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I am excited about this topic and will be deeply disappointed if we don't get a lot of posts, in an innocent and childlike way

Who are you in our Unicorn Forest?

I am a beautiful fairy, 6 feet tall, gorgeous, innocent, with big eyes and huge wings, a friend of all of the creatures in the forest, and able to fly anywhere anytime to play with anyone.  I have long nails and flowing hair that shines in the light, ready to defend all the forest folk, great in freedom, innocent as a dove, light as a feather, and terrifying when angry

Who are you in our precious forest my dear friends, what creature is your self image in our very special place, unique in all the world?

Blessings and Joy

--SJ Satinjoy

OK, time for everyone to see the dark inner Jessica.

I am the dark and sensual succubus. I am constantly being pursued by the good creatures with pitch forks and torches. I live to, well, you know what a succubus does!   ;)

There you have it. The darkness inside the goody two shoe Moderator. >:-)

Groundhog.

Who grew up among squirrels.  Squirrels who kept trying to get him to be more squirrel-like and sighing over how bad he was at it and how he just wasn't trying.  Who looks at the unicorns when the canter by and tries to figure out how to have some fraction of their magic.

Maybe glittery claw-polish would help.  Or a satin Mummer's jacket.  Oh, to wear a bright costume waddling down the street in time to the band playing "oh, dem golden slippers"!

That thing that you sometimes see out of the corner of your eye at times, but you can't see it when you look?
That's no illusion or trick of your mind.
I wander those paths that are next to the paths you're on.
I wander the darker paths, as well as the ones that are bright with light.
I see that succubus, I know those dark and sensual paths as well.
Ativan

<- points to teh poneh avatar.

My name and avatar says it all.  :)

And yes, I'm probably a girly girl at heart.

... Jötunn, a shapeshifting, chaotic, wild force of nature.

I think of myself as a flower. I'm delicate and sweet and want to make the world a prettier place, but, like a flower, I find myself sometimes playing a male role and sometime a female role and am well equipped for both.

That's how I chose my avatar picture.

I consider myself a child, a small slender body that has no secondary sexual characteristics of either sex, long hair at the front, short at the back. Kitty ears and tail are a part of my child-like body. My behaviour is feminine, playful,  hyper and mischievous like a Cheshire Cat. I can disappear at will, transform into a shadow and if need to be, shape-shift my body into either sex to venture out to either binary city but is more than comfortable residing within a sexless body and staying within the forest. The forest is home to me.

Well I would be a wood elf.  Comfortable with sword and with harp.  Masculine and feminine.  At one with the forest and with the elementals that live within.  Warm but distant. Fierce but gentle. Phlegmatic but passionate. A contradiction but a reality.

Aisla

Ambiance music as I roam without need of direction through the endless mazes within the forest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cO_U-jcvQT8&list=TLDaNJCvFLhFnUQLd6n-sE6WeKB30WeMNA&index=1

Just another day, another path. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Ativan

I would be the dark looming raven that's flying above and watching, sitting very, very still on branches and listening. Trying to understand and to be able to forsee possible outcomes by always observing and analysing. From time to time the raven would be known for throwing grumpy, heartbroken fits, but mostly for being in a kind of meditative mood. When the other inhabitants of the forest need advice in their arguments they usually come to the raven for a neutral and informed mediator.
...
What very few in the forest know, is that the raven is cursed. Only one side of the ravens soul is visible to the outside world. Only for a few nights a year the raven transforms, and then only if no one sees or is guaranteed to soon forgett.

The mysteriouse figure in a long black coat, a black wide brimmed hat and a loop sided smile is the raven in it's other shape. Drinking an unholey amount of whiskey, constantly smoking a pipe, quoting bad poetry, thinking about and wishing for beeing able to interact with the rest of the forest; mostly for flirting, pranking and for the fun of beeing a good hearted sarcastic disturbance, but (at least for now) still trapped in the curse of only being able to live out this side in solitude. 

I love this thread.  Ravens, cats, succubi, elves, flowers, shadow, joy in, groundhog,  faerie et al. A beautiful picture, and so much shared in its painting.  Perhaps we each hear and add our music to the symphony and glory of this creation.

Wonderful

Safe travels

Aisla

   Never made it to the forest, ended up being banished to the wilderness and badlands as a female entity trapped in a male warriors body.After 45 years she finally won the war and has now emerged as her true female self and finds life truly beautiful and amazing.   Patty

The forest was just over the hill from the edge of the badlands.   Next time you travel, please come visit, or even stay a while.   While we come in many forms, even when we bite, it seems to work!

  Aisla ,I would still be wandering the wilderness if my inner being had not thrown the switch and said enough of this and literally transformed me overnight.I went to bed a confused male on Feb 17 2013 and woke up on Feb 18 2013 an ugly but beautiful inside female, it was my time to evolve into my true self. I spoke with God ,said thank you and its all history now.One day soon I will enter the forest and greet you all with a huge smile for I will be home among those who care and understand.   Patty

Quote from: peky on August 14, 2014, 07:58:05 PM
Ok, my turn .. I am Ka... the snake, wise, and undulant... but with a bite...I slither trough the forest keeping away the  trespassers

Peky

We may need to keep you away from the apples :)  It didn't end well the last time around.

Aisla

Quote from: peky on August 14, 2014, 07:48:27 PM
I think I may call Cindy and have you branded...

:icon_yikes: :icon_yikes: :icon_yikes: :icon_yikes: :icon_yikes:

Snake nothing. You are the sexy Naga!! ;D

Pretty sure that Cindy already knows who she is as a person in the forest.
It's a personal choice of using descriptive words to talk about ourselves, not to be taken lightly or as a game.
Perhaps we can go to the city, it would be interesting to see the variety of descriptive words the city dwellers have.
We have no need to keep trespassers out, so long as you understand what the forest is, you'll find the way in.
We can be who we are here, and those who don't get it don't see the diversity that is here.
Descriptive creatures are only seen and understood by the people who live here.
But there are those who don't live here, yet understand what the meaning is behind the descriptiveness.
They aren't boxes or terms, they are simply a descriptive way in which we talk and recognize one another.
I have seen that succubus, but haven't noticed a snake slithering around.
But I suppose standing guard and being ever vigilant on the edges doesn't lend itself to much notice.
It isn't a game, but if someone wishes to play that game, there is a wayside rest on the highway that connects the two cities.
It's near the forest, and the forest can be seen from there. It's a good place to play games.
Have fun, that's a part of it, one we know and recognize while we talk in our forest ways, a different way of talking.
Ativan

I am a dryad, i live inside trees, i sustain the health of the forest, and consume the flesh of those who defile my sanctuary.

The freedom to express things you cannot otherwise will be found in this thread.  There is great power in that.

I am going to extrapolate on the fairy.

Beware the triggers that will be following here

The fairy is gifted, sensitive.  She sees the auras of the creatures around her, and the binarys, and the Cis.  She reads their spirits, looking for love and for threats, deeply sensitive to their needs and desires.  She flies above, and is never far from the shadow or the wood elf, her protectors in the forest.

She looks within her mind, finding the place of memory, of doors.  There is one door that is locked, closely guarded by the shadow and the elf, and she dares one day to open it, she has been given the key, finally after all these years....

