The Sprite of Spring

((Independent RP Blog for the Spring Sprite from Fantasia 2000. Willing to RP with any fandoms, canon or OC characters)) ((Call her Spring or Sprite)) ((Images that appear on here on not my own)) ((I track thespriteofspring tag)) ((Other RP Blog: mistereffinapocalypse ))

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theunworthyson wandered into your forest

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Sprite jumped down off the tree. She landed in front of him, flowers growing at her feet. The spirit waited until Prince Loki had looked back up before she attempted to curtsy, mimicking the action she had seen humans perform. Her attempt was clumsy at best, but it got the point across.

She smiled at him, before floating down closer to the ground. She reached out and touched it with her finger. Flowers began to grow. Using the flowers, she was able to write out what she wanted to say.

‘Spring or Sprite.’

Writing was a wonderful tool. Another thing she had learned from watching humans for so long.

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 ”Spring or Sprite…” he read out loud, his eyes following the flowers as they formed words. He was the least to say amazed by this demonstration of skill and power combined. Of course, he thought, I should expect a spirit to posses such abilities…

“That’s…an interesting name, dear.” he said, offering his hand.. “Charmed.”

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Sprite smiled when he said her name aloud. It was nice when people could get her name right. She stood back up, facing him. When he held his hand out, she was slightly confused. Did he want something? Looking from him to his hand, she finally placed her hand in his, though she was unsure if this was the proper response. 

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motherovernature entered the forest

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Sprite nodded quickly and smiled cheerfully. Of course she could! Especially is the little girl was a spirit. They could all help the land in someway. Floating down to inspect the little girl closely, Sprite pointed to her and then lifted her hands in question. Who exactly was the little girl?

[motherovernature]

“Oh… uhm… A lot of people call me Mother Nature… but… I don’t exactly know how to properly be here since it was inherited a long long time ago. You can call me Seraphina if you wish.” She looked at her toes bashfully, self conscious always when it came to introducing herself.

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Seraphina... such a pretty name. Sprite patted the small child on the head. Mother Nature... Sprite was under her technically. In a hierarchy, Mother would be at the top. 

Sprite examined the girl. Shouldn't Mother Nature be an adult? Again, she looked at the little girl curiously. She pointed to the little girl and made a motion indicating the girl was little. 

[dragontameroutoftime]

“Flower?  Is that what I should call you?”  Hiccup looked between the flower and the spirit for confirmation.  It was quite an impressive flower; he had never seen one like it.  He had forgotten how difficult communicating was without voice or a common language.  He and Toothless understood each other easily, most of the time.

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Sprite twirled around and nodded happily. She could learn to answer to Flower. She pointed to the boy and his dragon, looking curious. Who were they? She moved closer to the dragon again, petting his head. Sprite always had preferred creatures to humans. But perhaps this human was not so bad.

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A Different Forest

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His senses we're still in territorial mode, more so that he was injured. First instincts made him snarl, growling as his hackles sharpened to a point. The area smelled fresh, as if it we're the first day of spring, his favorite season. The nice sweet scent of flowers calmed his mind slightly, realizing who exactly he was threateningly bearing his fangs to. 

"Mistress.." He muttered, words mixed into a growl. The word came out on it's own, feeling natural on his tongue. He could feel the pulse of nature, the one thing he was meant to protect. It made him feel inferior feeling as though the this spirit was royalty but not sure as to why. 

He winced slightly as he tried to move closer, taking a step before stopping in his tracks in order to keep his legs from collapsing. He sniffed the air again, making sure his senses we're correct. He glared slightly, watching the every action of the woodland spirit.   

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A look of confusion came over Sprite's face when the man addressed her. 'Mistress'... she had never been called that before. The word made it seem as though she was above him or something.

She could sense the threatening aura his was giving off, but at the same time it seemed to be fading away. Perhaps he was trusting her a little more? Because of the 'Mistress' title? 

Sprite noticed when he hesitated to move. Again, she examined his legs. He was bleeding still and she finally noticed that bullets were still in him. Slowly, she cautiously moved closer to him. She held her hands up to show she meant no harm. If she could look, she might be able to help him.

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A Different Forest

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Blake sat along the riverside, two hunters knocked out not too far away. He'd just gotten over his wolf outburst, which ended in some deep scratch marks on those people. He could feel his own wounds start bleeding out, dripping onto the little stones.

He'd just been protecting a wolf family, hunters who hunted mindlessly without care always ticked him over the edge, which was a bad attitude that he needed to work on. He limped slightly as he walked, feeling the bullets still inside his legs he would need to make it to his den fairly quickly. 

Hopefully the two hunters didn't bleed out, the gashes on their chest seemed safe enough. A sudden shock of territorial feelings caught him. It was a scent that smelled sweet, fresh like flowers, yet scarily bitter tinted none the less. He didn't let the fear invade much, but he was in no situation for a fight at the moment. 

