#nanowrimo: adaw

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Writing a witches and fair folk story inspired by Wales and Welsh mythology. Read the intro under the cut vvv

Nothing much changed when she ran away. She didn't know what she expected, but a bounty and eventual 'Missing: Presumed Dead' announcement wasn't it, though the disappointment faded over the years. All political agendas failed to bother her after some time, a gentle easement for her soul as she relaxed into the woodlands, letting the roots and the leaves dig deep until she didn't feel at home unless she was there.

The tower was her home now and it did the job splendidly. She was the witch of the Red Woods; locally she was revered as helper and healer, further afield she put dread into anyone that caused problems for her people. Her whole life she'd never felt so useful, so needed, though that changed when there was a tremble at the portal into the tower. It barely saw use from her these days but it was always there for those times when she was too exhausted to fly, and she regretted not closing it sooner as someone toppled through it, sending books and candles flying as they landed with a smack on their back on the floor.

No one had been in this tower except her for nearly ten years, and she was annoyed that was no longer the case. With a groan the intruder sat up, a man with silver-blonde hair and eyes like spring leaves-- one of the fair folk, maybe-- and he squinted curiously around the room as he gave his back a sore rub. Peering back at the portal, which was plain stone on the inside, he was soon on his feet and nosing around her things, though he seemed particularly interested in her once he'd spotted her perched on one of the upper bookshelves.

Another person stumbled in not a moment later, a redheaded man with an astounding moustache, though even his appearance didn't stop the fae man from staring at her. "I don't think anyone is here at present, Kane. We should wait outside," said the redhead, straightening out his jacket and peering curiously around the room as well. The books under the stairs interested him the most to the point of poking around, and a tap of her talon when he started pulling one out had it snapping back into place, drawing a surprised 'oh!' from the man.

The fae man, the one called Kane, lit up with an intrigued grin at the movement. "Okay: I've changed my mind. Coming to find this woman was a great idea," he said, still watching her intently. When he raised a hand to poke her feathered chest she nipped at his finger with an indignant hoot, and after a brief scowl as he assessed the damage he called his friend over.

The redhead didn't seem as impressed and dismissed her as a pet, but Kane was insistent to the point of rummaging through the books she was perched on. Nipping at his fingers didn't work for long and he managed to pull a book out despite her magic, forcing her to flap her wings to get them to back up so she could hop down onto the desk. "Unbelieveable!" she seethed once she was human again, scowling at the fae man's delighted smirk and snatching the book out of his hand. "You come into my home uninvited; you poke your filthy little hands through all my things; didn't your parents ever teach you manners?"

The hurt he feigned didn't help her temper. "What a horrible thing to say to an orphan." He didn't get to say much else as she gestured sharply back towards the portal.

"Get out. If I see you here again I won't be so lenient," she warned them, turning the man named Kane with a shove to the shoulder and pushing them both towards the doorway when they refused to move.

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For the writing-types that have recently followed, heres my primary writblr: offworldlamb-nanowrimo

I write fantasy, high fantasy, and some modern(ish) day fiction. Gotta say, I love characters, places and situations to the point that I stopped writing fanfiction to focus more on my own. Participating in NaNoWriMo is one of my fave things, so if you want a blog to follow that posts semi-frequently at that time that's me!

Current projects are:

3Kingdoms: two friends are searching for a cure for a wasting disease only called 'the decay' that affects anything that channels magic, including the planet itself. High fantasy, based off an old Tales of Symphonia fanfic called 'Aftertales'.

Adaw: the heir of the fair folk royal family is gathering help for his homeland to finally gain independence from the overbearing king of the neighbouring country, and enlists the help of a local witch with a sinister reputation. Another high fantasy, inspired by Wales and Welsh mythology.

Aspects and Everlongs: a wicked figure works from the shadows to grant themselves immortality and ultimate power, no matter the cost. Over the course of three hundred years there are people working to prevent the worst from coming true: an Everlong (a human cursed by a demon), an Aspect (someone or something granted deep power by super/natural means), and an animated scarecrow guarding the castle ruins where everything started. Fantasy set in Wales.

I swear not everything is set in/inspired by Wales, I just love it here.

Will add favourite OCs soon!

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NEARLY TIME FOR NANOWRIMO.

We're talking angsty bastard gremlin man, woman on a mission to destroy the patriarchy, and a third man is also there and he has a great moustache.

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She hung her head and Roberts scoffed. "All this trouble caused by a stubborn little girl. This is why women should be seen and not heard, and always put in their place when they step out of line," he muttered, before grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You will look at me while I'm talking to you. Show your superiors respect!"

That word burned in her heart. All at once a surge of fire ran through her veins, and she bared her teeth in a furious snarl as she shook him off. His hand went back, ready to strike her again, and she thrust her boot so hard into his groin she could swear her toes knocked against his pelvis.

I live for writing moments like these.

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that feel when you realise your 2021 nanowrimo is just a Final Fantasy IX AU fanfic with pining, angst, and horses.

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listen here you picky little shit