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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:13 pm
In ones life, you've itched and felt things that wern't there before. Watching eyes, breath on the nape of your neck. Some seek thrill from this, others claim it to be the wind. Would one suggest the innocent and sweet fairies? I believe not. Feries are missunderstood, loved, charished. There real nature lies in the shadows of your darkest corners, and the back of your mind, which Subliminally takes it all in, weather you take it in or not. They pinch, groupe, kick, trip and other nasty things one wouldn't want to really ever bring up.
These faeries belong to four Courts. The High Court, the Summer Court, the Dark Court, and the Nightmare Court make up the leauges of the Feries. Kings and Queens are the leader, a set for all four. Each has a community, ranked with different positions. With the ability to become human, they take on dark forms, with chains and heavy akword makeup, percings, and tattoos. A strange desire sets in the hearts of Women at men, and Men look to the women of fae as though they couldn't be less attractive. Sex, drugs, there apart of the natural world, and the Hidden one. When they chose to keep there Faery form, there invisable to the humans, with the acception of those who master herbs, and others who run along a thin blood line. Dark swirls prove them to be appart from the humans.
The fae cannot die. They becomes shades, permanently scilents to dwell in shadows, alone and cold forever more, a sad fate. Humans can become fae, but are perminatly done up when choosing to do so.
In this gothical city, the strange becomes normal, and bizzar the actuality. No one is safe, and no one ever will be. At there peaceful jobs, at the B.H.A. (Bay Hights Acadamy) and in there homes. The only thing that can keep people safe now is Steel, the one allergy to all fae.
Rules:
None. Your at free range, as long as you abide by your King and Queen. Sex, Language, Drugs, Alchol, it's in the real world, is it not? If you can live with it on the internet, I have no reign over you. Let the secret world wisk you away to the dreams and nightmares that your heart had held captive since your first drawn breath.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:30 pm
[[Dose anyone here go on Postsecret.blogspot.com?]] Faery:
Name- Illicorde DeVonch (Ill-eh-Cord|Deh-Von-ch)
Age- 50 (17 Human)
Gender- Female
Court- Nightmare Court
Rank/Position- Knightling (in training)
Appearance:
Fae- I want to look closer, and see more detail in this pic, but I might just be a freak...
Human- so sexy ><
Nature- Lives for the thrill of appalling the natural, in a way, that is her only nature, everything else is a branch-off.
Bio- Cord was born a human. She knew she wasn't normal. Her bright red hair and grey-green eyes, pale skin, and overall scaryness proved that. She, at seventeen, was an interesting charector. Tattoo's scrawled accross her back, and peircings graced her face. She wore makeup to stand out more, for there was no reason to hid herself, like the sun behind a clowd. You can always see it. She was addicted, crack, booze. What more could she do? She hated clothing, they hid her. She herself. Around her house, she would go as far as to wear Thongs and a bra instead of normal clothing. So constricting. Finially she gave into selling herself. It was to this one male, intreauging as he was, there was something more. She would catch glimpses of things more bizzar then she, and she envied them. Cord was willing to join after her new lover wispered all the secrets in her ear, and she joined. It was painful, but worth it. Her hair paled to a fraigle white, and she was one of them. She now could be who she wanted as a fae, to stretch herself out and decorate however she liked, and her human form. She would bend it until she was unrecognizable. There hasn't yet been a time when she was glad she ran from her broken family, and not yet has she discovered true love, although she has convinced herself of it many times. Twists and turns wait around each corner, intricate as her Tattoo's.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:43 pm
Faery: Name- Reng Yill Age- 125 (20 human years) Gender- Male Court- Dark Rank/Position- Dark Summoner Appearance: Fae- HERE. <-- The human looking one. The monster-thing'll be a summons. Human- AND HERE.Nature- Observation, Calculation. Bringing illness to unfortunates. Bio- Reng was born a fairy, raised to be a magic-weilder. He summons creatures to decimate the ranks of opposing fae, carelessly and coldly bringing death to others. In the human world, he's almost no different. He's more cautious of touching people, since that's one way he brings illness to others--Just something simple, like a tap on the shoulder, a handshake. It's usually nothing serious in these cases, like a cough or a headcold. The deadly things come about when he summons his 'partner', Yill. The creature is an embodiment of disease, and when set upon a target or something...It does its job well. Reng tries hard to never need to use Yill, but when it is demanded, he obeys without question. Other summons will include lesser fae minions, like imps, bad dreams, paranoia whispers and various other beings that wander in the Dark realm.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:21 pm
(( So... I'm bored. I'm gonna make a post, even though this never really kicked off. )) The night life. Always my favorite. Loud music, neon lights. Deep bass thundering from various club and night-places. Alleys filled with drug-dealers, deals, and consumption. I walked along this city's streets, a dweller of darkness, just like every other sick and sad human here.
