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Post by The Heart of the Diriposa on Feb 15, 2022 9:00:42 GMT -5
 A landscape of large and small flowers alike in an abundance of colors and shapes. The rich soil has allowed for lush green vegetation to cover even the tree bark itself, akin to a rainforest-like environment. Because of the large flowers, the air is constantly drifting with sweet aromas attempting to lure pollinators and other creatures useful to feed the forest. Beware of picking the flowers without permission as the price may not be worth paying. Here the beautiful Diriposa people have made their homes hidden in the treetops. Offer a gift and they might open their homes and heart to you, so long as you are willing to open yours as well. |
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Post by The Heart of the Diriposa on Feb 15, 2022 9:51:20 GMT -5
It was a rare day where the sun shone warmly on the isles, and a gentle wind caressed through the leaves and large petals of the flowers. It whisked away holding the aroma it collected, blowing its way through the trees until could waft over a lively group of people. The sounds of flutes, lutes, lyres and drums echoed out, punctuated by the sound of laughter.
Setting eyes on them, one would be awed by the sheer palette of colors, like a veritable rainbow dancing right on the earth. The People as first would have been mistaken for humans wearing nothing but long colorful capes or a decorative shawl draped over their body, until one individual's cape spread out to reveal they were actually large butterfly wings. This individual who's wings were of a sunset orange color took flight holding a basket full of flower petals that those below had plucked. These small petals were scentless, but colorful nonetheless. While they wouldn't be used for perfume, the Diriposa who had taken flight flew up high above the festivities as they poured the petal confetti over the people in a beautiful sweet array of colors.
The people below cheered, some held up the oversized snapdragon flowers they were drinking the nectar out of like cups. Some took the cue to lock antennae with their beloved ones as they all cherished having found this new Eden, a new start, a new chance. The wingless children, the few who could be saved ran around to most of the adults handing out painted leaves, a gesture that was rewarded with sweets for warming their hearts.
A spread of sweet, juicy fruits and freshly picked nectar flowers was laid about on platters made from the large leaves that made up their landscape.
"Do you think the princess will be in a mood to dance?" One of the butterfly people inquired, their voices low for their innocuous gossiping. They were female with red and blue wings, blond hair and short but curly antennae. The person she addressed was a man with Yellow wings, short brown hair and long drooping antennae. Most of the individuals had a natural beauty to them, they were no different.
"Hard to say, but I do hope she will. I'm more looking forward to the censures-" the reply came and was interrupted by a playful slap.
"Always the Censures with you!" The woman pouted while the other laughed. "Well I'm planning to win the Flower arrangement competition."
"In your dreams." the man responded and nudged the other playfully.
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Saxi
Established
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: 18
Appearance: 6 inches tall, more bee-like than most other bee-folk
Equipment: Her helmet and armor are fashioned from the shell of an ironclad beetle. Her sword is made of amber and is enchanted.
Skills and Abilities: As far as pchelinaya go, Saxi is unusually tough, enough to actually survive an attempt by a human to squash her. She is quite fast and agile. Light that reflects through her amber sword can burn, blind, and heal. However, due to the suppression of the mist, these effects are temporary.
Biography: Saxi was a noble soldier bee who initially had no plans to leave her hive. She planned on beecoming a queen's bodyguard and protecting her the rest of her days. However, arriving in the mistborne isles has caused her to change her views. She beelieves the future of the hive and the rest of her people depends upon gathering knowledge of the strange new world they are in.
At her coming of age, she decided to become a diplomat instead. Unfortunately, having been a soldier her entire life, she doesn't really know what she is doing. Being close to the queen however, none of the other pchelinaya objected. Saxi beelieves the isles are dangerous and she is better suited to being a diplomat than most.
Her mission is to explore the isles and make friends/allies on behalf of the hive.
Allegiances: Pchelinyy Dom
Registered: Feb 15, 2022 21:24:49 GMT -5
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Post by Saxi on Feb 16, 2022 2:05:43 GMT -5
Saxi was excited. Her first real diplomatic mission! And her first forged alliance would be with other insect fae. Surely this was a sign from the bee gods (the beeities, if you will.)
Her decision to switch from soldier bee to diplomat was controversial. She hadn't studied much of the art of the honey tongue. She knew more about fending off the big ones than befriending them. But after seeing the horrors the isles had to offer, she knew she couldn't let the job of exploring the isles fall on anyone lacking her martial prowess.
