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Snow Druid Beth Big Booty Beth Full name: Beth Callaxson Nicknames: Squishy, Meanie, Bethy, Heavy B, Betty, Betsy, Big Butt Bethy, Big Booty Beth, Pointy, Chu-B, Elephant Arse, Badonkadonk Beth, Woodwoman, Leg Water Lady. Age: 351. Though Beth doesn't know her exact age. Gender: Female Race: Wood Elf Status: Alive and well, at the moment. Beth at Present Time Beth, now having reached the age of three hundred has inevitably succumb to insanity, as have very few other old druii. She is not villainous, nor wicked by any means, her personality and morals have not altered because of the change. Prior to Vailor she was partly sane, though due to being a druid for many years she has succumb to complete insanity over time. It might not be noticeable at first, though it would be shown by her actions or when she tries to explain topics with odd logic that makes little to no sense, or when she speaks out phrases which are unheard of. She tends to vocally exalt her logic. which leaves a few people generally confused. After continuous injury to her head she has become forgetful of many topics, and tends to get distracted at odd times. However, she usually remains attentive when a very serious or urgent issue is brought up. She still remains enthusiastic about most things, but has developed new peculiar fears out of the blue, such as the "Bad Talk". Physical Description Beth looks to be about 29 years of age, standing at 5’9”. She is tanned, spending most of her time out in the sun. Though she would be a lot more tanned if she chose to eat carrots. She has tousled brown hair that she does tend to dye often, her preferred hair colour is white. She has hard dark blue eyes and a lean and well-defined build, though people tend to call her squishy to tease her. In the middle of her back she has a large scar that resembles a Lur Wolf. Beth also bears a few other scars around her body from other incidents, though none around her face. Beth wears a sleeveless black shirt under a long dark green robe with many different designs, colours and odd things around it. She wears a reasonably new brown belt and brown leather trousers with dark brown, long boots with a lace going up the side. She carries a long sword in a scabbard, which is attached to her side. She carries a worn leather brown satchel with her that looks as if it’s been through quite a lot. Her arms and right leg are wooden. Her arms seem to be long birch branches that break off into smaller branches to form fingers. Leaves surround the branches, especially at her finger tips. Her right leg is different, however. Her right leg is made of normal wood, with long metal bars that circle it, probably to protect it from splintering. The bars are covered in odd engravings. Unlike her arms, it is removable and is normally filled up to the brim in water. Health Beth is quite healthy and rarely comes down with a cold. When she does she tries her best to hide it. Though she's rarely successful. She has gotten the plague about three times, so far. Personality Beth has a very feisty personality. She often teases her friends but is very loyal to them and will stand up for those she truly cares about. She tends to give her friends nicknames for amusement or just because she doesn't want to say their whole name. She is generally a cheerful individual. She doesn't really flirt, and if someone were to flirt or compliment her she'd generally reply with one word, "Thanks." She is a very strong-willed person but at times can be very mellow. She can be humorous but doesn't actually realise when she is. She can be quite stubborn, not allowing people to change her thoughts on a certain subject. Once her mind is set on something it's set. Beth is definitely not a shy individual, she tends to speak her mind and is known to be "Weird", even though everyone is, well according to Beth anyway. She is an honest person but when she has to lie about something, for example to a child about where babies come from then she will. She doesn't enjoy staying in the one area for long because she can get bored fast if nothing interesting is happening. She is known to hold long grudges against a person. She is very blunt about things, sometimes she doesn't realize that she's being blunt until someone tells her that she is. She absolutely hates being talked down to and can get very irritated by such. She has a sharp wit and can come up with reasonable comebacks when she wants to. She can be quite childish, many times not acting her own age but she doesn't care because it's who she is. She has a general distrust for authority, often ignoring orders. Though she does listen to her friends, sometimes. She tends to go around the rules to help a person who is in danger or to do what she thinks is right. She frequently jokes and banters in life-or-death situations trying to mask her own fears and anxieties. Likes: Beth likes many things, including fights, travelling and taking adventures as well as heal those who need it. She also likes to make clothes in her spare time, the outfits she wears are always the ones she makes. Since she is very competitive she loves winning