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[Moondancer]

(( It seems to have become one, yes ))

[Rayen]

(( wait... this is a rp now?))

((Yes it is Character forms are on the main page.

Sorry, can't answer right tow. Got to go. XD))

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( hey guys! I'm leaving to go to A Birdal SHower for three days, but I have my laptop and will be able to post regulary. Just late. At Night. When everyone else is asleep. ))

[paola .]

((Haha have fun! ))

[Versa_Mythology]

Dreamsnare hid herself in the woods, sitting on the top of a cut tree's stump, legs crossed as her hair wavered by the soft breeze. Autumn lkeaves danced around her, like fire, swirling and dancing in the wind as she looked up at the sky, singing to herself.

'Little children,
Little ones,
Listen closely as I sing the riddels of our darkest desires

Darkness closes in in our greatest times,
never once do we choose to be like every other little kid
We dream of such a dark desire,
I cannot fortel what will become of us.

The Attrox will wrap it's silky arms around you, showing you the world you create when you become an 'adolecent'.
It treats you like a Royal in the land of regrett.
Noone needs be 'fraid of the Attrox,
for your Darkest Desires are foirfilled at the tips of your mind.

Listen, little children,
I sing this to you,
for your lives ae at stake and the darkness closes in.
The moon will not save thy,
and shall not permitt,' the darkness closed within our sinking hearts.....

(I made the song up...don't ask xD)

[Moondancer]

((Dreamsnare: Isn't the RP set in medevial times? ))

[paola .]

Hunter barked and followed hearing other people up ahead. Hunter smelt rabbits and freshed he barked again until he found the clearing and saw Regalis and Elanor. He barked and sat down.

Zanna caught up with him and bent down next to him not noticing the others and asked "What the heck is wrong with boy?"

Hunter looked up and barked and wagged his tail.

((Can i make a elf named hunter and he can turn into a wolve? If not can i just make another charrie?=D ))

[SwallowSpirit]

Lina unsaddled Teoni, gave her some oats, ate a hunk of bread, and laid down to rest in the shade of a tree in the clearing. As she drifted off, she heard a voice in her head..

'Little children,
Little ones,
Listen closely as I sing to you
A prophecy to uphold.

Darkness closes in in our greatest times,
never once do we choose to be
Like every other little child,
We dream of such a dark desire,
I cannot fortel what shall come of us.

For many years have men wandered our pathways,
Elfkind hidden, unknown to man
Save only in fairytale,
Our fate soon shall rest upon thee,
And thy companions true.

Who will be chosen i cannot say,
Save only that they shall be unique,
Combined by their powers,
The questors few.

Listen, little children,
I sing this to you,
for your lives are at stake
And the darkness closes in.

[Rayen]

((Can i make a elf named hunter and he can turn into a wolve? If not can i just make another charrie?=D ))

((Yes, just post his form XD ))

Regalis dropped to a knew and loosed three arrows in little than three seconds. He pinned each rabbit to the ground by their hind legs. They struggled to get free, but the arrows were buried just right into their legs and the ground. All yours. He said with a grin. It had taken only four seconds for him to aim, judge the distance, the wind, and the length for the shot. With three arrows. One reason why the rangers were fond of him. For his extraordinary archer skills.

Elanor grinned. 'That was a good shot' she said, and hurried to the rabbits, slashing their throats as quick as possible, trying her best to ease their passing. She tied them to her belt and nodded to Regalis. ''Let's get back to the treehouse. There we can light a fire safely.''

Elanor ran back to the treehouse, around the pond, ignoring the twigs that whipped her face as she went though a thicket of sloe bushes. The sloe plums were already ripe, and she picked one and took a bite. Bittersweet, juicy and delicious. It reminded her of an old rhyme they sang at the villages next to Aenar.

When Blackthorn blossoms leap to sight,
They deck the hedge with starry light,
In the early spring
When rough winds blow,
Each promising
A purple sloe.

And now is Autumn here, and lo,
The Blackthorn bears the purple sloe
But ah, how much
Too sharp these plums,
Until the touch
Of Winter comes.

She smiled, and continued onwards to the treehouse.

((Btw, the poem's from C.M. Barker, Flower Fairies of the Autumn))

[SwallowSpirit]

((Epic. Poetry week!))