#deer faun kin

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

fashion kit for : a satyr/faun with deer aspects in a masc mori kei/woodland goth aesthetic requested by @satyring

gloves | hair clips | ruffle | pants ear cuffs | coat | shirt | shoes (be sure to get some tabi socks, too)

[kthecritter]

May we have a faun (deer) kin wallpaper for our tablet! No pressure, and absolutely not forced.

-Ford

here you go, I hope you enjoy! did soft cottagecore themes since you didn’t mention a theme

[snuffedcat]

Requested by anon! I lost the ask somehow?? But hopefully I remember it correctly.. “adult sapphic fem, hyper fixated on nature / space”? It was something along those lines! Thank you Anon for your request!! :D this is right up my valley, and hopefully it’s up to expectations.

︵ ₊ Name :: Nova , Nebula , Lyra , Solara , Juno , Mercury , Willow , Fern , Cedar , Ivy , Ember , abyss , altair , astra , comette , knox , stella , stardust , jupiter , skye , pluto , milkyway, verta, clover, honey, oak , cedar , river , fawn

︵ ₊ pronouns :: she/zir/em/faer/space/planet/universe/nebula/star/shine/heat/void/cosmo/nova/astro/supernova/glow/abyss/antenna/scurry/fossil/dino/alien/spaceships/ufo/moon/ring/🌍/🌙/🪐/👽/bug/beetle/moth/deer/faun/doe/wild/leave/rain/dawn/garden/florence/flora/grass/moss/nature

︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn's rings. the star gazer, shooting star, the orbiter, prn who comes from the woods, prn who sings with birds

︵ ₊ genders :: all of the following have feminine twist to them! Stariverusa, lumicattic, lavendercosmic, multivercous, universpacic, rainynightgender, stargrapegender, spacecatdoggender, moongender, starmarked, fidgetcubic, snowstarthing, swirllstaremojigender, lumigender, consentellunyx, nocturlance, earthic, stormcomifc, purplestaric, galaxic, bloomgirl, sungirl, sproutgender, stonerthing, stargirl, biolumistarric, vinegender, pillbuggender, froggender, leafdripsoundic, foremizzlen, goblincoric, genderuttumna, dandedappline, foreststaric, forestcoric, naturegender, plantgender, floragender, komorebian, floradeeric, forestgender, naturebodiment, mossgender, naturecomfic, dreamgender, rainsleepic, hangingstaric, shakergender, rainydream,

︵ ₊ Presentation :: fem presenting. Presents as adult, snail, and alien.

︵ ₊ cisIDs :: Snail, ADHD, writer, artist, painter, harmless, kind

︵ ₊ transIDs :: autismseverity (worse), fully non-human, wheelchair user, forearm crutches user, service dog, biology researcher, biology major, Asian, time traveler, astronaut, alien, minus weight, cryptic, cryptozoologist, historian, warmbodytemp, transsummer, leafshaped pupil, planet shaped pupil, childhood, drooling, college grad, DPD, Schizotypal

︵ ₊ otherIDs :: tris autism, permahydrated, permacozy, perma living in forest, permaharmless, permaunharmed, permaadult, permaessa, sapphic

︵ ₊ ageID :: perma27

︵ ₊ physical age :: 27

︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as adult

︵ ₊ species ID :: snail, alien, beetle, cryptic

︵ ₊ physical species :: snail, human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: DPD, Schizotypal, MAA, GDS, CNSD, has a condition similar to GDS but with nature, adhd, autism

︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: Very hyperactive and manic when it becomes nighttime- will often try to stay awake only at night, misses big events in life due to space/nature, has a delusion that one of her stuffies is her child, has delusion that her ESSA talks to her

︵ ₊ paras :: 🍯🐾⚾️🧵 📚🌱🌧️

︵ ₊ functions :: interest holder, happiness holder, obliviousness holder, academic productivity

︵ ₊ sources :: N/A

︵ ₊ kins :: willow from TOH, shelly from DW

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: goblincore, cottagecore, aliennature, twillightcore, art academia, art nouveau, bloomcore, fantasy astronomy, green academia, whimsigothic

︵ ₊ likes :: all things Space, all things Nature, books, painting, earths history, bugs, journaling, learning

︵ ₊ dislikes :: ppl who are mean to bugs, debates, loud noises, misinformation, beef jerky, ham

︵ ₊ music :: crane wives, the oh hellos, the amazing devil, comso sheldrake, the paper kites, hozier, florence + the machine. folk music

︵ ₊ boundaries :: no loud noises, do not talk negative about interest, no reality checking unless trusted, be careful with touch, dont correct her during rants

︵ ₊ notable traits :: she is very bad at understanding social situations, cares deeply about those around her but sometimes cant express it right, often has a flat tone of voice

︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin with freckles, long green hair that's commonly put up into a ponytail/pigtails/braid/two braids, snail like antennas, snail shell backpack, dresses in earthy clothes with a gothic twist, sometimes dresses whimsigoth

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: h🌿ll🪐 h🪐w are 🌱🪐u?

e=🌿 y= 🌱 o= 🪐

︵ ₊ hex codes :: 9b7ba7 84a77b 3e423d dcc3e7 719593

︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🍃⛅️🏞️🌱🌿 🧺🐌🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

︵ ₊ other notes :: she's overall a very sweet and caring gal!!

[anincurabledisease]

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HI-HO !

Here it is! I'm finally free from exams, so I can write! The awaited info-dump about my delicious in dungeon OC. This includes general information, and perchance— hints of her lore, then character dynamics and what she thinks of the said characters, so it'll be very..very long.

Helena's open to interactions with other ocs or [official characters & ocs] roleplay accounts, and I plan to make a blog where I'll roleplay as her and you can ask anything or just talk to her.

P.S : I'll be treating her as if she's a canonical character in the show, and took the prompt in the wiki for the gen info and status.

Please don't mind to any grammatical errors I've made, English isn't my first language. ^^;

Info-dump is in the cut, I hope you'll check it out!

➤ [ GENERAL INFORMATION ]

NAME : HELENA

KATAKANA NAME : ヘレナ [feel free to correct me if i'm wrong!]

SPECIES : DEER/BEAST-KIN [she uniquely only has her hinds, though..like a faun, but with deer-looks.]

TALL MAN [BEAST-MAN] [TEMPORARY]

[She swapped races with Izutsumi!]

GENDER : FEMALE

AGE : 25 [I cannot for the life of me figure her estimate age in human years, but do know that she's an adult.] [I might make her older]

BORN : NOVEMBER 5TH 489

BIRTHPLACE : SOUTHEAST ARCHIPELAGO

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HEIGHT : 5'2

There's some implications she may like all genders, as she said she doesn't mind who or what her soulmate is, as long as they're both happy and well.

➤ [ STATUS ]

STATUS : ALIVE

AFFILIATION : KABRU'S PARTY [TEMPORARY]

LAIOS' PARTY

OCCUPATIONS : ADVENTURER

ARTIFICER

RELATIVES : UNNAMED TWIN BROTHER

UNNAMED FATHER [WHO'S OFTEN REFERRED TO AS A FRENZIED MAN]

UNNAMED MOTHER [WHO'S OFTEN REFERRED TO AS THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN][DECEASED]

At the very start of things, not much is said about her nor her past from her own mouth or other people's. All the others knew is that she's just a young cervitaur who's an undeniably skillful craftswoman. It was a mystery why she straight up disappeared at the beginning, implying she got separated from the others very far or purposely avoided them- to assumably get some fresh air and clear her mind from the sight of her close friend getting eaten by the dragon. It's clear that she doesn't like opening up about her past, even acting like she has memory loss and dumb.