arguments, even the most silliest arguments. She also likes beards (She tends to stick her arm in beards to see if the person is hoarding anything.), nicknames, nature, good company, having fun, cake and a good challenge. She loves snooping around houses, caves, labs, ruins, really anywhere. She also loves to poke people, though others see it as rude she sees it as a way to start up conversation and she just finds it fun. Dislikes: Beth may like many things but she also dislikes many things. She greatly dislikes when people brag, up to the point where she may want to hit them. She dislikes when she’s being talked down to or insulted, and also hates losing. When she loses an argument or a fight she tends to sulk and she isn't fond of the colour pink. She also dislikes the abuse of power, being alone, slavery, the undead, jewellery, wearing dresses, writing poems and she has a general dislike of Oreners because of the way they act, but has made friends with them before. She hates castles because she finds them too cold and dark. She also doesn't like big houses or manors. Flaw(s): Beth has many flaws. She can have trouble trusting others because of her long past but she can make friends rather easily. She is quite stubborn, not allowing anyone to change her point of view. She can become fixated on winning an argument or a challenge at times. Beth can be somewhat-immature at times. She can get irritated easily and has slight anger issues though doesn’t admit to them. She has abandonment issues that she never talks about. She has no idea how to cook really anything, she never learnt how and isn't really interested in learning how at the age she is now. She's rather blunt. She can be overprotective when it comes to family and close friends. She is sometimes nosy, and loves to snoop around places she's never seen before. She becomes easily jealous when in a relationship, often sulking. Beth's unpredictable, her actions are difficult to foresee because tends to not plan ahead and is doing something different everyday. Inventory: Beth normally carries around food and medical supplies in her satchel at all times. She also carries around her pet Bee Bumble who treats her satchel as a small home for himself. She becomes really annoyed if she loses her satchel. Further Details: She’s a damn good friend. Lifestyle Alignment: Neutral Good. Deity: The Aspects Religion: Druidism. Alliance/ Nation/ Home: Dwarven City, Druid Grove, Cerulin. Job/Class: Archdruid Title(s): Snow Druid Beth. Profession(s): N/A. Special Skill(s): Beth is skilled at using a blade after practicing with it for years. She is also good at climbing, used to travelling around forests. She is very good at mundane healing, her avid practice and healing many over the years shows this. She is a good tailor, making clothes for herself and at times for others, though she’ll rarely make clothes for others. Since she wears little armour she can be agile, it'd be easily to outrun a person in full armour. Fear(s): She has a deep fear of death, though doesn’t like to admit it. She also is afraid of being alone and has abandonment issues as said before. She used to be absolutely insane and somewhat infamous because of it, she had her mind healed and is afraid of turning into anything close to that again. Weakness(s): Beth doesn't wear a whole lot of armour, some strong hits would damage her more than it would if she was wearing armour. She can be impulsive. She tends to get hurt a lot because she likes seeing what potions, dangerous plants and so on will do. She gets into trouble often, getting into fights and so on. She takes bets and dares very seriously, which can get her into a bit of a fix. She tends to say she is fine, even if she is not so that her friends don't worry about her. This more than often leads into trouble soon after in her life. Weaponry Fighting Stance: Beth takes up an offensive position when fighting. She is proficient with a blade, any type. Though she prefers wielding a longsword rather than a dagger or shortsword. She will use the gifts and her fists in a fight if necessary. Trained Weapon: Blade. Favored Weapon: Beth’s favoured weapon is a longsword. She has never had any practice with another weapon except for a bow and even with that she knows very little. She's an amateur with a bow, at best. A blade is the only weapon she wielded while training and is the weapon she prefers most of all. Biography Parents: She also has two adopted mothers, Kyral Winterleaf and Lillith Winterleaf. Siblings: None. Though she sees a few people as her brothers and sisters. Such as Elvi who she sees as a younger sister. Children: Her biological children are dead as far as Beth knows. She has two adopted sons called Arveldir, Ailluin and Zaki. Extended Family: Cir'dian is her adopted Grandson. Pet(s): She has a small pet spider called Eskth. She also has a bee the size of a baseball which she calls Bumble. She has a pet Ker Wolf called Wolfy and a Karin Kitten though now a cat called Kitty. She also has taken on an enormous piglet called Fatty which she was given by Perdric. Artwork: N/A but if you would like to do any Artwork of Beth then go right ahead ;)

