"I want you." She says, a sad, longing tone in her voice. "I want to hold you and love you. I want to feed you the finest delicacies. You're my creation, after all."
Illya folds her arms, the rat blinking before boggling its eyes happily. She huffs, pinching her brow in annoyance 'I am nobody's 'creation'. Not my mothers, not my fathers, nobodies! EVER AGAIN! I will not be subservient to anyone again!" she snarls, her sharp teeth getting bared, a sign of male drow inheritance. She steps forward, her eyes burning bright red in anger "I will not be 'loved', I will not be 'adored' like some trinket on the shelf."
The giant woman cackles. "A fiery spirit, just like I hoped! No, I will not smother you, or order you about. I simply want to give you your birthright, my daughter. Everything that is mine is yours, as much as you can take."
The moon flickers. Light, then dark, then light again. Brimming with light, like a chalice full of ghastly, pure radiance. Caught in every dew drop on every web in the strangled domain of Mother Moth. In this shimmering light appears Duchess Calpe Belinapter, along with her adopted son, Amaris, who is shivering and scared out of his wits.Amaris is pulled to safety by leaping strands of silk reaching out from behind him.
A snarl on her face, Mother Moth blinks towards Adeline in a sudden and impossibly fast movement, snatching her up and wrapping her wings around her. Adeline finds herself 20 feet away from the Sugarplum Queen, Mother Moth between them. Her claws drip with venom. Her teeth are like cold iron nails. Poisonous dust toxic enough to stop a human’s heart a thousand times emanates from her radiant wings. Her eyes focus on the Sugarplum Queen.
”Nobody. Talks. Like. That. To. My. Daughter.”
Adeline is immensely relieved that her mother has returned, wanting to rush to the archfey's side and never stray far from her again, but she timidly stays with Mother Moth between her and the Sugarplum Queen. She's shivering from fear and the cold, and yet manages to conjure her claws again, the nymph making it abundantly clear that she's going absolutely nowhere without her mother.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I want you." She says, a sad, longing tone in her voice. "I want to hold you and love you. I want to feed you the finest delicacies. You're my creation, after all."
Illya folds her arms, the rat blinking before boggling its eyes happily. She huffs, pinching her brow in annoyance 'I am nobody's 'creation'. Not my mothers, not my fathers, nobodies! EVER AGAIN! I will not be subservient to anyone again!" she snarls, her sharp teeth getting bared, a sign of male drow inheritance. She steps forward, her eyes burning bright red in anger "I will not be 'loved', I will not be 'adored' like some trinket on the shelf."
The giant woman cackles. "A fiery spirit, just like I hoped! No, I will not smother you, or order you about. I simply want to give you your birthright, my daughter. Everything that is mine is yours, as much as you can take."
"I am not your daughter." She bites out, her ears lowering, "Leave me alone. I don't wish for a mother, I don't wish for any sort of familial connection." She takes a deep breath, the anger subsiding as she puts on a neutral face "Go away.."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The moon flickers. Light, then dark, then light again. Brimming with light, like a chalice full of ghastly, pure radiance. Caught in every dew drop on every web in the strangled domain of Mother Moth. In this shimmering light appears Duchess Calpe Belinapter, along with her adopted son, Amaris, who is shivering and scared out of his wits.Amaris is pulled to safety by leaping strands of silk reaching out from behind him.
A snarl on her face, Mother Moth blinks towards Adeline in a sudden and impossibly fast movement, snatching her up and wrapping her wings around her. Adeline finds herself 20 feet away from the Sugarplum Queen, Mother Moth between them. Her claws drip with venom. Her teeth are like cold iron nails. Poisonous dust toxic enough to stop a human’s heart a thousand times emanates from her radiant wings. Her eyes focus on the Sugarplum Queen.
”Nobody. Talks. Like. That. To. My. Daughter.”
The Queen takes a deep breath of the toxin. "What a musty perfume. You've grown older. Weaker. I could kill you with a plunge of the fork, love. But, of course, that's not what I'm really here for."
She steps forward. Gravity around her seems to distort... no, this isn't gravity, it's a manifestation of raw starvation and terror. A nimbus of nightmares. "How are you feeling, sweeting? Ready to start a war? Ready to condemn the entire Autumn Country to my reign? Consider your next actions carefully, culver."
The giant woman cackles. "A fiery spirit, just like I hoped! No, I will not smother you, or order you about. I simply want to give you your birthright, my daughter. Everything that is mine is yours, as much as you can take."
