Cave_Creature

Faeinn converses with some of her friends, druids, Ascended and alike. "This guy thinks everything's about him, huh? He has to involve the whole realm in his drama. Nobody cares but him and the people he's got problems with, and he should keep the discussion between them."

jolly-o

Faeinn is rudely interrupted in the middle of a feast by a fluttering piece of paper. She lifts her head out of the wet stomach of a slain rabbit, picking up the leaflet with blood-soaked hands and marring most of the margins. She glances it over, then reads it again more thoroughly. She snarls and spits, slapping the soggy paper down in the grass. Her nostrils flare. Obviously she never cared much for the drama or Azoth, but the fact that the Ascended were harboring the most despicable and vile people in their ranks filled her with disgust and a sense of betrayal. After finishing her meal she returns home to spread the news of the Order's reprehensible behavior.

do we really need more middle school chaos demon princes

(( shouldnt you be writing some actual thesis papers for school

Guys, April Fools was 23 days ago. You're too late.

i've drawn artimec so many times i dont know how to draw other elves in detail

i've got cake but i have to bump it up into bubble tier.

more people buy my art

Dance classes

Faeinn stands, unsure of herself, at the edge of a glade. She slips her fingers up and down the haft of her blade. Her mind throbs, aching between instinct to follow her prophet, or need to preserve herself and turn tail. She presses the reason from her thought, but her feelings still conflict. She twists herself away from a stumbling corpse, the necrotic rot tainting her nostrils as she breathes it. It catches her scent and leans toward her. She stands ready to defeat it, but her hand still brushing her grip.

A woman sits and reflects. It seems as though what has been created by Man can only be destroyed by Man.

Faeinn wishes the printing press will never be invented.

Height: 5'1 Weight: 113 lbs Best mile: 11:50 Pullups: 0 Pushups/minute: 5 Situps/minute: 35 Sports: yoga? ballet i can put my knee behind my neck though

"These God damned bounty posters don't describe **** about the beasts. How do I know what to bring?" Faeinn leaves for the Cerulian docks to ask sailors for more specific details.

Faeinn delightedly prepares for a trip.