Name: Miriade Lle'Hiylu. Race: Wood Elf Skin: http://i.imgur.com/f6gxs1z.png Pose: If possible can you show her skipping in the forest with a flower in her hand.

Beth huffs as she sits tied up in a chair by rope, waiting for her now blue hair to set. "I'm going to have ugly hair.."

Beth blinks as she hears the news in the Grove. She looks in confusion as she speaks. "Right, and I used to be crazy?"

Rp.

Beth chases after Daniel, pouting as she yells "DAN! Get back here! This is /so/ humiliating!" ((On phone, will edit this :3

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Beth trudged along the road angrily, it had been a long day of inconveniences that put her on edge. She had heard of Sarah’s death but had not been able to think of her death, she was just too busy to have that on her mind.. She came to an abrupt halt as her eyes flickered towards Sarah’s grave. 1416-1456…- Beth turned swiftly, beginning to walk off once again. Her breathing became ragged as she forced herself not to look back, continuing onwards. She wiped her eyes with her right arm as tears formed but soon she stopped, letting the tears slide down her cheeks. Beth ran over to a tree before pulling herself up onto a branch. This was it, this was the night where she was going to mourn for the loss of her great great granddaughter.

Template thing: Uhmm... Do you mean the skin..? What you want: A character Avatar Who: Of my High Elf, Lytheria. Colours or theme: Whatever you think will match my character. Specific details: I'll link you to her description if that helps, also, if you could make her summoning a water orb that would be great. As well as a White Owl by her side. If the owl becomes too complicated you can leave it out. http://tinyurl.com/qzc7ahz Would you recommend: I would perhaps recommend LoTC. Yes, that sounds good.

I think someone could easily powergame this magic, being able to heal major wounds at tier two is a little bit fast.. I think you should maybe change that. It just seems that tier one you are very inexperienced then tier two comes along and you can heal major wounds, it just doesn't seem too possible and a bit quick in my opinion.

Congrats!

Damn, that's one good trailer. Seriously, the graphics were amazing. If I weren't a part of LotC I'd want to join.

Actually, you may have been looking at the old minershoes website. Here is the new. It provides more shading and it can be used for skinning in 1.8 http://www.needcoolshoes.com/

"Mother of Dragons" skin: For the first image, I'd maybe make the blue slightly darker and as you go down the skin the shading would darken, or you can do the shading all mixed. This is a dress I made for my character. By mixed shading I mean you can do the shading like this. This way also looks nice and works rather well. White Nightgown Skin: The white on the one skin is way too bright. When shading white try to dull it down slightly. The white hair kind of mixes in with the dress. So it is hard to tell them apart. I'd suggest when shading the dress that you'd use a duller white. Never use the brightest white, it doesn't look that nice in my opinion. Purple Mages Skin: For the purple mages skin I would put shading into the yellow, if you were trying to go for gold then I'd suggest going for a light colour. Dothraki Skin: For the last skin I would shade that kind of yellowish belt you have there. The tank top could be a bit lower at the right side. In the picture it looks a bit damaged so you should try capture that as best you can. Overall: Your skins, so far are good since you're only new to skinning ^-^ If you find it hard to use that editor there are always others such as minershoes.com, novaskin or skindex. I think the best skin there is your last one and the one that needs the most work on is the white nightgown skin. It should be shaded more and try to make the hair colour and clothes a bit different to each other so it doesn't blend in with eachother. Good luck on skinning! If you ever need help with skinning feel free to send me a pm. P.S Also, whenever shading a skin make sure to shade the hair as well!

Lytheria ears perk up as she hears the sound of music being played in the main room. She begins to follow the music, before taking a seat at the bar. She sways softly in her chair, her eyes closing. She inhales deeply, as she begins to imagine the notes moving along in her mind in a rhythmic fashion. She smiles, "Beautiful."

Name: Lytheria Age: 54 Gender: Female [OOC] Do you possess region permissions yet? [Y] [N] Unsure In-game name: Bethgod7

Caroline runs around the forest in Anthos. Somewhere deep inside of her, her heart breaks. Her mind might be ravaged but deep within her she can feel the utter terror she had put Prishe through. Deep within her mind, she stands still, filled with deep sorrow and guilt. "I'm so sorry, Prishe." ((Very emotional and heartbreaking piece. Almost brought me to tears.))