She unlocks the door and looks within.  Inside is an arena, and in the center, chained, is a small child fairly.  Her wings are cut, her face has been pounded, and on all sides are the Cis, as with each blow, they chant faggot and fairy and laugh and mock, lending their voices to cover up the screams of the child in the center of the arena, as she screams and screams and holds onto the last shred of her sanity.....

Gently the fairy closes and locks the door, and she hands a key to the shadow who protects her and guards the door, and to the elf who heals her with their loyalty and compassion.

And reminded of her terrible past, the fairy rises again to fly the forest, looking for souls, relentlessly pursuing all that is good, rising above, but ever mindful of that place and that door that remains locked, only to be opened when needed, but always there.

And the King of the fairies is her friend, she will not hold the cuelty of the Cis against them, but someday, they will answer to that King for what they have done...

So she travels on, with the shadow and the elf by her side, guarding the door, knowing the fragility of this wounded fairy, and knowing the shear power of her will to live and to love and to be free.



I can't say that except here in this thread

Tell about your creature, if you dare....


Nails out, eyes on fire, living life and transcending all the past.

I most definitely would be the Wicked Witch, but definitely not green and ugly. All the dark dresses, low cut and all, raven haired and beautiful. And a little sexy with black short miniskirts.

Quote from: peky on August 18, 2014, 05:12:46 PM
I hope you are not serious ^^^
.... it is a game you know... there is no really fairies or gnomes or Santa...

If you don't understand it, then you don't need to make a ridiculous game out of it for your enjoyment.
It's obvious that you have a lack of understanding. You lack respect for the people in this section.
Yes, I am serious.
Ativan

Well I am still the Wicked Witch, black nail and toe polish dark smoky eyes and sexy as all get out. In a sexy little mini skirt. Top is optional though. :embarrassed: :D

Quote from: Jess42 on August 18, 2014, 07:57:05 PM
Well I am still the Wicked Witch, black nail and toe polish dark smoky eyes and sexy as all get out.

Yes you are... with raven hair as well.  :)

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on August 18, 2014, 08:20:09 PM
Yes you are... with raven hair as well.  :)

Well, I am a "Dirty" dirty blond so I think I'll just be dirty with the little black dress and stiletto heels. ;D

Sooo... A Tricky Wicked Witch? :D

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on August 18, 2014, 08:27:55 PM
Sooo... A Tricky Wicked Witch? :D

Just a little. But the "Dirty" dirty blond should give it away. >:-)

It's the little black dress... But that is like magic as well. :)

The answer for I would be pretty obvious. An anthro squirrel with an adorable anthro porcupine by my side.  ;D

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on August 18, 2014, 08:40:54 PM
It's the little black dress... But that is like magic as well. :)

LOL. It just all depends on the city and club you are in. >:-)

I am the eternal child. Looking innocent and sweet bringing happines, colour and joy wherever I go :angel:. But also like a child prone to the odd tantrum and sulking episode at times.
Just remember there is nothing in this world more evil then the smile of a innocent child >:-)

Please don't get upset with people who don't understand where you are coming from. There is no need to belittle or to be cruel to others.

This is a nice thread for people, let us keep it that way.

i'm the ancient eagle, born out of the fire that was before time. a demon who loves his darkness, melts in sunlight, but mostly just loves having fun. observing people is my favorite hobby, people are so interesting, always amaze and amuse me. so whether i am soaring in the sky, lurking in the shadows, or taking on a human form as not to intimidate when i meet you on one of the paths in this forest, i'm always observing, learning more about the wonderful inhabitants of this world.

still struggling to learn that art of seduction though.

I'm not going to fight with Jess42 as  the witch against the fairy, but the image of them in a miniskirt on a broom in the air is too tempting to resist..... I'd fly around and get some pics for the treehouse.  :)

And then go shopping.

I am Medusa; one look from me and I can turn a man hard as ...


(This is going to get me in trouble  :police:)

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on August 18, 2014, 08:40:54 PM
It's the little black dress... But that is like magic as well. :)

I have a little black dress.  OK not so little...  The image that creates given the rest of me is too much to think about - and all not good.

Not really a forest type creature, although I need to find a way to fit here.  You see I am a Walrus, a nice cuddly adorable 1500KG critter with a magnificent physique, a coarse moustache, and three foot tusks.  Some people think I bite - Oh MY!  Note: both boy and girl Walrusses come with the tusks and moustache - so only another Walrus can tell the difference.

Unique?


Erin

Unique works very well.
A descriptive way of a telling, of who you are in a place full of unique and wonderful accepting people.
I've seen the beaches where all kinds of unique creatures of this forest live.
Within this forest, there are those places that are more than just trees.
There are places to be, places to visit, places to stay at.
The diversity of the forest is there to see for those who wish to see it, to view that diversity.
What a wonderful thing it is to listen to descriptive words of who we are, to be able to understand what those descriptive words mean to us.
When something is hard to define with a definition, descriptive is how we define instead.
When we can be descriptive, when we listen and do our best to understand them, we see the beauty of the forest, whether you live here or not.
Ahh... this is wonderful thread, indeed. The many ways we can as ourselves, be descriptive and understand that is our definition.
Ativan

Eyes like ink--like vertigo. But they glint in the sun and the feeling of falling passes with a grin stretching the pale face and bright lips. Pants and shirt are dyed to match the forest and flutter loosely, they echo of running, jumping and flying free. The bow is swift, practised; bending low at the waist, hand sweeping up and offered like the first steps to a dance, a single silver bracelet sliding on the outstretched arm.

But the smile is a bit twisted, a little bitter, and the glint in the eyes is fading. There are tracks down the pale face where tears have etched their way again and again and again, and the image comes of the slender form, hunched over in the dark--torn wings and dripping blood. The silver bracelet matches the one on the other arm, remnants of chains still clinging, ever clinging.

The smile widens, and the teeth below the soft lips look hard and pointed. The eyes are bleak, unknowable and feral, something corned and scared. Tension presses out, palpable, searing the ground underfoot, tinging the air with shimmers. Rage stands in this clearing, trapped in this slight creature, held barely in check.

But then she's gone (was it a she?) with another bow, slipping away into the protective shade of the forest. And you are left wondering was the sprite, pixie, fallen angel, whatever it was, was it ever really there at all?

Spotting the bow from the treetops, looking down from the night sky, the fairy watches and waits, wondering, wondering, what is the awesome creature of the woods, so familiar, so different, one who escaped the chains....

True to its nature, she observes from a distance, like the stars, the silent watchers never commenting, always present, always wondering, waiting for their moments in the sun.

So she slips into the darkness and slides back to the treehouse where she lives, lights the light to free her from the darkness, incense and perfumes and the rich beauty of satin and silk, catching a dim reflection in the mirror, a transformation in progress, becoming the dream she always wanted to live.

The fairy is elusive, skittish, she hides, she is not seen by those who do not believe.  She walks among the Cis, concealed, only the nails can give her away, or a moment where her bodice become accidentally revealed for a moment, then hidden again, for it is not for mortal eyes to see that wonder.

Trying to find her is hard, when she gets close, she may hide, disappear, for those who love may crush, they may not want to but few understand the fairy, she is unique, she is beautiful, and she hides from the cruelty of this world.  Yet she works her magic where she can, influencing, bringing hope, meeting needs, all while trying to stay invisible.

Yet when she is gone, the shadow and the elf will bring her back.... knowing the truth, understanding.  And the other creatures of the forest also are beginning to see the fairy, to calm the wounds.