From time to time, the party hears heavy boot footsteps echo throughout the dungeon halls, and they don't know what it is..but Helena has a nagging feeling it's something..no, someone bad. Someone she doesn't want to see, someone she's been trying to escape for too long.

[I won't be saying much, as how heavy, dark and violent it all really is It'll be posted in a separate post, if i have time]

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" Weird, it makes him oddly handsome. "

Once Laios had given Helena the invitation into the team, in which she eagerly accepts..almost like she's running away from something; she had took notice of him frequently glancing at her, but didn't think too much of it and shrugging it off. However, after reuniting with the rest and seeing his weird obsession with monsters with her own two eye-balls, a slow realization dawned onto her that the reason why Laios had stared is because she's a demi-human. A human mixed with a deer. The amount of times he's tried to reach out to her, and her thinking it was him trying to swat a fly or something, was to try and touch her deer-ears. She didn't know how to feel, hell- what to feel, even. Fondness? Gods, she hoped not. Disgust? That's harsh. For the rest of the night, she just stared at Laios like he's a three-headed monster..but he'd probably like that.

Although the more they spent time together, Helena started to like hearing about his rambles [yapping] about monsters and propely listened. It always seemed like she's the one who's 'interested' enough to 'listen' before anyway.

" I like her alot! Sometimes, it's like we're the only sane ones in this party..Chilchuck too, of course. "

Upon their 'first' meeting, they silently stole glances to one another. Finally, breaking the silence, Helena had greeted her and it felt like things and pieces just clicked at the right places. It was near to damn beautiful, I say!

They exchanged a few more words after, and before they knew it, they end up closer than before. Marcille had expressed her admiration for Helena being a craftswoman, and she'd done the same for the elf being a mage.

..but sometimes, Marcille can't help but wish Helena would recognize her and see the bright look in her face like the way things were before.

" Sweet-faced, but with a sharp tongue. That's Chil for you! He's very cute though, I like him! "

Upon their first meeting, Helena's very own first thoughts about him was..'He's short- I hope he can't read my mind.'

There were a few times, maybe once or twice [more than that, according to the half-foot], where he caught her staring and her shoulders tensing as they made eye contact, breaking it as quick as she could and looked away. Slowly, despite their contrasting differences in personalities, they got closer and had gained respect for one another. Chilchuck even helped her out of a trap, and Helena helped fix his tools.

" So talented! I'm glad he lets me help out when he's cooking. "

Upon their very first meeting, Helena seemed to be pleased that they had a new member in the party. But her enthused output and pleasantry turned to horror-struck as she saw he's cooking monsters! Helena's aware that desperate times times call for desperate measures, but she didn't think they'd stoop this low!

However, her features couldn't help but soften and turn to curious, seeing as Senshi wasn't being passionately creepy about monsters, unlike a certain tall-man, but was more passionate about cooking and providing food on the table. As more time went on, Helena couldn't help but grow nearly vulnerable seeing this dwarf feed them and eventually offered to help him cook. Senshi was hesitant, but she smiled reassuringly, saying that she doesn't mind..and is a little bored waiting around with the rest.

[ I'M SO SORRY I HAD NO MORE MOTIVATION TO DRAW THEM ]

➤ FALIN

Helena thought she was pretty. Tall enough to look at her features properly, she envies Toshiro juuust a little bit for being romantically intwined with her.

Regardless, Helena can't help but admire Falin, truly. She finds it nice that the tall-man's so talented in magic, and Falin admires her too. For not only making such craftmenship with her very own hands, but for Helena's..cuteness.

➤ TOSHIRO / SHURO

Helena doesn't know what to think of him. She wishes he knew she understood him more than she shows of, and respects his decision the very same. She wishes him well, and for him to start taking better care of himself, reminding him that he shouldn't neglect himself so recklessly.

➤ IZUTSUMI

HELENA TREATS HER LIKE A LITTLE SISTER SHE NEVER HAD!

It annoys Izutsumi to bits, and Helena had received her own fair share of cat scratches from her, but she's resilient.

Near to begrudging, however, Izutsumi respects and somewhat admires Helena's strength, or what she's shown, anyway. Unfortunately for her, the cervitaur won't stop seeing her as a little sister soon.

Thank you so much for reading <3 ! I'll be uploading more information soon, and especially her dynamic with Kabru, etc.

[revenant-coining]

Hi!! can I get otherkins on:

being a wood elf

being a forest fairy

being a wood goblin

being a satyr

being a faun (mythological)

(I forgot the name of the term but it's when you have phantom limbs/features I think) of:

having fairy wings

having elf ears

having goat/deer legs

and xenogenders based off of:

fairy grunge

cottagecore

thank you in advance!! -🦷🩸 anon

forest fairy, satyr, wood elf, & wood goblin kin flags!

we’ve made a faun kin flag here (link)!

we couldn’t find what term you were talking about (maybe you were thinking about aldernic? it’s not specific to phantom features though), so we didn’t make those

& we found a gender for fairy grunge here (link) & cottagecore here (link)!

tagging; @radiomogai

[phantasmagoria-st]

A brief summary of the story: Ewe edition

A lot of detail for a first post, but how else am I supposed to introduce things? Going to get the long winded explanation of how this started, skip the next paragraph if you don't want all that!

So I'd say this story started when I was in late high school, so 2017 we'll say, I'm horrible with time... It started off WAY differently, but we won't get into that in this post... The story evolved and has gone through at least three major plot changes, and I mean MAJOR. You can't classify them as the same story type major. But one thing has always remained (mainly). The main character: Ewe.

Ewe has ALWAYS been a sheep of some sort. She started out as a sheep-human hybrid, since the original story was all about hybrids and non-hybrids learning to coexist (basically). She's had a few redesigns, but she's always stayed pretty much the same.

Her latest design, which is being redone as I type, features her as a faun- a mythological creature with the legs of a deer. However, she's not actually a deer, she's a sheep, but those are minor details (actually quite major in the story, but that won't even be mentioned until late in the story.)

Ewe is a pretty straight forward character, on the surface. She's your average 9-10 yr old girl who enjoys dresses, painting, and spending time with her parents.

So, how does she play into the story? Well, how does the story play into her is a better question. She has a normal life, aside from being picked on for her long tail and weird fur texture; That is until her family finds and adopts another child. This child, a dragon-kin (species name subject to change) named Gale, throws their life into chaos. He's chaotic, doesn't understand boundaries, and LOVES to destroy the things Ewe spends so long making. He doesn't seem to understand how he affects those around him, and seems to feel bad when Ewe's parents scold him, but it eventually gets to Ewe. Ewe begins to space out around Des, something seems off. She can't think whenever she sees him, her parents feel distant and strange suddenly. She knows something is wrong, but she doesn't know what. That's where the story begins. Ewe discovers something about herself she'd kept hidden from everyone. Nothing within her changes, yet the world is never left the same.

