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Born: August 22, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 1
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Beau Theroux

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Jeremiah Richards

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Naberius Reum

Shadwyn Drake

Caitlin Boru
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Ronan R Boru

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RealmTo die is an awfully big adventure.
Created by Virelai Tylwyth
New OrleansLove, Spirits, and Bad Decisions
Created by Liam Moore
The Black Rose~Closed - Yule Ball in Valhalla - VIP Lounge~
Created by River Song
The Black Rose~The Black Masquerade 2019~ *Closed*
Created by River Song
Beau Theroux 04/04/20 -raises hand for a high five-
"Sorry, Vir, I gave it my best shot."
Harlowe mac Lir 04/03/20 ~While packing the last of the things she kept at the OdD plantation house to move into Manny's rooms there, Harlie came across the parchment, wax and stamp that had been given to her what seemed like a lifetime ago. Along with the phoenix pendant she hadn't had the heart to throw out. So much had changed since that night so many months ago. And while she was happier and more confident than she'd been in quite some time, in large part because of the Celtic god who inexplicably worshipped her, Harlie would be lying if she said there wasn't something missing from her life. Or rather, someone.

In a moment of utter honesty, Harlie admitted to herself, as she sat on the edge of her freshly stripped bed, that she missed the girl who had been the closest thing to a sister she'd ever had. Her opposite in every way, but truly her other half. Her soulmate in ways much different from her husband.

A heavy sigh left her as she thoughtfully stared down at the items in her hands. A finger lightly traced the lines of the reddish orange bird that hung from a cord. She'd heard talk of the attack that had recently taken place, of course, even though she was far removed from it. Or felt that way, at least. And her thoughts then had turned to the girl. Harlie had considered reaching out to her then, to find out for herself that she was okay. To see if there was anything she could do for her. She held back though, not wanting to intrude on what was sure to be a difficult time. Unsure if she, and her concern, would be welcomed.

Harlie's thoughts drifted to a note she'd received months ago. The one she hadn't really known what to do with. Wasn't sure what it meant or if she was ready for whatever it was. Or wasn't. Things were different now though. And when an impulse struck her,, without thinking too much about it, not giving herself time to second guess herself, Harlie jumped up from the bed and crossed to the desk. Laying out her items, she wrote a quick note.

After including a little gift, she sealed the note with the wax and stamped it, whispering reassurances to herself. And then she held her breath and waited for the magic to do its work. Wondered if it would. Maybe it had...gone bad. Did magic expire? Laughing at her silliness, she shook her head and stood without looking to see if the note still lay on the desk. And with a flutter of nervous anticipation in her stomach, Harlie went in search of her husband to demand that he provide a distraction.~

I hope this letter finds you well. I heard of the recent...difficulties you may have experienced. I'm sorry for that. Despite everything that's happened between you and I, I would never wish that on you. Please know I want nothing but the best for you. And in that spirit, I've enclosed a little something to help you in your efforts to regain your strength. If you're looking for a new home, I know of a place down in Louisiana that would welcome you. If you need...anything else, you know how to find me.
Ronan R Boru 03/30/20 "Pleasure Virelai. I am sure we will get along well. I am keeping busy as is my wife Lilly who was not war killed but bountied instead. War changes many people lass some for the better others not so much. If you need any thing let me know and if I can help I will. "
Ronan R Boru 03/30/20 "No we have not. I am Ronan Boru. Indeed we did both take a unwanted and unneeded vacation. I am guessing at the hand of the same person in the end as well. Thank you for the welcome back though."
Ronan R Boru 03/30/20 Welcome back
Elowen Jocosta 02/15/20 Elowen thought back to the party and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It seemed so long ago that they all congregated for Liam’s party only to be interrupted by the attacks above. It was a terrifying time but Wen looked at it with fondness. She had spent the entire night avoiding Hector, pretending as if they night they had spent together a week prior to the party never happened, but the two couldn’t move past it. The undeniable connection wouldn’t allow them to simply forget one another. The legion marked a terrible time for the realm but Wen was blind to the destruction as she followed her heart and spent her days in Hector’s bed while the rest of the world fought off the terrors of their doppelgangers.

Her smile slipped from her face though as the next question was posed.

What were her goals?

Did she know how loaded that question was?

