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 enter the fairy ring, Cornelius/Merida - Axce/Leigh
merida eileen macdunn
 Posted on: Apr 20 2017, 11:26 AM
Merida
❝ Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it. ❞
Brave
20
5'7''
Straight
Single
82

Leigh



Princess Merida
The forest had eyes. Merida felt them upon her every step. The constant feeling of being watched never abated, instead it became part of the scenery. The thick green of trees yielded small rays of sunlight, illuminating patches of moss, rock, bramble and the occasional wildflower. Yes, even flowers could bloom on the forest floor given enough dew and sun to sustain them.

Merida breathed in deeply, allowing the scent of aged pine, oak and elder to fill her senses. Even the light odor of dirt seemed rich and clean compared to the smells car fuel and pollution beyond The Portal. How odd it was, to live there and come here. The two realms co-existed in a state Merida could not even fathom. Indeed, in the days after crossing back over, her memories would begin to shift into dreamlike remembrance. The vivid imagery of a tapestry faded by ruins of time. That was why she frequented The Portal, to make sure she never truly forgot. While she was here, it was real again.

For now, she was Princess Merida. She wore a dress of deep green, it was simply cut, in the style her mother had been fond of, girdled low at the waist. Light stitching adorned the outer sleeves, hem and collar. Her cloak was green, a shade richer than her dress, the colors intended to merge and mingle in the woodland surrounds. The clasp was a brooch of Celtic design, matching the embroidery of her belt. She wore short, study boots, and had her bow slung over her shoulder, quiver showcasing rows of neat arrow fletchings. There was small pouch at her belt, she had not brought many supplies, she wasn't staying after the sun lowered in the west. Merida loved adventure, but even her reckless nature could find reluctance when confronted with evils of The Mysterious Forest. Besides, this was a recreational visit, not a mission.

Merida moved about the wood, with the stealthy foot of a tracker. She blended into the sway of shadows, her cloak rustling softly against the overgrowth as she passed. Merida had always enjoyed her independence, and never minded being alone. Except, she had not been alone, not really. Only now that his presence was absent did she realize how much she missed Angus. The shire horse, with his sleek black coat, and heavy hooves had been her best friend. He shared her misadventures and quests with faithful companionship, and a watchful eye. His reward, a bucket of oats and a good brushing. She half expected Angus to come trotting up behind her, but no, she was alone, utterly alone.

The soft trod of boots halted, Merida observed a large gnarled tree, the pattern of the trunk was gnarled and boisterous. It would make a decent target. She needed distraction. Un-slinging her bow, Merida selected an arrow from her quiver. Setting the fletching to the bow-string, she took aim, drawing back the instinctive distance needed to make a clean shot. She sighted and released. The arrow soared from her bow, zinging through the air, and giving a sounding THUD as it struck the tree trunk. A small satisfied smile lit her mouth. She reached for another arrow.

Merida turned her head abruptly, sending a tumble of wild red curls over her shoulder. She could have sworn something had flitted near her head. Her light eyes scanned the surrounds with caution. There was something in the breeze. The feeling of being watched was manifesting into a strong sensation. It felt uncanny. "Hello?" Her attempt at casual sounded too apprehensive for her own ears. "Is somebody there? You can come out, I won't be causing any harm." The statement seemed paradoxical since she was holding a bow, arrow notched.

where dark roots hide secrets


gary cornelius osborn || Outfit
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gary cornelius osborn
 Posted on: Jun 3 2017, 11:40 PM
Cornelius
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thumbelina
23
5'9
bisexual
single
15

Acxe



OOC: merida eileen macdunn Hope this works for you, if not let me know and I can change the last bit of it. I just thought it would be humorous for Corny to be in that situation.

Home again, or at least that was what it should have felt like, but it didn’t. The trees felt all wrong and the air surrounding them felt heavy. Almost as though they wanted to swallow the fairy up and absorb his very being. For a someone like him, who changed the seasons along with his parents, it was heartbreaking to fly among the trees who wanted something else, other than the ground they once stood proudly in. The now dead feeling earth must have tasted like dirt was to him. It was awful to be amongst these trees again, hopefully, one day they would feel much better and going towards their normal selves before the darkness hit.

He was Cornelius, Fairy Prince of the Vale, and yet he could do nothing but fight against the monsters that stole this forest’s true power away. But since there were none of the fiends to be found, he settled for sitting on one of the higher and more slimmer branches to a tree with a gnarled and boisterous pattern on its trunk. He was surveying the land, what he could see without tiring himself out by flying everywhere. It was a good vantage point until something caused the tree to stir a little bit and since Corny was not paying attention to the tree, his balance failed him making him tumble off the tree and down towards the ground in a red, orange, and yellow ball.

He twisted and turned in the air. He was already half way down the tree when the fairy finally caught some win necessary to fly. Unfortunately, the arch he had to take to gain back the altitude he was at landed him straight into a red and tangly substance. He did not even know it was someone’s hair until it moved and he heard talking just behind him, which made him smack his forehead with his free hand. Out of all the luck.

”Yes! Someone is here.” He yelled out because he was not sure where this person’s ear was. ”Just please don’t move. I somehow got stuck in your hair.” With a leg and hand being the only ones to be tangled up in it. ”I am trying to get out.” After saying these words did he finally try to untangle himself, it was so curly and strong that he did not think he could get out here without cutting it but it seemed rude to do that with his sword. So he tried getting his hand free first. It really did suck to be a tiny fairy sometimes, unlike in the real world where he was just as big as this person, if not taller.
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merida eileen macdunn
 Posted on: Jul 2 2017, 11:50 PM
Merida
❝ Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it. ❞
Brave
20
5'7''
Straight
Single
82

Leigh



Princess Merida
Trudging in what amounted to a circle around the tree and bramble, Merida kept her arrow notched, holding her aim. It was only thanks to long hours of practice that she didn't lose the tension of her grip. As it was, her arm was tiring second by second. The longer she held her bow at the ready, the higher the risk she would ruin her shot became. Muscles had a way of tensing, making the simple threefold act of sight, draw, and release more difficult and far less graceful. Accuracy was not a strong suit when an archer had already missed the fluid motion of aim and release. Her fingertips were starting to burn, the wooden shaft of the soft fetching biting her skin above the fingernails.

In the back of her mind there was a nagging feeling, maybe coming to the mysterious forest alone wasn't the best of ideas? Why did she always do this? Make decisions then find herself in a muddle? It was then she heard the voice. "Wha?" Merida spun, startled. Her heart went from pounding to skipping a beat, returning in a pound that seemed to resonate beyond her chest. "My hair?!" That was enough to make her arms prickle with goosebumps. If the speaker was caught in the confines of her untamed fiery mane what did that make it exactly?

Pushing aside that thought (though not banishing it completely) Merida's arm and fingers gratefully withdraw from the taut bowstring, setting the weapon against the trunk of a moss covered tree. "Unnn... right." She licked her lips, her mouth feeling suddenly dry. "Well now, can't have that, can we? Lets get you free." She attempted to sound calm and pleasant, feeling neither. Merida's thick hair was hardly an easy web to explore, and it worse on this side of the portal than the other. "Talk again, so I know where you're at! I don't want to smash you." Whatever 'you' are, she finished in thought. That thought resurfacing, how unsettling. Maybe it was a bird? She thought the voice had come from her left shoulder or near about, but wasn't entirely sure.

where dark roots hide secrets


gary cornelius osborn || Outfit || It gave me a good chuckle. xD
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