Initiating contact with fae was tricky business. One needed to familiarize themselves with their rules, what gifts to give, whether it was safe to give away one's true name, etc, etc. Fae were often powerful beings who viewed the laws of reality more as suggestions than actual rules. Even in the presence of the isles, it was not wise to underestimate fae.
Saxi had, for the most part, forgotten all of this, a fact made even more amusing since she herself was a fae.
As she flew through the warm sun beams, searching for the Diriposa, she wondered what sort of honey her people could make with this particular brand of nectar. Different nectars had different personalities and temperaments, kind of like people. She couldn't quite tell what sort of personalities these flowers had. Perhaps she could ask.
Her gift (which she chose impulsively with no prior research at all) was a necklace made of the shimmering golden wings of her sworn enemies, hornets. And the isles had some very, very impressive hornets, mightier than even the ones back home. But they were still no match for her. Surely the diriposa would appreciate having fewer of the foul buzzing things around. Nobody likes hornets except entomologists and other hornets.
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Foxgloves
Established
Roleplay posts: 28 
Appearance: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Skills and Abilities: Foxgloves, at his very core, is a salesman. He primarily sells glass eyes and body parts, although can generally find anything the customer could possibly desire for the right price. He tends to be very curious, and loves nothing more than a good story or a secret. In general, he displays a casual disregard for rules of all kinds, whether they be posted signs, regulations of a nation, or the laws of nature itself.
Biography: Foxgloves is quiet and focused, with a calm voice that hides how high-strung he can be. He has the habit of becoming fixated on certain people or things, usually things he finds particularly beautiful. A soft-spoken individual, Foxgloves’ lack of vocal cords prevents him from speaking above a loud whisper. Very few things upset him, except when it comes to things that he cannot have. If Foxgloves wants something, he will bargain incessantly, before resorting to begging or stealing. If deprived of something he wants badly, he falls into a deep melancholy. Usually, he perks up again once he manages to find or create a facsimile of the desired object, even if it’s nothing more than a piece of painted paper-mache.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Mar 19, 2021 19:18:12 GMT -5
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Post by Foxgloves on Feb 18, 2022 21:51:06 GMT -5
The problem with forests, Foxgloves decided, was that they were entirely too green. It was a nice enough color, but too much of it was awfully boring. The only other color he could find in the forest was brown, his least favorite of all of the natural colors. Why did tree trunks have to be so dull? He wrote his musings down carefully in his little notebook, along with a few pinned leaves to demonstrate exactly how green the forest was. It was really quite monotonous, with only the novelty of being so much longer than usual keeping him from utter boredom. If he managed to find more clothes, perhaps he'd become longer still, able to poke his head up above the canopy and peer out over the tops of the trees. That sounded interesting, but he was afraid that such long limbs would get caught too easily in branches and bushes. He'd have to be satisfied with his current size, and simply hope that something intriguing came along.
And so, when Foxgloves loped his way into the land of massive flowers and beautiful colors, he was elated. Stepping carefully on the tips of his pointed boots over the smallest buds (as to not damage them), he leaned his head into a large pink flower and peered inside. Flowers were supposed to have a scent, weren't they? He'd heard as much, but had never had a sense of smell. Perhaps it would be an interesting thing to try, but attaching a nose wasn't nearly as simple as an arm or a leg. Even getting a tongue had been quite the process, involving several thieves, hundreds of diamonds, and the prison break of an infamous forger. Still, he took the opportunity to lick at the nectar within the flower, finding it rather sweet and pleasant. It wasn't quite as good as frog's eggs, but he enjoyed it all the same. Any of the Diriposa looking down from their treetop homes would see a rather odd sight indeed: a strange masked figure with a two-pointed hood and limbs three times as long as they ought to have been. The sleeves and legs of his pants were very clearly cobbled together from several sets of clothing, but the clashing colors didn't seem to offend his sense of fashion. Oddly, his limbs seemed to fold rather than bend, as though there were no bones or flesh within the cloth. Pleased at his new find, Foxgloves began wandering the forest, peering at flowers and picking several. The plucked flowers vanished into his pockets, which seemed capable of fitting far more than would initially seem possible.
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Feb 19, 2022 3:50:18 GMT -5
Nefero thought he was hallucinating.