Possibly not, it wasn’t a bad inquiry into the life of Wen but it was something that the young hybrid was unsure of how to answer. Did she have goals? She must, everyone has goals even if they don’t say them out loud. Wen had grown up in a world where the future was something pretend and thinking that far ahead surely meant you were delusional. Every day was a fight or a struggle. Your goal was to survive the day and see your friends survive as well. Her goals had always been simple...stay alive long enough to die.

Reaching out a hand Wen caught a strand of Vir’s hair between two fingers, gently running her fingers down the strand before twisting it in a not and then letting it go. Wen, always intrusive, needed to still feel the presence of those around her to keep her mind at bay, to stay grounded in this place and not slip to the dark abyss of her mind.

“I don’t know.” It was the most honest answer she could give the woman. She didn’t know, she wasn’t sure what her purpose was or where she was going. “I suppose I need a job and then from there I need to help others, others like me.” She felt her shoulders shrug for a moment before she stepped forward, inches from the woman, her hand now resting cooly against her cheek.

“What of you, our fearless leader? You want to unify us and make us strong, but what happens after that?”
Andy Codin 02/14/20 You're welcome. And you do very well
Shadwyn Drake 02/10/20 You have done very well! Congrats on the new rank!
EtaineNightBreed 02/10/20 Congratulations on the new rank!
Geoffrey Drake 02/10/20 Well done on the new rank!
Andy Codin 02/10/20 Congratulations on ranking up. You're an inspiration to all of us
Elowen Jocosta 01/29/20 It was unsuspecting to see the women turn to Wen for advice or opinion of what the coven needed. Wen was not a leader, she had always been the one to follow, never voicing her opinion louder than those around her. Though she was opinionated she always let others walk down the path of leadership while she reaped the benefits of those around her. It wasn’t the greatest strategy to live by but it was the one that she had succumbed to for many years. Nervous energy tickled inside her being as she shifted her weight from side to side. Bishop and Jameson had been two leaders that Wen didn’t have to question but once. The only time when doubt and fear had her lashing out from the decisions that they made. Apart from that one moment in time she had wholeheartedly trusted that they were well organized and knew what it was that they wanted to do with their coven.

Vir was not them.

That wasn’t to say anything about her leadership skills or her ability to command their coven. Vir had shown up like a storm. Growing stronger and stronger till dropping the full force of herself into the coven with a strength and passion that was needed. It was true that Wen had been preoccupied with Hector but Liam kept her informed and the moment the transference of power happened she knew. Of course, there was doubt and fear. That was something that always lingered within Wen, but standing here now, discussing the future of the coven she helps hope and the bridge of trust was slowly building between the two.

“I don’t know how others feel. I don’t know that they would be willing but maybe we should look into months sparring matches. I’m not much of a fighter. The times I’ve killed have been due to instinct and my inability to control myself. I think it would be useful for us to all band together.” The more Wen talked the more stupid she felt, but still, she continued. “We could learn new fighting methods from each other, keep up our strength, and learn how to fight together. What happened in the city with the shadows left me feeling helpless. Others leaped at the chance to fight. We are a coven and at the time of the attack, we were all shuffled into a party, pretending like the world outside wasn’t falling apart. Dealing with things we shouldn’t have seen. We weren’t ready. We still aren’t ready. I think we need a sparring room, and anybody willing to teach can teach and those that want to practice can practice. I don’t know if it will work or if it will help but it might be a start.”
Elowen Jocosta 01/18/20 The lump clogged her throat, the air she had so quickly pushed to and fro was now impassable. Josie was dead. She had suspected as much since she hadn’t heard from her friend but Elowen had held out hope. Wen was one of the few that had warmed to idea of Joseph and Josie and before their departure to New Orleans Wen and Joe had come to an understanding. They both wanted the best for Josie and Wen had entrusted the wolf with her friend’s well-being. Then the two had decided to marry and Josie so happily asked for Wen to be a part of the day. They spoke and then….silence. Part of herself wondered if it was due to her absence in London that prevented the girls from keep up their communication but the words that Virelai spoke derailed that notion. Now this woman, this person that was supposed to be her leader was willingly admitting to killing her friend.