Caroline catches one of the notes that were thrown away. She tilts her head as she reads the note, a thin laugh escaping her lips. "Please, sweetheart. Just leave it to the Druids." She says to no one as she crumples the note and places it in her satchel before walking off.

Nightmares Become Reality Part Four. “I talk to you every day. You think I’m a different person, well cat. My name is Domino, I know. But how can I be a different person if no one sees me? I’m a cat, you wear me as a hat. But if no one can see me then we become one. You are me, sweetie.” She shook her head, narrowing her eyes at Domino. “N-No.. I’m not. Domino is an awful person.” Domino purred, four more faces showing up. “See for yourself.” They hissed, their raspy voices connecting with each other. She doubled over in excruciating pain as the world flashed around her in blinding light. Voices in her head screeched loudly. She looked up, seeing Rowen, he looked like he was ten years old. Rowen’s eyes widened, his face was unbelievably pale. Rowen looked down at his stomach, a large circle of blood forming through the middle of his shirt. Tears trickled down his dirty face as he looked at his mother. She gritted her teeth as she looked at Rowen, she looked down at her right hand seeing a rather blunt dagger in her grip. Fresh blood stained the dagger. Her eyes widened in terror. She looked at her son and screamed. She threw the dagger and bent down to pick her son up. Rowen lost consciousness quickly as the blood left his body. He shivered before letting out a small, frail sentence “M-mother..W-why?..” His voice faded as he went limp. She held her child tightly. She cried out in frustration, shaking her head frantically. “I killed my own child! I killed my own baby! My own blood!” “No...n-noo, n-no!” She gritted her teeth, her head sunk. She looked up in the sky. A voice hissed into her ear. “You killed your child.” The voice hissed raspily into her ear. “N-no.. I would never.. I-I would never h-hurt him..” The voice laughed menacingly in her ear. “You already did.” She held her head in between her knees, her tears splattering the ground. “M-my baby boy...” Rowen looked up at her with a lifeless stare. His eyes were still wide and filled with terror but he was definitely dead. She bent down to kiss his forehead… She woke up with a startled expression, her vision was blurry at first before it quickly faded. Sweat covered her. She tried to move but she couldn’t. She was paralyzed. She could hear herself breathing. A feeling overcame her, she felt like there was an unknown presence in the room, that someone was watching her. Strange sounds could be heard from all around the room. Creaking from wooden planks… She could see a lantern in the distance, the candlelight was small and slowly fading. She could hear manifestations from all around the room. A lullaby began to play, it was the lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was a child. ((Play this while reading)) A shadow of a woman began to walk up to her. The woman’s shadow was beautiful, she knew this shadow.. She let out a moan as she tried to move her arms but she couldn’t. She tried to move her lips, the shadow getting closer… Only one faint word escaped her lips… “M-Mother?” The lady came into sight, she smiled down at her, beginning to sing the lullaby. The tune was peaceful and beautiful. She was holding a lovely doll that she used to play with when she was a child. The doll was of a girl with blonde hair. Her mother made it for her and she loved it ever since, though she lost it when she was kidnapped from home. Her mother looked down at her child before whispering gently, “You broke your promise.” She tried to shake her head, but she couldn’t. Her mother’s form began to change… Lumps began to grow on her face, arms and legs. Her dress turned to rags, her eyes twisted in her head, the pupils widening until her eyes were completely black. Her skin went dead pale and her hair twisted and curled until it looked like black vines. Teeth grew in her mother and mould began to cover some of her body and nails. She held up the doll, the doll repeated a saying that her owner normally repeated to her. “I want to play..” “I want to play…” “I want to.. plaaaaeee…” The dolls voice began to deepen and break. The doll convulsed, into something ugly.. The mother jumped on top of her before grabbing her shoulders and digging her fingernails into them. Her shoulders began to grow mould, black vines latched onto her skull and it pulled her down. The doll walked on top of her a claw coming out from it’s hand. The mother began to howl in excruciating pain “WHYYYYYYYY!” Her eyes twisted around in her own head now, her pupils widening and soon covering her own eyes in a sickly blackened colour. She could still see her mother and the doll very clearly. Her mouth tightened, before ripping open. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH” To Be Continued. ((Part 5, the last part will be made and posted soon))