"I am not your daughter." She bites out, her ears lowering, "Leave me alone. I don't wish for a mother, I don't wish for any sort of familial connection." She takes a deep breath, the anger subsiding as she puts on a neutral face "Go away.."
She sighs. "If you insist. But I'll be waiting. Oh, and do leave the country, soon."
The moon flickers. Light, then dark, then light again. Brimming with light, like a chalice full of ghastly, pure radiance. Caught in every dew drop on every web in the strangled domain of Mother Moth. In this shimmering light appears Duchess Calpe Belinapter, along with her adopted son, Amaris, who is shivering and scared out of his wits.Amaris is pulled to safety by leaping strands of silk reaching out from behind him.
A snarl on her face, Mother Moth blinks towards Adeline in a sudden and impossibly fast movement, snatching her up and wrapping her wings around her. Adeline finds herself 20 feet away from the Sugarplum Queen, Mother Moth between them. Her claws drip with venom. Her teeth are like cold iron nails. Poisonous dust toxic enough to stop a human’s heart a thousand times emanates from her radiant wings. Her eyes focus on the Sugarplum Queen.
”Nobody. Talks. Like. That. To. My. Daughter.”
The Queen takes a deep breath of the toxin. "What a musty perfume. You've grown older. Weaker. I could kill you with a plunge of the fork, love. But, of course, that's not what I'm really here for."
She steps forward. Gravity around her seems to distort... no, this isn't gravity, it's a manifestation of raw starvation and terror. A nimbus of nightmares. "How are you feeling, sweeting? Ready to start a war? Ready to condemn the entire Autumn Country to my reign? Consider your next actions carefully, culver."
Mother Moth’s wings pulsate with an iridescent gleam. Light bends and shifts, silk weaves itself throughout the air without a hand to spin it.
”perhaps your senses have dulled, your highness… I can… only assume you left Adeline with me. Why do you want her back? And why…” spectral claws dig into the ground, moonlight ebbing and flowing around her like a river. “Would I ever give her to you?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The moth-child's eyes widen and lock onto the rusted knife, and she freezes again- what little confidence she had has all but entirely dissipated, and pure horror clouds her mind. She is silent for a long while... but eventually, her claws crumble away as well. "...Fine." She speaks with the greatest reluctance, though there is still a clear resentment in her tone. "...but I don't want to make any sort of concrete decision without Mother Moth here- I want to talk to her as well..." The nymph doesn't intend to actually do anything involving the Queen at all- she secretly just hopes to keep the 10-foot tall lunatic with the giant knife from hurting her until her mother arrives. "...it's clear I'm missing some information. Who are you?"
"As you wish. I am Queen Tantalia of the Sugarplum Court. The only Queen. I created you from my own blood, dirt from my own garden, and the ancient, cartilaginous remains of my little brother, gods rest his soul." She puts the knife away. "However, Calpe seems to have corrupted you thoroughly. Never even told you about me... I trusted her, but her poison seeps into everything, it seems."
"But that's... that can't be true... unless you can somehow make humans out of dirt and blood and bone, there's no way that can be true..." The nymph's confusion only grows as she tries to think of what could possibly prove or disprove this. "I remember my... my... former caregivers... but I don't remember ever seeing you before."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Queen takes a deep breath of the toxin. "What a musty perfume. You've grown older. Weaker. I could kill you with a plunge of the fork, love. But, of course, that's not what I'm really here for."
She steps forward. Gravity around her seems to distort... no, this isn't gravity, it's a manifestation of raw starvation and terror. A nimbus of nightmares. "How are you feeling, sweeting? Ready to start a war? Ready to condemn the entire Autumn Country to my reign? Consider your next actions carefully, culver."
Mother Moth’s wings pulsate with an iridescent gleam. Light bends and shifts, silk weaves itself throughout the air without a hand to spin it.
”perhaps your senses have dulled, your highness… I can… only assume you left Adeline with me. Why do you want her back? And why…” spectral claws dig into the ground, moonlight ebbing and flowing around her like a river. “Would I ever give her to you?”
"Oh, you think I actually want her back? After leaving her here with an insect in the cold for, what, twelve years?" The silk around the Queen begins to turn black, transmuting into soot. "No. How else could I get you so riled up?" She frowns, feigning innocence and weakness. "My court is so hungry... and your lands are so fertile... and so soon to be completely depopulated by a certain flower..." She cackles like a hag. "Why shouldn't I take it all? Can you answer me that?"