Wen couldn’t help but rip her arm from the woman’s, furious tears trailing down her cheeks like rivers on a map as she took a step away. Words couldn’t alleviate the pain and anger that was boiling inside of her. Spots of white dotted her vision while she tried to blink away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. She had dealt with death, dealt with death of a close friend, but it didn’t mean that she was okay. Her best friend in her mortal life had died from an overdose, a path that Elowen herself was happily following. The only thing that stopped her from jumping over that same ledge was the pregnancy that she discovered. It was her savior and then that too was taken from her. Wen had grown accustom to a life that took so much from her being.

The world had taken her youth while she shifted from home to home in the foster system, it had taken her friend when drugs were their only recreation, the facility had taken her humanity and now this person standing next to her had taken the life of her friend. Why? Because Josie had asked? Wen wished that she could wrap her hands around this women’s throat and squeeze till her pretty little head flew from her body. She wanted to see her blood spilled at her feet and hear the sound of her body crack against the cool concrete on which they stood.

Do it. Ah, so the monster has woken.

Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.

The chanting of the beast came to a crescendo inside her head and Wen’s hands lifted to firmly press against her temples. Her eyes clamped shut and she tried to push the image of the shackled beast back to sleep. That hideous monster was a reflection of her hybrid soul which had been split in two. Hector had shown her the visceral creature and now Wen couldn’t get the image out of her head. The metaphor of the beast was engraved in her mind, because the truth was that she was that beast and there were times when it felt so good to release the creature that thirsted on blood to enhance survival.

Then as if nothing had happened, the moment passed and Wen once more wrapped her arm through Vir’s and continued to pull her down the hall. Josie had a darkness just as Wen had, but Joise had fallen and even if this woman killed her Wen couldn’t hold animosity towards her new leader. Josie was dead, and Wen was certain that in this immortality that she had been given she would see many friends deaths. That was the past and Wen had spent so much time in the past that she was forgetting to look forward. Pulling the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt over her hands she pulled Vir at a brisk pace as she turned her attention away from Josie. She could mourn in Liam’s bed for Josie if the time came but right now she needed to ensure that Wahnsinn was still safe and still the place she wanted to call her home.

“How are our ties with Sine since you’ve taken charge? Are we still allies? Are we still their first line of defense? If so, I think we need to discuss training. I was….preoccupied during the Legion attack but none of us were prepared. Each of us has a certain set of skills and I think it’s time we start sharing our knowledge so we won’t ever be caught off guard again.”
Elowen Jocosta 01/16/20 Wens arm wrapped tightly around Virs as they made there way down the corridor, the young vampires eyes absorbing all the familiar surroundings a slight sad smile pulling at the corners of her lips as they passed Hectors room. She missed him dearly, she never knew that she could need someone so desperately till she had to be without him.

"I suggest we walk and talk, I'm trying to keep my mind clear. The clearer it is the more control I'll have." Wen fell silent as she moved her gaze the mystery woman. They were relatively strangers but if Bishop and Jameson had entrusted her with the coven then Elowen would give her a chance.

"What happened here? I left for a month and I return home and this place is a ghost town." She tried to hold back the memories of the facility but they raced in like wildfire. There was an eerie resemblance to the abandoned subway that served as their home and the facility from which she escaped. Wen had managed to drag Liam back to the disstatsful building and discovered the wretched aftermath of her unplanned escape. She could only hope that Wahnsinn wasnt succumbing to similar circumstances.

The irrational part of her brain told her that everyone else was dead. That some wickedness had descended upon her family and wiped them away but Vir didnt seem alarmed and she had to keep those fears at bay and allow her new leader to make a case for the coveb.Letting in fear was a sure way of letting out the monster residing in her head.

"Why has everyone gone? Where is Josie? Why have we been abandoned?" Even though Hector had unlocked the part of Wen that could survive without breath it didn't stop her from rapidly pushing air in and out of her lungs as her eyes once more befell the silent halls of her home.
Elowen Jocosta 01/12/20 Wen had been away for a little over a month but in that short time away in London things changed drastically back here in New York. From the absence to Josie, the disappearance of her two former leaders and the rise of Vir as there coven commander. Liam had been appointed second and many of the faces she was used to seeing around the halls of Wahnsinn had faded away like ghosts. Everything had changed and that change was something that Wen was still adjusting to. As she wandered around the halls she spotted the face of her new fearless leader. “Yule! Yule!” Shaking her head she skipped forward. “Sorry, Vir. Vir yes, no Yule, yes Vir.” Her cool hand reached out to the woman as she approached resting gently on her shoulder. With Hector she didn’t feel as strong a need to touch but being back here in the halls of her coven old habits dredge their way to the surface.