The Nightmare Continues. Part Three. Talon glanced to Elaine before galloping back into the Pine Forest and out of sight. Elaine began to wail again, she looked down at her. Elaine had gone very pale. She rocked Elaine from side to side but she just kept wailing, her cries becoming louder and more painful. Suddenly everything around her began to change colour. The clear sky was now covered in black clouds. She looked down at the ground, the snow had melted revealing dead grass. Everything was withering. She watched as the trees lost their leaves that had already turned brown, once the leaves hit the ground they crumbled into tiny pieces and vanished from view. The bark on the trees became dry and grey and the trees slowly bent over, as if they had given up on life and accepted their fate. Elaine cried out in excruciating pain. She glanced down at her, Elaine was withering like everything around her. She ran into the now withering forest, holding Elaine tightly as she stumbled over dead roots that had popped out of the ground. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran. She looked down at the dying Elaine, holding her close as she continued to run as fast as she could. “D-Don’t die, Elaine.. P-Please don’t die.” She kissed Elaine’s forehead, trembling put keeping her pace. Suddenly, from behind she felt an unbearable heat. She glanced behind her for a quick moment. The place was going up in flames. Her eyes widened as she picked up her fast pace. Her muscles tightened and ached as she ran. Trees in front of her went ablaze. She looked down at Elaine, Elaine was becoming unbelievably red now. She was scorching hot. She screamed out in pain, her hands were burning as she held her. She was crying now, her eyes were blurry… She yelped as she began to tumble down a hill. She wrapped her arms around Elaine so Elaine wouldn’t take any of the damage. Her bones cracked, and blood trickled down her face as she fell against rocks and slid through dirt. She whimpered as she landed in a pool of mud. She turned onto her back, looking down at Elaine. Elaine seemed quieter now… She rubbed Elaines cheek with her thumb gently, frowning. “E-Elaine, sweetheart..” Elaine looked at her mother, her grey eyes seemed to be faded and not all there. She cried as she held Elaine, Elaine looked extremely pale now and had a few burns on her face. Elaine slowly began to close her eyes. She shook her head wildly as her daughter did this. Tears clouded her vision once again, she held Elaine tight. “N-No Elaine.. Don’t close your eyes.. S-stay awake.. Please..” Elaine went completely limp. She cried out in frustration, rocking her baby. “Elaine.. N-No! My baby.. Open your eyes.. Do it for mommy, p-please..” Elaine went ice cold, she wasn’t coming back. Suddenly the world shifted. Elaine faded and vanished from her arms. She howled with frustration “ELAINE!” The world shook, her dress grew longer and became a deep red. A gold design appeared on the velvet dress, earlier wounds vanished once again. Her face became slightly more wrinkled and suddenly she was on a balcony that was suspended off a huge tree in the City of Leumalin. A muscular built man with black hair and in long green robes stood in front of her. She furrowed her brows, quite confused. “G-Gavin?...” Gavin looked at her with a face of anguish. “You made your decision and because of it I can’t live in this world anymore.” He stepped back, his left foot almost off the balcony. He held onto the open fence that surrounded the balcony, his only support. “Gavin, wait. No. What’s going on?! Please Gavin, help me!” Gavin shook his head, tears streamed down his eyes. “You killed me.” And with that he let go of the fence and fell from the balcony. She screamed “GAVIN!” She quickly ran and tried to grab at his robe, but it was too late. She couldn’t get to him. He hit the ground with a loud thud. She held onto the fence as she looked down. His body was still. Her lip quivered.. What was happening? The guards from below looked up at her, they unsheathed their blades and growled “GET THE MURDERER!” They yelled. Her eyes widened, no. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Before she knew it she started running again. She took two steps at a time as she exited the balcony, she cut corners and allies but the guards surrounded her. She backed up into the wooden wall that protected Malinor. They growled as they blocked every route of escape. She was trapped. The world spun again, all around her stood the same guards that had trapped her before. She looked around, hay lay under her feet. Rope was wrapped around her legs and wrists.. She was being burned at the stake. A guard placed a lit torch beside the hay. She watched as the hay caught fire quickly. The fire spread quickly. All she could hear was the cheers of guards from all around “BURN! BURN THE WITCH!” Her head darted around frantically, she coughed hysterically as smoke entered her lungs, her breathing slowed and she caught one last glimpse at the guards before she was engulfed in flames. The flames blinded her vision, she thought she was going to burn, melt but something grabbed her. A dark mist surrounded her and tore her away from the flames into darkness. She looked around, a voice came from the darkness. Mist still surrounded her. A long glasgow smile, a pink nose and leering green cat eyes appeared in the darkness. It tilted it’s head at her for a moment before hissing. “Why Hello.” To Be Continued.

