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  • To Die a Thousand Times

    v.1.3.0

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    I’m walking the long way home with my Spiritbound. It’s late at night but the mild breeze of this Cycle’s Summer makes for a lovely walk. There are no other Fae Folk around so it’s just me, my Spiritbound, and the full moon; the white colours of the latter two, fur and stone respectively, engaged in a subconscious battle of shine. The moon is no match for my wolf, I think and smile as I look to him. It of course doesn’t favour the full moon that it’s fully engaged trying to peek through the splendour of the green leaves adorning the massive crown of the Oak Between Realms. But that fact doesn’t dissuade my opinion. 

    Though tired, I am on my way to see my childhood friend. Ever since she joined the Ironbarks as a Scout those, what I think are too many, moon cycles ago, I haven’t seen her much. And I miss her.

    She doesn’t actually know that I’m on my way. I’ve heard from our mutual Ironbark friend that she and her Scout partner should have returned from patrol earlier today. I can’t wait to see her beautiful surprise when I knock on her root-dwelling’s door. My longing heart starts racing by the thought.

    But I don’t just want to surprise her, though. I have found a gorgeous Sleeping Veil, a rare one glowing with its amber light. I found it while tending the roots and the Shrivelled Sleepers, and I want my childhood friend to have it. I think about telling her how it’s almost as beautiful as her, how the mushroom’s glow may light up the surroundings but nothing like her smile. I dismiss the idea, it’s stupid. Well, maybe I’ll tell her, I think. If the timing feels right.

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  • To Die a Thousand Times (Archived #2)

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    I am walking the long way home with my Spiritbound. It’s late at night but the mild breeze of Summer’s Cycle makes for a lovely walk. There are no other Fae Folk around so it’s just me, my Spiritbound, and the full moon peeking in between the massive crown of the Oak-Between-Realms; the white colours of the latter two, fur and stone respectively, engaged in a subconscious battle of shine. The moon is no match for my wolf, I think and smile as I look to him.

    Though tired, I am on my way to see my childhood friend. Ever since she joined the Iron Barks as a Forester those cycles ago, I haven’t seen her a lot. And I miss her with all my heart.

    She doesn’t actually know that I’m on my way. I’ve heard from our mutual Iron Bark friend that she and her Forester partner should have returned earlier today. I can’t wait to see her beautiful surprise when I knock on her root-dwelling’s door. My heart starts racing just by the thought.

    But I don’t just want to surprise her, though. I found a gorgeous Sleeping Veil, a rare one glowing with its amber light. I found it while trending the roots and the olden sleepers, and I want my friend to have it. I think about telling her how it’s almost as beautiful as her, how the mushroom’s glow lights up the surroundings almost as much as her smile. But I dismiss the idea, it’s silly. Well, maybe I’ll tell her. If the timing feels right.

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  • To Die a Thousand Times (Archived #1)

    v.1.1.0

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    I am walking home with my Spiritbound. It’s late at night but the mild summer’s breeze makes for a lovely walk. There are no other Fae Folk around so it’s just me, my Spiritbound, and the full moon peeking out between the Realm Oak’s branches; the latter two’s white colours, fur and stone respectively, engaged in a subconscious battle of shine. But the moon is no match for my wolf, I think and smile as I look to him.

    Though tired, I am on my way to see my childhood friend. Ever since she joined the Iron Barks as a Forester those seasons ago, I haven’t seen her a lot. And I miss her with all my heart.

    She doesn’t actually know that I’m coming. I’ve heard from my friend, a high ranking officer of the Iron Barks, that she and her Forester partner have returned earlier today. I can’t wait to see her beautiful surprise when I knock on her root-dwelling’s door. My heart starts racing just by the thought.

    But I don’t just want to surprise her, though. I found a gorgeous Sleeping Veil, a rare one glowing with its amber light. I found it while trending the roots and the olden sleepers, and I want my friend to have it. I think about telling her how it’s almost as beautiful as her, how the mushroom’s shine lights up the surroundings almost as much as her smile. But I dismiss the idea, it’s silly. Well, maybe I’ll tell her. If the timing feels right.

    -> KEEP ON READING!