Faery Fae - Cycle 3 - WINNER ANNOUNCED
http://i.imgur.com/VjXJmYb.png I asked...you answered! While I had some fabulous input on many other competitions, Faery Fae won out! This is a fun and fantastical competition that involves cre...
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ASSIGNMENT 1: FAERY FAE
I am bound to this castle. Guarding ruins and lost souls in the name of my father. It is not common to see a maiden like myself watching at it's doors as I am nothing more than a breeder to my kind. I breed and I die. A vicious cycle, but that is was what was expected of me. I chose to follow in my father's footsteps instead. I defied the rules. I defied the odds. I will protect this castle as it is my statuary and I will protect these lands as it is my playground. I am the sole guardian of it all.
I hear their footsteps. The lights of their lanterns penetrate these cold stones I call home. They intrude on me. They wander right into my lair looking for warmth. Looking for shelter, but all they will know is the cold grip of death. I need what thrives in their veins. Their blood. I soak it up as a flower soaks up the sweet droplets of a summer rain, but I need more and more will come. I hear them now. I see their shadows through the darkness. Just one more droplet. Just one more fool to make a corpse to fend off this pain and rejuvenate my tender scalp. I am no fairy of light like you see in fairytales. I am death. I do not guide them to salvation. I guide them to their graves.
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I am bound to this castle. Guarding ruins and lost souls in the name of my father. It is not common to see a maiden like myself watching at it's doors as I am nothing more than a breeder to my kind. I breed and I die. A vicious cycle, but that is was what was expected of me. I chose to follow in my father's footsteps instead. I defied the rules. I defied the odds. I will protect this castle as it is my statuary and I will protect these lands as it is my playground. I am the sole guardian of it all.
I hear their footsteps. The lights of their lanterns penetrate these cold stones I call home. They intrude on me. They wander right into my lair looking for warmth. Looking for shelter, but all they will know is the cold grip of death. I need what thrives in their veins. Their blood. I soak it up as a flower soaks up the sweet droplets of a summer rain, but I need more and more will come. I hear them now. I see their shadows through the darkness. Just one more droplet. Just one more fool to make a corpse to fend off this pain and rejuvenate my tender scalp. I am no fairy of light like you see in fairytales. I am death. I do not guide them to salvation. I guide them to their graves.
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