“I think we should chat.”
Beau Theroux 12/12/19 "Daaaaaaaamn Vi, you look good in Gold!"
Beau Theroux 10/28/19 The wolf stopped what he was doing as he heard his name called and slowly gaining in volume. Suddenly, something had made contact with his back. Turning his head he began to move to see what was behind him. Little did he know, she was attached to his back. Thus he continued to spin in semi-circles much like a dog trying to catch his tail.

When she released him he gazed down with his ever present beaming smile. "Aw, shucks, naw. I ain't that strong! Just been workin' on some spells and whatnot. Thought it was about time I increased my repertoire. How you doin', Vi?"
Caitlin Boru 10/17/19 * her.nods.* " Thank you you been very kind. Hope we can talk again some time I would like that very much."*turns and heads on her way.*
Harlowe mac Lir 10/15/19 ~Harlie had gotten Yule's earlier text issuing the dare, but she hadn't responded. Not yet. Not considering the...developments The day had brought, thanks to her latest interaction with Manny. She felt it best to spill it all to her friend when they were together in person. Besides, after mentally going through her wardrobe, she realized she didn't have anything appropriate for an evening on the water. A shopping trip was very necessary. And Harlie wanted her best friend with her to help her choose an outfit.

This would be her first date...well, her second first date with her ex-husband and she couldn't deny that she was more than a little nervous. Butterflies fluttered erratically in her stomach as she walked down the city sidewalk. It was then that the phone in her hand chimed with an incoming text. She swiped and then read. As her eyes moved down to her friend's latest conquest, they went wide. This one was gorgeous. Yule really did have great taste in men.~

Snow Queen Bestie
I hope you got that one's number!
I can't wait to hear all about the kisses.
The day has definitely been..unexpectedly interesting, to say the least. And my plans for the evening promise to be more of the same.
Are you free to meet me at the mall? I hate to pull you away from all of those liplocks, but you and I have a very important mission. And it's time sensitive.
Jeremiah Richards 10/14/19 There was a moment of embarrassment when Yule caught him, even if it was just a reflex. He hadn't had a leg for many, many, years. The gadgets that they'd come up with since the war were amazing, but even with his preternatural strength and was still hard sometimes to keep upright, especially when taken off guard. It washed over his brown eyes until he blinked it away and focused on the cold hand.

In Jeremiah's head he was saving her. He was saving her from having to go around and find another poor unsuspecting soul from which to barter a kiss. Again, the man was old fashioned. No, he was just old. Even though the world around him had changed, he still remained the person born at the turn of the century or very near to it. He still had some ideas of chivalry no matter how outdated.

"Well, it means that you don't have to find another stranger to kiss, doesn't it?" He would give her a small smile before placing his lips on the back of her hand. It was quick. Chaste. Just long enough for her to use that phone of hers to snap a picture. Sure, there were probably men out there that could have made that kiss more sensual and more drawn out. But it wasn't Jeremiah's style.

He did give the hand a gentle squeeze before he let go, the coldness of her skin having left his a lukewarm temperature that he wasn't used to. "My name is Jeremiah, by the way. Just so you weren't kissed by a complete stranger."
Jeremiah Richards 10/14/19 Jeremiah wasn't a huge fan of crowds. He found them cumbersome and hard to maneuver in. It wasn't always like this. He remembered a time when, even when bustling, the streets were clear enough you wouldn't be jostled by every person that walked by. Now, though? People were just about everywhere. It made him nervous. He was always worried he would accidentally hurt someone in these situations, though he'd been in control of his wolf for many years. It was easy to do when your inner self was your only company. You got to know one another really well.

It was a shame it happened after his wife had passed or he might have gone home to her. Maybe he would have forgiven himself sooner for things that were out of his control. Hindsight being 20/20 was sometimes a pain in the ass.
There he stood, just on the edge of the crowd, taking some time to collect himself and rest a bit when he felt the sensation of cold soaking through his black cotton jacket. He ran warm, as did many of his kind, and so it was much more shocking than it might be to a mere human.

