Citrin Has Chosen
They were interesting, these suitors, coming up to the Altar in the strangest ways. Some hopped, some crawled, some leaped and some... well... Citrin can't remember that well, she wasn't paying attention after all. She tried the best as she could, to sit, and listen to stories, proposals and strange lectures about the outside world, but really, she aches to work with her paws. She's a Faerre of creativity, she wants to create something, then relish in satisfaction that would drown her when she's finished. Oops... she wandered off again. Looking down at her paws she fingered through the souvenirs many left on the stage for her, they were interesting and some were plain funky. Her paws shifted through metallic bits and presents and finally rested on a pile of photos at the bottom. Ah... the sparkling lights of... what? And this bath of bubbles? And this eye-pad and big.. big... big.. building called a factory with so many, many, many, metals and wirings... Is it a gigantic robot? Questions exploded within her as she eyed the photographs one by one, recalling the fuzzy encounter with... a ... hmn... ...
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Citrin gathered up the photos in her small jaws, getting a faint sniff on them before awkwardly leaping off the Altar. The crowds below parted away with baited breath watching as the small Faerre walked past them in disappointment when she didn't hesitate or stop. Finally tracking down the scent that's on the photos, she padded over to the human, tugged on her pants lightly, dropping the photographs, smeared with spit.
"I remember you." The Faerre smiled.
Citrin has chosen you, Moon*~
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*Blackberry* wrote:Aww...I keep on losing not getting a faerre..
Taiyo It seems like you and parnter chose moon, on the previous page, What Moon posted, it made her look so pitiful..
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Maybe I need to try a thousands times before I get one, maybe the next one would suit me better..
Defiantly trying for the other one
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I am pretty much "inactive" since 2019 life changed a lot for me and CS is on a very far back burner. Do not offer on my 2nd group feel free to offer on my ungrouped pets, but I only accept fair trades. I log in for events and monthly adopts and that Is it. <3`

*Blackberry* wrote:And next time you see a Awesome Charrie too, I won't post too as long as it is something I don't really like it that much. Friends?
Cleaning Faerres rushed in and out from the curtains, setting up many, many different objects on stage. Audiences from beyond all looked up with expectation and confusion, just what is with the hassle?
The trumpets sounded, no, they sang for once. Different from the usual bleak 'C' note, the trumpets from the side trilled enthusiastically, as if welcoming someone of importance on stage. The Faerre that came out from behind the curtains was not The Queen though -she was already seated at the first row- but a cute common Faerre with golden markings blooming elegantly all over her body.
The Faerre skipped to middle stage, looked left, then right pausing dramatically before sweeping into a graceful bow towards the audience.
"How strange~ I don't see my castle anywhere~" The Faerre skipped to the side, looking around once more. "No... This place is strange. Filled with peasants and strange creatures... This is not a place princess Retsmah visited before." The Faerre turned a full circle, half showing off the beautiful engravings on her body she was gifted with when she was born. "Ah~ But it's not bad to travel once in a while~" Retsmah smiled, ducking behind a cardboard bush and peering out suspiciously. "But I must be careful... Yes... very.. very careful... there are lots of bad things out there..." Retsmah whispered cautiously, but her voice was cleverly manipulated so that everyone could hear her well practiced lines. Suddenly the pink Faerre leaped out from her hiding spot, knocking over the bush prop from the force as she skidded back to center stage, with a shy and uncertain grin on her face. "I am still waiting for my knight to come riding on a shining horsey you know?"
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