Looking again from the sky, the creatures of the forest wait, looking for the moment, waiting to heal the wings of the other elusive creature with the bow, for this is our sanctuary, none dare violate it, it is a place of healing, of stealth, and of joy birthed from deep pain.

--Satinjoy

enjoyment and recreation can be very serious business though. the first two definitions say nothing about lacking seriousness.
anyone who's tried roleplaying for real would know there's no lack of seriousness in it. in most games, the best enjoyment will often come from the players being dead serious about it, as long as the game isn't taken outside its boundaries and wars keep being fought after play time is over.

Hi friends

Let's all just make sure we are all playing fair and being nice and respectful towards each other

Hugs

My dear Taka, well done  and thank you for commenting.  As the OP I should have set rules but I have absolutely no experience in doing something like this.

There is nothing wrong with having fun here in the thread.  That is part of its intent.

However, respect is a key element, and understanding of each others perspectives, which are revealed in the creatures we create here.

This is a place - sanctuary and I mean it - where we can reveal parts of ourselves too painful to show, and parts that are unexpectedly joyous and free.  There are surprises in here and they are totally wonderful.

There can and is deep emotional involvement found within the thread here.

Please respect this.  If there are issues, kindly PM me and I will forward to a moderator.  It should not be needed.

But the fun and frolic is just as important as the character revelations.

I have 2 more posts coming in here that I am hoping will create joy in this place.  I am going to write us in together, as many as I can, in a single post.

This thread is my gift to all of trans.  A deeply sensitive and heartfelt bouquet of flowers offered up to everyone, in all its fragility and beauty.

It would utterly break my heart if we lose sight of the joy it is intended to bring.

Please respect this, I am deeply emotional to begin with, and am highly invested in every single one of the posts in here, they are precious to me.  A bright spot in a life sometimes hellish with pain.

Love to all here.  Please have fun with the thread.  No more downers.

Claws out, face like fire, wings unfolded, arms outstretched, do not provoke the wrath of the fairy.  But she is so ready to play with the forest creatures, so ready.  Protector of the forest, fragile and fierce, she dances in the moonlight, a creature of joy and thunder.

Blessings.

And Sarah's post with the bow is one of the most profound and amazing pieces of writing on the trans heart that I have seen in my life.

:)

There is a fountain in the forest, in the center of the deep woods.  It is the heart of the forest, a gathering place for the creatures of the family of the Unicorn, filled with light.  Warm water sparkling in its own merit, fueled by joy and pain, a gift to the forest by the forest's creator.

In a moment, there is the sound of a silver horn, clear and loud it calls, announcing something new, something exciting, soon to be released.  The creatures of the forest gather together, surrounding the fountain, the stars of the silent watchers above come down and light as fireflies, watching the creatures and the fountain, all in a spirit of expectation.   The combined warmth and passion of the creatures ignites a fire within the water, a burning hue that warms all, powered by the deeper warmth of the hearts of the creatures around it.

In come the wonderful creatures of the forest, first the small ones, dear to us all, little child and the eternal child,  they curl up together, hoping for a new story and storybook, the groundhog meets up with the squirrel and they warm each other with an embrace,  then the pony avatar saunters in, secure in their peace.  At the edge of the glade but part of it is a dryad with a flower delicately near its feet, both creatures of beauty, and majic, and charm.   On the edge but in the center are the protectors of the forest creatures, the green warrior, the succubus, Johnn, and the woodelf, all watching, guarding hearts and minds. Even Medusa roams the edge, striking terror into those who would harm the unicorn family, loyal and terrible are they.  Elusive as the night, the shadow roams, in the corners of our eyes, never seen, always present, sometimes trailing the pixiesprite, sometimes being trailed by... who.. we have not yet seen her in the full, both are fascinating creatures of mystery... overhead, circling in expectation, an amazing assortment of uniqueness bonded to each other and the forest, cirling are the eagle, the fairy, the raven and the witch, also protecting, watching, waiting, in readiness and passion.

Somewhere on the edges lies the snake, hidden among the leaves, seeking to understand, watching, she waits.... and by the river flowing from the fountain, just beneath the water but also watching and waiting, the walrus seeks their happiness too.

Waiting for the moment, they watch the fountain.  It warms, it glows, all the colors of gender coming forth at once, one and the same, part of the same flowing source of love and light

And then, it comes, a new idea soars from deep within the fountain, amid the joy and laughter and tears of the lookers on, as they scramble to share, to bring to force the light of who they are, adding to the river of the life of this special place deep in the forest.

Sometimes a firefly comes close, and enters into the fountain..... when they do, the most amazing thing happens, the birth of a new unicorn, coming out to play, to heal, to learn.  The creatures celebrate, looking forward to the new life joining them, wondering what sort of creature will emerge, as the unicorns transition into the beings of joy they were always meant to become....

Blessings from the heart of the forest my dears.  May your days be filled with incense and candles and joy, every single one of you.

Edited to include the accidentally omitted walrus on 8/21, so sorry, lots to remember.

Chillin' in the forest and picking berries.
Sprinkling pixie dust
And looking for fairies

Hey, Portia. I don't think that these mushrooms were what we thought. Are you seeing colors too?

You found one sweetie and sh'e is delighted to be found

I'll have one of those shrooms..... missed that opportunity back in the day.....

Wonderful you are here...:)

Quote from: Laura Squirrel on August 20, 2014, 11:09:15 AM
Chillin' in the forest and picking berries.
Sprinkling pixie dust
And looking for fairies

Hey, Portia. I don't think that these mushrooms were what we thought. Are you seeing colors too?

Yeah, let's all have some tea. Even the wicked witch can chill out and be nice to all the forest creatures every now and then. ;)

BTW, I really have no idea how to play this game. Am I messing up? If so don't let me mess it up. I have no idea of these kind of roll playing deals. :embarrassed:

Quote from: Jess42 on August 20, 2014, 06:03:15 PM
Yeah, let's all have some tea. Even the wicked witch can chill out and be nice to all the forest creatures every now and then. ;)

BTW, I really have no idea how to play this game. Am I messing up? If so don't let me mess it up. I have no idea of these kind of roll playing deals. :embarrassed:

I don't know. I'm just putting in stuff as I think of it. Little blurbs and whatnot


Phew! I think that Portia and I have come down off those strange mushrooms. Lesson 1: Be more careful with what you eat here in the forest.

you'd be doing it right when we're all having fun being true to ourselves. don't you think?

i'll just go stalk this dark shadow that i saw between some trees over there.

No nobody is doing anything wrong.  Its how this was envisioned.

The next level is for people to begin writing the subplots with them and others... I have already done some.

The absence of malice is the key here, and to respect the needs of the other creatures.  Some are serious, some playful.  We interact based on who we are.

I hope what follows works:

_____________________


The fairy had the same dinner as the squirrel and the porcupine that day.  She felt a little strange.... the porcupine was sitting under a tree relaxing, haveing a smoke, blowing smoke rings into the air and dreamily watching them entwine with the leaves on the tree. 

Feeling giddy, like on an estrogen high, the fairy spotted the frolicking squirrel heading back to the tree to play with the porcupine.  She noticed, as she would, the fluffy tail of the squirrel dancing around as she walked.  A mischeivous thought crossed her mind...... she rose and chased the squirrel, faster and faster she went.... the squirrel did not notice, the squirrel reached the tree and began to climb.