He looked down at the woman, meeting mossy orbs with ones of deep chocolate. For such dark eyes, it was still easy to see the surprise there. Grabbing on to him nearly caused him to lose balance, shifting back slightly to take weight on his left leg. Eyebrows furrowed at her suggestion, though.

Caught off guard, he mumbled an "Ummmm" before letting it sink in what she was asking. He was born in a different time. A time where men didn't go around kissing women on dares and they definitely didn't capture the moment on film. Not until the war, at least, and people started feeling the need to immortalize their goodbyes just in case it was their last. So, needless to say, caught off guard he was. "I'm sorry...I'm not really in the habit of kissing strangers, my dear." Spoken like the old man he was despite the youthful visage. "Though, if a nice peck on the back of the hand would suffice, then I'd be more than happy."

He shifted his weight again, looking down at her, and then offering a hand to take hers. Maybe he was old fashioned, but there was a rhyme and reason to these sorts of things and young women shouldn't just be out throwing kisses for fun and games.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/14/19 ~Harlie had just left Manny, the memory of his kiss still making her lips tingle, when her phone chimed with a text. Digging it out of her back pocket, she told herself she definitely wasn't disappointed that the text she received wasn't from the Celtic god. And, in fact, she was happy to hear from her best friend. She briefly considered telling Yule via text what had just happened between her and her ex, but as she read Yule's words, she decided that it was best to tell her in person. Besides, she was eager to find out exactly how her friend's mind worked and what sort of challenge she might come up with.~

Snow Queen Bestie
Morning, honey!
I'm having a wonderful day. It's especially beautiful out today, isn't it?
How goes your little...challenge? Any progress?
I'm feeling adventurous today. Dare. What do you have for me?.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/13/19 ~Harlie smirked as she read the text from Yule. Her blue eyes strayed to the attached photograph and she raised a brow, impressed by just how good-looking the man her friend had chosen for her first kiss was. It probably made her a hypocrite, but she wasn't sure she would have had the lady balls it took to approach a stranger so attractive and ask for a kiss.

She started to reply to the text when another text came in. A soft laugh fell from her lips as she read it and when she reached the attachment, her other brow joined the first. The second man her bestie had chosen was just as attractive as the first man she kissed. With a smile on her lips, she murmured "Go Yule." under her breath as she started to.tap out a text.~

Snow Queen Bestie
I'll hold you to that drink!
you have excellent taste in men.
I'm thrilled you're having a good time. Maybe we should raise the stakes a bit? Make it five kisses with five different men instead of three?
I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with for payback. ;)❤
Naberius Reum 10/13/19 Naberius paused as gloved fingers curled around his arm, gently forcing him to cease moving through the crowd. The cold that seeped through his leather jacket caused an eyebrow to raise in question as he focused on the silver haired woman in front of him. At her words, the other brow lifted. A hint of amusement drifting in his chocolate colored eyes.

Good for her that he was now well rested, fed and the rage was nearly gone, or she would have been met with a snarled 'no' and not even remotely entertained.

"Only a silver coin? I'll have to double my rate after you leave." The dark haired male grinned at her, winking. He was fairly easy to get along with if one could ignore the violent tendencies that appeared when enraged, starved, tortured, or out of control. "I don't see an issue with the picture. What is the saying, it didn't happen unless a picture was taken?"
Harlowe mac Lir 10/13/19 ~The smile on her lips grew as Yule made her choice. Harlie had been hoping her friend would choose dare. She had what she thought was the perfect challenge for her. Something that might be outside of Yule's comfort zone, but which might help her to...expand her horizons a bit.~

Perfect! I dare you to kiss the first...

~She paused, chewing thoughtfully on her lip.~

...three guys you see. Oh, you should probably ask permission first. Apparently goin' around kissin' random people without their consent is frowned upon. And photographic proof is required. Pics or it didn't happen!

~Harlie spoke in a rush, in the hopes that her words wouldn't give Yule a chance to think. Or protest. She began to step away. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she kissed them and blew the kiss to her best friend.~

Good luck!
Harlowe mac Lir 10/13/19 ~Harlie casually strolled up to her bestie, grinning, a mischievous light in her blue eyes.~

Yule! My bestest friend in the whole wide world. Truth...or dare?
Harlowe mac Lir 10/01/19 ~Her phone chimed, and as Harlie read her friend's words, a smile curved her lips. She was genuinely happy for Yule. This realm could be a lonely place. Something she had firsthand knowledge of. So finding someone who intrigued you, someone whose personality meshed with your own, was always a wonderful thing.~

Snow Queen Bestie
That's fantastic news! I'm glad my advice paid off. I hope you learn everything you set out to discover and your curiosity is satisfied.
Of course he'll accept! You're an incredible, smart, strong, kind and gorgeous woman. He'd be a fool to turn down the chance to spend time with you.