[spectralstitions]

OK I FIGURED OUT THE NAMING SITUATION (For the species, anyways. Parthesa rename pending). My slowass only just realized that whatever I call the species, or whatever they're called in the """english translation""", does not have to be what they would hypothetically call themselves in their language. Why do I do these things to myself.

Anyway, like I said in my last blog entry I wanted to keep the names as simple and understandable as possible, nothing extravagant. So here's my current solution:

Fasa = critterkin

Raswa = hoofkin

Partha = birdkin

Collectively = kinfolk? Something like that?

Fae = Fae or faefolk

My thinking with the use of "kin" instead of "folk" for the more human-leaning species is that typically, when I think of a character who is, for example, birdfolk, I'm picturing a fully animal character who almost completely maintains their feral anatomy, the only difference being their upright posture and clothes. They're like, 90% animal and 10% anthro. And the results I got from searching for [creature]folk on Google reflected that. And there wouldn't be anything wrong with using folk regardless, it's a great word and I love it, but honestly as someone who is annoyed that there is literally no term in existence to describe the ratio of human to animal features reflected in my design niche except for "satyr" or "faun" which are ungulate-specific I kinda just wanted to come up with an alternative that I could hypothetically use outside of this project if I wanted. Kin is the only other common, one-syllable word that means pretty much the same thing as folk, so even though it's a little less cute I just went with it. Since Faefolk are in fact animals, allbeit mixtures of animals, I'm keeping folk in their name because it gets the image of what they are across just fine.

Birdkin is self explanatory but since I couldn't think of a catchall, one-syllable term for rodents, I went with vibes and called them critterkin. Hoofkin is the name really stumping me right now. While 90% of hoofkin are deer, there are also goat and sheep hoofkin, namely, uhhhh, one of the most important main characters. However, it's been really, really tricky trying to find a one-syllable trait that every member of the species shares without being weirdly specific. I've tentatively selected Hoofkin but not gonna lie guys I can't explain it but to me it sounds like a drug or a slur or something. I don't know. Please tell me I'm insane and nobody else thinks this because I just want to be done trying to find something haha. I couldn't think of a "vibes" word in its place, either. Wildkin is the best I could come up with, but it felt too vague. The ratio of deer to nondeer is such that it might be okay just to name them "deerkin" but the specificity doesn't feel quite right. I'm gonna keep my eye out for better words, and if anyone's got suggestions please lemme know.

Either way, LORD I am so sick of my ancient made up fantasy words haha, I'll replace them with anything at this point. Once I figure out a new name for Parthesa, I'll probably make some edits to my map/world lore post. If I do change any of the suffixes again I probably Will Not Be Making a public service announcement about it like this one, or if I do it will be either really really short or part of a different update. But I did want to make this post just to get it off my chest haha. Until next time :3

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

fashion for : a reindeer faun (sourceless) with masc-leaning androgynous fashion in pastel green, ivory, and gold with layerable warm-weather clothes and dangly jewelry

bracelet | beret | shirt | clip-on earrings necklace | shoes | jacket | pants

[black-and-silver-coffins]

Anybody else get like... Really itchy where your horns used to be? Because right now it's UNBEARABLE

[luasworkshop]

Alright alright alright *cracks knuckles* let’s see what we got here, gonna stretch it to some femme leaning NBs for completeness sake:

SEXY NAGA - Merina is fifteen feet long, enjoys long slithers on the beach, has a marvelous singing voice, and sometimes eats people.

SEXY CATBEAST - I still mean to make Norwegian Cat Vikings a thing, right?

SEXY MER-THING - Oh SO many to choose from, do you like Sharks?  Mantas?  Orcas?  Piranhas?  Turtles?  More sharks?  Yet more sharks?

SEXY SPHINX - Irina; This playful and perplexing woman has a gentle disposition despite her roundabout way of speaking.  She likes being nosy and causing benevolent confusion.

SEXY DEMON - Esquiline; Formidable and stoic, she has endured lifetimes worth of strife, but still loves the closeness and companionship of others.

SEXY ANGEL - The Bifrucated Angel; They have all the strange manner and weird quirks of their other-worldly kin, but also a kind hand and a curious disposition when it comes to human affairs.

SEXY VAMPIRE - You like just awful, awful, women, right?  Mortalis is an old guardian of forgotten things with absolutely no manners... she’s a... fixer-upper.

SEXY ORC - You’re gonna have to go to @fullyfunctionalapprentice​ for that one, he has several.

SEXY FAUN - A dreamwalker, the Illusionist haunts the realms of the unconscious, but can manifest herself if need be.  She is difficult to approach but has much to offer those who can become close.

SEXY DRIDER - Ehhhhh sorry I only have this fucko who’s overall probably too gross and weird.  I also have a proper drider but he’s a dude (he made it up above ground and is having A WEIRD TIME OF IT.)

SEXY SATYR - The Magician; a different and similarly powerful dreamwalker, her command and control of dreaming is at once intimidating as it is playful and fun.  She is drawn to dreamers with the potential for much magic.

SEXY BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN - I don’t have a specifically developed one, but I do have this one-off sketch here.  She likes fashion and flowers and deer.

Is it bad that I feel like Jinana deserves a nice Monster GF™?

[plusultrakincore]

More Pendulum Readings!

I usually would post them separately from a large post, but since we get a lot just a few hours apart I let them get to 9 and then mass post like this — I digress, check the tag or this post if you’ve sent any recently! Thank you!

🍵 | Matcha says...

— “weak yes!”

You and c would know best!!

🍡 | Mochi thinks...

— you kin A, S, and possibly Z!

Remember you’d know it best!! You’re not asking too much dw!

🍵 | Matcha believes...

— you’re werewolfkin! He thinks you may be some other type also!

Good luck figuring it all out! Sincerely, a deer-faun kin! ❤️

🍡 | Mochi says...

— that you’re elementalkin! And a “yes!” to fire!

Yes, we’re okay with it! Both of us are otherkin, and it’s on our source page! Have a great evening, good luck!

🍵 | Matcha says...

— “weak yes!” for both!

You’re welcome!! Have a good one!

🍡 | Mochi thinks...

— you’re dice, laptop, robot, and/or the club!

I don’t recall seeing this before so dw! I hope you’re able to figure it out!

🍵 | Matcha says...

— “strong yes!” for B, “weak yes!” for CS, “moderate no!” for FS!

“Someone else” was uncertain!

🍡 | Mochi says...

— “yes!” for being kin from BSD, “strong yes!” for one you think!

You would know it best!! I’m sending luck your way; come back if needed!

🍵 | Matcha thinks...

— you’re Akira Kurusu!

