#・º ⎡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵚʸʳᵈᵏᵉʸˢ ᵒᵖᵉᶯ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ⎤º・( Starter )

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⇴ May our story begin: @gumihc​

He had travelled the world ever since he fell to this ground but he had not found anything related to magic. He was homesick wanted to go home through his own world. He wanted his magic returned so he could fly once again in the sky, so the wind would sing to him. He had travelled around hoping for anwer but had returned to the place where the wyrdkey had dropped him of. Seoul. Wandering the busy streets his hands in his pockets as his warm breath made small clouds in the cold air. He was walking home to the shabby attic he now spend his days but there was a scent in the air that caught his attention. A scent that made him stop and turn on his heels to follow it. 

It was an ancient smell. Old like him maybe even older, different from those humans. It was strange enough that he followed it. Blindly walking to through the streets until he stood before a building "Gisaeng House" He stared at the title for a long time before looking inside. Inclined to follow that scent that vulpine scent further. In this world where everything was the same she seemed to be different. She could be a way home. and that was the thought that was enough of a push to make him open the door and step inside. 

[liviith-blog]

                                                           ・º ⎡  Puppy? ⎤º・

❦—-   @yoxzakura​

              ✦ —- It was cold out, her breath leaving small clouds as she blew out, she was infatuated with them as they reminded her off the clouds, the sky she longed for. Nothing hurt a witch more than keeping her grounded, being unable to fly in the sky, without the wind in her hair. It put her on edge made her uncomfortable and annoyed. She felt like a hungry beaver ready to bite anyones head off, her freedom ripped from her for the second time. If only Abraxos was here, if only she could be airborne again. Her arms wrapped around her but the cold did not bother her much. She was nostalgic missing Erilea and had found herself into the park, the only bit off green in this damned city, the only piece that reminded her off home. The riding leather clinging tight to the curves off her body and the red grochan cape wrapped around her she sat there staring at the sky.                Her Iron nails scratches the bench she was seated at as she thought about her home, her people without a queen now, would war burst out again? Would there be something left when she returned home. It was those thoughts that she always locked out, it were those thought that now got her attention and made her wonder. 

              A smell was the first thing that captured her attention, it was faint but it was so different from any human, it was so different from anything at all. This smell was different than anything she had smelled before, but at the same time so familiar. A familiar smell she did not want to remember. Valg, but also not Valg. She moved up from her bench her Iron teeth and nails ready to strike. “Who is there...” Her voice came out as nothing more than a growl. A growl demanding attention a growl demanding a fight. Who dared to sneak up at her. Who dared to interrupt her thought. “Who dares...”

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    ❧ @mocnlove​ | continue from here 

                ❝HUH?❞ gaze raised as if that would help him HEAR anything going on. He had been too lost in his own thoughts to recognise anything. Head turned, looking around for a moment before he looked at the other. ❝no – what was it?❞

He let out a small chuckle his head turned to the sky “Wind... it is wind... if you listen close enough it will sing a song and tell you stories of far away lands.” He turned his head to the other giving him a small wink “The wind holds all the answers.”

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⇴ May our story begin: @fluorvte​

He hated them these humans, they were as good as the vermin in Erilea yet he was stuck here, he was stuck to make money to make do. The only way to do it, to gather the money he needed for survival, for his search was renting the set of skills he had. Human jobs where impossible for him as he did not understand it, technologie, even the shooter thingies his client had confused him, where were the bows and arrows. Where were the horses the boats. He couldn’t twist his mind about it but he slowly learned how to accept it. The rent was easy enough. he got a face and a place he were to kill it. Simple. His daggers strapped to his legs and waist hidden from the human eye his boy strapped on his back as he leaped from roof to roof. 

One arrow, shot by a fae through the heart, through the head should do the trick. He had been trailing the man for a while now. He was not normally one to ask questions. Kill it get paid and get done with it as he had done for the past centuries. He let out a breath before falling back, he had seen enough for the night. Sitting back on the roof taking out the jeweled dagger and playing with it as he looked up at the sky scanning the stars. Everything was different here. It made him wonder if he would ever see home again or if he would be stuck here for all eternity. With these humans around him dying. 

