's like to crave the feeling of freedom. For their legs take them anywhere they wish to go, they simply do not understand. I am calm. I can tell what they're feeling relates to me, I know. Their losses, they're hurt. I can understand it. Every single one of them, I know they can. Finally, after months of waiting. Finally, they visit me. They speak to me about their issues, I am trusted. They tell me everything and i listen. They tell me their issues. They tell me their issues. It makes me feel good, someone that I can relate to. I care not for what they say, they feel that emotion. I am finally not alone. For my realm, the meadows may guide them. The thick fog they wander into without a second thought. Do I look enough like her? Is my hair up to par? My hair is long and white as well. If it was what I had to do then so be it. My eyes are purple. They glow, do they remind them of hers? They sink. For some reason they continuously pour. I am not sad, I do not feel despair I do not feel those things. Of course I don't, and oh. Oh! My nails, my clothes. The jewelry I wear, that dangle from my ankles, my neck and my ears. Is it working? Another one of Kana's questions go unanswered as the group enters her realm. They wander in, brushing their heads past the hanging Wisteria before they settle in front of her. For some reason, they feel compelled. Like this was finally a space to talk about all their feelings, finally the space they needed to heal. Revekka, on the other hand. It was Revekka, of course it was her. The person who had just had a baby moments before coming to visit. Not much seemed to bother her. Kana was unfocused on her as she kept quiet, simply 'aiding' Arvel and Rakhnar with their troubles. It was odd. Shouldn't Revekka have something to speak about too? She moves over in front of her. Tilting her head as her white hair sways. Almost as if it was in water. No, no. Not almost. It definitely was. But where is the water? You. Her voice rings out, You will be the one to harness my power. . . . [REVEKKA AND KANA PACT POST] ooc note: Thanks to GrenadierGaming for reviewing the lore i made for her.