The Nightmare has Begun. Part Two. She squinted as she looked around in the dust filled air. She slowly began to get up from the gravel path, coughing as dust got into her lungs. She stumbled, trying to balance herself as the dust began to vacate. She looked down, she was holding two books about swordsmanship… “Hello.” A harsh voice called from behind her. It sounded familiar. She turned around to see three men. Her eyes widened, she threw her two books at the group before turning on her heel and running. She stumbled on the gravel path as she passed trees and jumped over roots. She screamed, daring not to look back but she could hear their footsteps, every step they were getting a bit closer. She continued to run, her breathing fast. She dashed through corners and stumbled as she came across little dips in the road. She finally stopped when she couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore. It felt like she had been running for hours. She sighed in relief when she had lost them. She was about to walk back to her home when out of nowhere the three men appeared. They stared at her with a sadistic smile, their blades unsheathed and ready. Two of the men lunged at her. She thrashed, kicking and punching as they grabbed her. She went to bite one of their arms but they were too fast. They spun her around before one of them tackled her and threw her into a large boulder. Her skull cracked as her head hit against the hard rock, she cried out in pain as she fell back. She spit blood before screaming. Blood trickling out of her gushing wound. She screamed out of her lungs. “SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME! PLEA-”. The third man grabbed her quickly and tied a large, rough rope around her mouth. Another man punched her in the jaw. She tried to scream, but her screams came out muffled. They dragged her and hauled her into a carriage. She continued to struggle. Blood rushed to her head as she hit the wooden floor in the carriage. Two men joined her in the back, they smacked her across the face before wrapping a rag around her eyes. She breathed heavily, her head was aching. Her face was burning. The last thing she could remember was a large boot colliding with her ribs, her eyes widened inside her blindfold before everything slowed down… Suddenly she was falling into a large hole, she looked around frantically, trying to grab at the dirt filled walls to stop herself but her attempt proved to be futile. The blindfold and pain she felt had vanished, now she was just falling. She landed into a pile of snow with a groan. She rubbed her forehead as she looked around, her vision was blurry. Her hands were now freezing and gradually turning blue because of the cold. Everything was quiet.. until out of nowhere she heard an echo. She continued to listen to the echo, it was a baby crying. Her head darted around frantically, looking for the source of the noise. She stumbled hazily through the snow as she tried to find where the cries were coming from. She narrowed her eyes as a white wolf came into view. It tilted it’s head at her for a moment before turning back and running into a pine forest. “Wait!” She screamed before tearing after it. Snow fell on her head and her dress ripped as she hit branches. She continued to follow the wolf, the baby’s cries getting louder and louder. It was taking her to the baby. She followed the wolf as it cut through the forest and past frozen ice ponds. She came to an abrupt stop when she saw a pram. The wolf howled before disappearing back into the Pine Forest. The baby’s cries turned into small sobs as she stammered towards the pram. The baby was wrapped in a series of blankets. She gently lifted the baby from it’s Pram. She smiled down at the baby as she rocked it from side to side. The baby’s sobs turned into whimpers, it looked up at her with sparkling grey eyes. Her hands began to tremble as she held the baby. “E-Elaine.. N-No it can’t be…” The baby smiled up at her mother, letting out a little giggle. “Get out of here while you still can, my love.” She glanced down at the baby after hearing a familiar voice, the baby wasn’t speaking.. She craned her head to the side to see a man in armor, sitting on a horse. Her voice cracked as she spoke “T-Talon?” The man reached for his helmet before slowly removing it. He looked down at her, revealing a handsome man with long brown hair and a beard. His eyes were intense It was Talon. “Get out of here, the place is dying. Run. Now.” To Be Continued. ((Part two of the nightmares. Part three will be posted when I get it finished. Hope you guys find it a good read.))