The moth-child's eyes widen and lock onto the rusted knife, and she freezes again- what little confidence she had has all but entirely dissipated, and pure horror clouds her mind. She is silent for a long while... but eventually, her claws crumble away as well. "...Fine." She speaks with the greatest reluctance, though there is still a clear resentment in her tone. "...but I don't want to make any sort of concrete decision without Mother Moth here- I want to talk to her as well..." The nymph doesn't intend to actually do anything involving the Queen at all- she secretly just hopes to keep the 10-foot tall lunatic with the giant knife from hurting her until her mother arrives. "...it's clear I'm missing some information. Who are you?"
"As you wish. I am Queen Tantalia of the Sugarplum Court. The only Queen. I created you from my own blood, dirt from my own garden, and the ancient, cartilaginous remains of my little brother, gods rest his soul." She puts the knife away. "However, Calpe seems to have corrupted you thoroughly. Never even told you about me... I trusted her, but her poison seeps into everything, it seems."
"But that's... that can't be true... unless you can somehow make humans out of dirt and blood and bone, there's no way that can be true..." The nymph's confusion only grows as she tries to think of what could possibly prove or disprove this. "I remember my... my... former caregivers... but I don't remember ever seeing you before."
"Tell me, how was it that you wound up in the woods again?" She asks, sounding faintly curious.
"As you wish. I am Queen Tantalia of the Sugarplum Court. The only Queen. I created you from my own blood, dirt from my own garden, and the ancient, cartilaginous remains of my little brother, gods rest his soul." She puts the knife away. "However, Calpe seems to have corrupted you thoroughly. Never even told you about me... I trusted her, but her poison seeps into everything, it seems."
"But that's... that can't be true... unless you can somehow make humans out of dirt and blood and bone, there's no way that can be true..." The nymph's confusion only grows as she tries to think of what could possibly prove or disprove this. "I remember my... my... former caregivers... but I don't remember ever seeing you before."
"Tell me, how was it that you wound up in the woods again?" She asks, sounding faintly curious.
*I know y'all are likely inactive at the moment, so I shall leave this for us to continue in the morning! Have a good night, everyone! That's all, folks!*
"I- I was trying to walk back to my... my home before now... but I got lost. I walked through a fey crossing, not knowing it was there... and didn't know how to get back. Thankfully, I found the sanctuary, and... Mother Moth found me soon after. I truly believe it was a miracle that brought me to her." She recounts her tale with clear reminiscence in her tone, though she is still very wary.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Tell me, how was it that you wound up in the woods again?" She asks, sounding faintly curious.
*I know y'all are likely inactive at the moment, so I shall leave this for us to continue in the morning! Have a good night, everyone! That's all, folks!*
"I- I was trying to walk back to my... my home before now... but I got lost. I walked through a fey crossing, not knowing it was there... and didn't know how to get back. Thankfully, I found the sanctuary, and... Mother Moth found me soon after. I truly believe it was a miracle that brought me to her." She recounts her tale with clear reminiscence in her tone, though she is still very wary.
"And why, pray tell, were you so far from home?" She leers.
The leaves seem to rustle as an barn owl with odd black plumage flies from a tree and lands, instantly growing into something more humanoid. It looks like an Owlin but extremely tall, nearly 8 feet in total. The feathers shift and turn into a white loose blouse paired with a black corset. Their long legs shift to more humanoid legs, still scaly and black and fowl-like in a way. Long tail feathers brush the ground, same color as the dark grey and black plumage. The Owlin-Fey seems to take on a barn owl-esque still, a heart shaped white face amongst the black and grey feathers, black black eyes blink slightly.
They hum happily as they suddenly stick their hand into a burrow beneath the tree, pulling out a numerous amount of jars stuffed inside. They beam happily "Just where I left them!" They exclaim.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The Sugarplum Queen is sitting in the Painted Keep, moping about and sitting on the Autumn King's throne. She has a dead rat in her hands, and she continually pets it. Its limbs and tail are scattered across the ground in front of her, each torn off while the thing was alive.
The Sugarplum Queen is sitting in the Painted Keep, moping about and sitting on the Autumn King's throne. She has a dead rat in her hands, and she continually pets it. Its limbs and tail are scattered across the ground in front of her, each torn off while the thing was alive.
Sirius watches, stepping forward. "Ma'am?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The Sugarplum Queen is sitting in the Painted Keep, moping about and sitting on the Autumn King's throne. She has a dead rat in her hands, and she continually pets it. Its limbs and tail are scattered across the ground in front of her, each torn off while the thing was alive.
Sirius watches, stepping forward. "Ma'am?"