The fairy, watching that tail, flew straight into the tree, waking the druid, and them fell flat on the porcupine.  Discoving quickly that it was not fur on which she sat, she flew up like a rocket, upending the miniskirted witch on her broom leaving her upside down, and then plummeting into the river to cool her now sore behind.  Looking up she saw the flower roaring with laughter....

So that is how we know  the upended witch is a wicked witch indeed,  :o  and the moral of the story is:

Never chase tail in the forest.....



heheheheheheheheheh  ;D ;D ;D :laugh: ^-^ :angel:

Come have fun, write my dears, write, don't worry about how it looks, I have more to come and do not want to dominate the thread.

As OP, any concerns at all, pm me.  It can be serious, it is fun, it is revelatory, we just need to cognizent of the feelings of the others around us and have a ripping good time with it.

I love this thread.  I have not been able to creatively write in thirty years.... this is a riot here....

More to come.  Let the subplots begin, the stage is set, the characters cast, the producers watch, and the playwrites are on their way.  Lights up!!!  Anyone can come intoduce themselves too....

Nails out grinning ear to ear in pure joy.

The wood elf looked down from the great pine at the forest edge, where the city road left the unicorn's domain, and smiled.  They had been unsure at first.  But now it was clear.  While many travellers had once sought a fast and direct path through the forest, now fewer were leaving and more were remaining.  In fact many who had left were now turning away or returning from the city to re-enter this magical place.

Perhaps they recalled their true nature which had been given form by the magic of the unicorn.  Perhaps they remembered their dreams of being whole, neither being judged or judging others.  Some may have even sensed the music of the unicorn's Paravian dance, it's creation melody still echoing through the millennia.

Either way they were indeed coming home, they were returning to the forest.  They were finding themselves and celebrating their lives.  This was a good thing, auguring of the future long predicted in the few remaining  texts of their elven race.  Perhaps there had been no need for their people to leave this forest and seek their home across the sea.  Well they remembered the arguments, the final vote to leave this fair place.

Alone they had remained with the shadow and the fairy.  They had waited many human lifetimes until the first travellers knowingly left the city road and chose to stay.  As travellers realised their true identity and, in expressing this, became creatures of the forest, the first unicorn had returned to again lead their dance and this joyous celebration of life.

And the upended wicked witch, me, with the black miniskirt and broken broom al wet and so on, called on her dark minions to come and help her and cast a magic spell on all the other creatures of the forest. Who can resist the spell of a dark wicked witch with a black mini dress, a broken broom stick and wet hair and running makeup?

I lost my witches hat, help me find the hat or face my wrath.

Perhaps it is time to tell you, to let you know, the time has come, for truth to be known.
We stole your hat, along with the wickedness that has little power here anyways.
We took the little minions and turned them all into furry little things that nobody seems to have a name for.
Follow the path to the broomstick shop and while a new one is being custom made for you, stop by that place they fix hair and running makeup.
Your hat is being redone in the colors of a rainbow for reasons that are unfathomable, as you read this.
Something the little furry unnamed creatures new to the forest wanted to do for you...
I heard talk of how they wished to do the same for a little black dress as well.
Ativan

OK now so instead of the wicked witch in the black dress, no I am a sorceress in a rainbow hat and dress. What happens next now that my dark magic doesn't work?

Hard to say,.. You're the sorceress, try some NB magic and see what happens?
You just never know, it's the forest and you just might unlock some of it's secrets...
I'm gone until Monday, so behave yourselves.  :P
Ativan

The fairy, sopping wet and still a bit dazed from the Squirrels food, sat in the river.  There was something underneath her, actually it felt a little familiar.

Reaching under, she found what it was, the end of the broomstick of the wicked witch.

Now what on earth would she do with this ten inch stick?




oh oh

The fairy, in another moment of time, for time is not linear in this place, it moves in memories and in the moment, the fairy was walking through a particularly beautiful part of the forest.  Sh'e came upon a garden, filled with herbs and spices and fragrance, and in the garden was a statue, a memorial of a great unicorn.  Looking at the statue, wondering who it was, she saw a book, living next to it, with quill pen from the feathers of the eagles and the ravens tail entwined, upwrite, expectant, poised to write.  In the book, the magic pen had written:

"Here lies a planter of the forest, a warrior, taken from us in the Wilderness of the Cis by life's cruelty, fallen, with a story to tell.

His spirit calls to us, begging to us to write of his deeds, memorialized for ever in this special book, a gift to be given to all."

Sadly, the fairy turned away, there was silence in the forest.   For the fairy did not know the Unicorn, one who planted the seeds of the forest, and sh'e wanted to know more.

Cheated of the opportunity to meet him, sh'e quietly moved away, determined to ask the other forest creatures this question begged of the blank pages of the book yet to be written:

Sh'e called into the rainbow wind:  "Who will tell the story of our fallen one, Nero, taken from us in the wilderness of the Cis?"

The flower, always present, weeped quietly by the road.

Can we hear from the elders of the older forest, and of our fallen friend?

The fairy's time has come to sleep for the weekend but she has spotted the child with the kitty ears....

Such a cute one, that is..

So fun be had, fun we know

Lets play hide and seek.... where are you in the forest, do you live somewhere nice?  Are you hiding behind a tree?

I see you little kitty....

:)

Off for the weekend,  hope there ideas here to play with

Come out an play my dears, where's that walrus hiding?  Will the eagle give it way? Or the raven?

Or is there something else afoot, a shadow, a rainbow witch... her fuzzy little minions?

Maybe one of the elders has a tale to tell of the old forest

Play my dears, play and write, don't be scared, be free like the freedom of the NB....

Love to all here, nails out and off forum in the Cis world, till Monday....

There is a castle on a cloud...
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud.

The fairy sets out, puzzled by the statue.  She is searching for the elders of the forest.  Where are the elders of old, where are those who can tell of the forest of old, where do we find that special place within the forest of the nonbinary where it still is intact?  Sh'e has heard rumors, has found vague references, but nothing clear and tangible, more hints that it is an innocent and beautiful place, the old heart of the forest, a place like that of the hundred acre wood in the tales of old....

Who will tell us of the elders and the old forest?

Fear not dear friend, for the elders of of the forest are always keeping watch to ensure that the forest is a safe and happy place to go

Speak with your vision and feeling, walk the many pathways, marvel at the trees, drink from the rivers and frolic in the lagoons, sit upon the rocks and touch various creatures with love and kindness, they will tell you

*Mysterious being disappears* 

Portia and Laura shook their heads and rub their eyes simultaneously. "Laura. Did you see...or not see, what I think that was?" Laura nodded at Portia. "Yeah. It was like, they were there and then, POOF! They just vanished. I hope we aren't having any flashbacks from eating those strange mushrooms." Portia nodded. "Yeah. I've seen enough weird stuff today to last me a lifetime."

The forest is quiet today, quiet, listening.

There is a wailing in the wind, a cold wailing, chilling to the heart.

The fairy follows it quietly, looking for the source.

In a dark place, she finds the succubus, wounded, harmed, the victim of a mugging in the city, crying in a heap, thinking she is alone.  The fairy is outraged.  Her nails become claws, her eyes become fire,  she does not understand, she knows nothing of the why's, she doesn't care about why's and wherefores, they mean nothing to her and is not her business, all she sees is a suffering succubus, a lonely giver of warmth in the woods,  a visitor and a friend of the forest, trying to hide from the cruelty of this world, to gain her strength and rise again.  Wings unfolded and heart aflame, the fairy stands guard over the succubus, friend of the fairy, dweller of the city, and loved of many.