He knew he shouldn't have eaten the purple fruit high upon that tree! Oh, but he was so hungry and all of the animals were so dangerous. It wasn't as though he didn't believe the tales his mother and sisters told him of the outside world... he did! But he trained all his life to be a warrior and a leader, to master the spear and the sword. That had to mean something out here in the world, where he was exiled from his beautiful Oasis. But no! All because he never took an interest in botany! Now he was hearing music and laughter, much as he would back home. Of course, his weary talons followed it, for he could not bother to swat away his curiosity any longer. Fatigue had long since seized his every limb, ridding him of caution and care. He was a zombie stumbling towards the sounds of merrymaking, and when he peeled back a giant leaf to see what his mind conjured next... his jaw popped agape.
Before the duralam was a forest of giant flowers, with butterfly wings attached to the most nubile and glimmering angels he had ever laid eyes on. The young man's wings spread wide, gesturing with his arms, as he beamed up at the majestic sight. Tears poured from his eyes.
"I have died," he sobbed, falling to his knees. "And God willing, come to heaven."
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Post by The Heart of the Diriposa on Feb 19, 2022 9:03:44 GMT -5
It took a while for the colorful people to even notice Saxi's very small stature, many having disregarded her as just a creature passing through. It wasn't until one one the woman spotted the odd creature simply hovering there. She had short dark curled hair, brown skin marked with red and white marks that shifted color into yellow and orange depending how the sunlight shone upon them. They wore a translucent shawl that left nothing to the imagination. Orange colored eyes inspected Saxi as they approached with a bound helped by the propulsion of her wings. What she saw, her eyes lit up with joy, a wide smile accompanying a deep gasp.
"Awwwww! Aren't you just the cutest~!" She cooed, which caught the attention of more of the colorful bare women who gathered to see what the fuss was about. In turn each of them had something to say about Saxi, her "fearsome" stripes, the most adorable little toy sword, and her tiny antennae and wings! Finally, whatever physical boundary they had been preserving was crossed as all of their long, thin antennae moved to that the tips prodded over the guest. "And she's friendly!" one of them with chestnut hair and a collar of fur like a moth. "Welcome to the Flowering Cradle small friend! Would you like snapdragon and berry punch?" The first Diriposa to approach finally greeted.
The group of nubile ladies turned their attention when a sudden flare of Nefero's wings revealed that he'd been spying on their festivities and startled them. They initially all took to flying as their first natural instinct, until they realized the man not only wasn't dangerous despite his feathers, but crying. Well that just pulled their heartstrings. One with toffee colored plaits and white wings approached the winged prince and carefully offered him a snapdragon cup with a clear pinkish liquid within.
"Dead? No, not dead! But... you're not one of us, and we've never seen you before." Just like with Saxi, the sobbing man's face would be caressed with the woman's antennae. She then tenderly cupped his face and kissed his tears away. "Don't cry anymore, you'll break the Princess's heart." she said before pulling away.
"I think it goes without saying we should welcome these two." the brown skinned woman decided, and the rest agreed with a nod, one of them bouncing with excitement as the new wonders of this island.
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Foxgloves, at first, remained uninterrupted as he wandered and tasted the flowers. Drinking nectar wasn't bad, flowers replenished their sweet supply all of the time. What wouldn't do was the flowers being picked so carelessly. The flowers were a matter of survival, not just physically but culturally. What Foxgloves couldn't see was the whisper traveling between treetops as a signal was silently communicated via one of the hidden ones releasing a perfume. The pheromones within it would immediately trigger a warning response to the Diriposa who was near enough to read it. With the gentle wind, it would likely carry far to where it needed to.
Not long after this release of warning fragrance, three of the butterfly people flew down from the treetops, their wings massive, still colorful, but would easily be seen as a threat by a wild creature as their wings remained flared out rather than tucked away.
"Halt, cease picking the flowers. You are within our territory and as we don't recall providing permission." While the people at the festivities all had compassion and kindness in their voices, Foxgloves would be met with a authoritative tone from a man with long auburn hair and wings that had translucent patches mixed with black opaque designs. He didn't look armed, or even armored beyond his garb of colorful but opaque cloth draped on their perfectly symmetrical body. "State your business here."
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Foxgloves
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Skills and Abilities: Foxgloves, at his very core, is a salesman. He primarily sells glass eyes and body parts, although can generally find anything the customer could possibly desire for the right price. He tends to be very curious, and loves nothing more than a good story or a secret. In general, he displays a casual disregard for rules of all kinds, whether they be posted signs, regulations of a nation, or the laws of nature itself.
