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Working on icons--- there’s a lot of them guys. But if you have any questions about any of the muses, please throw them my way, I will get to them asap.

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Shifting Julian / Morrighan’s fc to Tyki Mikk from Tsukiyama Shuu so he fits more with Nehiri.

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“My dad says you will die soon.”

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“I got some candyfloss earlier, it was so light~”

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Name: Nehiri Elizabeth Faure  Age: 16 Sex: Female Species: Demi-God Height: 4′11′‘ Nationality: European Languages: English / Celtic / French Occupation: Unemployed / Princess

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☞ - Saying “I love you”. From Nehiri to Banshee, let's start building this cute shit.

Trotting with the weight of the world, each step was a shudder to the ankles and knees, the tremors often rumoured to bring thunder and earthquakes with their vibrations alone. Banshee was not to question the idea; nor to deny the notion of his ability to cause chaotic natural causes; after-all; a mudslide only needed a little water and rumble alongside landslides, avalanches etcetc… Though that wasn’t what he was up to at this moment; no. He was parading; mostly due to the factor that his longed for wish; of being an owned horse was going to be fulfilled. A beckon of a job of mount and guard, one he’d die for, and one he took on without question. 

That being said, it had been decades since that day; of meeting her, Nehiri - the Daughter of his Parent’s Rider. A creature and a beauty that rivalled all creation and made the underworld tremble at the sight of such Princess-ness she possessed. Honoured, Banshee was - caught by rope and the hushing calls of her Father eons ago. Dragged from gorging itself senseless upon war-zones and villages of disaster and pampered with brush, food and work.

Cleaned, trimmed, brought back from the grasp of greed, loneliness and insanity to a more bestial creature that had a mind of its own. It stood taller than other horses of their creation. His chest alone devoured the sun when towering over the smallest of demon imps that brought food and brush to his stable home. But it was her, that caused the Beast to connect with its truer self; where his hooves split and its hair fell, skin rot and torn; allowing a form so long forgotten in the mists of loneliness and despair; that the beast now stood withing clothing that would of put most Englishmen to shame.

Where his fire was kept beneath the surface of his skin; where his blood boiled with lava and his smile shone upon features worn with age and time; but youthful with immortality. His hands, covered in black gloves, gathered her cheeks; and lowered to ribs to ease her off her feet; from filth upon the clean grounds and into the cradle of his arm to hold her like the royalty she was. “Your love is wasted upon an old stallion like me; yet I will grateful take your words to heart. Allow me to take you anywhere you wish, Princess. I am your steed, at your beck and call, your shield and keeper of safety. Let us enjoy yet another day together before you leave with your Father, yes?”

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Julian’s true name is Morrighan, a God of War &. Death. His true form being that similar to a raven, during his time dwelling upon the world of the Celts the god found himself enjoying many escapades with other creatures. Loving the female form, Julian frequently took sexual favours from them. Unbeknownst to him though he hadn’t realised one night had brought himself kin. Nehiri was born of God &. mortal, though she had been born within the womb of a human woman the dna that came from Morrighan had overpowered the mother. She had appeared majority human as a child, upon her forehead had been two growths which continue to get longer &. sharper as she aged. Many times her mother had taken her to a doctor to try to get the ‘horns’ removed yet every time they had done the procedure they just grew right back. Years later, Nehiri found herself coming face to face with her father, as war washed over her home. The mother perished at the hand of a rogue &. panicked individual who freaked out upon seeing the sight of the horned girl, since then the God had taken his daughter under his own wing, training her up.

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MUSE LIST

Nhilyrr Xune Narcedrith Rilynt'tar // Faertith Alien // Stubborn but caring Physically: 26 years old Zszzen Sorn Antaufein Rilynt'tar // Faertith Alien // Shy but determined Physically: 26 years old Julian Elliot William Faure / Morrighan // God of War &. Death  // Welcoming but with a short-temper Physically: 36 years old Ri Elizabeth Faure / Nehiri // Daughter of the God of War &. Death // Spoilt but soft hearted Physically: 16 years old Lucas Marion                               // Human - Pet Store Owner // Soft spoken but leader material Physically: 30 years old

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“He said, “Fuck you.” “Yeah?!”

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“So you think you’re just going to leave this place?” Julian hisses at the other from within the darkness of the alley.

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I’m afraid I’ve made a bit of a blunder.

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Nightmarish rituals crave a newborn.  Find one, and silence its harrowing cry.

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Name: Julian Elliot William Faure True Name: Morrighan Age: 36 Sex: Male Species: Unknown - Appears Human Height: 5′11′’ Nationality: European Languages: English / Celtic / French / Chinese (Mandarin) / Japanese Occupation: Pet Store Supervisor

Name: Lucas Marion Age: 30 Sex: Male Species: Human Height: 5′7′’ Nationality: Dutch Languages: English / Dutch / German Occupation: Pet Store Manager

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Muses that will be added on the blog over time-- Lucas Marion is the owner of the Pet Store that Xune works at. Julian Elliots is another supervisor of the shop.

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minugahanax:

Disappointed, though fingers remained in hair to tangle them up in a moments curiosity. He knew of a bodies ability to blend in with races around them but it was different with other species. He was awed by their similarities being so mixed. Though; he knew politeness to a point and eased his fingers from her hair to settle himself down to watch instead.

A pout came upon the lips of the Faertith as fingers withdrew from her hair, although she had been somewhat irritable she had in fact enjoyed the sensation. Brows furrowed for a moment as her head craned up to look up at him. “ Do you wanna see the glow? ” She asked, willing to shift her form into an in between state of human &. her natural self.

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minugahanax:

“Oh; just photography. I’m here for the Schools Newspaper, you mind if I take some images for the Clubs Page?”

“ I guess, sure. I mean, would you like to take a pictures by the little aquarium, or by the pool in which we keep some of the more common fish? ”