Harlie paused when she reached the questions at the end of Yule's text. Thoughtfully she chewed on her bottom lip as she considered how to answer her best friend.
Since the morning they'd woken up together on her lumpy couch, her body snuggled close to his side and her head on his shoulder after a night of drinking and a game of truth or dare, she hadn't heard much from the god she married. And she'd seen even less. They had both jumped up from the couch upon realizing the situation they were in, Manny, she suspcted, more in an effort to respect her wishes than a genuine desire to put space between them.
~Harlie had escaped to the bathroom to shower, an effort to clear the fuzzy confusion from her head before she faced Manny. And it was only as she was washing her hair that she realized she hadn't been woken in the night by one of the nightmares...memories...which has been plaguing her dreams. A first since her escape from hell.
The realization had confused her. She didn't know what it meant, didn't know what to do with it. So she had opted to say nothing at all.~

I'm doing well. Making sure everything is all set for the event. It's coming up so fast! Things with Manny are...complicated. But when aren't they, right?
Keep me posted on how things are going there. Text or call if you need any more advice. About anything.
Stay safe and come home soon. I miss your face.❤❤❤
Harlowe mac Lir 10/01/19 ~Harlie couldn't take the anticipation any longer. Yule had come to her for advice. Advice about men. Or rather, one man in particular. And after she had demanded information and gotten every last detail about the man who had snagged Yule's attention from her best friend, Harlie had reluctantly given her the best advice she had.
Harlie wasn't sure she was the best person to ask advice from, especially as it related to relationships and feelings, given the sad state of her own love life. But it was the first time Yule had asked her for anything. It was also the first time the yin to her yang had mentioned someone in this realm, aside from herself or Manny. That had to mean something, though she wasn't sure Yule herself understood exactly what that something was.
She was excited for her best friend. Happy that she had found someone who put that dazzling smile on her face when she spoke of him. She wanted Yule to grab whatever shreds of happiness she could, while she could. Harlie was well aware of how fleeting that happiness could be. But at the same time, hearing about this man, this stranger, had brought forth all of Harlie's protective instincts. She couldn't wait to meet the man who made her best friend happy. So she could decide for herself whether or not he was good enough for her. And it was with all of this in mind that Harlie tapped out a series of texts on her phone.~

Snow Queen Bestie
Sooo??? Don't leave me in suspense!
Did you find your guy?
How did it go? I'm dying to hear all about it!
You should invite him to our...event. I'd love to meet the guy who's responsible for that pretty smile on your face.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/24/19 ~Harlie's eyes lit up when her phone chimed with a text from Yule. As she read the words on the screen a soft smile curved her lips. A laugh escaped her and then she was tapping out a message.~

Snow Queen Bestie
Your very first text! I think that deserves a celebratory drink. Have one for me too.
I hope you like the gifts. I couldn't resist the necklaces when I saw them in the shop. They came as a pair, I have the other one. And together the pendants form a whole circle.
Are you having a good time? Text me if you need a ride or a place to crash for the night. ❤

~After tapping send, Harlie impulsively snapped a picture. Smile wide, blue eyes shining as she gazed into the camera. The pendant that hung from the necklace she wore nestled against her chest. She pressed a button and sent the photo to Yule.~
Harlowe mac Lir 09/24/19 ~Harlie sniffed at the fragrant parchment the letter she'd received from Yule was printed on. She's gotten the letter earlier in the day, when the parchment appeared in her hand while she'd been waiting for her coffee to brew. She'd meant to send a letter in response sooner, but first, she'd had to go out and purchase a gift for the woman who had quickly become her closest friend. When she'd returned to the tiny apartment she was calling home these days, Harlie had gotten sucked into the tv series she'd been looking forward to watching, and the package had slipped her mind. Until she'd received a series of texts from the god she wished desperately that she could forget.
Pressing pause on the tv after sending a text to Manny, she got up to retrieve the package containing Yule's gift. It occurred to her to wait until they were together again to give her friend her gift, to see how she would react. But Harlie was impatient. She didn't want to wait. And if she timed it right, Yule would still be at the party she was attending when she received her gift.
She boxed up Yule's gifts and then took out a sheet of pink paper with unicorns printed on it. She began to write, the ink of the pen she was using dark pink on the pale pink paper.~