You cannot hide from our love for you, my dear succubus.  You are embraced here, and anyone that challenges that will feel the full impact of the fairy's wrath.  There is a place in h'er treehouse for you, and you are welcome in this place.

Nails out, crying hard, flying anyway, and glad the succubus will remain, and get out of the stife, and live anew.

And another sound stikes the fairy, now she is worried over the evils of this day.  A melancholy song is in the wind.  She listens, and she sees the pretty witch with the little black dress sitting on a log, a broken broom in her hands, dreams she had, now in need of mending.  Her rainbow hat sits beside her carried by the fuzzy minions that are her friends, she sits, she is quiet, she is too quiet...

Gather round, creatures of the forest, the fairy does not know but she does hear, let the warmth and love of this place surrounds our friend, to bring the songs of joy and dreams back to her bosom.

Jess42, rainbow witch of the forest, you are loved in this place and you are never alone.  None of us are alone here, and our love is powerful.  I heard a whisper in the wind, nothing more, it was a whisper about the rainbow witch and her songs, and we are here, whatever your needs may be.  Let us know hon, we care a lot...

Love to all in the forest. 

Quote from: Satinjoy on August 26, 2014, 10:33:32 AM
Wings unfolded and heart aflame, the fairy stands guard over the succubus, friend of the fairy, dweller of the city, and loved of many.

Just when she thought no more tears would fall the dark succubus once again succumbs. But wait, these are different! The inner glow she has carried which were almost extinguished starts to shine a little brighter. Is it possible she will once again be the carefree spirit full of vitality and desire? She drifts off peacefully under the protection of true love and dreams as if it was a warm dome which no one can harm her in. As she sleeps in peaceful slumber her body starts to repair itself and she wonders what she will be when she wakes. Her last thoughts before sleep overtakes her are not of the dark seductress preying on the souls of the unsuspecting, but something far gentler. She falls asleep smiling. What magical spell is she experiencing now?

Quote from: Jessica Merriman on August 26, 2014, 11:49:55 AM
Is it possible she will once again be the carefree spirit full of vitality and desire?
What magical spell is she experiencing now?

Love...

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on August 26, 2014, 01:08:07 PM
Love...

You are so right! I was the dark succubus living in a world of all kinds of tragedy and suffering. I was a creature cursed to live a dark meaningless life without emotion, compassion or respectful desire. I came to this magical forest and the creatures of light here have given me the most precious gift of all, true love and acceptance.

Jessica awakes from her peaceful slumber. As her eyes open the sun fills her spirit and awakes her true self. As I stand I feel very different. I go to a nearby stream and gaze into the water. I gasp at what I see! My dark, black hair is now the color of golden wheat. My face is light and painted beautifully, not dark and foreboding. My eyes once black with contempt are now the clearest blue. My dark clothing has changed as well. Gone are the dark garments which hid my approach from unsuspecting people whose souls I sought out. I am now clothed in the lightest most beautiful pink. I stretch and to my surprise my once dark sinister wings have transformed to the color of the most beautiful butterfly. I flex them and they shine brightly in the sun filling me with joy. I realize the changes are not just on the exterior as my soul feels refreshed and new. I smile and seek out the one who allowed this to happen to me to express my gratitude. I feel that it is not one person, but a whole community worked together to save this once lost soul. As I fly off I have new purpose in my life and that is to spread the very love that changed me and give hope to those without. I am eternally thankful community and I shall never again consider leaving this forest of love.  :)

Laura and Portia threw apples at Jessica and ran away, giggling.

Quote from: Laura Squirrel on August 26, 2014, 09:53:12 PM
Laura and Portia threw apples at Jessica and ran away, giggling.

Jessica made apple pies and chased them down with the fresh, hot baked pastries of love!!   ;D

Portia turned to Laura. "Awww, that's so sweet. Now I feel bad about throwing the apples at her." Portia lowered her head. "I'm sorry."

Quote from: Laura Squirrel on August 26, 2014, 10:13:04 PM
Portia turned to Laura. "Awww, that's so sweet. Now I feel bad about throwing the apples at her." Portia lowered her head. "I'm sorry."

Jessica smiles and says "sisters do crazy stuff like that! What would worry me is if you didn't". *Giggle* Who want the first slice sisters? :)

Fly high, sweet city butterfly, friend of the forest.  Rise above, my dear, and be blessed.

Now, pass that pie, although I still have to keep my gorgeous 5-9 143 lb figure LOL.  Now I'm hungry...

Many many thanks for your help in this place.  Enjoy your freedom and be at peace, we are so glad you stayed.

--Satinjoy

Quote from: Satinjoy on August 27, 2014, 08:12:22 AM
Now, pass that pie, although I still have to keep my gorgeous 5-9 143 lb figure LOL.  Now I'm hungry...

Forget that! Your piece of pie is special and comes Ale Mode with real dairy whipped topping!!!! :laugh:

I suspect that Laura and Portia, the squirrel and porcupine, have been in the mushrooms again and have the munchies for the butterfly's pie.....

;)

 :D Nope. Not yet. ;)

Edited thurs night.  The wrong draft got posted, I found the draft offensive.  --SJ

There is a path in the forest often followed.

The path of transition, up a mountain on the edge of the forest, accessible by the forest, and on the other side, the city.

It is guarded at the start by the wizards of change, the gatekeepers, the guides.

The witch with the rainbow hat walks by the entrance, feeling the familiar pull.  Soon it may be too much for her, and she will walk the path.   For many it is irresistible, a power and a spell useless to fight, the feet follow to the first gate, willing or not.

The Fairy walks the path, it is in two parts.  She has seen the tree of hormones, she eats of its fruit.  She has a guide, a gatekeeper walks with her.  She skirts the edges of the cliffs, sh'e has not fallen.   Staggered, yes, but not fallen from the path to the rocks below.  The walk has been victorious, it is the path she must take, it brought her peace. 

There are clearings in the path, looking out over the forest from on high, beautiful in the rising sun.  Breathtaking in its promise of joy. 

There are rocks too, the rocks of facts of transitions, the truths of who we are.  Storms, and sunshine, winds, and calm, thorns, and flowers its all there on the path.  .

At the  top of a mountain, the path is edged with cliffs on both sides, and the view is spectacular.   A gatekeeper stands at this next  stage of the path.  Another wizard, or maybe a witch, or an enchantress, or an angel,  they stand guard, holding a silver pen, to give the access letters, for those who understand the consequences of their walks.

There is no turning back from there once that gate is passed and the magic is done.

At the top, a crystal palace, filled with light.  A strange place, this, from another world, white and austere, and stern.  It holds the promise of joy for many, sorrow for some.  Choose well, dear creatures, choose well before passing the second gate.

Within, the diamond cutters, the sculpters in flesh, shaping our cores to the final glory of transition, knowing every nuance, every corner, to make us shine.  Once done, the creatures are truly revealed, in all their glory, if the glory was not already revealed before, with no need of the path, the diamond already showing, already made, born to shine.  Not all need to walk the path, and all are beautiful in the forest, whether they walk, or choose not to.