Biography: Foxgloves is quiet and focused, with a calm voice that hides how high-strung he can be. He has the habit of becoming fixated on certain people or things, usually things he finds particularly beautiful. A soft-spoken individual, Foxgloves’ lack of vocal cords prevents him from speaking above a loud whisper. Very few things upset him, except when it comes to things that he cannot have. If Foxgloves wants something, he will bargain incessantly, before resorting to begging or stealing. If deprived of something he wants badly, he falls into a deep melancholy. Usually, he perks up again once he manages to find or create a facsimile of the desired object, even if it’s nothing more than a piece of painted paper-mache.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Mar 19, 2021 19:18:12 GMT -5
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Post by Foxgloves on Feb 19, 2022 11:43:23 GMT -5
The points of Foxgloves' hood perked up and swiveled towards the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and he looked up to see the strange, beautifully-colored creatures descending down upon him from the treetops. They looked almost like humans, but not quite the same. Foxgloves wondered briefly if the body parts were similar enough to trade, but decided that that would be a question for another time. He waved a long, gangly arm at them as they approached, wondering why they seemed so upset. How could anybody be upset in such a wonderful place?
"I didn't know this was anybody's territory," he said, his voice a dry whisper barely louder than the rustling of leaves. "And what are flowers for except to be picked? How can a natural thing belong to anybody? If it's any trouble, I'd be happy to plant some of my own. I have so very many seeds, you know. Seeds and saplings and little plantlings in pots. But oh, I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest idea where I am. Where is here, exactly? What sort of place is here that flowers aren't to be plucked? I haven't any business but to enjoy the natural beauty of the woods and its living creatures. Is that a crime?"
Reaching into his pocket, Foxgloves pulled out a massive sunflower the size of a wagon wheel. How the sunflower and its nine-foot stalk had fit in his cloak in the first place was a curious thing indeed, but he held it out to the guards as a gift. The sunflower glowed, releasing warm, soothing light from its brilliant yellow petals. The ball of roots and dirt at the end would allow it to be planted again, if anybody so chose.
"I would be happy to replace the ones I've picked," he said, "but they're simply so marvelous. Do you grow them yourself? You really ought to put up signs. Tell me, how do you get them to get so big?"
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Estrella
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: Mid 20's.
Appearance: Big, wavy red hair, large red eyes, and lengthy antennas sticking out the top of this Diriposa's head makes her hard to miss. Add all that to the giant, Noble Leafwing butterfly wings on her back and you can see her coming from a mile away.
Skills and Abilities: Sensitive Pheromone Reader: Estrella is an expert at picking up and sensing others' emotional states through their pheromones. While this could have many uses, she usually uses it to match up couples who she senses are right for one another.
The Diriposa Pheromone: Diriposa mix pheromones in their perfumes. It's mostly used to alter one's state of mind. But typically the pheromones are to promote calmness and have a recreational use to give a sense of bliss. But sleepiness, arousal, even hunger, and sadness can be caused. They also use pheromones defensively, so they have repellants that trigger disgust or cause stress and keep hostile creatures out of their area.
Miscellaneous skills: Sewing, cloth-making, singing, dancing, and flower arranging.
Allegiances: The Diriposa People
Place of Residence: Flowering Cradle
Registered: Feb 17, 2022 16:36:38 GMT -5
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Post by Estrella on Feb 19, 2022 13:06:18 GMT -5
With hands on her swaying hips, Estrella's antennae perked, her grand smile contagious to those around her as she walked about their home. Many raised their snapdragon cups to her with cheers of her titles as she passed by, "Estrella!" "Love Finder!" "Our matchmaker!" Even a few "thank yous" came from the couples she'd already taken the time to match with one another. She returned the kind words with laughter and over-the-top bows to them all, "Anytime my lovelies!"
Her antennae snapped up in an instant as she spotted an orange-winged man making a confident stride towards a white-winged woman. While the beautiful miss was certainly looking for a partner based on her pheromones there was a small difference to it that screamed at Estrella. In an instant, her wings that had been closed and appeared like reddish-brown leaves flared up to showcase a stunning red to magenta ombre with black accents. She took flight, quickly intercepting the man by grabbing him by his elbow and dragging him away from his destination, "Ah, ah! Come, darling, she is not the one for you this day!"
The shocked man quickly became crestfallen as he seemed to be about to argue with her. That was until he spotted the white-winged woman flirting with another lovely lady nearby. Understanding passed across his face before a bashful, but grateful smile took its place. He was quick to lay his hand over Estrella's and nod, "Thank you for saving me from reading her wrong matchmaker. I'm in your care!"
