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Beware the Blood Moon. Do not underestimate its powers.

Though a rare event, it is a dangerous one. No one fully understands what happens during this time, but it is widely known to be a frightening and peculiar night. What should not move, moves. What should not speak, speaks. And if you are found out in the night, underneath the glowing red sky, well... may the spirits guide your poor soul to eternal rest.

Do not venture out during the Blood Moon. For they will find you.

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Date: April 22nd, 2006
It has now been a month since the dead began to rise. Mother and Father are out seeking food. They have been gone for what feels like hours now. I have no way to tell the exact time, so I can't be sure but I'm starting to get worried. I am only able to track the days by tallying in this journal. It will be getting dark soon and I'm starting to get anxious. I don't know what else to do, so here I am writing.

I saw her again today, for just a brief moment. Mother broke into tears again. Father refused to look. But I watched her. I watched her totter around amongst the others, so small in comparison. She was still cloaked in her school dress. But her expression... was so warped. So demented. And I could see her insides. I can still see it now, the image burned into my head forever. And yet, I can still picture her from before. Her excited grin as she would come home from school, arms ready for a hug as she ran up to me. My baby sister always greeted me with a massive embrace, cuddling into my chest as if it were her only safe space. I wonder would she still do so now?

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In her twinkling eye
The magic of the earth churns
Behold, you are dead
lmao
I don't know.
Don't ask.

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My grandmother told me this story. It's a story from her childhood, a story she said she's only ever told to me. I don't know why she decided to tell me. I don't know why she never told anyone else. The look in her eyes while telling the story was one of worry and unease. It made me not want to question her. But it did make me believe her.

It was when my grandmother became thirteen-years-old that she began showing signs of an upcoming rebellious streak. Her parents were good-natured and kind, but my grandmother began to push boundaries. She was not allowed to leave the house after 7pm. Her parents promised her as she got older her curfew would be extended, but my grandmother decided she would do what she wanted. Late one night when she couldn't sleep, she noticed the full moon shining bright against the dark sky and felt a sudden pang of excitement. She wanted to explore.

She snuck out of the house with ease. My grandmother vividly recalled the electric jolt of joy she felt in her veins as she eyed the cemetery across the street. It bordered a vast woodland and she thought that would be the perfect place to explore. She crossed the street quickly. The cemetery had no fence nor gate, it was old and no longer looked after, making it an easy venture. She recalled looking around the headstones without much interest. She admitted to me the place did creep her out, but in her mind it was worth the quick trip through to get to her goal of the tree line. She never specifically told me why she wanted to explore those woods. The way she described it always felt like she was almost compelled. Mesmerized.

My grandmother said she entered those woods without a second thought. She didn't hesitant or question why she was even going in there. She just did. She didn't remember how far she walked. She only remembered seeing her. Or it. My grandmother said she wasn't sure what she was seeing at first, but the feeling it gave her made her stop in her tracks. It took her a while, she said, maybe even a full minute before she realized she was gazing upon a human figure. The figure was clothed in a beautiful dress and black stockings, but behind her sat a coffin. An empty coffin, its lid raised. As if the figure had recently rose from it. It was only after seeing the coffin that my grandmother said she realized the woman had no head. "But she moved", my grandmother had said in a grave and haunted voice I never heard from her before, "She moved so elegantly, so beautifully, as if she were dancing."

Suddenly, panic took hold and my grandmother fled. She rushed through the woodland, into the cemetery, and across the road. She re-entered the safe haven of her childhood home, not bothering to worry about waking her parents. She told me once she got back into her bed, she didn't dare bring her head back out from underneath the covers. Her parents never knew she left the house that night. She never told them, but they did notice a change in her behavior. She would be caught frequently staring in the direction of the cemetery, seemingly lost in thought. Her appetite was slowly degrading, her enthusiam for play was gone, and her schoolwork suffered. Eventually, her parents decided to move. It was only after they left the area that my grandmother got better.

I believed my grandmother. She may have gotten distance from what she saw that night, but the memory still lived deep within her. Every once in a while, I would catch her staring off into the distance, a hollow look in her eyes. My mother brushed off my concern, but I knew. I knew it was the woman in the woods still calling out to her.

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Sage lives in Alzbet, a small town known for its luxurious land, natural remedies, and abundant wildlife. It's a place not with a large population of humans, but a thriving and vibrant variety of plants and animals. Sage is one of the few younger villagers; most of the folk are eldery, but so very wise and knowing of the magics hidden within the fields and forests guarding their home. People travel for days and perhaps even months to reach Alzbet, to seek this wisdom and receive these ancient remedies that are far beyond their understanding, yet highly sought after as they offer relief from most ailments.

Sage is a blossoming herbalist, one with a true knack for attracting the local wildlife. She's often seen venturing off into the woods, her trusted pig scout at her side. The fauna within are always ready to greet her. More often than not, she finds more than just the herbs she planned to fetch within these magical woods...

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Winter winds blow harsh
But if you seek out comfort
You will soon find friends

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Agnus met Bug one chilly December morning. She found him outside her family's house, rummaging around the trash cans, eating everything in sight. She couldn't resist him. He was so small and his face looked so sad. How could such a sweet creature be left all alone outside in the cold? Agnus begged and pleaded with her parents to keep him. After seeing her care for the dog by bathing and brushing him, her parents decided to give in and let the newly-named Bug stay.

All was well for the first few days. Agnus played with Bug, walked Bug, fed Bug and took him out to potty, all without being reminded to do so. She stuck to him like glue. All the neighbors became acquainted with the sight of Agnus and Bug walking down the street. Each and every one of them remarked how overjoyed the girl looked. Her parents were impressed at first, but soon the feeling turned to concern. They would find Agnus huddled in the corner with Bug, whispering in his ear. Sometimes Bug would appear out of nowhere, staring at them with his saucer-like eyes, unblinking and otherwordly. Things would go missing around the house, only to be found days later, destroyed. It started off harmless enough; the television remote, shoes, books, and pillows, but eventually it became more distressing. Knives would vanish from the kitchen, along with hammers and nails from the garage. Those items were never found.

Despite various punishments and conversations with her parents, Agnus would always deny knowing anything about the strange ongoings around the house. She would shriek and cry over any allegations against her beloved pet. He didn't do anything wrong! She didn't do anything wrong! She loved him and he loved her! When grounded, her parents often heard conversation coming from their daughter's room. Her mother thought it was just her daughter ranting about how unfair her parents were being, but as she crept closer to the door, a chill ran down her spine. There were two voices coming from the room.

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Okie dokie. Open for business.
That's all I've got for now. ninja

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lore coming soon

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I love your avis and how you write a bit of lore for each one! It's so interesting to read through them.

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I love your avis and how you write a bit of lore for each one! It's so interesting to read through them.

Thank you! whee

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lore coming soon

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Haven't been on Gaia as much this month.
Been kind of popping in mostly to do Runway, so most of my avis so far this year have been for that. lol

Updated the front page and will get around to updating more of this soon!
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