You don’t need to separate for pendulums, we just prefer it for editing requests like icons, etc so we can manage posts and tags! (Also tysm!! I hope you had a great day!!) ❤️

[pandoramusicbox]

Torshi  also called the “Great Green”. Torshi is a large region east of the stone trees and west of the Grandorian mountains and its foot hills. the region is also cut off in the north by the endless forest. it is a decently bit smaller in the dry lands. (roughly the size of Argentina.)    the Pass is an artificial passage that has been cut through the endless forest  connecting the northern and southern  parts of the Scalipian continent. the opening to the pass is located in the great green region. the region is lush and fertile. with a great number of green forest. there are great swaths of rolling prairie fields criss crossed with farms that bloom out around the sparse  towns scattered throughout the region. this region is home to many large nations, consisting of many small towns and city states that are ruled by an influential and powerful city that acts as the head of the country though each city state tends to pull their own neighboring towns, villages and hamlets into their own influence.   theres lots of space but the population of the region is relatively low outside of towns and cites, this leaves huge swaths of untouched land to be grazed by large herbivores, and stalked by great predators. at night star beasts and night giants roam the lands in their territories. other creatures from the endless forest also make their home in the forests and fields of the regions, plant beasts and ivelar abound and basilisks makes their nest in the branches of tall trees. hunting hares and field sparrows. because of the proximity to the endless forest theres a great deal of monstrous beasts that make their mark on the region, werewolf, raphem, and chimeric monstrosites of the forest can often pose a threat to those who travel alone over the fields and through there forests. monster hunting is a rather respected profession because of this, and with the influence of the organization it became more connected and easier to help gain aid for magic that runs amuck in the region. how magic is treated is generally diffrent depending on town, province or countries, though the general consensus is that if your species is of heaven or demon kin whatever magic or shapeshifting you naturally posses is inconsequential and issues only arise if you display magic when your species dosen’t naturally posses any and forbid the idea you where to attempt to pursue and learn magic. locally they call such magic chaos magic or dark magic, and its often highly restricted or frowned upon.  Even though there are many nations of the region, the majority of the countries speak some sort of Torshee. the language is what named the region as people of the region only refer to themselves as “those of the great green”. some species of the region - humans, a unique thing about humans and their close relatives in this region is that a lot of the diffrent towns and countries tend to have a rather unique appearances, in simpler terms there are a lot of diffrent ethnic groups in the area, in the south east skin is on the darker side and hair colors ranging in the blonds to reddish browns, while in the north the skin tone tends to be a bit lighter and people tend to have darker hair color including more blue tones like teal or grey. -elve, there are many elv in this region of the world, specifically the two most elva and alve. -eyed, the majority of eyed in this region have relatively few eyes, around 3-5 and are incredibly common. -faun, a kind of human kin, who sometimes placed as anima kin depending on who is asked. they are humans who have horns. most faun have small horns, but sometimes they are larger.  - korder elk, large deer their most notable feature are their horns, beyond just having two pairs of horns, one set on top of their head and a second set near their jaw in order to dig up roots. their horns have spots that can illuminate. - brown bears, and speckled forest bears. so bears are notably smaller animals in music box compared to their earth counter parts, at least in scalipia they are about the size of a pony, a bit larger sometimes. even though they are small they are still not a creature to be trifled with. -wild horses, fat, furry, often having chestnut, brown and golden coats, with lighter underbellies. near their manes they often have vague striped patterns. - red speckled deer, moose and small trail deer are all around, other mundane animals like badgers, fox squirrels, bramble wolves, pesk weasels, wild hogs, night doves, grouse, sparrows, rose-faced pheasants, hedgehogs, a variety o insects and small critters, raccoons, grey tip foxes, golden foxes (drylands), silver back foxes (Grandora), mores, and tree-climbing pangolin. -prong horns, they are more found towards the drylands but their migratory paths take them into the great green during the dry season of the dry lands as they search for food and water. these antelope are fat but mainly preyed upon by prauds. as they are the only preditor that can keep up with their speed.  - Aurochs. these are giant wild cows. they surprisingly only have some overlap in range with the woodland bison. - bassel crocodiles. small pigmi crocodiles who live in more marshy regions, they don’t tend to pose any decent danger to humans, they have great camouflage that looks like logs,  its been reported that their scales can rearrange themselves to change their camouflage. - giant land crabs, they are big and their shells can be found littering the planes often be mistaken for large rocks. they then to be more grey and brown in color rather than the reds of their sea-bound relatives. they are also found in the endless forest. one dose not want to get between two male crabs battling. the males are notably larger than the female crabs. they also taste quite good, though some people refrain from eating them due to thoughts that they are the pets of gods, while others regard them as dirty due in part tho that they eat decomposing material and burry themselves in mud, also their foaming mouths are rather intimidating. they resemble a number of crab species but most like hermit crabs, coconut crabs and blue crabs.  - prauds: speedy creatures, they have long tails and speckled patterns they look a lot like giant cats. in their coat they have thick brissels that can channel an electric current when threatened. - forest lions, the name is deceptive they roam in small packs of 4-9 individuals. they mostly prowl around at night, and mainly hunt the midsized game.   -duelos, the shapeshifting demons that are two or more people sharing a single body.  -orcs, are in many regards simular to wild swines, but they have a diffrent body build, with thick arm-like forelegs ending in long claws they use for things like shoveling through hard dirt, and moving stones.  they are less intelligent than the wild hogs, but are decent climbers when trees are big enough to support their weight. -temacrans, more common towards the Grandorian foot hills, these underground dwelling creatures have long necks that they can stretch and retract as needed, they are opportunistic ambush predators, and will mainly eat hares and small creatures, but some larger specimens will eat large creatures.  -morphlings, creatures often humanoids, who have the ability to shape shift into another creature often a creature native to their local area, so say that morphings are a lot like the Astoria, where spirits of the animals they shape-shift into possess the person as a baby and then lives with their host for the rest of their life. others say morphlings come about from ancient cross breeding of vampiers and humans and other still say its due to a witches curse. some morphings are sometimes mistaken for tailed and vise versa. - drakes and wyverns, they are not incredibly common in the region but they do have their local territories. drakes tend to prefer deep forests and swampy places while the wyverns like the more open fields.  -not deer, strange creatures that are predators, they mimic the appearance of creatures they hunt, deer. deer are their preferred prey. but they have been seen to eat other things, they attach themselves to a host that they kill and slowly eat, and will puppet the body to bring it closer to its next prey before striking out. when not attached to a body they appere as a rather jellyfish like, but with lots of teeth and four eyes. the more their host body decomposes the more obvious their strangeness becomes. its unknown weather or not these creatures are intelligent as sometimes they act like it. - imps, bat winged people with ever dwindling numbers. they have large sensitive ears, keen eyes that can see in the dark, and long thin tails that end in tufts of fur. though they prefer to live closer to the stone trees they do migrate out over the great green.   - keredeshi vampires, they are close relative to the vampiers in the north but have some notably diffrent features, for one their ears tend to be notably pointed and often have grey freckles and skin discolorations, also most notably is the different shape their wings of dread take, as they are more jagged and bat-like compared to the more butterfly like wings of the vampires in the north. - woodland bison, rather large furry creatures with beep curly fur. they have a pair small curled golden horns with several tendril like whiskers near the mouth. these tendrils are used for feeding, as though the woodland bison are mostly grazers, they do eat other things outside of just grass, technically making them mixed feeders. the bison are much too heavy to  attempt to stand on their hind legs to feed on the leaves of low hanging branches, and absolutely can not climb tree. instead the tendrils can be used to strip leaves and bark and moss in harder to reach places, they usually have anywhere fro. two to eight of these tendrils. - giant snails, also acid snails and just generally highly decretive shells. many of them live in the deep marsh, and in the mossy forest. 