He looked over the edge once more and swore under his breath. He was gone. His target had disappeared.  

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〖   ♛   Bring back the Bogeyman @hyejvng​  ♛   〗

↬      ♚ It had been so long since he had wandered these lands, since he wandered these worlds and places. Still so familiar, the screams of nightmares singing to him like silent songs, the familiar pathway under his feet. He had travelled the world but there was no place like home no home like the place he first came from the shadows and as he was here he figured it would be more fun to visit some old friends, one whomes nightmares had kept him fed and happy for so long. So easy he found herself into her bedroom indulging in the familiar scent. So familiar those nightmares that filled his stomach the expressions of fears on her face. How it delighted him, how it had delighted him in the past and still would now. Everyone has a favorite dish and her nightmares were high up on his lown list. His hands stroking her hair and her cheek as he closed his eyes to the savoring darkness. “Wakey wakey, little princess..” His voice was like a felines purr, soft with seduction the grin on his lips wicked. 

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⇴ May our story begin: @onthisbluemoon

It The job had been messy and he was more than just a little bit annoyed as he was cleaning up the blood from his sword. Any world was the same. Everywhere people had enemies and would pay to get rid of them. It was what he was good at, the only thing he might be better at was war itself but he did not have the time to sell himself of as a rent soldier and he did not wish to fight in these armies with guns and machines. He preferred an old fashioned sword. His sword. The golden hilt and valuable stones edged into the hilt. Wind-cleaver was its name. One of the few things he had left from his homeland. He laid it carefully on the table before getting up moving to the bathroom to wash the remaining blood and sweat of his face. 

Another thing that he did enjoy about this world the running water and convenience. 

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 ❧ @gumihc​ | continue from here

He did’t know when or how he had ended up on the bed, but he enjoyed it. It was like being in the sky, the pillows soft and puffy, he could definitely get used to this. His eyes where focused on the woman though, like seduction was her living and her life depended on it, that is what shot in his head as he saw her moving around, the silence of a trained assassin under her feet, the movements of a courtesan. He sat up only slightly as she crawled onto the bed closer to him. The more he got used to her, the more he realised to keep his guard up. No matter how beautiful, she was a fox, she was a danger. He moves slightly as she makes herself comfortable against him but does not pull away. His eyes scanning over her face as she kisses his hand, using his free one to stroke her hair. Like a pet. She reminded him of a pet cat. If it wasn’t for the way she spoke, or the way she moved. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a ruthless killer. “I believe you are a double-edged sword….For some people you are ruination, and I believe for those who love you, you are salvation, until you destroy them.” he wraps her hair around his hand, playing with the soft locks. “Do you not sometimes wish for a world where there is no pain, where there is no suffering, where you do not have to kill. What would we have been like, if we had not gone through the suffering we have been through, when we never had to kill. Sometimes I can not help but wonder. That being said I don’t think I would change the life I had in Erilea for anything.”

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⇴ May our story begin: @sangoit​

It was an easy job, get into the theater, kill his target, get out and get paid. Easy and swift, yet here he was stuck on one of the chairs almost completely hidden in the shadows as he saw the figures moving on stage. Practicing for something he realized. There were moments when he missed home and this music and way of dancing reminded him of her and the shows she loved to watch. This music this dancing was different from how others moved in this world. It reminded him more of home and he enjoyed it to the point that he got lost in himself. Lost in thought while watching them practice. 

His eyes sliding over the figures, dancing was like a war a battle to him. Their bodies weapons. He slowly got up moving closer to the stage waiting till only one dancer remained, before slowly clapping his hands together. His face willed into neutrality as he gave the male a small bow “It seems art does remain in this world. It is a blessing.” 

