❝Once upon a time...

LET ME TELL YOU A STORY. Once upon a time in a far-off kingdom there lay a small village at the edge of the woods.

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                         Well, this place was rather DEARY. The Narrator stood in the middle of a path, glancing around at the people passing by with an unamused look gracing his features. He had a strong distaste for the cold for a being who could not suffer from any cold-borne illnesses or afflictions. There were folks walking past him as if he were not there, and to them he very might as well not have been. They were not his target as the Storybook made rather apparent. He looked at the clothing they all donned to hide away from the clothes with a gentle loft of his brow.

                         In a gentle green GLOW of light, his clothing changed in the similar fashion of those... commonfolk he walked beside. Was that animal pelt? His brow furrowed suddenly as he brushed his hands across the black fur on his shoulders. It was soft enough, but he wasn’t about to question what barbaric things were done in this place --- until he pulled the Storybook from his satchel and pulled on the ribbon threaded through the pages. A gentle hum rose in his throat and he took a step before disappearing into thin air again.

                         When he appeared again, he was in what appeared to be a tavern? An inn perhaps? Whatever it may be, it smelled of cheap wine and ale. He smirked, knowing all too well what company he was in now. He ran a calloused finger across the page as he read the words before him. The paper vibrated and hummed beneath his touch and made him pull a face. “Oh, I am looking.” He murmured to it though it kept vibrating in his hands, “One of these times, I would love for me to simply throw you on the group and you may find these people yourself.” He huffed as he glanced up to look around.

                         The Narrator took another step and disappeared only to be sitting upon an empty table with his leg idly dangling off the edge as if he were bored. He heard a voice that stood out above the rest, ringing more clearly. He smiled, “Is that him then? Handsome lad, isn’t he?” He gently replaced the ribbon in the Storybook and closed it shut to tuck it under his arm as he stood from the table and approached the man all while standing beside him quietly. There was a certain ENTERTAINED look on his face as he observed him with a slight smile at the corner of his lips.

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                 “Well then I suppose you will not                     find out what I’m doing today.”

     Freya glared as the man moved closer to her.      The woman tried to pick her pace back up and      attempted to get away from him. When he took      the woman’s bag she let out a displeased sound.      Freya stopped and turned to face the man, placing      her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

                  “Well if you must know you are going                    the wrong way- I’m meeting the man                    I’m seeing and his place is this way.”

      “Stubborn girl.”

                    His voice was quiet, almost inaudible despite the                     fact he  still  found  it  necessarily  to utter it aloud.                     Perhaps  he   wanted  her  to  hear him with those                     sensitive ears of hers.    He sighed,    hoisting the                     purse onto his shoulder as though it were actually                     his own possession.    He waited just across from                     her with an equally exhausted look of irritation.

                     “Fine, what will it take for you to come with me                                 without the inevitable questions?”

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       ❝ I am the Alpha and Omega,                         I am the beginning and the ( end ). ❞

                                                           indie fandomless fantasy oc

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After nearly a week of nonstop rain everyone in Asgard was out and about enjoying the sunshine and the princess was no exception. A few stolen free hours lay before Laerke and it was with eager steps she slipped from the palace on the hunt for fun.

When she was suddenly halted it took all her self control not to strike out at the unexpected touch. Occasionally children, in their wide eyed excitement and shocked awe, would emerge from unexpected hiding places and grab hold of her skirts or her hand. Skittishness from unanticipated physical contact was one last residual personal demon she was working to overcome.

The hand upon her arm was much too large to belong to a child that did not know better. The man who held her was unfamiliar but did not give off a particularly threatening vibe. “Traveler,” she greeted, for no local would have approached her so.

“Please allow me to welcome you to Asgard and inform you that touching any lady here without her consent, no matter her position in life, will only end poorly for you. I would recommend releasing me before anyone else here notices my displeasure.”

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                              There was an immediate reaction to her warning in the way of the Narrator recoiling his touch away from the princess. He had not meant to offend her by any means, but despite thousands of years of work in this blessed role of his --- he still fell prey to his human temper. It was something the Storybook was quick to remind him about. He bowed his head forward apologetically. “Forgive me. I did not mean to upset you. I had been calling for you and you did not appear to hear me.” His hands shuffled around for a moment, one still clutching his book as the other slipped behind his back. With a pale green glow that should have gone unnoticed by the Asgardians walking around them, a flower grew between his fingers until the stem was held gently between his thumb and index finger.

                             Revealing his hand again, a purple rose glimmered in the sunlight with a shimmer of stars decorating the petals with a dark stem leading down to where his fingers lightly gripped it. He held it out to her as some sort of bestowal in a meek attempt to win back some sort of trust in him. “You have deemed me a traveler. Have my actions led you to believe I do not come from this realm so quick?” He joked, a light hint of a smile on his lips. The longer he held her here, the easier his job might become. He shifted the book under his arm as he watched her carefully. “I am sorry, I am not entirely familiar with the customs of this land. I assure you I meant no harm unto you, your Highness.”

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                            Oh, it had been quite some time since the storybook had directed him somewhere so lavish. Dressed in a tweed vest with matching trousers as he normally would, he felt quite inadequate though no one could see him just yet. Looking at the men walking about, he got a good idea of what he should be wearing in an area like this. He wasn’t a fan of bulky armor, however. He was thankful for the apparent warm weather. There was a reason he dressed like he did and it wasn’t simply because it felt familiar. He perked a brow as he shuffled around to open his satchel and pull out the storybook. “Where on Earth are we?” He questioned as he opened it up where the red ribbon lay between the pages.

                                                                       “Or, not on Earth.”