Dear Yule,
I'm sorry I've left you to do much of the work. I promise to do better. Give me a list of things that still need to get done and I'll take care of them. and don't worry about the blood. We can hire a cleaning crew to take care of it. You know I'm always up for shopping, even window shopping. Just tell me when and where.
I'm...alright. The chaos in this realm is nothing I can't handle, considering. But you're sweet to worry about me. Always my heroine. I trust you're keeping yourself safe even while having I'd be lost without my best friend. We need to get together soon. These letters are nice, but I want to see your pretty face.
I hope the enclosed gifts make up, at least partially, for my neglect recently.
Love, Harlie

~Enclosed in the package were a brand new cellphone, already fully charged and activated along with a brief note on how to use it, and how to text or call Harlie, whose contact information was already saved to the phone. The phone was enclosed in a light blue case that glittered with rhinestones arranged in the shapes of snowflakes, along with the image of a certain animated snow queen. Next to the phone lay a little pale blue velvet drawstring bag, inside which was a blue half circle pendant with an ice phoenix engraved into it. The pendant was attached to a black leather cord. Harlie currently wore its twin, an orange pendant with a fire phoenix engraved on it.
After attaching the letter, Harlie stamped the package, using the magical stamp and ink Yule had given to her. And then she sent it on its way. The package disappeared and Harlie sat back, confident it would reach its destination. She pressed a button on the tv remote and then picked up her phone with a sigh as she checked to see if the man she had given up her soul for had sent another text.~
Elowen Jocosta 09/22/19 The girls confusion twisted even more inside her head as the woman came barreling up to her rambling on about the things that were happening around them. Wen looked to the woman’s face and then back to the hand she had on her shoulder. Typically she would return the touch, bring the woman into an embrace and hold onto her as she sorted everything inside her head. But things weren’t normal right now, and as she stood here listening to Yule something didn’t feel right.

Stay away from anyone and everyone

That’s what Bishop has told her, it wasn’t safe and these people that looked like her friends and coven mates were not as they should be. So when stepped away, removing her body from the woman’s touch. These frantic words didn’t sound like Yule. Yule always sounded as if she was trying to piece together everything she said, learning and absorbing things as she spoke. No, this wasn’t Yule.

“I need to go. But be safe.” It was false sincerity and Wen needed to get away quick to find her leaders and let them know what she saw.
Nicolas Murray 09/15/19 Twice. Twice she had managed to break him out of jail and he hadn't even had the manners to say thank you. Well, not this time. He gave her a wide grin as he slid between her and the door of the cell, tipping an imaginary hat towards her. His cajun cadence came out thick and low as he made a show of his gratitude. "Thank you, Mon Cherie. I dare say you've saved my sorry rear end more times than I can repay."
Walking backwards at a quick pace, his smile broadened. Ever smiling. Ever jovial. Until, of course, he wasn't. "I do think we should move quick, though. I'd really hate for you to have to save me a third."
Harlowe mac Lir 09/15/19 ~Harlie was locked in a cell. Again. And she wasn't happy about it. She ran her fingers through her hair and blew out a frustrated breath as she paced back and forth in the space that was entirely too small. Even smaller than the tiny apartment she was currently renting. Despite the fact that she wasn't fully closed in, she felt her breath quicken as panic seller up within her.
Sinking down onto a cot, she stared straight ahead with wide eyes as she fought the claustrophobia for control. As words spoken to her broke through the panic, she blinked slowly once. Twice. And then she focused on the familiar face peering in at her from the other side of the bars. Jumping up, she crossed the small space to stand across from the other woman. A relieved breath left her as she placed her hands on the bars and watched her rescuer work her magic on the lock keeping her in.~

My hero...ine. I owe you one. Or several, now.
Shadwyn Drake 09/12/19 Welcome to Wahnsinn! We are glad you are here!
Elowen Jocosta 09/12/19 The woman ran her fingers through her hair and Wen’s eyes lit up in excitement. So many people were put off by her unannounced touching so it was always thrilling when someone reciprocated. The brunette touched people for a few different reasons, the biggest reason was due to the mental state that her mind was in. She had been fecked with and some days her brain couldn’t discern between reality and hallucination. The feel of another being beneath her fingertips helped tether her to the world, grounding her in a way that nothing else was able to do.

