Rage. In My Heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

Celestial ceilings

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"A child of "Rarest Blood" that lived on the Moon to protect her, and yet her loneliness got the better of her as she grew up. She first appeared as a commoner.... I see it as a cautionary fairy tale of curiosity and coveting what cannot be kept, like treasures from a dream." The man laughed, "Surely it's just a tale, yes? But I am curious of if she has a noble ancestry beyond a peculiar complexion."

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

Art Nouveau pendant, 1905.

A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.

"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"

"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"

"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."

The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.

"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"How Adorable are you?"

"...Oh"

"They are beautiful!" Rennoh planted, careful and avoiding direct contact with the plants. Still, his affinity with his Classpect might have affected the plants around.

"I hope they do well for you. How long have you gardened?"

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.

Weighing in at up to 700 pounds, the elk stands as one of the biggest deer species on earth. But don’t think that just because an elk is large that it’s slow. A mature bull can run as fast as 40 miles per hour – they’ve even been able to outrun horses in short races.

"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.

Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.

Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"

Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

Handle with care

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?