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⇴ May our story begin: @mocnlove​  (Myo Ki)

He had woken up from his nap the moment he had felt it hours ago. His inner instincts roaring at him, his magic screaming from where it was locked up deep inside. A feral deep instinct calling him to the wind. To the air the feeling magic making his hair stand up combined with air. He had ran, ran towards it. Searching for that feeling until it smashed right into him and there he was staring straight forward at this... boy. Human? He wasn’t sure but the air of wind hang around him the feeling of the magic it was singing to this boy as it had once sang to him and his body stopped. A sense of jealousy taking over him as he watched, from the shadow of tree stared at the young boy that in this world where he thought magic powers could not exist, that here of all places had the wind singing its song to him. His fingers balding to fists squeezing hard as his feet where pinned to the ground. Staring with hate and envy. 

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                                     ・º ⎡  The Demon and The Hunter ⎤º・

❦—-   @amon-the-devil

             ✦ —- Man where such easy creatures, they where easy to lure with what a woman was given with, beauty and seduction made even the strongest man succumb, that is what she had learn from an early age. Humans being the worse of them all, they followed pleasure before they followed their head and here she was stuck in a realm where they did not know of the existence of fae, nothing of wyrd keys or wyverns, they never even heard of the fire breathing bitch queen Nari herself knew so well. She was bored in this realm with easy man. She was bored and looking for a toy, someone to play with and enjoy ripping apart. Someone like the man she had set her eyes upon now.               This realm does not know hunters and warriors like hers does but some man still train the same. It does not know danger but this male smelled different, he was something else and she wanted to know what he was. It was curiosity and boredome that made her slide over across the dark bar, dark places lured in the most interesting people she always said and that is how she found herself on the seat next to the male, a elbow propped up the bar her head loosely hanging in it, a signature cheshire grin curving her lips as she inclined her head. 

             A simple gesture just like that, for him to follow her. For her to start a game of predator and prey. A simple inclining of the head of a beautiful woman. Was it all it would take to lure this man away? She slid of the seat again, her hand scraping over his shoulder with a soft touch gaining more of his attention and a last look over her shoulder, her long hair flowing behind her like an invisible wind was playing with it. A last look asking him to follow her with his eyes before she leaves the bar, not looking back to wonder if the male would come along. 

[liviith-blog]

                                   ・º ⎡  Strange Creatures locked in Cages.⎤º・

❦—-   @lusineinthesky​

           ✦ —- It had been a long time since she had seen anyone that was different, all these humans looked the same, they smelled the same. But this was different she was different and she wanted to keep her, hold her. She wanted to know exactly what this creature was. Why did it smell like flowers and green meadow and not like the dirty air that was hanging around the creatures of this world. This woman she reminded her of Abraxos. She reminded her of that silly flower rolling wyvern of hers.             Sitting next to the cage her eyes on the woman laying in it. The capture was easier than she thought it would be.  “Wake up...” Her iron nails tapped the bars “Wake up, I need to talk to you...” She had so many questions to ask. Who was this creature, where did she come from. Why did she smell so strange, who was she. Would she be the key to bring her back to Erilea?

[liviith-blog]

                                    ・º ⎡  Poor Unfortunate Soul ⎤º・

❦—-   @lighthousehan​

            ✦ —- Lost in a world she did not belong, away from everything she ended up in the one place where all strange creatures tend to end up, the carnival. Her own little carriage, which mirrors covering all the walls that is where she now lived. Travelling around trying to find her way home while she gave fortune to young man and desperate girls. Those who asked about their love lives, if they would get a fortune. Bath in love and riches that is what they all wanted. If she told them the truth she would not get paid, if only they knew the truth. What the future would really hold.              It was one of those days, she was bored out of her mind. Her iron nails tapping her cheek while leaning on the table staring at the many mirrors covering every corner and wall of her small carriage. They reminded her of the witch mirrors back home. Everything reminded her off home. 