An Insight Into her Nightmares Part One. She skipped around freely in the meadow. The grass skimmed across her ankles as she twirled around with complete glee. She looked to be about eight years old. Her long brown hair was in a plaid and her dress was a lovely bright yellow, it gleamed in the sunlight as she skipped along. Giggles left her as she frolicked around with her friends. She played with her friends for hours, skipping, rolling down hills, doing each others hair. It was a great evening, they played until sunset when her mother told her to come inside. “Come in, Angel. It’s past curfew!” Her mother shouted from the small cabin across the meadow. She waved goodbye to her friends and set off, back to her house. She ran through the tall grass, and the lovely flowers that surrounded the meadow. She hopped over bushes and tore her dress. She had accidentally gotten too close to a thorn bush, but she didn’t care. She had knew how to sew, she could easily fix it. She continued to run, passing trees, frogs, bugs and fruit flies. She giggled as she ran through a huge puddle in front of her house. She stopped in front of the door and walked inside. She felt unbelievably happy. Later that evening, she sat with her mother in front of the blazing fire. It was a full moon, the sky was filled with stars. She could hear crackles from the fire. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you, angel.” Her mother said as she combed her daughter’s hair gently. “Yes, mommy?” Her mother sighed raggedly, her voice lowered instantly. “I have decided to explain this now..” Her mother’s eyes quickly looked both ways warily before she spoke once again.. “You see.. Sweetheart, I hear voices. They speak to me... all the time actually. They tell me to do things, but sometimes they can be wrong, sometimes they can make me do bad things..” “Y-you hear voices, mother?” She said, showing a worried expression. “Yes, my angel.. I do. It carries on by each generation.. It seems that the eldest member of the family receives this cur-.” Her mother hesitated and stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to worry her daughter she said “Gift, gift of the voices.” She smiled at this, gift of the voices. She was receiving a gift? Her mother never lied so it must be true. “Really, mother?” Her mother bit her lip, she felt like holding her daughter and warning her of what was to come but she continued, holding in her emotions as much as she could, “Y-Yes… But, angel.. You don’t have to make them happy all the time. They may cause you to lose some loved ones and they may cause you to lose your things but you must never lose yourself because of them..” Her mother gulped, finding it almost impossible to hold in her tears. “P-Promise me that you won’t lose yourself..” She didn’t look back, she knew by her mother’s voice that she was serious. She frowned deeply before nodding her head, “I promise.” Suddenly, the world around her shifted and she found herself being dragged out the front door, she clawed at the wooden floor boards, thrashing and screaming. She yelled out to her mother, pleading for her mother to come help her but her mother just smiled at her before her and the rest of the surroundings vanished. It was time for the nightmare to begin. To be Continued. ((Hi. So this post is divided into Parts. It's an Alice in Wonderland theme, you will see as it goes on. Of course this post is not pointless, there is always an important realization in the end. It's also supposed to be a fun read. You may find this post slightly boring but it will get a lot more interesting as it goes on.))

Amazing art~ Race: Human Age: Looks around twentiesh Gender: Female Description: Beth has long, wavy ghostly, bloodless hair (White). Her hair goes past her shoulders. Her eyes are a dark, deep maroon colour and she has ashen skin. Small scars would show around her neck. She wears three golden rings with designs engraved in them. She carries a leather, brown satchel with her and wears a long, elegant ivory dress that has quite a few designs showing on it. (Need anymore detail Pm me~) Pose: She'd have her hands folded. She would be grinning at you, it looks like she's almost laughing. Colour: Yep~

Caroline tilts her head as she watches the house burn from a far. She stays hidden behind a few trees and bushes as she takes a swig of her wine. She grins menacingly as she hears the faint screams of the guests. "What a way to kill your house guests, Celestria." She says to herself. She quickly sneaks away, staying hidden as the flames engulf the fire. "I'm not going to be blamed for Celestria's mess." She murmurs. ((Was a fun event. I loved watching :3 ))

I'm not able to take screenshots either. I think it's just the update..