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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 0:36:15 GMT -8
 Twenty miles from Free City, a small forest sits peacefully. Unlike the surrounding plains and forests, these woods are younger and fresh. No paths had been created through them, and no magic creatures inhabit its lands. No magic creatures, except one.
Ashley woke up inside her giant tree stump from a hard night of unwanted emotions. She looked at her hands and noticed the burns from before were receding: her normal tan skin started to retake the wrists and the burns on her hand started to look less severe. She sighed and dreaded how her leaf hair would look, what with no peppers lining the side of her skull like a crown. Even her clothes were gone, making going into town too embarrassing. Yet again she felt alone. It annoyed her, but it annoyed her more when the angel attacked her out of no where. The entire situation that played out only made her upset to think about- having two angels mistake her for a demon, losing her temper and burning down the forest, having the woman she wanted to learn from completely negate her power while hungry and exhausted without a second though, then having said woman talk down to Ashley like she was a child.
"Why do I even bother..." She grumbled to herself. Ashley began to lament joining the human world. They either see her as a monster or an idiot. After 500 years of wandering and training, she's still no more powerful than when she set out so many years ago. She had no idea how to become stronger, no idea how to hone her curse into a blessing like she tells herself it is.
Not wanting to head anywhere until her wounds recovered, Ashley got back into her makeshift bed and tried to fall back asleep, slowly falling back into the depression she had long ago pushed aside for aspirations of greatness.
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a fairy
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Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
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Post by a fairy on Sept 20, 2015 22:11:43 GMT -8
All the while, the fairy waited, hovering and bobbing up and down midair in its flight around and around the tree stump. It was as though it was on guard, ever watching. It landed at times, gently upon her shoulder, though only a few times would it let its translucent wings droop as it empathized with the dryad... this fairy had to stay determined, a beacon of hope and companionship in the lowest of times..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 8:01:53 GMT -8
Scoville's duties wouldn't go unnoticed, but Ashley remained in bed. She turned over and looked at him, smiling weakly.
"Well, at least I can count on you..." She said.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: Immeasurable
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Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 15:35:39 GMT -8
Vesta slowly reforms upon a stump of her own nearby, too. Andraste's wall had blown out her clothes and pitted her figure, leaving small holes in her that were definitely quite painful, but Vesta keeps strong throughout, only wincing every once in awhile as part of her reforms. The stump she lies on is starting to char quite badly, too, although it doesn't seem to want to catch fire. "Ugh...that was not fun," she complains, dramatically draping her forearm over her head. "Jeez, all we were tryin'a do was help, but nooo, freakin' celestials gotta come outta nowhere and ruin everything. What are the even doing here, anyway?!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 16:06:52 GMT -8
Ashley looked over to Vesta. She seemed a little cheerier from seeing her.
"Oh, you survived! At least one of us came out fine...." She said as she sat up, showing her burnt head and forearms.
"I'm out here to recover. That blue fire nearly killed me. Now I can't use my powers at all until my peppers grow back." She said, pointing to her head. She sighed afterwards.
"Then again, I don't see the point....some...child was so powerful they could simply snuff out my strongest flame. Even after five hundred years I'm still nothing compared to someone who's only bee around a fraction of time....I'm never going to get stronger at this rate..."
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 18:57:58 GMT -8
"Humans grow way different to us!" says Vesta as she struggles to her feet. Her wings are still ragged and torn, and there are still holes piercing through her body, most notably one that makes it easy to see straight through her chest. "Humans get stronger over a real small period, because they're forced to! They only live like seventy cycles at most! At least, without magic. We're different. We learn slower cuz we grow slower, see? We don't have to learn all fast because we are probably gonna live way, way, way longer than they are! So don't worry!" reassures Vesta, before she clutches her chest again and falls face forward onto the stump with a small paf. "Owwww," she complains miserably.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 19:03:17 GMT -8
Ashley smiled weakly at Vesta's attempt to cheer her up, but was interrupted by Vesta's collapse.
"How can I help you?" She asked with concern in her voice as she got out of bed and walked over to the sprite.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 19:08:03 GMT -8
Vesta turns over and spreads her arms out to each side. Her chest hole has reformed into her normal well-formed chest, although her clothes are still missing. "I'll be fine," she responds, "it's just that reforming doesn't feel very good. Just don't let it rain on me! I might be dispersed for the next whole century! Then every mortal person I've made friends with would be dead when I come back, which really sucks. Trust me, I know!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 19:10:49 GMT -8
She carefully picked Vesta up and brought her inside the stump, in case it began to rain, and placed her on the table near her bed. Ashley laid back down but continued to look at Vesta and Scoville.
