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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 9:05 am
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With wide eyes, Astra nodded her head, recalling the times she had seen him with wings. There hadn't been anything odd with that; most faeries had wings, though it did bring the question as to why he didn't have them now. Originally she had thought he may have some sort of shifting power.
Apparently this was not the case.
The fae's expression went blank, frozen with the knowledge that some..cruel, evil hunter had ripped of the wings of a fairy.
There were cruel things one could do, but to do something like that...it was disgusting. And to make matters worse, he took one wing for a trophy.
Her body shook with suppressed emotion, fighting back the tears she felt. Because now wasn't the time to cry, because why should she cry when Marosa was the one who was suffering so much.
"...Thats so cruel..." She whispered, hands clenching in her lap, and for the first time, ever since she had slashed that hunters eye, she didn't feel so bad for it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 12:50 pm
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Astra was feeling a little calmer, but wheather it was from his natural ability or not she couldn't be sure, not even realizing Marosa had a ability like that.
"It's kinda weird actually. When I was born, I was given oak staff made from one of the oldest trees in my forest. The tree itself has a lot of FEAR, so my parents thought if they gave me the staff and raised me as a reaper, I would have more magical powers then others. Though I was never really good at drawing FEAR from it, and in the end the staff began to conflict with my FEAR. I guess it was trying to become part of me, but since it wasn't like a normal reaper weapon, it would have made me more reaper then demon, and I would have lost my wings. So I had to make a choice."
"It's not all bad though." She explained. "I planted my staff in some soil, and now it's become a small tree. I can still summon fruits and leaves off it. Like this!" She flicked her wrists, and showed him the small pointy leaves in her hands.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:39 am
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