Because one blog wasn't enough. WILL ORGANIZE/UPDATE LATER PFFF

Outsiders POV
It was a cold day in the underground,the wind was blowing sending a chill down her spine.She readied herself a bath.Sighing as the warm water touched her hands.
"So much has changed"her voice was but a whisper.Stripping she slowly eases herself into the large tub of foamy water.

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{In her mind}
I know I made the right choice in becoming fae,I wouldn't change a thing.But the upcoming events make me nervous.The labyrinth,is a bit too insistent that I find a mate at the ball,and be married within three months.It's not that I'm not greatful to it for what it has given me and Philip,but finding a mate right now.....It just seems so rushed.I dared not tell the labyrith who I secretly admire,nor do I dare tell the admirer for fear of rejection,or being used then thrown aside.A sigh escapes my lips and I plunge my head under the warm water,only to come up a minute later.The water drips off my nose and drips back into the water it is the only noise in the room.My mind won't settle with these uneasy thoughts as I think of him my heart starts to flutter."dam"the curse leaves my mouth.


I need to stop thinking of him he doesn't want me I inwardly chastise myself for it.Standing the cold air hits my body I flinch slightly before drying of and dressing in a robe.My feet carry me to the fireplace in my luxurious room.Before sittting on my usual spot on my black rug in front of the fire place;I pour myself a glass of wine."Who doesn't need to drink alone"I mutter.


The warmth of the fireplace sooths me somewhat as I sip my drink."I love him"those words come out of my out of impulse.But a tear slides down my cheek when I realize these words are true,and not the wine talking
I am such a fool to love him,I set the glass aside and bring my knees to my chest.I try to comfort myself and eventually lay on the furry rug and fall asleep
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An outsider

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Here's my wishlist as part of the Secret Santa... ...which may be heavily copy-pasted from last year. ^^;

...h'okay! If I don't get a mailed thing, then art is my topmost thing. Because I love it and will eat it up, of whatever quality. ^__^

If mailed, then to start off with there is still art, of course. Here's your art options. A few refs:

Liëka

The hair is dark purple, the pupil-less eyes are neon green, the pelt is the Black As Night pelt, with a purple sheen if it helps. The antlers and hoofs are shiny silver. The feather is an owl feather. In this picture the eyes are glowing a lot; it wouldn't usually be that much, it's just because... er, it's nighttime.

Iranu & Uvavu

Iranu: x Badly drawn Uvavu: x
The pelt is a simplified Golden Butterfly pelt.
Here's a lot of unnecessary info:
Uvavu is slightly larger built than Iranu, and Iranu has scruffier hair and is more wiry built than Uvavu. Uvavu swears he doesn’t use hair products, but it is suspiciously shiny and well-kempt. Iranu is the faster runner, and Uvavu is the better singer (but there really isn't much in it).
Iranu is rather a pyromaniac, and has a large stock of everlasting sparklers on him, as well as other means of creating fire. Uvavu has a habit of showing off to the does, very over-the-top and ludicrously. Iranu has a nervous habit of grooming other deer, yet another reason why the twins stick together so much. It would be a bit odd (not in a good way this time) to start preening some deer you don’t know.

AI'IGHT, SO LISTEN UP. I want you to join even if I've never spoken to you in my life. if one of my characters catches your interest for some weird reason then I want you to join in a roleplay. no matter what. because chances are I'm way more of a freak than you'll ever be and I love you. &hearts

no fancy CSS because I'm lazy and stupid, so have some pretty colors with my characters!!1

Vipin, &hearts Her, amiable, humorous, proud, tedious.
son of Nevermore, brother to Aspen, half-brother to Xylia. the Sentry.

Aspen, &hearts Magnet, bitter, cold, stingy, reserved.
daughter of Nevermore, sister to Vipin, half-sister to Xylia. the Rioter.

Xylia, &hearts Vessel, mild, motherly, wary, kind.
daughter of Calisto, half-sister to Vipin and Aspen. the Immortal.

Carilynn/Cal, &hearts Bellsio, ecstatic, mellow, unaware, pleasant.
daughter of two slaughtered deer, no siblings. the Sweetheart.

Devi, &hearts , nonchalant, cocky, arrogant, witty.
daughter of Magnet and Aspen, sister to Spade. the Princess.

Chanse, &hearts , gentle, sweet, charming, sympathetic.
son of Vessel and Xylia, brother to Ketan. the Seer.

Nevermore, &hearts Pandemonium, macabre, violent, murderous, belligerent.
father of Vipin and Aspen. previously mated to Azalea. the Raven.

Gabriel, &hearts Code, German, unsure, pacifistic, amusing.
son to a cruel father and dead mother, stillborn brother. the Gargoyle.

human or deer, WHICHEVER YOU PLEAAASE. run. run run RUN

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He stood at the edge of the birch, furious and saddened and scared stiff all at the same time. His stomach had flipped and turned to an unpleasant hunk of ice as a shadow slowly circled him, there and—now it wasn’t. It moved with the fluidity of a liquid, but yet it wore a heavy limp, and the Ram’s eyes began to narrow as it heaved away, trembling and stopping abruptly at different intervals. With a whirl it turned, sliced by rays of dying sunlight, and Vipin studied the form shrewdly, going over the scars and flesh with lasting glances. A shudder and a cringe and a wince.

“Hmm,” said the shadow solemnly, returning the glares. The skull upon his face was withered bone, mottled and rotted to the point of decay, and a black tongue flicked idly within the depths. He was pacing now, great, arching antlers jolting with every strong step, his muscles twitching beneath the thin coat of stringy fur. And Vipin matched his movements, handsome and magnificent, young and proud—The Raven sneered at him and stopped at once, flattening a lone ear.

The Ivory Stag. The Viper. The Devil Himself.

“There can only be one Raven, Sire.” A mocking jeer came from the shadow. As far as it concerned him, his son was not a Sir or a Sire. No, he merely was. There was nothing he had done to deserve such a title—no enemies slaughtered, no children born, no followers, only a mate who had left him—all he had was those bloody blue eyes and that nature of his.