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Gaia Name: Alureah Protectorr
RP name: Maurelle
Age: 1048 But she looks like a 20 year old.
Race: Harvest Fairy
Weapons: Nature Magic and tiny poison darts and a staff.
Bio: Maurella was one of the most hyperactive fairies in her little colony, but she was also the strongest, but everyone really did not want her around. So they kicked her out. She's bigger then most fairy, about a foot tall. She's been helping the elves and other mythical creature out from the dawn of time pretty much. She's pretty friendly and can get angry at times.
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{[I'll try..]}

Ameria was sitting on a branch. Her feet hanging, her hands on her sides, resting. She was looking down with a blank, almost bored look. What another day. Thinking about how boring her days have been, besides the random creatures that gave her little trouble. After securing her arrows on her back [forgot what its called OxO] she jumped off her tree. The trees which were once under lusciuos [sp] would soon be a much more calmer shade. Something beautiful yet mysterious to her. wondering how practical it could be for them. She began to walk, crushing some fallen leaves as she went.

After a while of needless walking Ameria was a area of the forest which had yet to undergo the changes of autumn. She stopped, hearing something. Small but a noise none the less. Listening closer she was confused. Singing? After a few more moments she turned to where the noise was coming from, she began swing her small sword around some bushes near the sound.
{[I SUCK O3O'''''''']}

Silently at the edged of the forest, a cloaked figure appeared. They were covered entirely in black, and what little was not covered completely was hidden in shadow. The figure's eyes were a deep blue, lacking any pupils or other apparent coloration. They were large and oval in shape. They gave off a dim glow. On the back of the figure was a relatively large metal tank. Its structure however, appeared imperfect, as there appeared to be several cracks in it. The figure slowly entered the forest. The forest would hold anyone who entered inside, there were only two was for the forest to be escaped, to find the cure of legend, or, to destroy the forest itself from within.

((A cylinder made entirely of a metallic sand or dust))

Maurelle stops dancing, and looks behind her, sensing a new person has come into the forest. "A guest?" She questions herself, "No, Maurelle, finish your job.. He'll be here for awhile." She grins to herself before spinning, and sending a shock of magick into every direction, causing all the leaves to turn the Autumn color.

Maurelle sensed the person coming closer, and she soon flew to the trees. Hopefully, her foot tall body being covered by the leaves easily. She continued with her magic and sometimes gleefull singing. Her song was more gentle this time, sounding almost like a stream on a summer day. She got up and moved acrossed the branch and flew acrossed to another tree, still shooting out random strains of autumn magic.

Maurelle danced acrossed the branch once more, and stopped her magic. She could see the person now, but barely. And she noticed how tress were becoming cut. She put her hand to her mouth, just wanting to scream out. No other fairy was around her, and she knew something was up. She jumped down to the ground and stood infront of the stranger with her staff infront of her. "HALT!" She called, as she slammed her staff down on the ground. "Who are you to come into the forest and destroy what has been created?"