"Pathetic.." I whisper, my words barely heard over the noise of Night.
I blend in well with this crowd. My clothes are dark in this human manifestation. Dark, extreme. Tight, screaming 'misunderstood'. My hair is a firey red, a stark contrast to the bland outfit this body wears. My skin is pale, which is never different in either form. I am a fae of disease and illness. Pale and sickly is my nature. But it is a sweet, sweet deception.
I walk on, head lowered, hands limp at my sides. There hasn't been any recent activity, nothing of interest going on in either world.
"Boring.."
This time the word came from my counterpart. An ever-present, yet humanly unseen creature known as Yill. I sighed and nodded, grunting.
I could feel eyes on me, envious for my perfect, pale skin, hungry for what lie beneath these tight clothes, frightened of the power they believe they sense in their drug-induced stupor.
But each of them, they have no clue.
I disappear into the crowd of a nearby club, slip by unnoticed by the bouncers, and make it to the dance floor. Writhing bodies, hot and sweaty, pushing me from side to side. It felt so wonderful, this unhindered human contact.
And yet, at the same time...
"Disgusting."
A twisted smile curves on my lips as Yill stirs. To the human eye, there would only be a vague shimmer in the air, a stifling sensation. The air grew heavy, which none of the drunken dancers took notice of.
An hour later, there was no one left standing. The air had a strange green haze, like someone lit up something particularly unhealthy. I was lounged back in the club at a booth set up in a corner. Yill was hovering nearby, savoring the fun of dropping so many people at once. Clubs were his favorite targets just for this reason.
They'll wake up eventually.
Maybe.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:03 am
((Fahh haha! I have no life so I'm hella board (; oh and maco if I may ask did you by chance read ink exchange and the first book...s**t i got its name...err....AH wicked lovely? this oddly similar)) Name- Abiline(Abby) Lee Tompson
Age- 119 (17 human years)
Gender- Female
Court- Dark
Rank/Position-Sight guard
Appearance-
((One on left human...one on right fae)
Nature- dark sense of humor; intresting; childish; strong headed; sly
Bio-Born a faerie. Is kind of a loner. She watches the human world and spies on diffrent courts. Loves to play pranks on humans. Very intuitive.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:27 am
The night that changed all my nights. I had been walking the shadowed streets which gradually pulled into a tiny grave yard. As I was walking I noticed a tiny human girl bent over a tomb stone. Usually I’d stroll on, yet something about this girl intrigued me. Her hair was dark; almost black. She sat hunched the miniature cross in a lacy navy blue dress. The fabric looked soft, yet firm; don’t ask me why I noticed this because I simply cannot tell you. She was rocking back and forth, the beauty of her daunting. Changing into a human, I skipped to her side. My long black hair swished by my side, as the fine ruffle dress I wore rubbed against my ankles.
“Hello my darling dear,” I gave her adoring smile. Her small dark eyes glanced up to meet mine and she smiled.
“Hello to you loves,” Her voice was sweet; like silver bells. I cocked my head to the side, my dirty hand stroking her silky hair.
“Oh what a day to remember! The day the fluke died!” A wicked laugh escaped the girl whom threw back her head to a fit of giggles. Clearly this girl was insane, oh the cruel things she’s seen. At the memory of it I grin. Like lighting her tiny hands flashed out to grab me by my hair.
“Oh Loves! I know what you are! Oh ho!” Her shoulders shook with madness. Keen eyes met with mine. “Want to hear a story? Oh what a grand story to tell!!” How interesting she was. Her pupils grew large as she focused on my face, that sinful grin on the face of an angel.
“It starts like this, for you see I am a daddy’s girl: It was one foggy night I sat at the bar, my beloved drinking and my mind chaotic.