(all photos are stock photos and are used only to help in visualization, if a photo is not a stock photo it was not known to me)

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Here Comes the Boom

Title: Here Comes the Boom - Kidge Week 2017 Day 6 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Keidge Summary: Pidge and Keith get assigned to save a hostage and it doesn’t go quite as planned. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. AN: This went totally different than I planned but it still turned out kinda cute.

Getting separated from the team was always a risky, stressful situation.

It was worse when he was on his own, but this time he at least had Pidge with him; albeit with the addition of a native toddler, but it was still better than being alone. They had landed on a planet under Galra control and been able to convince the native people – Trabbotians, as he recalled – to agree to help them fight. Their young Prince had made one request, however; rescue the young Prince’s beloved baby neice, whom had been kidnapped and held hostage by the Galra in a recent attempt at rebellion by the people.

“Please,” Prince Antecrodius had pleaded in a shaky, tearful tone, “dear Vonnettella is the only kin I have left in this world. Perhaps it is wrong of me to ask strangers such as yourselves to help right a mistake I myself made, but I… I cannot stand the thought of what those fiends could be doing to her.”

Keith had reached out and settled a hand on the other male’s shoulder. “We’ll do all we can to get Vonnettella back for you,” He promised the other, smiling gently at the grateful tears in the other’s large, dark eyes.

The plan was to take Red in and save the small Trabbotian child, as Red was the fastest. Pidge had gone along to assist in hacking into the ship and tracking the child down. She hadn’t been very hard to find once they hacked inside; she was wailing something fierce and there was a heavy sentry guard set in front of her cell. Keith made quick work of the sentries while Pidge hacked open the doors. Vonnettella had been cowering in the far corner, her little ears tipped down and nearly invisible in her hair. The poor thing was terrified and had to be carried out by Pidge, too afraid to even unfurl form the ball she’d formed.

It was when they got back into Red that things went awry.

The Galra had sent out an entire fleet to chase after Red alone while the other three tried to defer fire. Keith and Red had tried their best to get away – using every little piloting trick they had up their sleeve to sneak away – but in the end luck wasn’t on their side. The sky of the planet had grown dark, and just then it began a downpour. One strong flash of lightening came down right along the back of Red’s neck, sending her systems into overdrive before fizzling out. As they went down, Keith had grabbed Pidge to pull her and Vonnettella closer to him, hoping to keep them both from receiving too many injuries in the crash.

Thankfully enough, they were mostly just shaken up as opposed to hurt by the rough landing. Red had just enough energy to get herself upright and get them a cave to hide in before her body gave up and she slumped to the ground. “You okay, girl?” He asked worriedly.

He felt gentle reassurance from Red in the back of his mind just before her shield flickered to life; it wasn’t much comfort, but it did help him feel a bit better. He turned to look at Pidge, whom had shifted away from him a bit to lean against one of the walls of the cockpit and slide down. Vonnettella clutched tighter to Pidge, letting out a nervous little whimper. “Shiro, it’s Pidge. How are things out there?” She asked into her helmet. Keith felt concern when he only heard her words as they echoed around the cockpit as opposed to in his helmet as well. She waited then winced a bit and tugged off her helmet. “I think my communicator got knocked out of place or something. Any word over yours?”

He tried checking his own but only received static. He shook his head at her then leaned closer to look at Vonnettella worriedly. “No word. How is she holding up?” He asked.

Pidge turned her attention toward the small Trabbotian in her arms. The Trabbotians were similar to what fauns were typically portrayed as, only the animal attributes were not based on goats but rather deer. Vonnettella had curled her little deer-like legs into her chest and her ears twitched up briefly when she realized they were both looking at her. “You doing okay?” Pidge asked, reaching up to gently push some hair out of her face.

The small child responded by pointing and opening her mouth and letting out a small squeak.

“Are… Are you hungry?” Keith asked as he got out of the pilot’s chair and approached them.

She turned and looked at him, ears flopping back down a bit before nodding meekly.

“Do you have any rations? Would the rations even be safe for her to eat? Did you happen to catch how similar to human… Er, Altean… Genetics the Trabbotian are?” Pidge asked worriedly, glancing from Keith to Vonnettella.

“No, but I’m sure there’s gotta be something in here that she can eat,” He said with a small sigh, heading over to the small emergency kit they all kept in their Lions. Inside they kept first aid kits, emergency flares, small food rations and other such items, just in case they needed them. He opened his own food ration kit and rummaged through. There were a few packages of some kind of jerky, some juice pouches, but also a few granola bar-esque item. It was mostly fruits and nuts so he figured that’d be his best bet, since he wasn’t sure if Trabbotians were herbivores. He grabbed two bars, a juice pouch, and headed over to join Pidge and Vonnettella. “Here, let’s see how this treats you.” He said, tearing open one of the bars and offering it to her.

She took it and started chowing down with such eagerness that it was heartbreaking. “Were they even feeding her?” Pidge grumbled angrily as he settled down beside her.

“Probably not enough,” He said as he punctured the pouch with the straw. Vonnettella perked up and licked her lips a bit, having already devoured the bar and abandoned the wrapped in her lap. She tried to reach for the other bar but he offered her the juice pouch instead. “Here, have a sip or two of this first, sweetie.” He said softly.

She whimpered but took the juice pouch, chugging down half of it before pointing at the bar again. Pidge hummed as she watched Keith open the second bar and switch it with the pouch. “You’re really good with kids,” She commented quietly.

He perked up and shrugged. “It’s not hard. You just be nice to kids,” He said gently. He then looked over toward Red’s eyes and stared out at the downpour outside. “Huh, it’s really coming down out there. Hopefully it lets up soon.” He mumbled.

“Ta’tol,” Vonnettella mumbled softly, a hint of a needy whine to her tone. With their communicators down, they couldn’t exactly understand the language of the Trabbotians, but they had a thought of what she was implying.

“She must miss her family. I mean, last time she saw them they were in battle with the Galra,” Pidge chimed softly.

Keith hummed and reached down to gently ruffle Vonnettella’s hair. She perked up and looked up at him curiously. “We’re gonna get you back to your family. This storm will blow over soon enough and then you can go home where it’s safe. I promise,” He said, gentle and passionate. She watched him, her light brown eyes shining in a mix of confusion from being unable to understand him. It seemed, however, that his point got across through tone as her ears perked up and she smiled back at him after a moment.

He and Pidge exchanged small smiles of their own, leaning their shoulders against one another, and hunkering down to wait it out.

[tarotkinreads]

hello! im faun kin (like the half-human half-deer kind) and i was hoping for some general insight into what my life was like? thank you so much!!

No problem, I asked the cards and this is what they gave me:

Past: Three of Swords

Your younger years were not kind to you, the aura around this period of your life was tense and uncomfortable, and you felt almost trapped. Perhaps you or someone close to you were betrayed and it had heavily effected you since. Maybe you went through heartbreak or your family had divided, which lead to devastating effects to your attitude. 

Present: The Devil

You carried that sorrow throughout your life and you had problems letting go. You ended up having an almost pessimistic view towards life, and tended to blame every problem you faced on something else or on outer forces instead of what really was the problem, and sometimes it was you. Whatever had happened when you were younger never really got out of your life, and you had problems not letting it affect you. You had almost accepted this mindset.