Her eyes slowly raise from the floor to look at them. "Yes?" Her voice is raspy and ancient, completely unlike the honeyed, silken voice she's known for. She clears her throat. "Yes, dear?" That's better. She lets the tiny corpse slide out of her large, bloody hands.
The giant woman cackles. "A fiery spirit, just like I hoped! No, I will not smother you, or order you about. I simply want to give you your birthright, my daughter. Everything that is mine is yours, as much as you can take."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Adeline is immensely relieved that her mother has returned, wanting to rush to the archfey's side and never stray far from her again, but she timidly stays with Mother Moth between her and the Sugarplum Queen. She's shivering from fear and the cold, and yet manages to conjure her claws again, the nymph making it abundantly clear that she's going absolutely nowhere without her mother.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I am not your daughter." She bites out, her ears lowering, "Leave me alone. I don't wish for a mother, I don't wish for any sort of familial connection." She takes a deep breath, the anger subsiding as she puts on a neutral face "Go away.."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Queen takes a deep breath of the toxin. "What a musty perfume. You've grown older. Weaker. I could kill you with a plunge of the fork, love. But, of course, that's not what I'm really here for."
She steps forward. Gravity around her seems to distort... no, this isn't gravity, it's a manifestation of raw starvation and terror. A nimbus of nightmares. "How are you feeling, sweeting? Ready to start a war? Ready to condemn the entire Autumn Country to my reign? Consider your next actions carefully, culver."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
She sighs. "If you insist. But I'll be waiting. Oh, and do leave the country, soon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Mother Moth’s wings pulsate with an iridescent gleam. Light bends and shifts, silk weaves itself throughout the air without a hand to spin it.
”perhaps your senses have dulled, your highness… I can… only assume you left Adeline with me. Why do you want her back? And why…” spectral claws dig into the ground, moonlight ebbing and flowing around her like a river. “Would I ever give her to you?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"But that's... that can't be true... unless you can somehow make humans out of dirt and blood and bone, there's no way that can be true..." The nymph's confusion only grows as she tries to think of what could possibly prove or disprove this. "I remember my... my... former caregivers... but I don't remember ever seeing you before."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh, you think I actually want her back? After leaving her here with an insect in the cold for, what, twelve years?" The silk around the Queen begins to turn black, transmuting into soot. "No. How else could I get you so riled up?" She frowns, feigning innocence and weakness. "My court is so hungry... and your lands are so fertile... and so soon to be completely depopulated by a certain flower..." She cackles like a hag. "Why shouldn't I take it all? Can you answer me that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Tell me, how was it that you wound up in the woods again?" She asks, sounding faintly curious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*I know y'all are likely inactive at the moment, so I shall leave this for us to continue in the morning! Have a good night, everyone! That's all, folks!*
"I- I was trying to walk back to my... my home before now... but I got lost. I walked through a fey crossing, not knowing it was there... and didn't know how to get back. Thankfully, I found the sanctuary, and... Mother Moth found me soon after. I truly believe it was a miracle that brought me to her." She recounts her tale with clear reminiscence in her tone, though she is still very wary.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*morning*
*man I missed a lot over the weekend*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Heheheheheh...*
*Hahahahahaha!*
*MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*uh oh*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"And why, pray tell, were you so far from home?" She leers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*sure*
*can you start*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
The leaves seem to rustle as an barn owl with odd black plumage flies from a tree and lands, instantly growing into something more humanoid. It looks like an Owlin but extremely tall, nearly 8 feet in total. The feathers shift and turn into a white loose blouse paired with a black corset. Their long legs shift to more humanoid legs, still scaly and black and fowl-like in a way. Long tail feathers brush the ground, same color as the dark grey and black plumage. The Owlin-Fey seems to take on a barn owl-esque still, a heart shaped white face amongst the black and grey feathers, black black eyes blink slightly.
They hum happily as they suddenly stick their hand into a burrow beneath the tree, pulling out a numerous amount of jars stuffed inside. They beam happily "Just where I left them!" They exclaim.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Sugarplum Queen is sitting in the Painted Keep, moping about and sitting on the Autumn King's throne. She has a dead rat in her hands, and she continually pets it. Its limbs and tail are scattered across the ground in front of her, each torn off while the thing was alive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Sirius watches, stepping forward. "Ma'am?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Her eyes slowly raise from the floor to look at them. "Yes?" Her voice is raspy and ancient, completely unlike the honeyed, silken voice she's known for. She clears her throat. "Yes, dear?" That's better. She lets the tiny corpse slide out of her large, bloody hands.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!