The second reason for her unwelcomed touching was simply a craving for affection and the comfort that it brought her. Unfortunately, there were not many people in the realm who were so free with their affections. The fact that Yule not only accepted her advances but returned the favor brought an even brighter smile to her face. She was going to like this girl, at least she hoped that she would. She didn’t believe that Bishop or Jameson would let anyone in walls of their coven that would be harmful to the other members.

“I’m glad to have you around. There are some pretty amazing people in Wahnsinn, but I’m a little biased. Be nice to Josie, stay out of Liam’s bed, and don’t touch Gray, he’s a grump when it comes that.” A soft laugh musically spilled over her pink lips as she moved her hand from the woman’s shoulder to cup her face. Wen’s cool fingers rested against Yule’s skin as she stared into her eyes with her own warm brown orbs. “I do hope you stick around.”
EtaineNightBreed 09/12/19 Welcome to the coven! Need anything just ask!
Elowen Jocosta 09/12/19 -smiles-
-puts hand on shoulder-
-smiles wider-
"Welcome to the coven, I'm Wen."
Manannán mac Lir 09/03/19 "Yule! You are a marvel."

"Oh, and if you see a petite red-head with a fiery temper and clear blue eyes, do take good care of her."

Manannán smiled again and left the holding cell with speed.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/03/19 ~From her seated position on a lumpy cot within the dungeon cell, Harlie glared resentfully at the metal bars caging her in. Though she hadn't tried, she felt confident she could melt the iron with just a flick of her wrist. But that would draw too much attention. And she had no desire to answer any of the questions that would undoubtedly be the result of that attention.
F*ckin' Manny. This was all his fault.
As her thoughts dwelled on the circumstances that brought her to her current predicament and she silently seethed, she felt the tips of her fingers tingle with warmth. She curled her hands into fists and lifted her head when she heard someone approach. Tilting her head, she watched curiously as a woman fiddled with the lock on the cell door. And then the woman was using some kind of magic to break the lock.
~Her lips formed a slow smile as the woman swung the door open. Meeting her gaze, she jumped up from the cot and strode though the doorway. Before she could say or do anything, the woman was retreating. She watched her for a moment before calling out softly to her.~

Thank you!
Manannán mac Lir 09/03/19 Thrilled to see someone smashing open the lock for him once more, he makes the woman a courtly bow.

“Thank you, lady. The accommodation is somewhat lacking, I agree, though I admit to using my incarceration as a place to reflect on my most recent…failings. One day I hope to be back to full strength so I may not come here in the first place.”

“But in the meantime, I thank you for the escape route provided. Keep up the excellent work! Oh, and the name is Manannán. How might I address you?”
Kellie_Auber 09/02/19 Receiving the note, my green eyes flicker briefly. This was how people were welcomed now. Had I truly been gone that long that the Realm had changed drastically? Opening the note in which I had received I took the offered gift and slipped into my cloak. Not sure my words would be heard anyway I shrugged small shoulders and whispered "Thank you." into the breezing winds.
Manannán mac Lir 09/01/19 As Manannán stared up at the empty apartment windows, he sighed realising Harlie, his wife, was not here, hadn't been here for some time. Before he took another step, he felt rather than saw something drop nearby. Bending to retrieve the envelope, he opened the paper and read.

A slow smile spread over his face, and he accepted the gift from one called Yule. Using his magic, he took a moment to write a letter of thanks back.

With a few ancient words uttered under his breath, Manannán used a spell to send the message directly back from whence it came. He hoped to at least surprise the sender as well as thank them.
Daxx- 08/22/19 Daxx bowed his head and smiled. "Tis a pleasure to meet you and I hope your stay in the Realm is a great one. If you should need anything please feel free to ask and I will see what I can do."
Daxx- 08/22/19

Daxx walks up to the newest member of the Realm. The Eternal Embrace Pirate smiled. "Welcome to the Realm. Have some Rum on me."
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