#closed starter for oflostinfound

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @oflostinfound ]

Rumors had been running rampant, as were several younger 'non-humans' in the wake of the Huntress' arrival in a certain lakeside town. A hunt was beginning to stir for a particular azure-skinned child, and there would be little to stop such a Huntress from hunting them down for who knows what purposes...

...unless there was another quarry to catch their focus and lead them astray.

A tall, grey-cloaked figure very much in the roughly eight-foot-tall-range made a point to linger and patrol near the treeline as he circumnavigated the lake, following the imperative he had gained from instinct and prescience alike: somehow, this was what was needed of him, according to the world of spirits both living and dead, and thus he followed their pleas as best he could, to help maintain the balance.

...After all, compared to most of these younger folk, he was far more accustomed to evading capture with martial skill and wit alike, and with far more painfully-earned experience etched into his very skin at surviving such hunts...

All that was left was to see if a certain someone took the bait...

[viviskull]

Closed Starter with @oflostinfound - A Fresh Empire with Some Even Fresher Faces

Early in the morning, the harsh sun’s rays beat down hard on your face as the rumbles of the stinky wooden horse carriage awaken you and your companion from your lazy slumber.  It had been the most bumpiest ride you had ever gone for a cheap buck, but beggars couldn’t be choosers in a world where in just a night… You both had run from a kingdom that’ve been no longer home the moment it had been raided by great and hostile enemies; too many to recall by the hot hazy morning.  You both had somehow managed to get some rest during the days and nights you two had been on the run, on your sharpest guard, and perhaps by the spirits it had been a blessing in disguise to survive the long trip in this paid, one way ride on this less than comfortable wagon.  Ignoring the irritated yelling of your coachman over the sounds of their horse marching across stone cobble with a clatter of their metal hooves though, distant laughter and bright chatter echo into your ears the moment you rise from the dull comfort of the straw cushioned seats you and your companion took as substitution for the closest thing like hayfitted beds. 

Oh… OH, it wasn’t just chatter!  It was actual other people!  Not only just other demons you’ve heard about surviving in all those off putting rumors or passing stories you both eavesdropped in that one tavern you both came across in your penniless run.. There were humans mingling with anthro wolves, angels having drinks with their once born natural enemies, ghosts chasing after centaurs on the uneven stone streets, and from the limited view of your pairs’ ride… daemons.  Actual Daemons who, like you, must’ve escaped when many of your people had been separated for goodness knows how many months it had been.  Maybe there had to be a familiar face in this strange kingdom that’d be willing to take you in until you could settle in; or at the very least, provide you with some food until you both could get your bearings.

Of course, you and your companion didn’t honestly believe it to be true at first.  However, with so many wooden roofed houses, messy yards, and people of countless diverse colonies being clumped together in just ONE little section the moment your carriage trotted right on through this empire’s guarded walls, you could perhaps find some ease you both could be safe for once in this harsh, hostile world.  As much as the legends could’ve been a trap, some peace could be found here.  You and your companion only knew so much, with it being ruled by a family made of either hybrids or stranger creatures beyond warm, common blood, but maybe there’s something you could do to feel a part of this seemingly homey community it presented.

Just as you could let yourself think of what life could be like here?  “Ye serfs already awake in there?!”  A loud yell of your hackman is quick to call to you through the glassless windows of your pairs’ carriage.  “This is far as I go, ye hear!  These paths get more crowded at this time of the mornin’.”

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[Closed starter for @oflostinfound ]

It was hard to ignore his surroundings, even at the best of times. Not when he was made specifically to harmonize and listen to them.

Someone, Something out there, in this forest specifically, was tearing itself in two on every possible level; mental, spiritual, and if the echoes of pain were anything to go by, almost physically literally as well. That made it hard to ignore the same way it would be impossible to ignore someone casually stabbing you with a rusty knife repeatedly.

...it would be an honest question, were anyone around to ask him, if it was more a sense of concern or a simple desire to stop feeling so much pain himself that drove him to find the source and help them.

Nonetheless, the Cloaked Giant silently approached, holding a living staff of oak, ash, and thorn intertwined.

Closer and closer to the source of everything.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @thelittlestdemon]

Do not ask how he got here. Do not ask how he finally got out of the hospital clinic, or where he got the matching vintage hat and swimsuit. Do not ask how he managed to have a date with silvery hair and a matching sun-hat and one-piece on his arm.

All anyone at the ball needs to know is that a Fae is present, and so are his drinks. Surfs up, anyone?

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

A Crasher, a Keg, and a Coat of Leaves

[Closed starter for @oflostinfound for the Big Event-]

A Spring Ball is always something to note for those tied to Nature: Spring is a period of birth, renewal, growth, vitality, and recovery in many ways and in so many cultures, that any event celebrating its return and resplendence by nature had to have a little magic to it.

For better or worse, one such individual, a Fae as in touch with Humanity as with the Otherworldly, had decided to pop in, invited or otherwise, to make sure there was more than enough magic to go around at this particular spring ball.

With a flourish of leaves in a sudden gust of wind - as many green and verdant as there were golden and crimson, oddly enough - a tall red-headed man at just under 8 feet tall appeared outside the venue, carrying a keg nearly twice his size over one shoulder with seeming ease, a small- for him- cane of intertwined Oak, Spruce, and Yew that still seemed vibrantly alive with budding leaves just under the knotted handrest at its top, and vibrant outfit made by an expert chimeric tailor whose amber-leaved cape seemed to drag the stray leaves from his entrance back into its billowing folds.

"...Hello there! Did anyone ask for Refreshments~?"