When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
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Flamerule 1372:
With fast footwork, Sonora backed further from Jaynaece; looking out across the room the inevitable was obvious now, and she began casting a dimension door, floored by her own stupidity at not saving a quickened spell for her escape. Jaynaece took the Song to the Siren in a two-handed grip, and slashed it along the shaft of the Dark Crescent. Rather than lose all her fingers, Sonora let go, and as the dark polearm fell towards the stone floor, the scimitar began to gather that golden light. The blade almost seemed made of hot sunlight, or like metal heated white-hot, and Sonora started to feint backwards, a dimension door stretching over the wall behind her. Jaynece two-hand thrust her scimitar out, blade vertical, and it sliced in between Sonora's breasts and cleft her sternum, sliced through her lungs and heart and spine and fully half the curved blade speared out her back. "Death to the poseurs of fey!" Jaynaece screamed. Sonora's lower lip trembled, and she cried tears of blood, slumping forward against the human woman, where she whispered, "I was real." --Excerpt from the Reaver RP where Sonora first made her appearance. Flamerule 1373: A superficially drowish girl wakes up in a summer night’s forest. Bereft of any possessions save the sweat on her skin, and any memories save fragmented dreams from the life of a nymph-drow who died almost exactly one year prior, she begins stumbling through the woods.... Sonora Lúinwë began life born of a nymph whose body had been defiled by Vhaeraun worshipping drow. The day Sonora was born, the nymph passed away, leaving a half-drow, half-fey child to fare the world in the care of adopted elven parents. She endured hostility and hatred for her dark drowish skin, her innate sorcerous abilities, and soon enough, the sprouting of fey wings as a part of her fey heritage. Her eventual path would lead to darkness and shadows of Shar, taken under the wing of a vampire named Rhiannon. Those of the Dark Embrace worked to transform their shadowed members into fey creatures using twisted experiments. It would be within the Sharran temple called Dark Embrace that her end would come at the end of flashing blades wielded by Jaynaece Athena, a woman with a deep rooted hatred of fey and determined to end the experiments perverting life. One year after her death, Sonora would awaken confused, naked, and shorn of memory in the High Forest that had once been her home. She knows not how she arrived there, not even knowing her own name. Sonora met a bladedancer of Eilistraee within the woods on that misty and rainy morning, finding herself drawn into the fold of the Dark Maiden and the welcoming arms of Desaryl Nal'Fasheyn. Daily she learns more of herself, little by little, hoping some day all she's forgotten will be revealed. Her path is far from set and she has realized she bears powers inside her that she is certain she did not possess before, as well as feeling the divine touch of someone upon her soul... Credits: Character owned and created by: ~alexander3 Doll by me. ^^ Her dress inspired by: [link] Base by Apitchou PSP8 Wacom Tablet pen and mouse Pixel and tool shaded Approx. 10 hours work |
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s u p e r c a l i f r a g i l i s t i c o e s p i r a l i d o s o
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I have my own version of reality.
It's probably less than ten hours all told, but hard to keep track with kids constantly calling you away from the computer.
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Flying on Purple Wings
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