Hace Mucho, Mucho Tiempo...

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Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:55:39 GMT

IT was one summer's morning, as I went o'er the moss,
I had no thought of 'listing, till the soldiers did me cross;
They kindly did invite me to a flowing bowl, and down,
THEY ADVANCED me some money, - ten guineas and a crown.

'It's true my love has listed, he wears a white cockade,
He is a handsome tall young man, besides a roving blade;
He is a handsome young man, and he's gone to serve the king,
OH! MY VERY heart is breaking for the loss of him.

'My love is tall and handsome, and comely for to see,
And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he;
I hope the man that listed him may not prosper night nor day,
FOR I WISH THAT the Hollanders may sink him in the sea.

'Oh! may he never prosper, oh! may he never thrive,
Nor anything he takes in hand so long as he's alive;
May the very grass he treads upon the ground refuse to grow,
SINCE HE'S BEEN the only cause of my sorrow, grief, and woe!'

Then he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her flowing eyes, -
'Leave off those lamentations, likewise those mournful cries;
Leave of your grief and sorrow, while I march o'er the plain,
WE'LL BE MARRIED when I return again.'

'O now my love has listed, and I for him will rove,
I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove,
Where the huntsman he does hollow, and the hounds do sweetly cry,
TO REMIND ME of my ploughboy until the day I die.'

Come and hear a tale spun, not of the worlds you know, of more ancient softer times, when the Mother was only so old...

A FAIR young May went up the street,
Some white fish for to buy;
And a bonny clerk's fa'n i' luve wi' her,
And he's followed her by and by, by,
And he's followed her by and by.

'O! where live ye my bonny lass,
I pray thee tell to me;
For gin the nicht were ever sae mirk,
I wad come and visit thee, thee;
I wad come and visit thee.'

'O! my father he aye locks the door,
My mither keeps the key;
And gin ye were ever sic a wily wicht,
Ye canna win in to me, me;
Ye canna win in to me.'

But the clerk he had ae true brother,
And a wily wicht was he;
And he has made a lang ladder,
Was thirty steps and three, three;
Was thirty steps and three.

He has made a cleek but and a creel -
A creel but and a pin;
And he's away to the chimley-top,
And he's letten the bonny clerk in, in;
And he's letten the bonny clerk in.

The auld wife, being not asleep,
Tho' late, late was the hour;
I'll lay my life,' quo' the silly auld wife,
'There's a man i' our dochter's bower, bower;
There's a man i' our dochter's bower.'

The auld man he gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But she's ta'en the bonny clerk in her arms,
And covered him owre wi' blue, blue;
And covered him owre wi' blue.

'O! where are ye gaun now, father?' she says,
'And where are ye gaun sae late?
Ye've disturbed me in my evening prayers,
And O! but they were sweit, sweit;
And O! but they were sweit.'

'O! ill betide ye, silly auld wife,
And an ill death may ye dee;
She has the muckle buik in her arms,
And she's prayin' for you and me, me;
And she's prayin' for you and me.'

The auld wife being not asleep,
Then something mair was said;
'I'll lay my life,' quo' the silly auld wife,
'There's a man by our dochter's bed, bed;
There's a man by our dochter's bed.'

The auld wife she gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But what the wrack took the auld wife's fit?
For into the creel she flew, flew;
For into the creel she flew.

The man that was at the chimley-top,
Finding the creel was fu',
He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,
And fast to him he drew, drew:
And fast to him he drew.

'O, help! O, help! O, hinny, noo, help!
O, help! O, hinny, do!
For HIM that ye aye wished me at,
He's carryin' me off just noo, noo;
He's carryin' me off just noo.'

'O! if the foul thief's gotten ye,
I wish he may keep his haud;
For a' the lee lang winter nicht,
Ye'll never lie in your bed, bed;
Ye'll never lie in your bed.'

He's towed her up, he's towed her down,
He's towed her through an' through;
'O, Gude! assist,' quo' the silly auld wife,
'For I'm just departin' noo, noo;
For I'm just departin' noo.'

He's towed her up, he's towed her down,
He's gien her a richt down fa',
Till every rib i' the auld wife's side,
Played nick nack on the wa', wa';
Played nick nack on the wa'.

O! the blue, the bonny, bonny blue,
And I wish the blue may do weel;
And every auld wife that's sae jealous o' her dochter,
May she get a good keach i' the creel, creel;
May she get a good keach i' the creel!

[ooc: The Faun will be in Xanadu, telling stories and singing ballads to those who will come to hear. He's in a giving mood for some unexplained reason, and feels that Mortals should hear a -good- story told for once.]

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:38:31 GMT

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.

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Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:50:16 GMT

[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.

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 22:35:14 GMT

Vile.

Private to Moanna//Unhackable

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 21:44:55 GMT

You are not to visit the forests.

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Thu, 27 Sep 2007 09:03:21 GMT

Mmmmmnnhh....

...a stirring in the trees...

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:15:18 GMT

[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?]

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Fri, 20 Jul 2007 23:00:46 GMT

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.

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Wed, 18 Jul 2007 09:36:06 GMT

~~....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.]

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Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:45:50 GMT

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.]

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Tue, 26 Jun 2007 22:36:24 GMT

[heavy, heavy winds blow near the microphone]

Aaaaall of nature has slumbered for these days...curled and tucked away from the cold and ice...[light braying] From all harsh winds and snow.

This faun knows not snow, nor ice...this faun knows not of terrible cold...only some, having lived in the upper world for his Princess...

My pets enjoy it enough...they do not feel cold, nor heat. They simply are.

How fares the fae I saw rescued by a woman..? How fares the fae that fell in the snow...? And my little friend Mei?

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Thu, 21 Jun 2007 22:07:53 GMT

[light purr...]

He who has the fruit must pay the price, and the price is not one so willingly paid....

You are a fortunate lot.

That which you paid has been so willingly returned...

Perhaps one will think a second time before having of the fruit...
~~It recalls of the Princess...one small mistake...~~

[ooc: The Faun has been hanging out near the tree, watching the sacrifices AND will be watching the pick-ups, though he'll be entirely hidden while doing so. Let's face it, he's pretty damn scary.]

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Sun, 17 Jun 2007 16:38:41 GMT

[creaking of wood, and heavy footfalls as he paces] The most...gentle thanks to my guide yesterday evening. Kenso is a company not easily cast off...

The City...a city with no name...no place, and no where. A spinning top that has a clock, a clock that has a time, a time that doesn't matter, and matter that has no time. [soft braying, shaking of leaves]

And yet, mortal, non-mortal, and nearly divine mouths call 'curse, curse, curse'. Coincidence...? Will someone tell this poor little faun of these things...?

Also--Who else was kinship with Princess Moanna? Who else has taken her hand, shared breath and met with her countanance...?

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Sun, 17 Jun 2007 02:58:01 GMT

..Donde estas...

[deep muttering in spanish, heavy hooves clomping on cement, wood creaking in his body]

...No aqui...Princessa...~~Princess Moanna~~...

Aaah--So this is the language used, hnnhh...? Mortal words change--[light braying] The air and the ground, the mountains and the Mother do not speak to me as they did. Long coarse and weary voiceeess....

..The gardens...of the palace...that is where I am. Was. Is there one who can direct a poor faun as to where it has landed...?

[ooc: Don't be fooled, he's pretty fucking mad right now, and hates humans. <33 But he'll play nice with people that can help him. Strike whispered.]