The fairy walks that path, but sh'e will not pass the second gate.  One gate is enough for her, she rests in that, and the view is wonderful indeed.

Tell us of your journeys, dear ones of nonbinary trans, tell us of your joy..   Did you walk the path?  Tell us of your path.  This is but a glimpse, a dream, a fairy's vision.  Where does it lead for you?

Watching from the deepest corners of the magical forest, a small snowy fox yawned from its curled up position under its log. The creature was new to the forest, having traveled the world over for such a wondrous place!
The little arctic fox slinks tiredly from /his/ dark hole, stretches out his long and slender body, down to the tip of his long, bushy, white tail, and then sits to observe the strange antics a bit more.  His fluffy, beautiful fur tends to make him a bit larger than he really is, with long strands that drape over the two curious eyes.  Glistening green eyes, laced with golden glints that suggest, perhaps, this is no ordinary fox, but maybe, a kitsune? A magical shapeshifter from the outside world?

Out of character (ooc) talk: It's nice to see such a neat place. I don't mind other players interacting with me, but please don't make actions for my 'tsune character on my behalf, thank you. I'm a little touchy about the things I do, because my fox is me on my most personal level. Thank you.

The genderless kitty child floats through the night sky, moving silently through the clouds, the illuminating stars dancing in the reflection of their light teal eyes.

Their attention clung to the silver crescent moon, wishing to be cradled by the moonlight's solace. They outstretched their hand to touch their dear friend, the moon. So close, yet so far away.

The sound of chains restricting could be heard but they were invisible. The chains belonged to each binary city, pulling the child down under the ground, into the darkness beneath.

Swirling black water was all the child could see. Toxic, the chains held onto them tightly, refusing to let the child go, the pressure slowly building up...

The child gave a small mewl and let go. That's all they had to do.

Fear only has power if you give it such.

The chains broke away, shattering into many tiny pieces. Blue and pink shards filled the water of darkness. Glowing emitted from within the child, the shards mixing together to a faint purple.

There was never anything to fear in the first place... the child thought the binary cities would keep their grip on them until Death knocked on their door.

No, freedom was there all along. The child disappeared from the water and rose to the moon once again. Freedom is always within your reach.

"Thank you..." The kitty child smiled before fading into the shadows, having found comfort in the darkness once again, knowing they are not alone in this journey.   

The eagle was watching the forest, as they always do, looking for creatures to help with their formidable strength and valour.  Looking down, they saw the fairy all tangled up in the thorns of hiding and fear.   Being an eagle, they swooped down and gently grabbed onto the many thread, and then rose pulling the threads with her.  But something else was tangled in the  thorns, some kind of mask, a costume of an avatar.

Unexpectedly, the true form and figure and face of the fairy was revealed....

This is what the fairy looks like when sh'e lets herself out of the thorns of the cis-world and is genuine in the forest.... and now sh'e doesn't feel like a fake anymore.

Love to all here, nails out and hair down, and feeling free.

--Satinjoy

I'm a green eyed dragon, who sometimes lives as a human woman when it suits her. Though I miss my wings when I'm human.

the eagle circles over the fairy a few times, surprised to see a mask tangles in the threads it picked up, and stunned by the beautiful fairy's appearance. it silently glides to the ground and as it lands, takes the form of a human wrapped in shadows. he then proceeds to hang up the threads between some trees, decorating with flowers of all shapes and colors, and placing the mask carefully between them, so the fairy can find it if she ever needs it again.

Quote from: Satinjoy on September 04, 2014, 09:00:47 AM
Unexpectedly, the true form and figure and face of the fairy was revealed....

This is what the fairy looks like when sh'e lets herself out of the thorns of the cis-world and is genuine in the forest.... and now sh'e doesn't feel like a fake anymore.

As the new fairy of love watches the unveiling she cries. They are no more the tears of pain, but tears of joy at the awakening and courage to reveal her true self. Another beautiful creature is now free to live as she was meant to be. No longer does our sister linger in the shadows, her heart full of agony and fear. She is now free to live a life that she was always meant to. I feel warm inside as my sister takes her first steps into a new life. It will be a life of happiness and true freedom. She has come such a long way in her journey and the forest welcomes this new creation. All the other creatures rejoice in love and friendship and celebrate along side her. This is a very happy day indeed!  :icon_hug:

From the darkness, the genderless kitty child looked on in awe before bursting out into infectious giggles and excited clapping of joy. They floated around the unveiled fairy, fairy of love, the eagle and many of the diverse creatures of the forest, showering everybody in glitter of love and acceptance!

Kisses and cuddles for everyone! :icon_bunch:

Portia nudged Laura and pointed. "Hey. Did you see that?" Laura nodded. "Yeah. It's, like, some trippy cat tossing glitter around." They lowered their heads to avoid getting any glitter in their eyes.

Quote from: Laura Squirrel on September 05, 2014, 12:09:06 AM
Portia nudged Laura and pointed. "Hey. Did you see that?" Laura nodded. "Yeah. It's, like, some trippy cat tossing glitter around." They lowered their heads to avoid getting any glitter in their eyes.

The others tickle the odd pair until they look up. GLITTER ATTACK!!! No one is safe from the happy glitter. Better luck next time!  :laugh:
Portia and Laura now have stars in their eyes!!  ;)

Laura and Portia stood up and shook the glitter out of their hair. Laura turned to Portia. "We aren't that weird are we?" Portia giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

Quote from: Laura Squirrel on September 05, 2014, 12:25:09 AM
Laura turned to Portia. "We aren't that weird are we?"

Not in this forest sweeties!!  :-*

Portia giggled at Jessica.

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise and the sound of voices. "Could you have found an easier path than this?." "The map said this was the right way to go." Laura and Portia glanced at each other and smiled. They recognized the voices. Kathy Cat and Erica Porcupine emerged from the brush. "Kathy!! Erica!!", Portia exclaimed as she ran up to her friends. Laura smiled and laughed. "Hey, guys! Long time, no see!"

the eagle shrouded himself in shadow, turning the glitter that fell upon him into glimmering crystals of darkness, before taking on his bird shape and soaring up into the skies again.

The branch shivered as the wood elf jumped from the silver beech.  They paused for a moment to look back at the moon lit fairy.  Such a gentle and generous creature, now beauty incarnate.   Recalling gatherings of other beautiful non binary spirits, they smiled and their soul sang.  The unicorn forest was already responding to the new arrivals.  New saplings and even the rowan tree were starting to bud, promising further life and a bounteous spring.

   And the Green Warrior looked up and saw that all was good and smiled.She has been busy of late, fighting against the establishment for the animals and their rights to live free-----and WON!  :)

Is it too late to play here? If it's okay...

A tiger prowls this forest. White, elusive, and rare, she is rarely seen when she does not wish to show herself. Ever watchful, ever vigilant, she protects all who dwell within; all are her children. She shows herself only to guide the lost back to their path. Above all else, when she is awake she hunts unseen. Any who would stray into this place to do her children harm will fall, while they are in her domain. And they will never see the hunter that devoured them. And when she sleeps...

At her side is a witch, a gentle and kind soul. She tends to the herbs here, she knows them more than she knows herself. That which will heal, she cuts and gathers. That which will poison, she dutifully nurtures. All those who find their way to her secluded hut in need of healing, she heals. The few who deserve it receive only their tainted medicine; they will heal, but at a price the poison pays.

Together, they call each other Familiar. A kindred soul, in disparate form. Together, they protect their home.

