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FANTASY CBER PICTURINGS
FANTASY CBER PICTURINGS
Katydid: You are a young magykworker. You are not the best of them, yet, but you are learning. Your magic is of love potions and a few simple spells; and knowing the properties of specific magic plants and how to use them. You have leaves in your tangled brown hair, muddy feet, grass stained knees, and a wide minty toothed smile. You wear a tattered brown dress and carry only a basket with a collection of herbs and plants, and a spellbook. You travel around the country doing different jobs; sometimes you are hired to help charm some seeds during planting season to bear well and fully; othertimes you just sell some simple charms to help things be more sturdy. Often for spare money you sit in marketplaces and sing; your voice is like that of a lark, wild and beautiful, haunting as the moonshine on water, and even more beautiful. Your steps are light and soft, even if you are running; you walk one foot in front of another, tentativly. Your home is the forest and oft you can be found their, eatting nuts and berries instead of bread and meat.
Teresa: You are the governess of the Royal children. You have the best of posturing, and always walk perfectly upright; you are kind and under you the Royal children have perfect manners and are well ahead in their studies. You wear a gray dress, and walk gracefully, and do well in the castle; but sometimes you can be seen when the children are bent over their studies, busy, sniffing a silken flower that never dies, given to you long ago by your mother, who was a friend of a forest.
Somebody: You are a hireable assasian. Your hood is black as night, your eyes glimmer under the darkness of the hood. You have been hired by kings and emperors. You are the One Who Watches. You seem to appear at every important event, at weddings and banquets and sometimes just in the marketplace, strolling unnoticed through a thick crowd. You seem to fade into the shadows, into the crowd, into the background; you are forgetable amongst many and terrifying when you lift your head, and once one has seen you for who you are, you will never leave their minds whenever they see a caped figure.
submitted by Indigo
(November 14, 2015 - 11:08 pm)
(November 14, 2015 - 11:08 pm)
Scylla: You see a figure on a rooftop, it's dark and shadowy, and is swathed in a black cape. You hear a clatter and look around... when you look on the rooftop you find that who... or what was gone.
(December 30, 2015 - 5:34 pm)
Wow, that is really... Er, short. Could you put a bit more detail, maybe? It doesn't need to be an encounter, it could just be a description. Okay? I like where it's going, but maybe you could be more detailed? Thanks!
Hallia says mwrr. Kind of reminiscent of Pussywillow.
(December 31, 2015 - 10:59 am)
Chockling to herself after the person walks away this figure moves off. The person was right... this person was wearing a black cloak. Her bronze hair is escaping from it's bun, the cloak is billowing out from the wind, her feet make no noise has she runs along the rooftops, you can barly see the gleam of her eyes. This person was a secret agent and was running to a secret meeting. A giant cat slides up to her, she continus running as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. She stops, and looks around... an enamy agent has approched. The person stays still, then the enamy strikes, the person jumps up, and kicks the enamy in his head nocking him seneless. The figure continus. This agent is called Agent S.
(December 31, 2015 - 5:41 pm)
Applejaguar:
A sleek figure darts through the treetops, the jungle night-creatures greeting her wherever she goes.
Her apple-red coat makes her unique, but liked by all.
She shifts into a human and hooks her knees around a branch, swinging upside dow, red hair a tumble.
She laughs as a small bird of prey drops an apple on her head. She thanks the little one with a word in his language, then begins to eat it.
She is the mischief in the jungle, the spirit that makes humans leave this jungle in peace, the monkeys in the treetops, the bugs on the ground, the birds everywhere, the great cats that lurk.
She smiles as dawn comes, glinting off her coppery skin and green jacket.
Around her, the jungle-creatures come together in paece to hear a story or to sit in her lap.
This is the Peacemaker, the Keeper of the Mischief of the Jungles.
Indigo:
The stars twinke and the full moon shines as Her Majesty's head sorceress begins the Ritual of Safekeeping.
Her purple cloak and headband mark her as a Sorceress of the highest level, A Master of the Arts.
Purple mist rises up from the pond and circles the king, queen, and the prince.
It circles the Sorceress too, calling to her in the tounge of the Art. She looks at the people she is protecting, and smiles. Her hair, curly and reaching to her shoulders, turns slowly purple. The hair of the royal family turns the same color. This signifies the Ritual's end. Their hair turns normal again, and the Sorceress, leader of the court mages, Master of the Art and royal protector, strides out of the courtyard.
(January 8, 2016 - 11:59 am)
Top! This is so amazing and there are so many people not done! Top!
(January 31, 2016 - 11:37 am)
Top
(January 31, 2016 - 11:37 am)
Top!!
(February 10, 2016 - 6:19 pm)