#crumbstarter

[merdude-blog1]

An odd sensation filled Gunnar as he swam about the lake, continuing his daily duties. He missed being on two feet. It wasn’t necessarily new, as a change of shape is often like a breath of fresh air (or a sip of cool water, he would joke), and so the leader of the merfolk decidedly ascended from the depths. 

However, upon breaking the surface in shallow water, Gunnar was surprised to see that he was, surprisingly, not alone. He raised a brow at the unexpected guest, already steeling himself in preparation for a possible confrontation. After all, not every creature in the forest was entirely pleasant.

“...You take a wrong turn at some point?” He called out, not minding the slight nip of cold air upon his exposed skin.

[maevetuath-blog]

Maeve felt as if she was becoming slowly unhinged. Well, that is, regarding what sanity remained. Not that the Queen cared much for such a concept, seeing how ridiculous it truly was. Yet she was no dolt, and could feel all focus slipping away as she persisted on to the next asinine letter sent her way. The fae continued to walk around the forts, searching out the best of the fading light to read. Truthfully, it was more of a ploy to be active. She hated the more tedious parts of ruling, especially those she adopted after joining with her sister and the ragtag collection of benevolent idiots she happened to rule.

Finally giving up, Maeve grit her teeth and balled up the paper, forcing it to rot in her hand like the tree it once belonged to. For a moment, the air was thick with the scent of stale death, though the essence was whisked away by the passing wind. She stopped and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest as the winter breeze blessed it; the rustling of leaves, the murmur of creatures in the underbrush, the light patter of approaching footfall behind her...

The last sound brought Maeve back to the present, opening her eyes and straightening her back with tensing muscles. They were too distant for her to make out any scent or distinctive features, which only inspired the younger Tuath Queen to grind her teeth together. She relinquished her aggression and sighed, anger dissolving into annoyance.

“If you’re neither my sister nor carrying food, I’d suggest making this quick.” She stated without turning towards the guest.

[irisofwolves]

Anger flashed through her. Everything was going wrong. She hadn’t been able to talk to Jason, and avoiding Camila and Abraham was taking a toll on her emotionally. She had wanted to reach out to them, but then there had been the solstice, and then the David reveal, and recently the ice maze bullshit. Iris just wanted this to be over. There were too many twists and turns in this thrice damned Forest, too many ways for the Pack to get hurt and to be pulled apart and ripped to shreds and goddamnit, all she had wanted was a home. Why was the universe so intent on not allowing her that one small concession? Iris shook her head. The universe owes nothing to anybody. But Jason and Camila deserved it. Abraham deserved it. The rest of the Pack deserved it. And anyways, just when she had thought she was getting over a certain Guardian, he had begun occupying her thoughts once more. Her forced estrangement from the ones closest to her definitely weren’t helping matters, that was for sure. And she still hadn’t made a fucking decision. Iris continued punching the plank of wood in front of her, her pace and speed quickly rising. She just kept going, and going, and going, and going, and— shit. 

She stumbled off balance as her fist swung through the air, the expected sound of flesh against wood never arriving. Iris blinked. The plank of wood wasn’t there anymore. It had fallen. Oh. Time stood still as the small clearing went quiet, the birds having flown away long ago. The ringing silence was only broken by a loud gasp as Iris tried to control her breathing, control her emotions, control. She slowly bent down, replacing the plank of wood before continuing once more. She needed to control herself. She slowly restarted her exercises. Kick, punch, duck, spin, punch, punch, kick, spin, kick. Another’s presence was felt at the edges of her awareness, but Iris ignored that in favor of continuing. the. punch. kick. spin. Control. Regain it. Blank face. Movements precise. Mind aware. Do not falter. She can not falter. 

[noemansland-blog]

☠ OPENSTARTER ||

It had not taken long for Noe to discover the marketplace once the colony had arrived in Arain. The colony had been in short supply of liquor in moving anything they’d kept through the cairn to Arain and she was simply not of the mind that one should withstand life’s challenges without a drink. Glaring at the Lake as if it had insulted her mother, she took a sip before regarding her company with the utmost respect. 

               ❝’Fuck’s your problem?❞

[ailisinwonderland]

Ailis knelt next to a patch of the clovers. She was curious about them- she’d heard someone mention them being lucky. Or perhaps unlucky. She didn’t know how to utilize either option so thus far, she hadn’t touched them. But she was curious. Not only were there similar rumors in her home of Ireland about shamrocks and clovers... So she was curious if she could utilize them in spells, potions or maybe she just to use the luck to the make things go her way for once.

"Do you know anything about these?” 

[diegoxxvelazquez]

It was a New Year, and Emrys was bored already. He’d been sitting dutifully by his Cairn for weeks without so much as a quarrel to keep him sharp. Not one to go around picking fights, but also not one to let himself get rusty, he had (what he considered to be) a brilliant idea. It was so obvious, and had been staring him in the face this whole time, obviously this was the most tactful way to gauge the strengths and weaknesses of the other magicks. 

He ran as a human, barefoot through the snow at full speed, he stayed within the confines of the southern reach, close enough to his Cairn so he could respond at a moment’s notice, but giving himself a wide enough birth to have some fun as he frantically searched for his first unlucky victim. He spied someone ahead and tore with haste towards them, moving at inhuman speed as he laid hands upon them, not rough, but enough of a nudge to get their immediate attention before ripping past them and shouting, 

“Tag! You’re it!”

[soraroux]

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ Your muse caught doing something that is out of character for them ✧

It was silent by the lake. She was bored. Since the party it seemed like everyone was growing restless. She didn’t know how Gunnar did what he did. He kept everyone in line. He kept everyone under his rule and did so fairly well. Sora had just wanted a break. So she’d gone to the surface. Checked around the lake to make sure she was alone, which she was at the current moment. 

After making sure no one was in earshot, she walked over to the lake’s edge though- not touching it currently, and sat down. She laid back and finally let her voice drift off. It was just a song she had stuck in her head. But before she could sing in a spot where no one could hear. Around the forest there didn’t to be much of a place for it. Even under the lake it seemed somewhat crowded. She just wanted to a few moments of solace. To sing, get the song out of her head and then go on her way.

[n-sapheire]

The funny thing about being her, was losing things. Of course there wasn’t much to lose when you don’t find yourself hoarding possessions. The little materialistic things Nadeia had though, made her feel ten times more possessive of them. “I can’t believe I lost it.” she murmured under her breath, trying to backtrack her steps from one Lake Faelias’ waterfall to it’s shore. She counted herself lucky the human habitat was on the other side of the lake, it would have been harder to move around unnoticed. 

She kept walking, making sure each step she made was calculated in their vibration, sensing each possible inch of the nearby surroundings. A part of her knew she could let her magick roam much more freely, giving her the benefit of speed, but it also put her in a much more dangerous position of momentary panic if she sensed something else. 

With a huff of irritation after walking at least a hundred yards, Nadeia placed two fingers of both her hands to her temples, closing her eyes as she walked along the shoreline- humming as she matched her steps. “If this goes on for another hundred meters I have no choice.” she whispered again, feeling slightly more dejected in each step she took.