           “Welcome...” She answered as she sensed the person waiting for her outside. As usual afraid to come inside, afraid of the fortune telling witch. Was it fear she smelled or was it someting else. “Why don’t you come in... let me see where the future will bring you..” Pulling the red cloak to cover her face as she waited seated at her little table with  cards and a glass globe.             

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                                              ・º ⎡ A Way Back Home ⎤º・

❦—-   @asphxdel​

               ✦ —- It had been months now since she entered the human world, months without any hope or salvation. She wanted to go home, to her thirteen, her comrades. To Abraxos. But in this world with no Wyrdkeys, where everything was different, she had no clue where to start, so she would start where everyone would go for information. The library and even that was different. She missed the rows and rows of old wood bearing books. THe smell of old libraries, old paper on the shelves, the libraries dark and comfortable. It was different from these modern open spaces. Weird machines standing on the sides that gave off a strange blue light. This was nothing like home and even standing here between all the books she had no clue on where to start.                 Where did they keep their books on magic. Where did they keep old registers. She wandered through the hallways, staring at the different books and people sitting around staring at the machines with the weird lights like they where hypnotised. It was only when she was desperate that she finally walked over to one of the ladies that seemed like they were working there. Tapping the girls shoulder softly, she looked younger than she had expected, than she had realized possible in a library. “I am looking for books on magic...” 

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                                        ・º ⎡The first step through the door. ⎤º・

❦—-   @xevold

                 ✦ —- The ground felt hard beneath her as she landed, one moment standing in Erilea before they would destroy the wyrdkeys the next falling on the cold floor in a ditch of a world that smelled like gas. She shouldn’t have touched it even if it did call out for her. She should not have touched the stone. They key to every door. It brought her to another world another dimension. Her body and magic drained from the travel she barely managed enough strength to get up. What world was she, where did she end up. What was that noise. Everything was spinning. She growled softly to herself managing to push her self of the cold and dirty floor looking around where she landed. Her breathing ragged, she needed rest she needed to get strength and a save place. Cursing colorfully she dragged herself to the side of the alley. She had really done it now.                   It was the snapping of the door that coughed her attention snapping her head to the side only to see a male walking through the door. Her body to weak and her head in pain, she was desperate, even though she was an Ironteeth witch, and they should never ask for help. Even though she was proud. She extended her hand with the last bit of energy left in her small frame. “Help....” The world came out as nothing more than a whisper before she felt consciousness slip away and she was tumbling down darkness once again. 

[liviith-blog]

                                                          ・º ⎡ Boy Toy?! ⎤º・

❦—-   @gcldenhour​

                ✦ —- Dainty little thing, was the first thought that came to mind when she found him sneaking around. When she smelled him coming closer to her coming into the den she was hiding. No matter what world, what dimension in the end all witches get hunted and all hunters get played with. It was a simple home once belonging to an old couple, the couple had perished without anyone knowing and she had taken in their home. No belongings off her own, but the red cape and her riding leather. The clothing she entered this world with now hiding in the back of the closet.                  She was creeping around the house hidden in the shadows, waiting for her moment to strike. The man coming for her was handsome, just her type of man to toy with. Her type of man to break and have her way with before enjoying the flesh of his bones. She would take care of him alright. She would show him that a witch was not someone to be assassinated, not someone to mess with. The true fear of witches she would show him what that was. 

                With ease her Iron teeth and nails snapped into place, changing her beautiful features in those of a predator. Ready to strike, to take her prey out and rip them to shreds for she was an Ironteeth, and he was a human male infiltrating her home. 

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❧ @shcllshcck​ | continue from here

“You are staring so much, are you seeing something you like?” 

“Maybe I do want to see you angry?” He tilts his head to the side squinting slightly. “It has been such a long time since I have seen one of your kind angry it makes me so curious what you can do...”

She was different and special and it amused him. She was wild like a fire burning wild. The edges not yet refined, She looked like she could burn the world down and have amusement in it. If she would ever burn the world down the world he wanted to be in the first row to watch it all happen.

“Why is your presence a blessing to me exactly, what makes you that special?”