Her large red eyes narrowed playfully as she searched the crowds, antennas giving his cheek a tender pat before swaying slowly left and right as she picked through the wide range of pheromones being displayed. It wasn't until she spotted a set of brilliant blue wings fluttering to a close that she changed directions towards them. The owner had long brown hair that fell to her waist as she shimmied from one foot to the other. A clear hesitant excitement on her face, emotions most certainly coming from her later arrival to the celebration. Her abducted victim was quick to spot her as well, his expression now one of wonder. Estrella smirked as she could only believe this to be a perfect match.
Stopping before the new miss, she handed the man over as one would a bride to a groom, "No need to be nervous dearest, you've arrived just in time! Allow me to hand over this beautiful specimen to get you settled in." Just as quickly as she arrived, she left with a wink, leaving the two love bugs to excitedly get acquainted with one another.
What took her attention next was the squealing of her fellow female Diriposa. Curiosity overtook her as she peeked at what they were excited over, only to find the cutest bee friend she'd ever seen! A squeal of her own came from her as she put her hands over her heart and quickly approached. The red-haired Diriposa looked over Saxi once more, only to unleash her many compliments, "You are so gorgeous! I adore your fluff! Ohh, and your stripes? I'm surely alive just to see them. Quickly, you MUST tell me your name!"
Estrella turned to the Diriposa who seemed to share her love for fluffy, moth-like collars, "Oh, we should offer her nectar as well! I'm sure she would love it--"
In the next moment, she had taken flight once more in her startled state with all the others, only to immediately calm when she noticed it was just another gorgeous stranger. A stranger who was crying! Tears pricked her own eyes in sympathy as she fluttered back to the ground, "Ohhh, of course, we'll welcome them!"
Estrella knelt beside Nefero and laid one hand on his arm, and the other now on his free cheek, "Look at you! My poor, sweet dewdrop you're run ragged!" She quickly motioned towards the cup offered to him before continuing, "Drink, drink! We'll take you both to taste some nectar and some delicious fruits. I'll even bring you a beautiful companion to soothe the pain of the day away. This is a day for celebrating after all!"
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Nefero Goldenfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: "Starry-eyed Nefero" is an apt description for the young Kor'duran man, as he is awestruck by the world, which reflects back into eyes that mimic a night sky. A mop of curly black hair, the underside of which is white, sits on his head, framing a strong jaw on an otherwise youthful face. His skin is almond with an array of ivory freckles across his nose and cheeks. His massive wings alternate in a gradient of alabaster, black, and chestnut on the outside, with simple alabaster on the inside, ending in chestnut circles. His tail feathers mimic the pattern. His feet are a strange mingling, where the human half ends just before the toes, where wicked talons grow instead. Another claw grows from his heel.
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Equipment: Other than his breezy breeches and thin shawl, Nefero owns a bronze khopesh, a javelin, a waterskin, and a tad bit of jewelry.
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Skills and Abilities: Though he has been trained with the khopesh and the javelin all his life, never once has Nefero been in actual combat. The same can be said with his bow, though he has been known to use it for hunting on occasion. He has the same knowledge with hand-to-hand and talon-to-talon.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 17:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Nefero Goldenfeather on Feb 20, 2022 3:39:07 GMT -5
When the first divine figure approached him, she held all of his attention. He took the flower gently in shaking hands, looking up at her with those starry eyes, gleaming twice as much from his fit of emotion. Had he ever known such gentleness? The Kor'dura were naturally loving people, as it was in their culture, but there was a caution in it. A reason. They always searched for a way to use that love, and they never gave it away to strangers. But here? What was behind these precious kisses and caressing hands? Before he could speak, a blushing red butterfly woman joined her sienna sister and gave her hand to his other cheek. Like a child bewitched, he nodded and drank, eyes popping open at the sweetness of the nectar. It quenched his thirst and struck his weary heart with a liveliness he thought was gone for good.
"... thank you," he murmured to them softly. Noting his sorry state, he straightened his back and cleared his throat. "I mean... thank you! My name is Nefero. Who... are all of you?"
As he followed them, he looked over their shoulders and spotted both a little bee person... perhaps one of the many fae they spoke about from home? Were they not tricky little things? And also a terrifying hooded figure, taller than they had the right to be. The warrior tucked his wings in closely to him and furrowed his brow.
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Cienna Cyrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: Age? what's that? I stopped counting after 20.
Appearance: A blonde bombshell of a woman. Her pouty lips a rose pink seem to give her face a doll-like innocence. Her eyes, blue as the open sea full of ambition and passion. She is just about 5'5
Equipment: She dresses in the purest of whites full of frills and lace. Cienna chooses to not wield a weapon but instead uses her teeth and sharp claws to tear her enemies down to size.