“It was once my mother said to me, ‘what would you like to be when you grow up?’ And when I replied she groaned. I had asked her what was wrong and that is when she answered me. ‘Your father,’ said she her brow set with worry, ‘he wanted to be the same thing’” My adored grunted in coherency.
“Yes” he says “’tis true, indeed I wanted to be an author.” When I asked why he chuckles,
“I enjoy the idea of making money when I feel like working” In turn, it is my right to laugh.
“You want for the wrong reasons” said I, pausing to wipe the access wine that dripped from his jaw.
“So, you’d like to be an author?”
“Undeniably”
He laughs in my face, the alcohol fresh on his breath.
He who has no base for his family,
He who has abandoned his wife and children for his own passion for drinking,
He who has spent his fresh Pay-check,
On a flute of perfectly cased wine
Late that night, I took my darling home and sat him down at the rusted table of his hotel room. I left him in the den, searching the kitchen for a pencil. Soon, I sat beside him, pencil and paper in my hands. The following moments were quick, and passed within seconds… subsequently
There I bowed,
My hand on his and,
My lips on his cold forehead
“Here you have written your great novel, the novel of your life shall send you to hell. One who has chosen his life drenched in whisky need not walk the earth. For here you have scrawled you final act, and ‘tis here I shall burry you.” I dismantled him limb by limb, leaving his head for last. As the final light dimmed from his dilated eyes, I reread the message that he had scribbled on the note paper.
“This is my life” It wrote, as all four corners of the note were dipped in crimson wine. I lifted the floor boards of the hotel room, and shoved him underneath his grave. In my concluding good bye I wrote on the downside of the beam made of wood.
‘Here I lay,
Alone in the dark,
My only friend is,
The Liquor in my tomb’
With that, I threw the crystal fluke in the whole, and sealed it shut.” The small thing fell to the floor with a fit of giggles.
“How silly am I? Daddy never loved me…for you see his favorite child was liquor!” Again that pearl of hilarity. Sheer lunacy floated off her skin; I soaked in all of it. The beautiful smell so irresistible.
“Father is in hell now,” She smiled. “I will be with him soon.” She got to her feet, kissed me on the cheek, and skipped out of sight; her heinous voice singing. I remember all of this perfectly. Like a picture basking in a chemical bath. How funny it was that I would shape my life around this girl. Until the day she laid waste to herself. Oh the joys of the world!
I awoke with a start. What kind of a dream was that? Slowly I glance around me. Nothing. Yet I can feel a stare on my face. But who? The dark Marshals wouldn’t dare. Getting up from the trashcan I laid beside I started for the streets.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:03 pm
I stepped out of the club after a while, sun-up was probably in a few hours. Maybe two.
Yill was floating nearby, content. A content figment of Darkness.
It's almost ironic.
I was tired, certainly. I hadn't had Yill do anything in such a long time. I had forgotten how fun it was... And how exhausting it was.
I was walking down the street, my hands swinging at my sides, head bowed as normal. But I smelled something. Something... Familiar.
"Another Darkling?" I asked aloud, quietly. A whisper.
If it was what I thought it was, they would hear my whispered utterance. If not... I would just continue through the night as usual.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 2:32 pm
I laughed bitterly at my surroundings. A hobo was peeing near a trashcan. The night was lightening somewhat as I turned onto the street. I saw many of my kind. Some Summer fay, some nightmare....I saw some of my own kind too, but I bearly took time to look at them. My dream had confused me. Such a horrid dream it was! Yet, it wasn't I dream about myself, it felt like it was another persons life. I couldn't get the insane little girl's face out of my mind. How sweet and innocent she seemed, yet her personality as cruel as bending steel. Steel, I shivered. In normal apperance my long black hair caressed my cheeks. Humans walked past without out a doubt of fear. That is because they couldn't see me. The nearest human seemed in a hurry. He had dark hair, and troubled eyes. He was whereing a black suit and carried a briefcase. I walked beside him for awhile until I got board. Sticking out my foot, I triped him. When he fell I fell into a fit of laughter. Picking myself off the floor I skipped past the line of stores. My velvet voice singing:
"Oh what a day to remeber the day the fluke died!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:43 pm
I turn my head, watching a man trip and a woman skip off. There she was.
But she didn't seem very interesting.
Grunting, I kept walking. She wasn't worth my time.