Future: Knight of Pentacles

You eventually moved past that area in your life, however maybe a little too late. It still shaped the way you did things, you had a need for perfection out of fear of something like that happening again. You were a hard worker and also often worked a lot in order to distract yourself, but this lead to distance and awkwardness with others. You had only a few friends because of this.

Sorry for such a negative reading, but I hope this helps !

[therealvagabird]

Confrontation in the Faerie Court

A short story about fey folk, by C. Christiansen.

           The murmur of the great hall was like the rustling of fresh leaves—soft, smooth, though full of vigor and debauched joy. Wine, sap, the dampness of morning, and other pleasing smells flowed among the gathered fey like so many rain-fed streams, swelled with joy at the coming springtime. In the court of the deep-woods, where the spirits and elves of the Green gathered in reverie, all was painted in the fresh hues of new life. Soil rich and black, sprouting forth a soft and verdant bed of clover upon which the courtiers strode with treads lighter than dewdrops, the green of the floor blending up through new moss-growths and ivy to the hearty trunks that supported and sheltered the hall, their bark hard and their limbs stiff, as the ancient and massive arboreals shook off the last grasps of winter. Even those elements of the hall which bled no green or showed no sway seemed rich with life, as the very boulders and walls of the building stitched themselves together by the cracks with fresh creepers, and their glittering surfaces reflected back the beaming light that filtered through the canopy in a dazzling display of so many gemstone raindrops. Were one not of the woodfolk, it could be troublesome telling where the bounds of wild nature ended and the intricate architecture of the fey began. Harmony was the heart of the overgrown artistry—more ruin than building, yet more a gilded frame for their festive gathering than a necessary shelter.

           Above the mingling of tree-bloods and masked faeries, of sprites and nymphs and beastkin, sat the royal couple, on their thrones of root and horn—though such distinctions blurred amongst the green-elves, who were neither flesh nor fiber. They were two the lords of these deep woods, which they called Aill na Oltu, the king and queen of those lands and people they knew and cared for. Fresh-faced, young, radiant sat the Lady Ljos, first daughter of the King Aulberros of the northern marches. Her crown was adorned with the white blooms of spring, and her antlers grew small but sturdy, already freed of the down of late-winter, when she was but a child once more. Beside her, dwarfed on the very throne he had filled with grandeur but a season before, sat her husband, Lord Carnayn, who’s childlike form lounged in forgone resignation, so far was it from the image he had gathered in his broad Hunts. To the far south he was the Dhul-Siad, the Horned Hunter, who rode across the skies of the northern grasslands in the high summer whenever the want took him, and to the far north as the Ded Boreos, or Morozkh, who brought the chill of winter to the highlands and fields, to mont and steppe alike.

           Such titles were meaningless in truth—loans from myths of mortals that the ancients adopted with pride. Lord and Lady alike were but one facet of the Great Mother and Father—of whom the hills and dales of Aill na Oltu were but one holding amongst many.

           “M’Lady! M’Lord!” an elf-kindred strode up the stone steps to the foot of the thrones, his strides long and birdlike, an image furthered by the grand mask of feathers he wore, and the troupe of songbirds that fluttered about his mantle. “Have you no requests? The choir, the orchestra, they wish to lift the spirits of the Reborn Lord.” He bowed to Carnayn, who scratched at one of his mossy horn-stubs. Still as early in the spring as it was, the woodsie royal looked nary older than a human child of eight, as his re-coronation was but a month past.

           Ljos, who resembled more a woman of ripe marrying age, beckoned forth the maestro, past the high guard, who stood stoic amongst the party with legs of wood and pikes of jet. The lady whispered something into his ear, the feathers that grew from the point of which plucked up at the sound.

           “If that should please him. I’ll inform the hornists.” He bowed, swirling back as his cape fanned and he glided down back into the fray of the bacchanal, coasting to his parapet above the assemblage of musicians, outfitted with the bizarre and mystical instruments of the woodland coterie. Glass-stringed harps of horn; violins looking as though they’d not be carved, but plucked from a branch; cornets and flutes of ivory bone, all inlaid with amber, charcoal engravings, or hung with colorful feathers. Drums sounded, resonant and unmeasured, formed of hollow stones, fallen logs, and yet more bones—removed from their grim appearance by the sheer craftsmanship and reverence of those creatures who had provided the fate-given gifts.

           The conductor whistled like a trilling frog, gathering the attention of the band, who’d been ambling on with loose improvisation. With a flick of his baton—one of the talons on his own finger—he parted the air like water, magic rippling out through the green light about him. At the wave of his other hand, twinkling lights like swirling fish issued forth and scattered amongst the ensemble, the glowing pixies whispering in ears the next song to be played. Hornists’ chests swelled, and the branch-waifs of the choir lilted and grinned in anticipation.

           The audience looked on, aware of the sudden silence that announced the beginning of a proper song.

           “To the springtime, M’Lord!” the conductor called back to the throne, “And to the summer it will issue! May your anticipation for the Great Hunts to be held begin today!” he snapped his finger, and the booming declarations of horn-trumpets and drums reverberated in a grand opening, as the wistful, valkyrian sopranos floated out over the invigorated crowds.

Upon the hawkish wings of wind, he flies

Between the thundering rains of summer’s heat!

With bow of gleaming white he sees his prize

Upon hart-back he leads the hunters fleet!

Thunder signs the Wild Hunt!

Lightning signs the Wild Hunt!

Singing signs the Wild Hunt!

All the bonds of nature

The rains of justice of the Hornèd King

Hail to freedom! Hail to the Faerie King!

           Carnayn looked to his bride with an admission of pleasure. He continued to lounge in silent enjoyment, however, than risk any more dramatic motion coming off as childlike bouncing. The subjects of his court were happy, they were nourished and watered, and he still had the whole of spring to drink deep of the waters of new life, and prepare himself for rides and revelries to make the summer his.

           As the music swelled to its finish, in a suitable and dramatic fashion for the lord, a dissonance pierced in amongst the sopranos just before their climax, persisting onwards into the orchestral finish, howling out amongst the strings and drums. A voice, a clear vocal tone that moved forward, cutting through the air just as the figure who carried it cut through the crowd that had but now realized it was barging through them in the first place.

           “eeeEEEYAAAAA—BUM BAM—barumda baddum BAM—BAAAAAA—” his screech cut off at the song’s premature ending, the haughty musicians insulted in the highest at the disharmony. The conductor himself swirled around with all the fury of a ruffled owl, to stop—pale faced and wide-eyed—at the sight.

           Standing like a pillar of ivory amongst the much more diminutive wood-fey was as jagged and discordant a form as the note he’d held. Dwarfed only by the tree-kin, the creature’s face was the sole part of its form not encased in its bonelike coat of plates, its skin a blackened shade offset from total pitch by the faintest hint of green, while its hair—though long and formed into elegant cascades—was yellow-grey and stringy. Its eyes peered out from the void of its dark face like two pink embers. Close observation could see that lining the lids of its burning eyes seeped a burgundy liquid in place of tears—a similar liquid that seemed to be crusted amongst the joints of its armor, and ran in the occasional rivulet like thickened wine. Over his harsh and bladed mantle, he wore a robe of a black-green to match his skin, crafted of fine silk, though frayed and burnt at the very edges, just as his ivory boots were stained by a mixture of soot, and his own ichor. The creature’s scent preceded him, aroma like sweetened rot; and behind him the faint wither of his passage stained the otherwise immaculate clover.