Skills and Abilities: Well, sure she's got loads of stuff she can do. She can look pretty, she can bat her eyes, she can climb up and down trees, be sneaky, and oh yea don't forget her bite is far worse than her bark.
Biography: A young woman with the ears of a cat and the tail to match is just starting her adult life. She enjoys walking through the forest but is still naive to the dangers of the world. It will not be too long for her to learn the cruelties of the world. People are desperate, especially hunters. They have laid down traps in the forests Cienna frequents, unknownst to her. Cienne, unfortunately, becomes trapped in one of the traps a bear trap digging deep into her ankle. Many animals do not escape, even though she is not all animals she is still too weak to force apart the claws of fate, and instead, this may be where her life ends, unless. . .
Registered: Feb 19, 2022 18:55:48 GMT -5
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Post by Cienna Cyrus on Feb 20, 2022 17:40:20 GMT -5
Cienna was cautious as she came upon the festivities here. How could such beautiful and stylish people live all the way out here hidden from the modern world? She enjoyed the sounds of the forest, the feel of damp grass on her bare feet but a part of her liked being seen by everyone. Her eyes were bombarded by a hoard of colorful Diriposa. She looked in awe like a deer caught in the headlights. Her gentle blonde curls bounced under a white hooded cloak as she walked closer, it seems there were people here already. The sunlight has been awfully mean to her after her change. She hid amongst protective white layers, to say white is her favorite color is an understatement. Her off-white cat ears flicked as every little sound caught her attention. Her bushy tail swishes in tune with her strides.
She stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dark greenery of the forest, many have compared her to an angel but oh was she far from one. "What is this place?" she asks hoping someone will answer her question. Her blue eyes looked upon the other guests still her. A little bee person? How cute, though she could eat that cute person in one bite but she could never eat something that cute. There was also the tall man made of clothes, he looked like a giant definitely not going to try and eat him. This left the dark haired man with giant wings jutting out beautifully from his back. Cienna pats her cheek "stop thinking about eating things" she thinks her shoulders shaking as her being hungers for larger more intelligent prey. The prey she's hunter have been animals incapable of sentience, these creatures are more than what she is used to. A fear creeps through her as she wraps her arms around herself hugging her torso. "Keep it cool" she mumbles under her breath worried that if she is not strong enough an initiable hunger might consume her and those around her.
There's a childlike innocence to her looks, Cienna having recently started her journey away from her protective parents is still quite a naive and curious cat.
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Saxi
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 18
Appearance: 6 inches tall, more bee-like than most other bee-folk
Equipment: Her helmet and armor are fashioned from the shell of an ironclad beetle. Her sword is made of amber and is enchanted.
Skills and Abilities: As far as pchelinaya go, Saxi is unusually tough, enough to actually survive an attempt by a human to squash her. She is quite fast and agile. Light that reflects through her amber sword can burn, blind, and heal. However, due to the suppression of the mist, these effects are temporary.
Biography: Saxi was a noble soldier bee who initially had no plans to leave her hive. She planned on beecoming a queen's bodyguard and protecting her the rest of her days. However, arriving in the mistborne isles has caused her to change her views. She beelieves the future of the hive and the rest of her people depends upon gathering knowledge of the strange new world they are in.
At her coming of age, she decided to become a diplomat instead. Unfortunately, having been a soldier her entire life, she doesn't really know what she is doing. Being close to the queen however, none of the other pchelinaya objected. Saxi beelieves the isles are dangerous and she is better suited to being a diplomat than most.
Her mission is to explore the isles and make friends/allies on behalf of the hive.
Allegiances: Pchelinyy Dom
Registered: Feb 15, 2022 21:24:49 GMT -5
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Post by Saxi on Feb 20, 2022 19:49:12 GMT -5
At first, Saxi was caught off guard by the overwhelming amount of doting she received. It was the polar opposite of defending a hive from intruders. The big ones spooked her a bit, and her head swiveled about with bulging, alert eyes.
But then they started prodding her with their antennas, a gesture she found rather reassuring. Yes, they were big ones, but they were also insectoids, and she could relate to that. Instead of being alarmed, she leaned into the prodding and straightened up, a tall and proud pchelinaya.
