the land of faerres { Sih likes shiny things }

[rem sleep]

Here goes!


I wandered aimlessly in the claws of the cold black, she pawed her way through the coal black sky. Hearing her own nails clicking on the cool rock floor of the never-ending cave. I let out a faint sigh, hearing it bounce off the walls as I proceeded onward.
Stumbling forwards with a bit of shock as I heard a loud voice echo loudly, ringing my ears as if they were church bells.

What's taking so long?"
"It's only been several minutes, we're still setting up the sta-"
"Ugh! Move it!"
A white Faerre stepped out of the curtains, chest puffing, without waiting for the spotlight to reach him, Rota started his speech.
"Fools! I have no time to waste, why do you think I called this meeting? I will not wait behind curtains while you ready the stage in your sluggish speed! I have something to say, and I will say it now!"

The male Faerre that stood out from behind the curtains had stunning white fur, with paws dipped in bloody red colors and spots dancing across his white pelt. Rota's black ears twitched with irritation as he glared at the audience below, snarling and showing off his canines to those closest to him.

"I'm looking to visit new places, somewhere larger than Vinara preferably. I will need people to follow me and I'll need some servants and three full meals a day. I need books, and LOTS of them. I need loyalty to and call me Sir when addressing me. If you peasants think you can follow my orders and fulfill my wishes a hundred TWENTY percent, step up now, I hate waiting!" Rota growled irritably, his tail swishing from side to side angrily.

"HURRY!"

I dashed forward, my pace quickening as I made my way through the crowd. I tapped once with my paw on the stage, eagerly waiting an answer.

I waited awhile, but received none as the several other suitors snatched the male's attention.

Gathering all my courage, I backed up and streamed forward, leaping onto the stage with dramatic posture. A gorgeous landing accompanied by a loud scratching noise as I skidded across the floor and stopped in front of Rota demanding attention with a mischievous glance his way.

Yo.
I nodded his way with a smirkish grin.

The name's Libra, but I'd like it if you called me Liz.
I flicked my tail and took a seat.
So, you know the deal by now, I'm here not because I want you to be put in a good home with a loving human.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and smirked, sending my invitation of challenge.
But because I want to take you to live with me.
I live where ever I please, the world is my backyard and I'm welcome almost anywhere around. I spend my time training myself in the art of, well, ART! I love anything art-related and I-
I caught my breath and snickered a bit at my own childishness.
Alright, but my point is, come with me and we got adventure and new things. I'll feed you only food that I would eat myself and I'd like to have the privilage of coming with me to my home.
I smiled sincerely, flicking my tail and regaining my balance as my feet stood firmly on the ground.
The nails let loose a little click as they touched the floor of the wooden stage.
I really would appriciate it if you came with me, Sir Prince Rota~
I smiled once more and extended one fore-paw.
My name's Libra.



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I think I might add more art later~ XD

[zacherie]

Oh my gosh, these are amazing! :B

I must try for this one. Reserving for form.

Please ignore, won't be able to finish. Good luck to everyone!

[Ashenjay]

I have a question, for the RP stuff, maybe, or just faerres. . .
Do the curls grow back once cut? o w o

[Taiyo]

Yes they do, therefore Warriors needs to get their curls constantly trimmed

[*Blackberry*]

"What's taking so long?"
"It's only been several minutes, we're still setting up the sta-"
"Ugh! Move it!"
A white Faerre stepped out of the curtains, chest puffing, without waiting for the spotlight to reach him, Rota started his speech.
"Fools! I have no time to waste, why do you think I called this meeting? I will not wait behind curtains while you ready the stage in your sluggish speed! I have something to say, and I will say it now!"

The male Faerre that stood out from behind the curtains had stunning white fur, with paws dipped in bloody red colors and spots dancing across his white pelt. Rota's black ears twitched with irritation as he glared at the audience below, snarling and showing off his canines to those closest to him.

"I'm looking to visit new places, somewhere larger than Vinara preferably. I will need people to follow me and I'll need some servants and three full meals a day. I need books, and LOTS of them. I need loyalty to and call me Sir when addressing me. If you peasants think you can follow my orders and fulfill my wishes a hundred TWENTY percent, step up now, I hate waiting!" Rota growled irritably, his tail swishing from side to side angrily.

"HURRY!"