           “You dare enter my hall?” Lord Carnayn hissed down from his dais, delicate hands clutching at the carved wolf-visages that were set into his armrests.

           “I was quite enjoying that stupid little symphony. Did you not approve of my additions?” the creature’s bemused smile was razor sharp, as its eyes traced between the conductor and the king.

           “In spring? Upon this festival?” the Lord of the Hunt spat again.

           The figure seemed to roll his eyes, casting them up to the black horns upon his own forehead. These were not the noble antlers of the royalty—but two spiral-knives protruding from his brow, ridged with bizarre spikes. “I was informed of a conjunction.” He sneered back, nose upturned, “You should know of such an event, should you not? Here? Beneath the sky, better than one who spends his days deep beneath the blackest stones?” his grin returned, foul and painful, “I understand you tree-hoppers are uncultured, but please! Look up for a change—treetops and sunlight can’t be much more boring than stalactites.”

           “What do you want, Exile? Why have you intruded upon our hall? Who do you answer to?” Ljos’ imperious gaze was ireful and stern. The Exiles, the deepest-fey, were not welcome in any court—not even those they kept themselves, such was the prevalence of their trickery and foulness. She pitied the very soil that had to support its charred boots.

           “Answer to? Why myself, first and foremost—” his eyes drifted off, wistful, “Oh, but you must mean who has told me to come here, and stain my boots with deer shit.” His look was midway between a grimace and a sneer as he looked to a pairing of fauns—clad in as immaculate a garb as any other courtier. “That would be Lord Alkhayt the Vile, the sovereign of the Spider’s Halls, Duke of the Long Wail and the Bloody Purl; and commander of the wrought fanes of many a coven.” The creature coughed for a moment, wiping the burgundy liquid from its mouth, “Other titles as well, though they cannot be spoken here.” He looked to a dwarfish sprite, who’s wide eyes were fixed on his sharp movements, “Or maybe yes? How strong is your stomach?”

           “Then who is the sycophant we’ve been sent?” Carnayn glared.

           “I am Dokk’Seqer, foremost speaker of the War-Coven of Azdahag.” His bow was high and elaborate, “Here upon the soon-eve of this grand astral event to offer you colloquy on matters most pressing.”

           “We will grant no time nor audience to the ravings of the exiles. Leave now, before you spoil the bed of undergrowth itself, and sour our guest’s wine.” Ljos commanded, her olive hands drifting out of long, mint-silk sleeves to grab for her stave—a branch of living cypress.

           “I think you’ll find things far more sour in your beds and cups if you do not heed my words!” Dokk’Seqer jabbed a blade-digit of his gauntlet forward, “Perhaps it won’t be me!” He hissed some broken laugh at his own attempted humor, looking around for any minor snicker to compliment his own. His disappointment fell on one random elf-maiden among the crowds, “I’ll bite out your heartstrings, you humorless kashir—” though his curse was left unfinished as the utterance of the word prompted another spurt of burgundy from his lips.

           Ljos just shook her head. The creature was unsettling even to look out, like all of the dark kin. It’s every adornment given over to the elegance of inflicting pain, and announcing its own superiority—its appearance straddling the line between unnatural and beautiful—a trait shared by all the fey folk, though in the case of the exiles, it was by the harsh touch demonic.

           “I need no help from deep-forged war machines or black magics upon my Hunts.” Carnayn called down from his seat, “And lest you seek the threaten me beneath the very boughs of my own court, there is no threat which the peoples of the Green cannot fight themselves. Neither you, nor your masters, have any power within my wood.”

           “Well—” Seqer chuckled, “Somewhat true. But tell me, lest I blow you away with my enlightenment prematurely: how have the last years been out on the Hunt? Many blasphemers dragged off? Defilers shot down? How often have you heard the strum of harps and the call of flutes—next to how many times you’ve heard the trundle of mills and the clang of—church bells?” he spat, the spittle sizzling upon the poor clover.

           Carnayn squinted at him, youthful face trying its hardness to match the ancient fury that lied within its golden-green eyes.

           “You’re had boy-king!” Seqer laughed, “Your forests dwindle and the realm of mortals grows like so many delicious rats swarming over the rotting corpse of a voluptuous maiden.” It drooled, “The grand empires of humanity, so taken with purity and civilization care nothing for your power. Soon they’ll be tramping through these deeplands—for good this time!—and be having you like they have their altar boys back home.”

           The arm of the spring-lord flexed with hidden muscle as he went for his greatbow, midway through nocking an arrow when Ljos, of all, put her hand up to stop her husband’s wrath.

           “What do you know of these things? Do you think the humans and their kind would be so foolish as to forget where they’ve come from? Or do your lords and ladies and—other fiends—fear for their own safety, faced with the searing light of the mortals’ faith? Tell me: how many of your ilk have been sent out to pollute the world? What of the northern forests, and the grey-fey?”

           Pointed gauntlets rested on the demon’s chest in a haughty gesture, “You’ll find many of your sap-blooded ilk agree with our attestations and plans. You think I would be so stupid as to point it out as—frankly as I have?”

           “I think you would be so arrogant.”

           “You commune with corruptive forces! Whatever aspirations the mortals harbor, they will fall in time to the balance of nature! You fall outside the Wheel, you would see us all wither, like the once-mortals in the Drained Lands! Or in the Knives of Urs!”

           “Necromancers?” the exile blew a raspberry, waving his arm in a gesture so dismissive his very elbow bent backwards upon itself—a motion he seemed to find of little discomfort, “Please, Lord Catamite, you give us too little credit. Though—” he scratched at his horned chin, “We might have heard rumors that there’s been much blood shed between them and the barbarian tribes. Mmm, to think—with the northern shamans dead, and the southern raiders gone, who would be left to carry on the reverence of the woods? Or to stem the tide of the mortal empire?”

           “Then perhaps you should go parlay with them, if you’re so hell-bent on killing humans.” Carnayn still gripped at his throne, “And then when your blackened machines attempt another crusade we can have a repeat performance of the old wars, and my trees will have bone meal aplenty to feed on, and I can carve the names of another thousand demons onto the horns within my trophy-hall!”

           “I see you are more obsessed with your own traditions than you are in survival.” Dokk’Seqer frowned as if he had smelled something fowler than himself, “You’d turn down your own soul-kin and let the pathetic feet of mortals trod all over you. A dark alignment is coming! You scoff at the power and fear you could command of the mortals, how much you could show them true nature of the world they live in, and the very stars and planets align for you! But no, you think you would just—wait? Wait while a Black Hunt could be yours? Perhaps you have even less sense than the death-mages, it’s true.”

           Ljos stood up, staff held with commanding yet languid grip.

           “I remember the times when our kinds could cavort together, unbothered by the machinations of the primitive humans.” Seqer’s sigh was overemphasized and harsh, “Orgies for weeks, Wild Hunts that actually took captives and didn’t just—parade about the sky for the sake of it, actual bloody craftsmanship.” He sneered around the palace, “And now what? You live in a ruin? The Fane of Azdahag would put this place to shame. The Spider Halls—have you been? They sing more beautifully than the sad screeching of this orchestra.”