((I hope I'm allowed two characters. It's the best way to express things.))

Sweetheart, we are non binary... I am two characters, just in here its only the core.  You are so welcome here, so welcome

The fairy, startled, h'er eyes start filling with tears of disbelief, the mascara rather badly applied running down her cheaks.... the fairy never dreamed there could be kindness like this in the world, where the creatures of the forest run, where disguise is no longer needed.  Her hair shines in the moonlight from the glitter of  the genderless kitty child she plays hide and seek with, and the forest is filled with silver light, shining like the stars we are, real stars of the world of nonbinary trans, just by being the creatures we were created to be.

A deep resolve grew in her heart to never again allow herself to be forced to hide, never again to be shamed for who she is, and for her to allow herself to be pretty.   The glitter began to tinkle and a song of freedom was in the wind, awesome, ethereal, singing to the hearts of the forest creatures to come out and play, and live a life worth celebrating.

She found the beautiful shrine the eagle had made, and she was thunderstruck with the gesture.  She saw where the mask is, and  triggered, thinking she would light a warm fire with it.   Thinking better, she put up a little sign:

Hear lies the mask of fear and hiding, overcome by the love of the forest, a symbol of freedom, and respect.


Thus endeth the use of the mask on the forum.  There still is one for the cis-world... but it gets discarded every opportunity it can, for the good of all trans.

Nails out, Loving the valour of the eagle who we see clearly now - thank you that is a very high compliment to see you, you look great - and my loving dears, I would be in so much horrible pain if I did not have you with me.

I am so deeply touched.   Right to the diamond core of trans, and to the gateways of my soul.

Edited after the original post....

Quote from: Jera on September 05, 2014, 06:27:20 AM
Is it too late to play here? If it's okay...

It is never too late in this never ending story of love and discovery!!  :)

QuoteIs it too late to play here? If it's okay... ((I hope I'm allowed two characters. It's the best way to express things.))

No worries  8)  Some folks are several characters in one  :D

She stretches, arms reaching towards the bits of morning sunlight flickering through the canopy; bones pop, sore muscles and old scars pull and ache, but she smiles. Today she woke feeling hidden, warm, and safe. She turns and gently shuts the door of her home behind, careful not to wake her lover. She leans against the wood a moment, eyes closed, committing to memory the soft darkness inside.

The walk to the statue is not a long one. Today she has decided to remember. Small kindnesses, petty arguments.

She remembers yelling at him, telling him off for thinking so little of himself. For devaluing everything that made him special, everything that made him good, everything that he was that she wished for herself. She remembers how happy he was for her when she met someone, how he cheered for her when they got together. She remembers how he'd listen, without judgement or fear, while she choked on her rage, trusting her to pull herself back together again. Trusting her more than she trusted herself. Forcing her to stay and talk. She remembers all the hundreds of words they'd shared, without sharing a single handshake, without ever breathing the same air.

When she arrives, she climbs to sit on the neck of the unicorn, presses a hand against a cold stone cheek.

"Hello, brother," she tells him, "I miss you."

I hope you don't mind me peeking in here, but... I like the idea of this thread, and what people have written here... and, well, I don't often indulge in much creative writing anymore.

So... well, I guess if I were to try and put words to how I feel, it would be something like this:

...

From the shadows, green eyes sparkled. A smile danced across a mouth unused to speech. A soft sigh drifted on the cool twilight breeze as a forlorn figure made tiny ripples in a still pond with a stick. She watched. Curiosity borne of ages. Borne of sorrow. Borne of the dreams of a thousand souls.

She watched.

The figure paused, as though aware of her presence. Arm dangling loosely over the inky water. He did not move, yet she sensed the tension creeping into his muscles. Sensed a building reaction she was all too familiar with. She felt his pain and uncertainty and the dancing smile missed a step.

"Awaken."

A single word, whispered gently as falling snow. He glanced around furtively. Eyes darting, legs tensing. The stick fell from his grasp and disappeared beneath a midnight surface as he prepared to bolt.

"I... can't." Tears formed. His eyes shone with glistening sadness. "I don't know how."

"Yes, you do."

She emerged. Form shifting, blurring, innumerable beads of light cascading down her shoulders. Eyes of purest jade locking on to his as he stared, open-mouthed.

"What are you?" He breathed.

She said nothing. Walking slowly, deliberately.

He was mesmerised. Caught in her gaze. He was barely even aware that she had appeared beside him. Smiling once again.

"What... are you?"

She squeezed his hand gently, opened her heart, and whispered in his ear...

"Whatever you need me to be."

The fairy of total love felt a familiar feeling of yet another that was now released from her solitary prison and walks freely now. The magic of the forest increased yet again as the new resident smiles now and forever.  ^-^

Quote from: Sephirah on September 09, 2014, 12:33:37 PM"I... can't." Tears formed. His eyes shone with glistening sadness. "I don't know how."

"Yes, you do."

Laura and her friends were relaxing beneath a tree. Kathy looked around at the forest. "This place is trippy. I've seen all kinds of people around here. I had to keep dodging this pixie that kept throwing dust around." Erica giggled and nodded. "Yeah. It was funny. But I thought that the pixie was pretty cool." Kathy stood up and stretched. "Hey, let's go on a mushroom hunt." Kathy said with a wink.

The green eyed dragon snoozed in the dappled noonday sun, she'd only just arrived in the unicorn forest and was feeling worn out from the journey.

The fairy circles overhead, watching, strengthened, feeling all is well.

There seems to be a deer in the forest but she has not yet figured it out.  The dear hides in the thickets, skitterish, not knowing if it is safe to come out.  The creatures of the forest know the deer is there, they patiently wait, waiting for its fear of the light to dim enough for it to come out, and to be embraced.  Not to be ashamed of the form it needs to take, not to fear living true.

Do you know if you are the deer, my dear?

The fairy circles overhead, watching, loving, reaching out.

The poofy snow fox slithered sneakily through the brush, creeping ever closer, little specks of fur becoming visible here and there as he traversed the magical landscape.  And the he found the dragon!  Or rather his wet nose came in contact with the dragon's scales...

"Oh, pardon me!" He said as he eased back into the bushes he had popped out of.  The fox's glistening green eyes peeked out.

I'm the lowly forest snail..

I can disappear instantly into the safety and security of the comfy home on my back, safe from storms and the other dangers in the forest..
I can make a tasty meal out of almost anything, and the rest of the forest creatures rarely know where I might be hiding when I want to be alone... I keep the forest floor clean for all the other creatures, and my shell is covered by a rainbow of colored gems and bits and pieces like a scrapbook from all of my favorite places I visit in the forest..

The girls walked through the forest. Their mushroom hunt had been a successful one. Laura and Portia giggled incessantly. While Erica looked at the leaves on the trees with a silly grin on her face. "Hey! Erica! Watch out!", Kathy exclaimed. "You almost stepped on that snail!" Erica stopped in her tracks and backed away. She sat down and stared at the snail. "Wooow! It's so cool! So colorful! WOW! WOW! woooooow...." Kathy laughed and shook her head. "Well, I guess we can hang out over by this tree to keep an eye on you." Erica nodded silently as she continued to watch the snail. The others sat down in front of a nearby tree and relaxed.

