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[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

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[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

February 13-20 Prompt

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Have you ever been changed by love on an almost celluliar level? Was it because of the love of family, a friend, or even someone romantic? Is it something or someone that you can really explain? Try.

Submit an RP with your Soquili recalling a time love changed their life or that love is changing their life.

Aelin was tired and her heart was full. When she started this journey she had never realized how fast things could change. Her and Wayward had been professing their love and making plans for the future--then the future was here. It waited for no one. When she laid her eyes on the first three baskets that came she was filled with wonder. In them was something made of the love of her and Wayward. How small they seemed. And fragile too. She knew at once she would never be the same again.

It was as though the love she had in her body had multiplied at a rate faster than light. These small beings had ripped her heart out and Aelin knew what it meant to have a mother's love but also her fear.

It felt almost holy to love them. There could never be more than this, she thought. But she was wrong. Three baskets became six. Six became nine. Nine became twelve and then impossibly more. It seemed hard to breathe with all these small pieces of her heart manifesting outside of her body. How would they be able to protect them all? How would she ever feel safe again now that she had them to protect?

When the first basket wiggled, she felt fear old as time itself. Her body shook with emotions as her lover calmed her. These children were in the world now and soon they'd break free of their baskets. They'd be walking around in all different directions and they could only try to do the best they could to protect them. To love and cherish them.

Aelin knew that the world would be changed by them, just as she and Wayward had.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

PROMPT ENDS: 11:59PM EST Tuesday 28th February, 2023
PRIZE: 1 raffle ticket

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"Don't move," says a small quavering voice from above. "Don't panic." Of course, now you are starting to panic. "But you're in the middle of a patch of poison ivy," the small hummingbird finishes. Without another word it flits off.

Submit an RP with your Soquili having just been told they are in the middle of a patch of poison ivy. How does your soquili react? How do they get out? Do they panic and make it worse? How do they try to stop the oncoming break out?.

That little bird-brained son of--No, she would keep her cool. Maybe he had led her here (he had with his incessant humming) but there had to be a way to get out of this mostly unscathed. She could do this.

Cautiously she looked around for a path of more open space. The itching was starting already though, and it was hard to keep still. If she just shifted to her left foot then she could scratch her flank. In a hurry to take care of the consumming itch, Riveria stepped on some wet and slimy leaves. With a horrible cracking of branches she felt herself go down.


For a horrified mmoment she just laid there, not believing it. She was going to be one large scab by the end of the day. With a roar of pure fury, Riveria threw herself to her feet and ran pell mell down the embankment into the nearby stream.

This was going to be one of the worst days of her life.

She could already feel the welts forming on her skin. Oh no, was she allergic? This couldn't be normal. She dove deeper in the water and tried to find relief but it didn't help. In desperation, she rolled in the muddy banks until she was one large grey mass of dripping clay like mud.

Riveria waited intently, figuring this solution wouldn't work. On the one hoof she was happy to finally have at least SOME realief from itching, but on the other hoof she looked like a swamp monster reject.

That wss when she heard the chortling sound. Turning her head, she looked right at both of her sister's heads. Both of which were laughing so hard they couldn't speak.