He looked into the forest, hackles pointed upwards. Trying to pinpoint the location of the scent was difficult, surely it was moving fast. 

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Sprite darted through the trees, shooting through the air. She tried not to interact with the area, but the land she flew over grew. Searching for the source of power, she followed the sensation out of the woods, to the riverside.

Trying to stop, she finally halted face-to-face with the other spirit. She went wide eyed, surprised, and then tilted her head in confusion. This person was the source?

Dropping down to her feet, Sprite circled the taller man. She carefully examined him, while leaving a trail of flowers around her. The man was hurt, blood running down his leg. She spotted the bodies to the side, vaguely wondered if they were still alive. Humans didn't really interest her. This man though she could tell was not all human.

She paused, watching him curiously but wit caution. 

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A Different Forest

Sprite raced along side the forest. Green grass grew behind her as she ran, reacting to her. A smile of pure joy graced her face. She jumped up and gabbed onto a tree, before flying up around it, causing it to grow new leaves. When she jumped to the next tree, Sprite froze.

Something.... was off. There was something very peculiar about this forest. She could feel it. The forest seemed darker, more sinister than most. She scurried down the tree, her feet carefully touching the ground. Small flower bloomed.

Peering around the tree, she looked deep into the forest. Sprite could sense the thing out there. But friend or foe she did not know.

At first, she thought to leave. But her curiosity got the better of her, like always. Taking a running start, she jumped and floated deeper into the forest, searching.

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Six websites I go to when I am upset:

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acurlyheadedman:

1) When I am disgruntled 

2) When I need a quiet place 

3) When I want everything to be okay

4) When I need a hug

5) Just click this. 

6) When I need to calm down. 

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FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

[babedesev]

the hugging one actually feels like they’re actually hugging you and you feel so much better

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(( Throw cookies at them and hope for the best ))

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-kicks and rolls-

I want to RP with someone

But how do I human interaction

-whines-

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motherovernature entered the forest

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“Ooohhh! So you create new life for plants, make them grow big and strong, beautiful, and useful. I wish I could learn how to do stuff like that… But I just mess things up.” She sighed and tilted her head to the side, smiling impishly. “Some day I can… Do you think I could?”

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Sprite nodded quickly and smiled cheerfully. Of course she could! Especially is the little girl was a spirit. They could all help the land in someway. Floating down to inspect the little girl closely, Sprite pointed to her and then lifted her hands in question. Who exactly was the little girl?

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OOC//Replies

I like owe a bunch to people right now »

And I don’t know if I’ll have time to work on them today….

I’m sick and behind on work I have to do….

So I’m trying.

I’ve got like 13 replies I need to do »

Yeah

Sorry

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Bending down, Hiccup peered at the writing.  ”Yeah, I can’t read that.  What language did you use?  The only thing I can read is Nordic Runes and a little bit of English.”  He titled his head from side to side.  Toothless snorted at him.  ”Yeah, because you can read so much better than me.”

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Sprite wilted a little, slightly dejected. She couldn't speak, so just telling the boy her name was out of the question. Well, if she couldn't get him to call her by her actual name, she could get him to go with something related to it.

She leaned down again. Placing her hands on the ground, Sprite focused her magic into the spot. She brought her hands up and out, creating a small flower. Upset with the outcome, she grabbed onto the flower and repeated the action. The flower transformed into a larger, brighter one.

Sprite looked up at the boy, smiling. She pointed to the flower and then herself.

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dousethelightsofbelief entered the forest

Sprite examined the stranger from her perch. He had entered her forest, unannounced. She was not sure he even knew she was here. Jumping out of her tree, she floated down to the base of her tree, flowers growing where she landed. She examined him from afar with curiosity. 

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motherovernature entered the forest

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Spring clapped her hands together. Another spirit! She didn’t see many of them often. The sprite flew around the girl in excitement. Throwing her hands in the air, pink blossoms appeared and showered down on the girl.

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The girl spun beneath the raining pink flowers, smiling brightly and giggling gleefully. “What type of spirit are you? What is it you do exactly? I see you help make flowers grow and bloom. Are you a member of the Spring Sprites? Under the Lord of Spring?” She asked curiously, looking up at the lovely spirit.

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Sprite floated down to the little girl. She asked so many questions! How to answer. Tapping her chin with a dainty finger, the spirit thought. Finally an idea hit her. She pointed to the little girl and then made a motion for her to watch Sprite. 

The green spirit then landed on the ground. Taking a running start, the spirit jumped and flew up, circling a tree. The tree grew taller and came to life as though it were the middle of spring. Leaves rapidly grew, turning a bright green.

After a while, Sprite stopped and floated back down to the little girl. She motioned at the tree and then the forest before pointing to herself. Sprite could do this. Renew the land, bring it back to life.

Was she under Lord of Spring though? Yes and no. She was more of a free spirit.