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The earth had come alive, as was the season called spring. Tree's filled with the tender light green of new leaves or the fragrant blooms of delicate flowers. The rich earth covered beneath sweet grasses, flowering fruit bearing plants, and the colorful heads of the many blooms of flowers as they stood tall to capture a kiss from the sun. The delicate fragrance of nature imbedded in the gentle warm breeze that played with branches of all vegitation, causing them to sway in a mesmoric dance to th… Continue

He spied firelight through the dense forest path. Smiling he would begin to walk, bare feet pressing the moist leaf littered ground making absolutely no sound as he passed through the shadows and rogue beams of pale moon light. Making his way to the camp he thought a moment, he didn’t wish to scare the person so he spoke, his voice guttural and hoarse for he had not used it in a long time" Hello there at the fire, may I join you?” he asked as he stepped into the light, bathed in its orange glow.… Continue

Like a thief in the night, the small Rom stole away from the populated territory of the Port. The moon in it's full glory lit the path ahead with it's silvery blue light. The cloudless sky dazzled with the brilliance of it's heavenly bodies, those glimmering stars which resembled the brightness of a diamond kissed softly by candle light. The gentle breeze passed over the lands, greedily clinging to the cooler edge of the winter that was slowly slipping away. It's passing through branches laden w… Continue

To say her life was uneventful, would be the furthest thing from the truth. The past five years was a clear indication of this. The end of her teens had her dealing with a situation in life, that many could only envision in their nightmares. Being attacked in the depths of the forest, her tiny form shred to near unrecognition, only to survive, and that was simply what she did; Survived! Each rake of those deadly claws, and each bite that tore at her tender flesh only solidified the cursed state… Continue

She knew not what possessed her to accept the invitation to the masqued ball at Castle Obyri on BloodRaven Isle. Never had she been to something so extravagant, at least not as a participant; an actual guest of the Royal House. Her wardrobe was simple, nothing so extravagant as to wear to such an event, nor did she truely have the coin in which to purchase such. Few sought out the tiny Gypsy to have their fortune's read, or to seek spiritual advice, so coins were a rare commodity for the Rom. Al… Continue