#. envoy of the fae ( sandman )

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accepting @korinthiakos

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Her brows furrowed as she watched his immense display of power and anger. Her face remained taciturn as he drew near to let his ire be known. She could feel the discontent in the air around them. Yet, she did not retreat. Her pride wouldn't allow it nor did she want to give him the satisfaction that he had frightened her into submission. Even as the terrible dread ebbed at her very core. Every instinct prickled into a warning knell--that she needed to run.

Her emerald hues bore into him a hard stare as if she was ready to bear her fangs--a cornered animal. When he spoke her full name, a flood of old rage begin to fill her. Her chest tightened and her jaw clenched. Her true name was not his to have--nor anyone.

❝ Do not call me that.❞ she seethed, breathing through gritted teeth, her flames begin to nick at her fingers, as she closed her fists to subdue them. She ignored the burning sensation it left on her skin.

What he said next had extinguished any kind of feeling from her and finally she took a step back, as she glanced away from him. There was a shift within her then and for a moment she nearly mistaken that she was back in the Fae Courts, listening to her mother ask the very same question. How easy it was for her to slip back into being a soldier. Her shoulders straightened, and she didn't look Morpheus in the eyes.

How could he be disappointed when all she did was declare loyalty to him? She couldn't comprehend what he wanted from her. Isn't that what he wanted? A loyal subject that would go to the ends of the universe to protect him? She was a disappointment.

It wasn't like he knew her profoundly. He could not simply gaze into her dreams and see her memories--to see what she had endured--to see every cut, scar, and wound that she carried in her time as a Fae Soldier. If he had, then perhaps he would understand that her nature isn't so easily changed.

If he wanted to wound her, he succeeded. Lark exhaled a breath then, her gaze still not meeting his.

❝ I am sorry that I am a disappointment to you. ❞ her voice was soft, and defeated, vacant of any of the feelings she had from before when speaking to him.

@endl0ss continued from here: XXX

[princguard-a]

Nightmares

accepting @korinthiakos sent: “You’re dreaming”

Lark exhaled a breath and glanced around the deep, dark wood and frowned.

❝ A nightmare. ❞ she corrected and crossed her arms over her chest.

❝ Had it been a dream...Morpheus would be here instead of you and we would be doing something much more fun than walking through a scary forest. ❞

She felt strange, like a burning sensation within her, boiling dread in her chest.

❝ Something's wrong...❞ she went on.

❝ I cannot dream or have a nightmare, is this an actual dream, Corinthian? How is it you are here but Dream ( @endl0ss) is not? ❞

[oakthcrn]

Lark hummed in thought as she walked down the concrete sidewalk with Jessamy in her arms. She wore a wool hat over her pointed ears and an outfit that most would describe as a faux pas. She wore a plaid skirt with striped leggings and shoes with polka dots. She wore a sweater with cows on them. She took some hints from the various dreams around the world.

" Green Day? A group of minstrels, then? Shall we see if they're playing?" The human realm was loud. Far too loud.

" Hmm...as soon as we find Morpheus, he'll be so happy with our hard work that he'll take us to go see this Green Day, I'm sure. So let's work hard to find him, eh? "

Curious gaze flickers over to the goddess, head canting a light tilt as decorated charms within dark tresses reflect some of the nearby sun.

“ I’ve heard so much music throughout my existence, and it’s evolved so much - I’ve discovered this one group, Green Day they’re called. . .they’re rather good.”

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accepting @nightmarecountry

It was a strange sensation. She was falling, and where she could not say. Shrouded darkness consumed her as if she was wearing a veil. She had been dwelling happily in the Dreaming, then there was a noise, a shadow, and then she ended up here. The Nothing. She called it, a place where there were no dreams. Just an endless void of nothing.

She tried to call out to Morpheus but there was no sound. A sickening realization came to her then as she felt her stomach churn at the prospect of being forced here. She prayed Morpheus would notice her absence.

Glancing around, she tried to form something, anything, but nothing but darkness. She seethed as a cold fury was brimming in her chest.

" Show yourself!" she barked at the dark. " I know you are there, whoever you are! Come out now!"

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accepting @korinthiakos ' i must be dreaming. ' ( he says with so much sarcasm )

" Oh, how unfortunate for you that you aren't dreaming, little nightmare." she replied as she brandished her sword and rested it on her shoulder.

" You're difficult to find, do you know that?" she went on, her eyes narrowing as her jaw set. She moved closer to the Corinthian.

" Now, you are to return with me to the Dreaming and resume your duty. No more going renegade, do this, and Lord Morpheus may show mercy on you."

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Lark is known as " The Elpis." among the Endless, being a newer creation, in which her conception was completely accidental, she has a lot to learn being the embodiment of Hope.

She was Fae before Hope, and because she investigated a strange magical anomally within the Fae Realms, it had changed her from being a simple Fae warrior, to the embodiment of Hope. This is why she can enter the Dreaming without being connected to it. Lark doesn't realize she is Hope, for the incident claimed her memory and ability to dream.

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" Aren't you the renegade nightmare who is constantly failing Lord Morpheus?" she asked as she arched a brow. She had been warned of him when she arrived at the Dreaming.

" If anyone has failed him, it is you. You can't even do your one duty without complaint."

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“A little raven has told me that you're the new envoy, is that right? You have a lot of weight on your shoulders, knowing that you'll be serving the oneiromancer.” Corinthian heavily emphasizes it, purposely adding weight to the name. “To fail our lord is something we cannot afford to do.”

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I made some updates to Lark's Sandman verse. Please read it here!!

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“I don’t like when they touch you.”

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accepting @endl0ss

A low, tired hum escaped her lips as she glanced at Morpheus. Her brows raised in amused confusion.

" I beg your pardon?" she mused. " Who do you mean?" she asked as the night at the Fae Queen's gala was coming to an end. She had danced with a few Fae males, but only at the Queen's request. Lark lifted her hand and slipped it into Morpheus' in an attempt to reassure him.

" I assure you, my lord, dancing with them is inconsequential -- a formality and a poly to get under your skin, I suspect," she said and stepped closer to him.

" Oh dear, are you truly jealous?" she asked him with a curious glance. She looked away to hide the small smile forming on her face.

" Would you like to return home? I think I've had my fill of Fae politics, the game grows tiring and I would be happier dwelling in the Dreaming." she confessed.

[princguard-a]

small starter call!

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[princguard-a]

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .

accepting @korinthiakos

" I absolutely do, nightmare." Lark retorted as she stared passively at the human corpses. The human realm was still so unknown to her and she found it overwhelming at best, but when the Dream Lord needed a task completed, she would do it without question.

" I would say you'd be at the top of my suspect list. Now come along, it is time we return to the Dreaming."

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here is Lark's new SANDMAN verse!

[oakthcrn]

I updated Lark's sandman verse. You can check it out here.

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I have you!” ( from death !! )

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accepting @melpcmene

Lark snapped her head over to Death. Her eyes wild and wide as she held her side, her bloodied face and her hands were scorched from the magic she wielded.

A group of demons came so close to the Dreaming. How? Lark was hurt but this wasn't the time to give in despite the immense pain that thrummed through her side. When she felt Death's hands upon her, she fought the urge to push her away.

❝ No--❞ she seethed through bared teeth. ❝ I'm not going with you, it's not my time yet! ❞ she snapped. However, when she realized that Death came to save her and not take her to the beyond, Lark slowly followed her.

Limping alongside her, Lark let out a grunt. ❝ I nearly had them.❞ She snapped as she watched the demons flee back to their master.

❝ But...❞ she sighed as she regained her composure. ❝ Thank you for your timely rescue.❞