There were many other envoys from strange places here. A cloth man, a winged crybaby, a... mammalian fae? Ugh. Saxi interpreted the visitors as competition. She needed to start working on making a good impression to impress the diriposa before all the attention was stolen away from her. She waved to the fur collared one, and then turned to the one who offered her a drink. "Ahhhh..." she said in a feminine, humanoid soprano. There was an echoed, vibrating distortion to her voice, which made sense given she was flying with insect wings.
"Ahhhhh..."
Oh crap.
Oooooh crap.
She nodded a rapid affirmative to let her know that snapdragon punch sounded absolutely delightful!
She forgot how to speak common.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit. I'm doomed. Doomed! What kind of ambassador am I? Every diplomat and even most regular pchelinaya knew how to speak common. Yes, she took the classes. She passed (barely). But being a noble, she had spent most of her social life insulated within the inner circles of the hive, where they spoke their native language. Most of her interactions with the outside involved fighting off bears and nosy big ones. She rarely needed to actually talk to them!
Ok, no need to panic. She was merely out of practice. She could speak common. She just needed to relax and let those childhood lessons come to her.
The red-headed one, the one they referred to as the maker of matches, Estrella was it? She approached, doted more big compliments on her, and asked for her name. Ok, she thought she could at least say that!
"Saaaaxiiii," she said with her vibrating voice. (It was short for saxifrage, a genus of hardy flowers known for surviving in cold climates.)
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Post by The Heart of the Diriposa on Mar 31, 2022 8:30:40 GMT -5
The guards glanced to each other as this wingless creature moved so unsettlingly. Whatever it was it seemed to be simultaneously familiar with polite society while being absolutely devoid of understanding for rules and boundaries.
"We didn't exactly think anyone else would be passing by with the end of the world and all. Not many just casually taking a walk to chat with the neighbors nowadays." The male Diriposa spoke a bit sarcastically, something that garnered him a light smack on the arm by his partner who was correcting him for his rudeness. The man rolled his eyes and gestured towards the flowers.
"This is part of our food supply. You can help yourself to nectar, of that there is plenty, but the more flowers are picked the less nectar there is to go around. You wouldn't want the little ones to go hungry out of the blooming season because we could not store enough food, would you?" the female guard picked up more politely but still firm.
Both looked absolutely shocked that such a large flower could be so casually pulled out of the cloth creature. Yet, the sunflower given would be accepted by the male guard who seemed perplexed. "Ahh... Thank you. we'll find a good use for it I'm sure." he shrugged, looking like he had softened some. "There's festivities further in, if you want an excuse to pick and touch flowers with permission then maybe you should join the flower arranging contest. Otherwise, keep your hands off, have fun, stay safe, and Welcome to the Flowering Cradle, friend." As if to demonstrate on behalf of her partner, the female guard gestured wide in the direction of the party.
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The ladies that had swarmed the new guests had parted slightly to make room for the all trusted Matchmaker to get a good reading.
"Saaaaaaaxiiiiii?" One of them asked as the bee gave her name, looking over to her companions to see what they thought.
"I think they mean "Saxi". Maybe they don't have many words?" the other suggested.
The dark skinned woman spotted the flash of white that was Cienna and approached her the same way she had the others but looked... confused as she pressed her antennae against the doll-like face of the.. cat? But not a cat, something else, but nothing that was familiar. It had taken a couple tries, the woman shifting her antennae to different spots on the pale woman's face before giving up. There was something in it they weren't knowledgeable enough to read. It was like it was a completely different language. But, she didn't look threatening so.. what was the worse that could happen?
The Diriposa smile and gestured for her to join in with the others as well.
Since everything seemed fine with the guests, minus the tears that is, they were more than happy to signal them all forward deeper into the heart of the festivities. By now tables had been set out in preparation for the flower arranging contest, as well as a few clay vases to hold the bouquets. Others kept busy making little delicacies to share with everyone. One pot had some kind of boiling sweet mixture as they made more of the popular sweets, some pure, others had sweets, nuts and flower petals mixed in, others were pulled using two sticks to make a more airy, brittle snack.
One pot though seemed to be getting a bit more attention than the others. It looks like a cooking station where flowers had the stems carefully removed in a way to keep the flower intact. They were then carefully dipped in the batter and coated with some kind of dry crumbs. Each coated flower was then dropped into hot oil until they turned golden and crispy The deep fried delicacies were then drained of oil and tossed into a basket of crystalized sugar. The one carrying out the frying had large translucent, opalescent wings, and wore
jewels like strings of pearls and polished semi precious stones clasping closed a translucent dress that flowed around with the slightest breeze. By the crown of silk flowers and pearls, it was easy to tell this individual was supposedly an important person yet whom opted to do common work. Folding a large leaf into a cone shape, the Diriposa in question filled the cone with a multitude of the deep fried flowers that she'd hand to a small wingless one. The child beamed with joy and brought the treats back to their friends for them to share and partake.
