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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 10:07 pm
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There were great days and there were bad days. When the child temper possessed her, there were very bad days. This current day was one of the better ones, thought the fae toys were out and more scattered than usual. Sometimes they helped, particularly the fae doll old looking by the standards of any toy found in the markets. Not that she went, a tantrum could have gotten her kicked off the piece of home she claimed as her own. That was where the little minion came in.
This day saw her just returning from the healing house, the pampering there always calmed her down, just being among non-angels also helped. Fae were the most important race in all the world, that the feather brains haven't released was just a sign of their own weakness.
She was a Queen and her time was coming, the proud blood of her race fueled her, never far from her mind. It was one of the big reasons she used her powers as she did, just approaching the door she cast an illusion to make the house look much more like a fae palace if on a smaller scale.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 7:31 pm
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If the young child that had been found in the forest that day had known what was to become of him after he left, perhaps he would have instead chosen to stay. Yet, at that time he'd hardly a conceptualization of the present, certainly none for the future. He merely existed with the spirits that spoke sweet nothings to him. Or, that's what he assumed them to be then, and even know that he felt it was the term he felt best to call them, he doubted the validity of his own earliest memories. What could be trusted of he, but one among a city filled with the most lowly of angels. It was by the pure grace of the Guardians he'd been taken in and shown the error of his existence by Morena, and only by serving her with all of his worth could he atone for his vile self.
Oh... If only he'd been one of the chosen race, one of the fey!
Sometimes his 'mother' was generous enough to ease him the pain of these feathered wings by disguising them in the form of her own. How kindhearted, how much a saint was she to pity one such as him!
As she arrived home, he was in the process of tidying up her home. In his arms he held some of her precious toys as he moved to set them upon the shelf they belonged with the many others she owned.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 4:40 pm
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"Be careful with that, you feather-duster!" Screech of high pitched horror followed Morena darted for the ancient Fae doll. The other toys were left in the hands of her minion but that doll was precious.
Stroking the toy's hair, the fae started to chant, "Momma's doll, momma's doll." Just minutes around it brought her heart rate down and the shaking started to stop. As her breathing came back to normal the cold in her limbs dissipated.
Satisfied, her staff lit up and Kolgae's hideous wings vanished. In their place sat a perfect if a little oversized pair of fae wings looking like they were made out of a cloth of darkness itself.
Finally, a smile as she reached a hand down and stroked his hair with warmth, "There, now you are better, my precious." If they weren't moved, there wouldn't be that nails on a chalk board sound of filthy wings. More than once in his life she thought about cutting them off completely. That would be showing the child favor.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 5:44 pm
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The boy visibly flinched as he heard his mother's displeased screech, his eyes closing and his body growing rigid as he prepared himself for any number of harsh words she could have set upon him, none of which would have likely been strong enough for the error of his ways. He should have known better; it was entirely his fault for sending his mother into one of her fits. Stupid. What a complete and utter incompetent he was.
Yet, as always, she calmed down.
She showed him forgiveness.
And, as always, she rid him of the ever-present form of his sin: those wretched wings. Oh how he loathed them...
The subtle feeling of the magic on his feathers and smooth back prickled his nerves, sending a euphoric rush of relief. As his body relaxed, his eyes opened with the gentle touch of his mother, the corners wet as he nodded back. Still not one for many words, he glanced away and hesitated, his arms shifting the dolls yet remaining in them. "I..." he bit his lip lightly, voice cracking, "Sorry for touching your doll..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 1:20 pm
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Stroking the doll's hair, Morena placed her high and safe away from little hands. "You should know better, my doll." Irritation flowed and expressed itself by sighing through clenched teeth. Pressing her lips together looking forward for several moments before looking back at Kolgae, "I suppose it can't be helped, those wings weaken your brain. You must work harder, my little prince, to overcome those defects."
Light fingers dusted against the child's cheek as she adds, "I have faith in you. After all you look so handsome, my little one. Such a bad hand you were dealt but you'll make it." He would, those filthy would serve them, but the child had to be saved from his illness first.
What loving mother would she be if she didn't help him overcome his shortcomings?
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