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A monster! One that towered above not just her, but Rofaran as well. And Nellie was missing. Or well, so Kokoro thought. But as Nellie, or Nêr, speaks, Kokoro feels the fur on her back began to stand up. So there was a monster in these woods, and it was... Nellie? Kokoro backed up, feeling her paw slip on something. She briefly spares the glance down and wishes she didn't. An owlbear skull... the rest of the bones lay nearby, and they were... clean. Was the festival just an elaborate ...

"I really don't see anything," Kokoro murmurs after a bit, looking over to her compatriots. Nellie seems relieved, and Rofaran seems to agree. "We could go back early?" There was a note of hope in her voice--she'd love to spend the rest of the festival with Rofaran. "That's fine by me," Nellie offered with a smile. "We explore a lot but didn't see anything, I'm sure this is enough to help the others feel safer!" Kokoro gazed at Nellie for a moment. "You really don't need us to l...

The two relax by the bonfire as they sip on their cider. Not many words are shared between them, but not many are needed. Her long, sleek feline tail swishes a bit restlessly as she sips. As the cider warms her from the inside, her movements become a bit more languid and relaxed. The stress of being 'lost' in the corn maze was now gone, and she just focused on the present. The fire crackled as the flames licked the wood in the firepit, sending embers up into the darkening sky. Her tail...

The sun falling perhaps would suggest a nearing bedtime--but not for the two adventurers on their date. The orange glow of the sun caught on Kokoro's halo, making it almost seem to glow. It gleamed on Rofaran's silky dark hair, making some strands appear orange as well. Fallen leaves in brilliant yellows and oranges littered the ground, Kokoro's paws pressing on them softly, while Rofaran's claws dug up the dirt underneath them slightly. The sounds of the crackling campfire guided thei...

"No, we're not lost, Rofaran," the smaller pink phim said, as believably as possible. "I mean, I know where we're going." The brown phim beside her snorts at that. She pauses, thinking for a moment. "And I kind of know where we are." "Really?" The voice of the taller phim beside her is clearly disbelieving, if a bit amused. "You know where we are, and where we're going?" "Yuuuup," she says, smiling. "It's just hard to get there because... it's a maze. And it's just sooooo fun to...

Long before Adelyne Everpetal heard the whispers and stepped into the dark portal in hopes of freedom and truth, she was a naïve elysiphim who lived with much content in The Elysium. "Come on, Red," she said one day, a wag to her tail. "We simply must follow these rumors!" It wasn't unheard of for Adelyne to take off after gossip she heard, and a mysterious weaponsmith located on the dark edge of the Elysium was no exception. When she told Marley where she was planning on going...

She made her choice, and the golden fruit weighed heavily inside her satchel. It was clear she'd have to keep it hidden... possessing an item like this...   Well, it certainly wouldn't put her in good graces with The Weaver. Yet, what business would The Weaver have with a lowly elysiphim like herself? She would never get to see The Weaver, let ...

Even though she left Marley's tower ages ago, she still was not sure how to feel. The whisper called to her. First, it was an invitation. To fly, to come. It had been welcoming—at first. However, as Adelyne tried her hardest to stick to her training and her mentor's words, the whispering only became more persistent. To Adelyne, it no longer felt welcoming. It nagged at her, annoyed her. Under the guise of friendliness, it wanted to lure her into a trap. As she reflected on her...

Adelyne could be considered an Elysiphim of many, many traits. Yet, few would be amiss to label curious or inquisitive as one of her top characteristics. When the whisper came, nothing more than a breeze, she stopped midway through reciting a magic spell. "Did you forget? Or did you decide to waste both of our time with your lack of attention?" A harsh and somewhat cold voice asks her, and she looks over at her mentor. For a moment, her eyes are still unfocused, but as she blinks, she ...

Who would've thought that a little bit of a spar would've gone so badly so quickly!? What a horrid concoction that had been flung at her. She hadn't been agile enough to dodge it. In fact, her reaction speed was so slow that she barely even processed what was chucked towards her. The first thing that registered was the immediate pain as the liquid splashed all over her fur, yelping in hurt. It coated her red and white fur. It burned, a mixture of holy and abyssal magic that was a mixtu...

Once upon a time, he was a fighter. Driven and dedicated, he would hold on to his ideals, the things he cared about, like a vice. The white chain on his neck that stood out against his dark pelt reminded him of the years he spent imprisoned. The crescent-shaped horn through his head reminded him of the first taste of freedom. Initially, freedom wasn't what he expected it to feel like. After years of being imprisoned and betrayed by one he trusted—his blood, his kin—he had thought f...

Fluonia stood in the long golden grass plains of Elysium. Here, the days were always pleasant. The sun shone golden on the white buildings, making the grass seem to glow. This beautiful shade even painted the clouds. It was a harmonious and beautiful sight. Her halo reflected and glimmered in the sunlight, almost blinding for one to look directly at. With half of her being dark black and red, she stood out like an anomaly. It did not matter much, if at all, although it made her much ea...