"Well, thankfully, I don't think I'll be dead by the time you came back." She said with a weak smile, "You're stuck with me forever."
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 19:26:14 GMT -8
"Oh no! Stuck with a super pretty dryad that can blow fire and takes on dragons! A tragedy!" exclaims Vesta dramatically, before fluttering up with tired wings and moving over to Ash's bed, sliding onto the dryad's chest and snuggling up to her. Although the leaves she touches begin to char a bit, she provides more warmth than the covers ever possibly could. "We'll be okay," she says, her voice uncharacteristically serene.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 19:30:25 GMT -8
She giggled but went back to her sad self soon after. There was a pause as she sat up.
"Vesta....you said you were a force of destruction, correct? Responsible for bringing an end to places to regrow them in the future?"
"I need to admit something to you...I don't know how you'd like it.....Do you see the forest we're in now? 500 years ago...I was the one that destroyed it. Every inch of it, burnt to the ground....we're....we're actually standing on the site of my birthtree, before turning to ash..."
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a fairy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 21, 2015 19:36:30 GMT -8
The fairy floated around Ashley as the two spoke, landing upon her shoulder as she said she'd destroyed the forest. Slightly upset but suppressing any opinion on the matter, it sat down and listened.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 19:49:28 GMT -8
As Ashley sits up, Vesta slides down her chest, looking up at Ash with a curious expression. Something she has to admit? That can't be good...
Then, she admits that she burned the forest down half a millennia ago. For a few moments, her expression is unreadable. Then, her mouth turns up into a big smile. "That was you??" she asks, incredulously. "Thanks! I figured that was just some careless ranger who left their fire burning too long. This forest was scheduled to be burned down anyway. In fact, I was late. You saved me a whole mess'a trouble!"
Vesta goes back to her former position, snuggling up to Ashley. "No need ta worry 'bout that. As long as you're not burning forests down before their time. Kinda hard to tell, though, unless you already know when it needs to happen. How did you know?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 19:54:43 GMT -8
Ashley's mind broke when she heard Vesta was supposed to destroy the forest. She didn't know how to respond.
"....just sit on my chest and keep me warm." She said as she grabbed Scoville and cuddled with him, laying back down.
"I need to figure out my next step. To humans, I'm technically naked. I can't go into town looking like this, but I need a new set of clothing. I also need to find a way to grow my peppers back."
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a fairy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 21, 2015 20:05:37 GMT -8
The fairy lay upon her, a tiny, glowing and warm de-stress ball rendered inert by the pleasure of being cuddled.. its wings drooped, as it entered into a little world of bliss. |
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 20:21:06 GMT -8
Vesta does as she's asked and lies down upon Ashley's chest, oblivious to the mental breakage her words had caused. "Well, I could make you clothes like mine! They're made of fire!" exclaims Vesta, very helpfully.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 20:30:33 GMT -8
"I....think normal peasant clothing would work, actually..." She said, trying to hide the horror of having a destruction sprite engulf her in flames.
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a fairy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 21, 2015 20:32:33 GMT -8
The fairy glowed a little bit, expressing an agreement with Ashley through the euphoria it was still stuck in.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 21, 2015 22:59:27 GMT -8
"Aw. Boring. But, if you say so," responds Vesta before cuddling up closer, including Scoville in her affections as she makes a tiny triangle with the three of them. She closes her eyes and hums contentedly, curling up with Scoville between her head and knees, her emanating warmth shared with him as well.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 15:46:50 GMT -8
Ashley laid back and relaxed as the two fey cuddled on her chest. Minutes passed. Hours. She didn't want it to end, she was at ease finally. It was the first time in a while she didn't feel lonely.
She thought about what Vesta said. The irony wasn't lost on her- the same power that got her exiled for being a force of destruction saved her life. If she had not destroyed her forest, Vesta would have. Her curse of being unbound from her birthtree was in fact a blessing in disguise. She knew this, but talking with the fey only fortified it even more. Perhaps she didn't need her powers to live a peaceful life. She had two creatures that cared for her, kept her warm, treated her well. What need did she have to travel anymore? Perhaps Ashley had had her fill of civilization and should instead live in the forest once more as a normal dryad.
The thought continued to control her mind as Vesta and Scoville eventually started to snuggle one another. The sheer size difference between the two was nothing short of endearing to view. Ashley closed her eyes and decided to get some sleep, a content smile on her face as she nodded off.
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