"She is one of ours."
I glance at Yill, very subtly, and shake my head.
"She is an underling. Nothing a summoner and his demon should worry about. You can tell. Nothing but petty tricks."
Yill growled quietly, but protested no longer. He understood.
I nod once and keep walking, hands draping lifelessly at my side. I vaguely wondered how long it would take before someone found the club we raided. Probably not until morning.
But that was coming soon anyway. Time to head back home.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:27 pm
Underling? I thought wickedly surprised. How very crude. I almost wanted to go back and smack them in the head! Who worked the dirty business? Going from court to court and figuring out information? Who? Not them. Grimacing I had lost my high spirit. Squinting; I knew right away they were the same as me. Curiosity set over. They spoke of me; which means they must have been watching. Yet I had been watching them. Interesting, I thought. Changing my path I began to follow them. How fickle I was. I began to laugh as I stalked the streets.
((Awwh you log offedddd D; ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:05 pm
(( Sorry.. But I'm back! biggrin )) The streets were starting to clear out, people heading home. It was almost sunrise.
My boots clicked against the cold pavement, the air shimmering like heat waves as Yill followed at my side. The buildings were still dark, grimy. Disgusting. Diseased.
The air smelled foul, felt gross, left a bad taste in the back of your mouth.
My kind of place.
We walked into one of the old apartment buildings, my steps quick and sure. The wood creaked beneath my feet, but I wasn't worried about it. If the floor caved in (and it has before), Yill could just carry me to our room.
I opened the door to our room and stepped inside. The room was quaint. But it was a front. Most fae are talented in illusionary arts. But I wasn't really ready to drop the facade. I closed the door behind me and flopped onto the old, dusty couch. A cloud of dust enveloped me, and I smirked as I waved it away.
Yill floated near the dirty window, staring out at the street.
I laid back, comfortable in the quiet dark.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:42 pm
I got rather board of following them after awhile. Slowly losing them my eyes wondered else where. I thought about going to the dark court's club, yet I was rather unattracted to the thought of dancing tonight. Perhaps I'd toy with humans? Again my intrest wavered. Sighing I dipped into an ally turning into my human form. I gazed as my short hair grew long and as my skin turn from pale to peach. Heading back out to the streets I strolled my way to the club. The sun was rising and more and more humans began to clamor in the roads. (Much to my annoyance)
((Yayy (: Im glad someone still posts!! I would be so board without chuu!!))
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:37 pm
I sighed, one hand coming up to cover my eyes. My human disguise fell, leaving me in my pale, sickly state. My hair looked greasy, to say the least. Limp, dark brown.
I turn my head, though don't open my eyes.
"Yill. Report to the superiors. They should be at the club.." I yawn.
I heard the question before he even spoke it.
"No, I will not be going. I need to rest."
Yill bowed his head and floated out of the room, shifting through the wall. He traveled silently and fast, darting through the street of morning folk.
Whether he made it to the club or not I'll not know until later, but I wasn't worried about it. I covered my face again, sighed, then dozed on the dirty, old couch. (( Sorry.. I gotta hit the hay. D: G'night! ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:56 pm
I sighed. Fae. They ever ever present. I was just another dull add on to the collection here in town.
I was 'the norm'
No.
No, that could not be. I sha'n't let myself be normal... and I roll my skirt up higher, pull it down lower. My thong should have been visable from both ends now, and thereof my a**. I rolled my eyes upword, my eyes which were to big for my face, and stretched my legs, my legs which had to many joints, like my arms. The extra add on's were nice. I felt higher then human, but just a little higher, not enough to get a thrill of it. Not like a thrill from what I was on now. I can't even recall the name... darn, I'm messed up.
I realized there was a bottle in my hand, and I take a swig. Was the alchohol really that strong? I shake my head, and feel the clumps and snarrls in my hair. Hair that you get after you have sex. I can't even remember it, but that dosn't matter. I have money. Money for good things.
I walk down the street, past the ever present fae.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:54 am
When I arrived at the club I felt rather dizzy. Sitting down at the nearest table I watched the dark court dance and drink wine. A couple of fae were gossiping at the end of the round table much to my delight. Rolling my eyes I searched for a dear friend. Perhaps he was here tonight? My mind ached. I hadn't slept for awhile, and the booze was filling my head.
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