Lost.
That word echos through your mind as, tired and hungry, you stumble through the woods, branches scratching at your exposed skin at any chance they get. The trees are thick and the night around you is pitch black. You see what looks to be a clearing up ahead, so you quicken your pace. You get closer and closer until you break through the trees. What lies before you is a small snye, with what looks to be a... A giant mushroom? Yes, there's a giant mushroom at it's center! What luck! With what little energy you have left, you run towards it and latch yourself onto it's surface, biting it's stem...

What are you doing?

A Xweetok pokes her head out of a door built into the mushroom (which you hadn't noticed before...) and glares at you.

This is my home! You can't just waltz up to it and start gnawing on it!

You turn to face the Xweetok and stammer out an appology. When you take a closer look, you can see she looks almost like a witch. You can't really put your finger on it, but she has this sort of "witchy air" about her as she looks at you. Hey, this all seems very familiar... You can vaguely remember this happening somewhere else. But you wave away that thought and ask the Xweetok, "Are you a witch?" She laughs.

A witch? Pheh. I'm much more practical. Now, come in. I have some /real/ food inside.

She disappears through the doorway. Well, what else do you have to lose? You follow her inside, and as soon as your clear the entrance, the door slams shut behind you.

[ Protagonist ]



-[ Name Veher
-[ Alias None
-[ Age You know it's improper to ask a lady her age...
-[ Coat Faerie
-[ Species Xweetok
-[ Height (at shoulders) 3'6" ft
-[ Quote Get off my lawn!

-[ History There is none.
-[ Personality Likes to keep to herself.
-[ Design Wears a headband with a moon/circle symbol underneath. Star henna on back. Ends of antenae glow.
  • Candles
  • Mushrooms
  • the Snye
  • Tea
  • Henna
  • Dust
  • Spices
  • Noise
  • Intruders
  • Gikerots


[ Faerie Tale ]

Before

I've always been fascinated by magic.
Mum used to tell me and Emerald a lot of stories when we were young. There were always heroic princes, evil sorcereres, and naïve princesses mixed in. I guess that's how my interest was sparked. Em always used to gush on and on about how someday /she/ would be a brave sorceress. I'd always tell her to shut up. There was really no such thing as magic. The truth is, I wouldn't have minded being a sorceress, either. But I was older than Em. And as the older sibling, it was my job to crush her hopes and dreams like that. It was the way things were.

Back then, we lived in a one-roomed cottage out in the woods. It wasn't far from the town, but not many others lived close by. That was because the trees were too thick and too many to be easily chopped down. We'd have to walk to school along a winding path through the woods no matter what the weather. Sometimes, if there was a blizzard and that path became inpassible, Mum would home-school us. We had a small garden out in the back where we grew most of our food. We even had a few chickens. But when winter came around, we'd have to go into town every week to get our supplies. Even in a blizzard. "An education is flexible, but if you don't get your daily nutrition, you won't grow." That was Mum's motto whenever me and Em grumbled about hiking into town.

Sure, our little cottage had it's fair share of problems, but we loved it all the same. Every night, we would start a fire and Mum would lull us to sleep with one of her stories. In our minds, you could never replace that. Those nights was the closest thing to magic I knew.

But, just like that, Mum was gone. So was our cottage. Both went down in a forest fire while me and Emerald were away at school. We had no one to care for us anymore. And no one to tell us stories. The magic was gone like it had never existed. So I started a story of my own.


Chapter 1

Story here (:


Chapter 2

Story here (:



[ Companion ]

This is Ginseng. He's a Gikerot. I wouldn't really call him /my/ Gikerot, because I don't usually feed him or anything, but he likes to hang around here. I don't even know if he's a /he/... There's no way to tell with Gikerots. Pesky little thing. Doesn't do anything interesting at all. I don't have the slightest clue as to why Emerald gave him to me, but I guess I should thank her because it gets rather lonely here. He sits on the windowsill all day long, but he'll occasionally get up to go find something to eat. Lightmites are his favorite snack. One day, I might need 'Dried Gikerot' for one of my spells; I'll feel no remorse when I use Ginseng. But don't tell Emerald that. She'll freak.





One Lightmite keeps following Ginseng around. Why doesn't he eat it?




[ Relations ]










This Xweetok is Emerald. She's my younger sister. Well, by a few minutes, anyway. I refuse to live with her. She's such a scatterbrain. And she never tells me what she's up to. But she's nice. And there when I need her. That makes her tolerable enough.





[ Mirror Mirror ]


By: Genna
By: Willa
By: Me


[ Candles ]



Magic



Creativity



Health



Wealth



Energy



Concentration



Luck



Wisdom



Loyalty

Meditation



Ambition



Affection



Stability



Power



Confusion



Sociality



Tranquillity



Inertia



Greed



[ Replicas ]











Mini Adopts II



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[ Fin ]






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