I walked at the grass kicking rocks and stuff that was on the ground and what I had found, I rubbed my head before going into the forest venturing deeper. I stamped at a leave as it fell to the ground, I went towards the crowd, I suddenly heard a shout, I saw others covered their ears, I said loudly, " IT IS SO SO SO SLIENLT HERE, IS IT NOISY? WHY WANT TO COVER YOUR EARS GUYS? " I grinned, I walked over to Rota and shouted, " MOVE AWAY " I walked towards Rota and said, " hello Sir, I am Blackberry. I have heard your speech, I have plently of books, 20 servents that will serve you and me and you will have three meals a day and of course sometime we address you as Sir. I am currently looking for a Faerre to stay with me forever, I know you may not be intestered in me as I look like a peasant. But whatever you want, you will get it, I promise you whatever I said to you is 100% true. " I spoke, " I will hear your reply tomorrow Sir. " I walked off and smirked at others tripping some people. I walked to a bench, sitting down using a tissue wiping my face, dusted my clothes before making myself comfortable.

[Azure23]

[>> I do not think that is fair. I wasn't able to do a few of these because of time and I did not ask to change the date.

*Edit:

Can we use other adoptables we have won in our story?]

[Taiyo]

Yes sorry Blackberry ^^'' I can't change the date, or add an extension because it would be unfair.
Though don't worry, you still have 24+ hours C8

@Azure
yes you can use adoptables that you've won, as long as they belong to you now

Rota is impatient! He will judge tomorrow night, get your forms in while you still can! 8D

[Horneddragon]

| // Rota \\ |
Knowledge is power, and power is deadly

Deep in the flickering shadows of the alter, two twin orbs of green depth regarded, not only, the small white speaker above them, but also the multitudes that stood scuttled and jostled for their place in the grand building. They would wait here, for an eternity if they must, they would wait here till their bodies slowly decayed, and their bones turned to dust. This simple fact, that very primal drive that forced creatures cursed with the essence of mortality together, astounded and intrigued her. It fostered her love the most chaotic of all the nine realms, the mortal world. It was here she had met her long time companion Lasirie, and it was here again she found herself.

But who was HER? Who was SHE? Her bloodline was one that had lasted for thousands of years, and like wise so had she. She was God-born, a daughter of Olympus, a Nymph like, dark haired, and creamy tan skinned beauty, a dragon rider, a lover of nature, an intellectual. Yet most of all, and above all else She was Paravati, the last known daughter of Demeter, and a Demi-god.

Slowly she turned her heart shaped face up towards the alter, as her liquid dark hair fell back. Her green eyes locked, for a moment, on the blood and sky spotted speaker high above her head. He held a wild beauty, like the grand mortal leopards she was so fond of. And yet, his temperament reminded her of a house cat, needy and demanding, one who needed everyone to bow to him and fall down on their knees to grant his every wish. A fond smile touched her lips, She could have him, she could grant his every wish, but did she want to?

With slow confident steps she made her way from the shadows and into the flickering torchlight. A slight smile touched her face as she heard the all to common sighs of human males around her. It was true alone Pavarotti was beautiful, the immortal blood of her mother, Demeter, secured that one aspect in her life. But with the added addition of the clinging cream lace and green silk blouse that sighed on her thing curved form each time the moved, or the dark nutmeg colored cotton knee length shorts embroidered in gold, she was a sight to send any Male over the edge. with a smile she ran her hand delicately over the frail flowers that adorned her dark hair.

As she turned her body to the alter, she laid one delicate hand on the railing and slowly began to ascend the stairs. Each step brought her slightly closer to the small creature, he seemed bored by the banter taking place around him, and she could not help herself but let out a light high laugh. She stifled it just before approaching the dashing young fox, continuing on in silence. IN a single sweeping motion she curtsied low, a practiced motion, bringing her head almost to the ground before the fox's feet.

Greetings, Lord Rota, I am Paravati, Last of the Daughters of the earthen goddess Demeter, I have heard your call young Rota, and I have come before you to answer it. I make my home in the third realm of the world, many mortals call it by other names, some know it as the Realm of the Gods, others know it as Olympus, wile still others call it Paradise. It is true all these names fit it well, too well for some. It is a place were there is little strife for those who are allowed within its halls. It is a grand place filled with all the knowledge of the nine worlds, multitudes of servants to serve your every whim, and soothe your every desire, and many quiet places to settle in and organize your thoughts when times get chaotic.

She spread her thin arms out wide in emphasis.

" I have every right to bring into it those I see as fit to be my companions, and If you would have me, I invite you to join me in my hall. Though, as with all things so great there is one price to pay. If you accompany me, you will become an Immortal, and forever remembered in the tales and legends of mortals, but you will also be banned from the mortal realms for a single human century. In hind sight, It is not that high of a price to pay for the soils of the world I am part of. Yet I have still seen mortals driven crazy by the absolute cutting off from all they have ever known. I invite you to join me, if you are up for the task, that is."

