Hmmmmh...

False idols. Built on the backs of those who serve--without choice, choice is nature, choice is human, choice is mortal--and they take it from one another.

[light braying, creaking limbs]


Mortals.

[light creaking, and low rumbling sighs...]

The Mother turns from green and life to white, all white, frozen, and pristine...and so the reluctant, soft petaled bride returns to the king of wealth, darkness, dampness and dead.

The scythe thrown to the sea for the body of Crete, this Faun wanders how the mother -does- return to light, green and flower.

Of course, the Keeper of the Mother works in such ways those like -us- will never know...


And the Keeper of the Mother is not here.

Vile. 

You are not to visit the forests.

Mmmmmnnhh....

...a stirring in the trees...

[low creaking noises, and the sound of hooves on grass...the Faun is restless, and he's pacing up a storm]


...so long are the days and nights---so long are the curses they force upon us.

Weary, abandoned, ever abusive days...

...my Princess, I shall be in the gardens, as always. I think I shall free you from your lessons for this afternoon.


[ooc: The Faun has been in an absolutely rotten mood since the Handcuff-curse. XD Ptolemy was attatched to Moanna, and, well...jealous!Faun ftl?]

Mmmmm...

Souls in humans--souls of the living, of the life...

..You are -surprised- it may take the form of fauna? [braying chuckle]

You give less and less appreciation to the kingdom you hunt and fear, hmmnn..?

Princess..what is your pleasure this day? No lessons in light of the chaos.

Where is my little friend Mei as of late...and Kenso--your company is missed, as well as the young woman--Rachel.

....a future...never that of the truth--that of what a faun wishes to see--wishes would pass--wishes the hands of fate would gently lay within--mmnnnnhhhhh....


...What land it be.

What cool, breathless land, and so...cruel. Cruel as the world of men, hnh?

Mi princessa......My Princess...slumbering sweetly, under a moon that does not own her...

..a moon under she will never belong...


[ooc: What did he see...? :3 Strikes spoken in an unknown language of the ages.]

Wonders of wonders, incredible, yet bitter-sweet fortune. My Princess has found her way again...wandering in the snow will not -do-, and she shall sleep where there is a comfort, not soggy ground.

Even now, she sleeps...Weary of a long travel...

She is to be treated with the respect she so justly deserves, my Princess Moanna. 

I expect that to be remembered among you. 


[ooc: MOANNA IS HERE!!!!! Go add her, RIGHT NOW those of you who unadded her when she left before Eeeee!! This is ooone happy Faun, people. ONE HAPPEH FAUN.]