                             Hm, this was a strange place indeed. As he flipped through the story of this realm, he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. His elbow perched on his knee, he hummed as he read. Asgard? How peculiar. Sounded like a royal kingdom more than a land of some advanced lifeforms. Actually, glancing around it looked more like a royal kingdom as well. Was this some sort of castle then? He moved to stand, still scanning through the pages. The blessing of his powers was that he was quick to read, even if thousands of years had taken to establish those pages. Standing at full height, he raised his glance to peer around. ‘A girl with stars kissing her skin,’ as the book described her.

                             No sooner had he read that when he spotted the trail of a starry gown moving from the room out into the light outside. Without moving at all, he disappeared from his spot and appeared at the doorway in robes. With his book tucked under his arm, he strode after her while dodging past the folks in his way. “Your Highness.” He called after her with a slight tone of urgency, picking up his pace as she began to disappear in the crowd. He huffed and shook his head as he seemed to gain no proper response. “Fine, have it your way.” Muttering under his breath, he vanished and appeared next to the woman, grabbing hold of her forearm. She was shorter than he imagined, though he did remember something about dwarves.

                                            “Your Highness---”

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                    Hey new ( and old ) friends! Thanks for all the follows over on this blog. <3 Getting down to things, this is a little starter call to get some things started. It comes with the nature of this character that I’d rather plan out things, but as long as you don’t mind him pulling some shit with your character - please like this for a little thing!

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         With a cursory glance around,   it didn’t take          much to  see  that this place was quite the...          dilapidated mess.     He’d seen worse, but it          never was much fun in these places.  It was          interesting, but -- unruly. Finger on the page,          he skimmed  the  words until he glanced up          to  see  the  woman  he’d  been  looking  for          walking  just ahead of him.      A faint green          glow from his  hand  produced a small bag          made of leather that jingled in his grasp.

                            “---pardon me, miss.                                       You dropped this.”

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          “Well I’m happy to hear that you were rooting for me.”

      The woman’s words were dripping with sarcasm and        she was not amused by all of it. At his question however        Freya raised a brow. Instead of answering his question        she walked past him back towards her destination.

           “That’s for me to know and you to read about               later- besides why is it so important?”

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                “I’d rather not read about it.”

      The Narrator pursed his lips as she moved past him.       If all had been well,  she would have been walking in       the opposite direction. Well, eight-two degrees from       her current position, but details, details.   He sighed,       taking long strides to catch up to her. “It just is.”  He       snapped his book closed,      slipping it into his bag.       In turn,      he reached grab hold of her purse before        giving it a yank as  he  went  to walk in the opposite       direction. 

                        “Come now, places to go and people to see.”

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                    Hey new ( and old ) friends! Thanks for all the follows over on this blog. <3 Getting down to things, this is a little starter call to get some things started. It comes with the nature of this character that I’d rather plan out things, but as long as you don’t mind him pulling some shit with your character - please like this for a little thing!

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    As suddenly as he appeared the man was out     of her line of sight. The original barely had time     to be happy about it before he was suddenly in     front of her. She stopped quickly watching the     man as he thumbed through this mystery book.

   The woman had a look of annoyance on her     face, oh how she hated that name and his comment     about her age did not feel great either.

            “Born Freya Agnetha Mikaeldottir a                thousand years ago though I took on               Mikaelson recently yes. As for the                age I was 30 when I was turned-                do you have a note of that?”

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                 He looked up at her to see the absolutely                  THRILLED  expression  on the woman’s                  face.    Eyebrows raised, he smirked as                  if the spat out  remarks  were some sort                  of challenge to his knowledge.

        “Oh, yes --- and the whole incident about firstborns being killed.                                      Nasty stuff, really. Always knew you’d pull through.”

                               His tone  was  nonchalant  is anything,                                skimming the pages.     “Anyway, that                                is all quite unimportant at the moment.                                 Where did you say you were going?”

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                 “I tend to ignore doppelgangers- a bit of                   a rule I made for myself but you just seem                   to be persistent.”

      The woman tried to conceal the rolling of her        eyes though she was not trying all that hard.        As he followed she picked up the pace a bit        hoping he would grow tired of following her.

                      “ I am not sure why that is your business.” 

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                 “Doppelgangers?                                    I believe you have me confused.”

         In the blink of an eye,  he disappeared out of sight          and reappeared  in  her  path  with a hefty book in          his hands.  It was tattered on the edges with what          looked like faded pages  albeit beautifully elegant          overall. He licked his finger and thumbed through          it curiously while standing there before her.

                       “Niklaus, yes?              I saw the resemblance,                   but I do believe I am the older of us.”

                                  Focusing  back  on  the book he made a face                                   of contemplation, humming to some unheard                                   tune before pointing at her  whilst still having                                   his eyes turned downward at the pages.

                          “Freya Agnetha Mikaelson.                    A vampire.                               ( ooh, quite frightening. )      Very old, but you don’t look a day over one hundred, love.                                                          Please, do stop me if I’m wrong.”

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                            “I do believe it is about as rude as stealing another persons possessions.”

       Freya took her bag back from the man, happy he had        only gone for the bag and not something like the daylight        ring on her finger.

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                  “I was simply returning the favor.”

      He was not keen on keeping her bag.       There was nothing of use to him. He       was,  however,  interested  in  finally                   getting her attention.

                                   “Now, where might you be heading?”

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                   “Do you have ANY idea how rude it is to ignore someone?”

      Of course, that is what gave him       reason  to steal their possession               away in the first place.

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         ❝ I am the Alpha and Omega,                           I am the beginning and the ( end ). ❞