A mysterious darkness conquered the wilds of Acadia. Archfey speak of a
blue light that came from the sky and struck a sacred grove, penetrating
deep into the wild's underdark. For hundreds of years, the wilds had been
carved by Fey who were challenged and destroyed by the wild's energy. All
was destroyed at the sacred grove, all but a lone sapling, but the sapling
rejoiced in her life, and revelled in the colors of the eternal dusk found
only within the realm of the faeries. She exulted over hearing the voices
of humans, as she understood them, for she also understood that of animals,
and had a longing to be out with them to socialize and run free. Her fate
was now left to the harsh environments of the corrupted grove, happily she
would share it with the others in the twisted forest who wilted long ago,
until it was a humoresque voice could be heard on the winds. The earth as
well emanated some uneasy rumblings; the trees mourned in crying sobs; the
world began to speak to her of how the balance must be restored. A moment
later, everything had become muted, and a sudden renewal of life rushed in
the grove. The winds brought autumn scents, and the animals began to sing
a chorus, the ever-setting sun painted the flowers beautiful shades of red
yellow, and orange. The symphony of nature faded into a distant echo, and
then into a hazy memory, but she now understood a little more about nature
and about what she truly was. A soul of unyielding wanderlust, spellbound
by nature; she was infused with bark, roots, vines, and flowers. As aging
had seemed timeless, she was now an adult Spriggan. Her eyes and core had
begun to glow with a vibrant and mystical light that seems to dance around
like fireflies, and her body merged with her woodland demesnes, as she may
go wherever she pleases, she will need to rely on the world to survive.
Description:
Here is a sentient woodland creature of Fey descent. She has a pair of
antlers jutting out from her oaken skull. Her face is of a brown twisted
oak and forms a beautiful feminine face. There is an eerie, green light
deep within the core of her wooded chest, and it also glows like small wisps
within her eyes. Limbs of a much paler green are slightly elongated out
from her body, granting her a towering height, and a distant reach with her
massive root-like hands. The bark looks to be spattered about her joints
however, all of her extremities are made up of a tough barkskin.
:( rip
Nycticora 0 , 0 , 0 . sounds lame Veromos 0 , 0 , 0 . thats why i dont post logs nycticora ^^
[reply to Veromos]I'd like to try something else.
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