Posts by Emma Of The Fae

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    I got it :D


    IC: Emma ran down to the woods, her friend and brother behind. They stopped just before the wall of huge tall trees.... "Well..... Here we go." Emma said, and ran into the woods. It was warm and inviting, bright yellow green, rich brown and red from the flowers and tree trunks. But was enticed Emma was the perfect clear stream....... Untainted by the hands of human. Wesley wanted to jump in, but Emma pulling him back. "No, it belongs to the fae." She said. "Remember the stories!?"

    OOC It's okay, mine is later than yours XD


    IC: "You first have to do this, to ask if we can touch it. They'll answer, if they're awake." Emma said. She made a whining/shreeing sound in the back of her throat without opening her mouth. It was very close to faerie language in truth...


    A tall but tiny figure watches, and cannot help calling back to the child. A shreeing sound echoes through the forest, and she watches as the children tentatively touch the water. They don't know what will happen.....


    OOC: I'm also going to RP a Fey since you're the only one XD

    Wesley excitedly stuck his face in after a few seconds of putting in his hand. He opened his eyes underwater to see tiny fish, and small smooth stones. He tried to catch on of the fish. "Wow!" He said making a happy face, then he got water in his mouth and got back up, shaking his head back and forth like a dog. "Abwabwabwabwabwabwab." He said as she shook his head back and forth, then stopped and laughed.


    The fairly laughed and flew forward, not noticing the other. Her eyes were a pure white color.

    "So what's it like?" Emma asked Wesley. "It's wet!" He replied. "And kinda cold..."


    "Well, that's your fault for sticking your face in there!" Noelle laughed. Wesley stuck out his tongue at her, and then he noticed the Faerie, and in excitement made a weak shree in an attempt to talk. He heard a noise sort of like bells, but extremely high pitched and realized the faerie was laughing at him and he crossed his arms and made a face at it.


    She mimicked him, still laughing and replied in human, a Language she wasn't very fluent in yet, "Still, good for a littler one of you humans."


    "Whhaaa!? You speak human?" Noelle asked it.

    The fae made a shreeing sound, a call to any other faeries that could hear to come and meet the three children. Emma tilted her head, slightly confused as to what the fae was saying.

    The other faerie shreed in greeting. Wesley tried to, but failed. Emma did it rather well, albeit with a slightly human 'accent.' Noelle just waved. last time she tried shreeing she lost her voice for a day.

    "A test of human children." She said. She was older than the blue eyes one, much older, but as faeries only matured mentally after five human years when they reached the appearance of a female human, it didn't matter much. "They've touched the water, and they didn't taint it. Now it's time to test their hearts and minds. If they succeed, they will be given a choice. If they fail along the way, they will have no choice."


    (The test is to see if they're smart enough to survive as faeries and live among them....)

    The small black shape slunk through the dark nighttime shadows, her kit unconscious. They were both thin, ragged, and starving. She sighed softly, setting the kit down in a patch of grass hidden by ferns and bounded off to hunt... Up ahead, she heard soft rustling, and thinking it was prey, darted silently up to it only to find a she-cat, long furred, a blue tabby. She gasped slightly and ran back to her kit, picking it up but before she could leave, the she-cat was somehow in front of her. She's so FAST.... I'll never get away.... She thought. She set the small brown tabby kit down again. The brown she-kit mewed in frustration.


    Azure was wandering as she did frequently at night, when she found a she-cat, small dark and thin. She followed her, jumping in front of her as she tried to leave.


    "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." She said calmly in her slightly deep (For a female anyways) voice.

    Private after first post~ BTW, the year is 1493, so yeah XD


    IC: Alex walked down the street, a black cloak covering him. He wore his simplest clothes, but for this country, even they stood out.... It seemed only the castle of this country was beautiful. The rest was sometimes quaint and pretty to see, sometimes noisy, dangerous and streets filled with blood....


    I will need someone to play the princess of this country, who will love him, but then some other big-ego *sshole will go after her and arrange a whole forced marriage thing with her father and etc.

    OOC: Yes, you may! Alex is in a bit of trouble right now though~


    IC: Relieved as he found what he thought and empty dark alley, he took off his cloak.....


    Bad idea.


    He felt someone grab him and pull him into the shadows, his mouth covered by their hand. "What's the little prince doing at night?" A voice asked, soft and dangerously so. "You ought to be in bed, no? Let's put you to sleep then!"


    "FATHER!" Another voice, younger, but nearly an adult called. "You can't kill him, it would start a war!"


    "Who gives a d*mn! Go and do something useful, like, say I don't know.... STEALING MONEY FOR FOOD YOU PRAT!?" The man shouted and Alex flinched, slender almost femenine fingers grabbing at the arm attached to the hand over his mouth, giving muffled shrieks.

    He nodded. The boy, red-haired and blue eyes, shoved him out of the alley, throwing his cloak over him. "Sorry, I think he's gone crazy." He whispered to Alex, before pushing him again. Alex fled into the dark nighttime streets, and ended up, somehow, in front of the palace....


    Gilbert sighed, then turned to his father who was standing and shouting at his sister. Slowly, he took the dagger out of his pocket, and stabbed him in the back of the neck, with so much forced the blade broke off as he pulled it out of his fathers neck.

    Emma nodded, so did Noelle and Wesley, though Wesley didn't very well understand what intellect meant... (XD) "It means smartness." Emma whispered to him. "Oh." He said.

    "Okay then." Emma said.


    "You'll need to learn more faerie, and your patron will learn more human until it's time." Mara said, in faerie, knowing Emma could understand.