She smiled boldly at the small fox, and with a slight hesitation, reached into the strands of her hair, the small moth knew what she wanted, and loyal hopped unto her fingers without a seconds hesitation. She brought him gingerly to her mouth, he flapped his small colorless wings in anticipation, knowing he was to be given and assignment. Lightly she touched his small body to her lips, and whispered

"Si volet nostram dirige, ut mihi semper."

The little moth's body transfigured as she placed one last kiss on his back, His colorless body bloomed to an luxurious expanse of red black blue and white, markings monitoring those of a monarch. with a little joyous flutter, the moth turned butterfly hopped off the Demi god's hand and fluttered down to the fox settling on the ground next to him.

When you decide, He will return to me, If you have chosen my way of life, Follow him. Please be aware, the is the choice that will change the coarse of your life for all eternity, choose wisely and consider all out comes, My lord.

With a slight head nod, and a final curtsy she slowly descended the stairs, reserving herself to wait for his choice.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

The half eagle half cat creature soared high in the air once again. He gazed down at the altar a frown appearing on his usual expressionless face. The faerre on it now was arrogant, demanding, and indeed acted almost like a little prince. His violet eyes darkened slightly as he watched him, his demands were amazing judging on how little he was. Call him sir... He thought and chuckled softly and almost silently though the chuckle was slightly angry. This faerre may not have feelings for others, but he may damage the realtionship of friendship if he doesn't relieze what he's doing. He thought to himself his frown turning into a straight line once again turning expressionless. He sunk a bit in the sky making sure not to drop to fast since he had a companion this time. As he landed delicatly on the ground a faerre lept off his back. The creature stretched his wings staying in the shadows and gave a barely visable nod to the little farerre.

Retsmah lept off of the creatures back. She flattened her wind tousled fur, her golden markings glistening in the sun. She felt many gazes turn to her and she raised her chin happily and with pride. She shifted her gaze to the faerre on the altar. She scanned his fur a snowy white with iceblue and crimson red markings. His ears were coal black and his eyes piercing and demanding. She giggled slightly at his demands. She mimicked the faerres movements and mouthed what he was saying with the same expression as his. The fun of being an actress as she saw some faerres and creatures' eyes light up and smiles break the stunned crowd. She looked at the line of those who believed they could woo the demanding faerre. She put on a actress grin and padded over to the line. She waited patiently while entertaining the crowd with her wonderful skills. She could feel the tension loosen and frowns break into smiles, and smiles break into grins.
The creature watched from the shadows only his violet eyes showing in the darkness. He watched Retsmah with a stone expression letting no emotion cross his face, though he couldnt help but be proud that she was lightning the mood of the crowd.
As Retsmah padded up the steps to the Altar she heard some 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as many began to remember her. She smiled a winning smile at Rota "What is this I see?" she skipped towards the edge of the stage "A faerre who's demands are strict and annoying!" she joked and heard others chuckle or giggle. She snuck over beind Rota "Perhaps his jounry will be interesting, or maybe he needs a helping hand." She padded infront of him, "I am Retsmah!" she announanced with a grin. She then turned to the crowd "I do not stand on the stage today to take the center of attention, for today is Rota's day. She bowed graciously and lept off the stage. He stepped out of the shadows and stretched his wings then padded up the altar himself. "Rota, I will not call you sir you will be treated as an equal and nothing more around me. I as you can see." he jestured to his wings his expression stoney. "I can travel great distances. You demand many books you'll be able to get them from all over the world, in many different languages and subjects as well." His violet eyes glowed mysteriously "Your demands, and attitude if you join me I except them to be a bit more polite. I dont wish to change you but I except to be treated fairly and respectfully." he raised his chin "I understand how you wish to travel now, and quickly. But you need to be grateful others are willing to take you along with them for your experiance." he nodded "I dont expect you to chose me, so I bid you well on your journey Rota." He dipped his head slightly before leaping off the stage and let Retsmah hop onto his back. He stretched his wings wide and took to the sky until the faerre chose his companion..or rather follower.
Retsmah huffed "YOu still haven't told me your name!" she complained slightly as they took to the sky. But the creature only smirked before his expression and emotions were hidden once again.

I don't expect to be chosen again, but I just wnted to write this because I thought it'd be fun! Good luck to everybody, and whoever wins Rota could you PM me

[Ashenjay]

OH! I remembered my question!

In RP, for an immature, jumpy faerre for instance grows mature and adult-ish because of the plot, do we need a red orb? o w o

(ex) Citrin stops losing stuff and stops stammering a bit)