"Are the Violets cleaned and ready to be candied?" The woman asked and looked over her shoulder while she stirred the hot oil filled with the next patch of treats.
"Si, they are cleaned and ready, Princesa. The rose petals have already been sent ahead." Another so sat next to a water basin washing and drying the flowers being cooked. she smiled and nodded.
"After you're done take the rest of the day off and go enjoy yourself."
"but-" A look from the royal advised not to argue on this day, and they held their tongue. "Thank you."
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Skills and Abilities: Foxgloves, at his very core, is a salesman. He primarily sells glass eyes and body parts, although can generally find anything the customer could possibly desire for the right price. He tends to be very curious, and loves nothing more than a good story or a secret. In general, he displays a casual disregard for rules of all kinds, whether they be posted signs, regulations of a nation, or the laws of nature itself.
Biography: Foxgloves is quiet and focused, with a calm voice that hides how high-strung he can be. He has the habit of becoming fixated on certain people or things, usually things he finds particularly beautiful. A soft-spoken individual, Foxgloves’ lack of vocal cords prevents him from speaking above a loud whisper. Very few things upset him, except when it comes to things that he cannot have. If Foxgloves wants something, he will bargain incessantly, before resorting to begging or stealing. If deprived of something he wants badly, he falls into a deep melancholy. Usually, he perks up again once he manages to find or create a facsimile of the desired object, even if it’s nothing more than a piece of painted paper-mache.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Mar 19, 2021 19:18:12 GMT -5
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Post by Foxgloves on Apr 9, 2022 11:03:46 GMT -5
Foxgloves gazed at the two guards as they spoke, his eyeless stare lingering on their bright, insectoid wings. They really were quite pretty, he decided. Hadn't he once seen a whole collection of wings like those, pinned and preserved in a box for all the world to see and enjoy? It had been quite a marvelous sight at the time, but the owner had been loathe to trade it away no matter how much Foxgloves had bargained and begged. Eventually, he'd ended up making his own box, cutting out butterflies from colored paper and sticking them inside with pins. It hadn't been quite the same, but it had at least taken the edge off of his jealousy for a while. Now, though...the wings certainly were alluring, to say the least.
The offer of a party, however, distracted him from his thoughts. The prospect of meeting new people and making new friends was always an exciting one, and the mention of a flower arranging contest was alluring as well. He'd seen flowers arranged before, and contests promised prizes. Perhaps he'd be able to win something, or at least keep the plucked flowers. Bobbing his head up and down, he followed the guard's pointing up towards the treetops. How had he not noticed that there were festivities going on there?
"Thank you very much indeed," he whispered, clasping each guard's hand in both of his gloves. "I'll be sure to visit that, it looks like fun. I do so very much love fun. Please enjoy the flower, but don't let it get too much sunlight. It gets hot very quickly, and I'd hate for anyone to burn their soft little hands."
Satisfied that they'd been sufficiently warned, Foxgloves stuck his head into another flower, slurping up one last tongueful of nectar before turning to one of the vast trees that made up the forest. Getting up into the treetop village would be a bit of a challenge, and he mused for a moment about the best way to go about it. After some thought, he rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of severed hands, strong and callused. They'd belonged to a climber before, and he could tell by the way they flexed and twitched that there was strength in the thin fingers. Pulling one of his gloves off, he produced a needle and thread and began to stitch a hand to the cuff of his sleeve. After a series of neat, careful stitches, he stretched out the fingers of his new hand and gave the knuckles an experimental crack. Satisfied with his handiwork, he attached the second hand to his other arm and began climbing up the side of the tree. His unnaturally long, patchwork limbs made for a strange sight as he clambered up the tree, looking for all the world like some sort of bizarre spider as he made his way up to the suspended platforms that made up the village.
Once he pulled himself up on top of one of the platforms, Foxgloves severed the stitches with a pair of tiny scissors and put the hands away, replacing them with his usual purple gloves. They were useful hands, and it wouldn't do to wear them out. Gazing around, he marveled at all the beautiful, winged creatures that walked and fluttered about as they celebrated some yet-unknown event. In truth, he could've stood and watched for hours, but the prospect of a flower arranging contest drove him to start walking. The feeling he'd gotten in the morning had been right - this was going to be a good day.
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