10-22-2018, 07:22 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"][color=COLORHERE]❁ tags! — Spica Evergarden had visited the far north in her travels after leaving her comfortable village deep within a mystic wood. The ice and snow were sights to behold, but nothing could hold a candle to the greenery of the forests. It called to her now as she padded to what she vaguely recalled was the Tanglewood border. She hadn’t studied the many groups of the world, but she knew many of the most notable ones by name anyway.
Something told her she’d find something here. It was an itching feeling that made her brilliant faerie wings quiver at her sides. She had no idea her dear sister resided here, but she would find out in time. The two hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and the reunion may not be likely to be the happiest one.
As the tabby maine coon fae came upon the Tanglewood marsh and her first step sent one of her paws into a slime of mud, she screamed in disgust. Her wings fluttered at her sides and she lifted herself to hover in the air with her beauty-queen face distorted, ”By zhe heavens! Vhat is all this m-mud?” The rest of the forest marsh was beautiful truthfully, but Spica wouldn’t stand for her paws being muddied. She tried to rub some of the filth away with her other paw, only to have it dirtied too.
A noise of rustling sounded far off and she sensed people lived here, which made perfect sense. However, she was making a fool of herself. Get yourself together, Spica. The world needs mud like it needs all else in nature, she pep-talked to herself in her head. With a heave of an ethereal sigh, the gorgeous feline called out in her sickly sweet scandinavian lilt,”Greeting, dears, anyone! I am Spica Evergarden and I’ve come to stay awhile in zhe Tanglewood, correct? Beautiful wonderland this place is, honestly!”
And it’d be even better when she got used to the mud.
Something told her she’d find something here. It was an itching feeling that made her brilliant faerie wings quiver at her sides. She had no idea her dear sister resided here, but she would find out in time. The two hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and the reunion may not be likely to be the happiest one.
As the tabby maine coon fae came upon the Tanglewood marsh and her first step sent one of her paws into a slime of mud, she screamed in disgust. Her wings fluttered at her sides and she lifted herself to hover in the air with her beauty-queen face distorted, ”By zhe heavens! Vhat is all this m-mud?” The rest of the forest marsh was beautiful truthfully, but Spica wouldn’t stand for her paws being muddied. She tried to rub some of the filth away with her other paw, only to have it dirtied too.
A noise of rustling sounded far off and she sensed people lived here, which made perfect sense. However, she was making a fool of herself. Get yourself together, Spica. The world needs mud like it needs all else in nature, she pep-talked to herself in her head. With a heave of an ethereal sigh, the gorgeous feline called out in her sickly sweet scandinavian lilt,”Greeting, dears, anyone! I am Spica Evergarden and I’ve come to stay awhile in zhe Tanglewood, correct? Beautiful wonderland this place is, honestly!”
And it’d be even better when she got used to the mud.
WARM SUMMER FEVER !
maine coon w/ faerie wings ❁ female ❁ young adult of tanglewood ❁ aesthetic earth elements + flight ❁ royal blood ❁ scandinavian accent ❁ ref.