           “Leave!” Ljos commanded, her voice darkening, “You have no place nor purpose here. I am not above killing a messenger just for insolence. Tell your lords they can wage war on their own, and expect no harbor in the forests.”

           The demon-kind threw his hands up, shaking his head, “Sad, sad fools. If you insist. But when your woods burn I will be there amongst the Blackened Host, to laugh and cavort like these were the First Days.” He spun around to kick up his cape, proceeding back the way he came, to the enchanted arch of the hall’s entrance, the crowds parting before him. “Mmm, hello.” He stopped for half a moment in front of an elf dancer, “Make my trip less disappointing? The trip to the Slave Pits is an exciting one—”

           “LEAVE!” Ljos boomed after him, sending the creature on his way, and the courtier disgusted.

           The air shimmered with a crackling snap as the dark-fey moved under the arch of the exit, dissipating back to whatever wayshrine he had come from.

           Awkward silence reigned in the court for a good few minutes, interspersed by distressed murmuring as the royal couple overserved in spirit.

           It is never a good sign when the exiles seek audience. I expect foul play. Carnayn posited.

           The only play of the demon-breeds is foul play. We will protect our lands as we always have. We’ve no other foes, and the dark ones are alone in their fight. Ljos assured her consort.

           I will be sure to raze the imperial lands that lie upon the marches. The Hunt will be a long one this year. If a dark conjunction does occur, I will take advantage of it. It is only an exile who thinks such events can only be used by fell sorcerers.

           Be cautious, my love.

           Ljos stood again, and waved her staff in conjuration of a warming light.

           “Not even the foul words of one such as that will spoil the celebrations of the Green!” Ljos smiled, and none could see what little concern flickered in her eyes, “Our power watches over you, and your love shall shield yourselves. Dance again, and cast off the worries of winter and the deep. It is spring!”

           Laughs arose as drinks were raised yet again, and the conductor smoothed out his feathers to begin a new tune. The hall of the faerie lord was alive again, as the harmony of nature once more took hold of the courtiers’ hearts, as only it could with the forest-children.

—

           With the conclusion of the chant, the roiling black subsided, and the pool within the center of the room grew glass-still once more, as the dark smoke dissipated across the floor or up into the high vaults of the ribbed ceiling. The black-cloaked forms of the Council of Seven sat back into their ebony chairs, each one unique and hideous in their own way—both the councilors and their thrones.

           “We may now begin.” The head of the horseshoe-shaped table—Lord Muvad—announced, pale hands crossed. Everything about him was sharp, from his pale and inhuman face, to his filed and dirty nails. “I believe that Councilor Krex has many things to say about progress on his Black Chariots, but first, if Councilor Vomengro would update us on the findings of his northern spies?” The figure invited another of the black-cloaks around the table, the one known as Vomengro, distinguished by hiding even more of his flesh under black, silken gloves, and a white death-mask formed as a bird-like face.

           “As you should all know; I have many eyes—especially in the lands of Urs.” The gaunt-masked councilor began, his nasal and rasping voice in opposition to the smooth baritone of the council head, “The forces of the Ancient One are entangled with the shamans of the northern tribes. With its hunger sated on the blood of barbarians, we will be free to maintain our own order until such time as we can take advantage of the imminent conjun—”

           “GENTLEMEN!” A voice rang out through the dingy assemblage, snapping the heads of the gathered necrocracy, “And—ladies?” the demon-elves, in tandem, stepped from the shadows, the one in a green cloak holding a quizzical tilt in reference to the two slighter figures among the thrones—one necromancer so old and withered as to be either crone or codger, and the other’s flesh concealed under armor of dark iron.

           “What foolish deep-dweller dares intrude upon this council?” Muvad railed.

           “You have not been permitted entry! This is against all ritual!” one of the men, with sagging white skin and black lips, spat out.

           “Oh pardon us.” One of the two fey mocked, this one marked by a red cape, “It’s just we felt there were matters at hand that were less soul-rapingly dull.” It looked around, “You do realize colors exist other than black?”

           “State your allegiances, elves! And do not commit mockery within our own domain!” the vampiric Muvad speaker ordered.

           “Why should we grant audience to such petulant demons, when there are important matters at hand?!” Vomengro hissed.

           “You can talk about idiotic schematics, and cowering from you dread father later. We bear actual news on this astral eve. News of mortals and fey-kin.” Dokk’Seqer spoke up, “That I believe would be of interest to your rotting old ears.”

[fluttergayy]

I’m gonna go for it too !! I’m honestly happy to share memories and such

Q: What is your name?

A: I’m Kass !

Q: How did you find your kintype?

A: well...I’ve always had a strong connection to deer(and I am deerkin!) but I was researching deer-like mythical creatures and I came across fauns. I noticed that their structure and everything matched the phantom limbs I sometimes feel and then it just kinda clicked..I was like “Oh...I’m Faunkin...that’s why I walk upright in some of my memories...”

Q: When did you know?

A: I honestly don’t know?? I have a hard time with time but I think it was around my freshman or sophomore year of high school.

Q: How long have you been a part of the online community?

A: I created my first kin blog sometime last year but I was very innactive on it and I eventually deleted it when I abandoned my old blogs.

Q: Do you have more than one?

A: Yep ! However, my “main” kin is faunkin. I’m also kin with deer and mermaids !

Q: How does that work?

A: hmm..I’ve never really thought about it ‘critically’ before..I guess I’d put it like this: most of the time I feel as if I’m in the wrong body and I’ll get flashbacks of a life I’m not currently living. Based on the phantom limbs, memories, etc. I have to figure out which kin I’m feeling at the time.(which is usually faunkin)

Q: Do you have any memories?

A: I have a lot of memories but one really stood out the most to me from my past life as a mermaid. Basically it involves a female pirate captain that fell overboard from her ship during a battle and I fell in love with her but she feared me.(there’s more but it’s kind of difficult for me to explain things)

Q: Does anyone know?

A: no one irl

Q: What did you look like?

A: I had the fur color of a white tailed deer and had the tail of one too. I wore a belt made of animal hide and no shirt. My hair was long, brown, and naturally curly. I had deer-like ears that were almost always perked up and I had medium sized antlers.

Q: Do you have phantom limbs?

A: yep ! They come and go but they are usually there.

Q: what are they?

A: I usually can feel my antlers, ears, hooves, and tail.

Q: How strongly can you feel them?

A: I can usually feel them very strongly unless I’m doing something that I need to have full focus on.

Q: Do they affect your daily life?

A: sometimes walking is a bit difficult but I’m used to it at this point. I also constantly feel through my hair because it feels so weird that my antlers aren’t actually there.

Q: What makes you feel closer with you kintype?

A: Nature, plants(even fake ones), I’m also in the process of making cosplay faun legs so I can feel closer to my kin...eating salads and certain types of meat, listening to Peter Gundry’s album “The Dream Weaver” bc it has music that has a very forest-y vibe to it.

Q: Is your kintype a psychological, spiritual, or past life?

A: Definitely a past life.

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