The fairy began circling around in the forest, pleased with the new creatures that have emerged from the fountain.  Sh'e was curious though about some, a little concerned.  She watches and she waits, longing to see the transformation the forest brings to us all in the forest.  Her glittering wings are now tipped with beautiful reds and oranges and purples, while she still remains mostly a being of white and silk, still learning to accept her new image in the mirrors around her.

She sees the dread fairy resting, their head down in exhaustion, confusion rising from her like a mist.  She waits, patiently, she remembers the transformation of the succubus to the butterfly, the witches hat from black to rainbow, and she wonders if the dread fairy knows how magical a place they are in, and how much it transforms the creatures, on paths of new discoveries, new beauties, and some paths.... dangerous, perilous, with promises of simulataneous pain and joy.

She watches.  She knows the sun will rise, and looks forward to seeing another pair of wings tipped with the vibrant colors of the rainbow, colors of love and of health, streaks of light in the darkness.

Rest dread fairy, rest.  You are safe in the forest, and you are welcome.

The snail is sitting under a mushroom enjoying their lunch.  Suddenly the lunch is plucked from the ground by what to the snail is an enormous furry creature with an alluring tail.    Quickly the snail runs away....oh oh, I think they need a ride...

The squirrel, startled, chews her mushroom and is enjoying the colors of the forest, wondering if they will start to melt into wildness and dreams.  She looks down... and her heart opens wide.

The fairy, rises and looks back to the city from which she entered the world of Tranz.  She flies off to see it.  In moments, the sounds and perfumes of the place begin to reach her mind.  It is not like her accidental mushroom feast when she dined on the squirrels leftovers and broke the witch's broom.  It is a different scent, a giddy scent.  They greet her lovingly on the street, but they cannot see her wings, they do not see the whole diamond in her heart, they cannot understand h'er.  Triggering, fear of total transition enters her heart, of losing the tip of h'er diamond, of loss of the great protector who lives insider her, and he is not to be trifled with at all..... the the fear increases, panic ensues, and sh'e realizes she could once again fall into the darkness sh'e has seen before....

Like a streak of lightning she heads back to the forest, never to return to the city again without her full armor of self knowledge and strength.  The shadow who protects and helps her goes on full alert, instantly joining themselves to h'er without h'er seeing, and the green warrior knows there will be a call, and a need for their protection too as he gets the scent of FTE out of the poor fairy's brain.

And so she goes on, missing the creatures that are hidden and not present, flying through the forest, friend of eagles and squirrels and butterflies and all that is in this special place, this place so well guarded, strangely hidden in the world of Tranz, a place of light, of love, of truth, and of pain, sorrow, and great joy.

Love to all the creatures from Satinjoy the fairy.  Thank you for saving my life.

Woken by the sound of giggling Cerys (which is the name of the green eyed dragon) stretched her wings and yawned. Once she was fully awake, she looked around the forest she'd found herself in, it seemed quite a nice and she wanted to have a look around and meet some of the creatures living here. Sitting back on her hind legs she wrapped her wings around her and muffled curses to the effect of this bit always makes her dizzy could be heard. As she unfurled her wings she shape shifted into her human form, a willowy women with elfin features, green eyes and burnished copped hair. She smiled, brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and walked in the direction of the giggling.

As the other girls were sitting underneath the tree, Erica continued to watch the snail with rapt interest. Suddenly, Laura heard the sound of footsteps. "Hey, who's that?" Portia inquired as she pointed in the direction of the approaching individual.

Back near the fountain, where the shade is thick from the tallest oaks, and the air is cooler and morning dew and magic mist from the fairies fountain cover everything with a sweet fragrance and warm glow, the snail named Wishton (named for being able to grant wishes) slowly comes out of his shell to greet all of the other forest creatures.. "Good morning" Wishton shouts with his tiny voice to all the much larger, and powerful creatures, how is everyone today, may I grant any of you beautiful friends a wish.......? :)

Erica stood up and looked down at the snail. "I wish I could be like them." Erica said as she gestured towards her friends. "I hate being in this stupid mismatched body."

Cerys smiled and waved at the group sat under the trees.

"hi everyone"

Wishton waves at Cerys, and goes and sits under the trees too, and says, What a nice spot you chose to sit..

Then he throws a handful of magic "wish-dust" on Erica.. He explains that sometimes the wishes don't happen instantly, some take time, but they ALWAYS come true..!
During the rest of the day, all of the forest's creatures stop by, and sit together under the tall shady trees that Cerys chose, and we all talked about how grateful and glad we are that we're together in the safety of the forest, and not over the hills down in the cities, where the sun was so hot and dry, and the other creatures seemed so careless and uninterested in each other or us, and making us feel so uncomfortable and different, when we knew we were just like them inside.. They never see us like that though, all they see is that some of us are blue, some green, some can fly, some have 4 feet, and some no feet at all, and they laugh at us thinking they are better, when we are the special ones that fly, soar in the clouds, and blend into the earth in all of our different colors and shapes...

Wishton wonders if things will ever be different down in the cities, where some of his family still live, but don't want to see him anymore, because his shell is more colorful and a different color than theres is.....? 

Erica sat down next to Kathy. She sighed and smiled. "Okay, I guess I am on my way now." Kathy hugged Erica. "Indeed you are, kiddo."

The transformed fairy, already having traveled the path of her own transformation through the nectar of the tree of hormones, looked upon the beautiful snail, in astonishment.  What a spirit of kindness and brilliance, she said to her self.

She began to carefully consider her wishes, the wish for the unity within the trans communities of the city and the forest, the wish for acceptance in the wilderness of the Cis, the elimination of pain for the creatures she loves so much, the freedom to feel, the way of understanding that all of the creatures here shine in their beauty, the healing of  all relationships.

Carefully she considered all of these things she lives her life to try to acheive.  She ponders... and then, looking into the beautiful eyes of the dazzling snail she says:

Can you make my boobs bigger?

Cerys smiles to herself, the inhabitants of the forest seem so much more accepting than those of the city, who only welcomed one aspect of her, and then blamed her for all the fires after she told them of the other.

She put a hand over her mouth to hide her nervous cough, "hey guys, I'd like to share something with you... I don't always look like this."

Listening to the already transformed fairy speak of all her wishes for herself and all of the forest and city creatures, a magical glitter fanned by her wings like waves of earthy mist create an atmosphere that all the creatures feel, and makes all feel accepted, understood and loved, but with sadness for those down in the city who don't understand us, or want to know us, that they will never feel the magic and love that we all do...
Concentrating again with his gift of wishes to give, Wishton shakes his shell, bringing bits of magic collected from all over the forest flying off and covering the fairy like rain.. The fairy shakes off her covering of forest magical mist, and notices her reflection in the nearby pool, and gasps in joy and delight as she admires her now perfect breasts..

Now Wishton and all of the other creatures look to Cerys, wondering what this secret is..? They all move closer together and become quiet, listening with anticipation to know more of what's in they're friends heart..? Please share Cerys, they all say, with open arms and wings ready to understand and share forest hugs.............

Cerys smiles, "you guys might want to stand back a bit."

She hugs her arms to her body and then spreads her wings wide, where there had been a willowy woman with elfin features now stands a great dragon, with piercing green eyes and glittering purple and copper scales.

She stretches sinuously, like some great cat, before furling her wings and curling up so she's not towering over everyone.

"This is the other part of me"

The forest creatures all let out a gasp and step back, and the little snail who can't move quickly disappears into its shell...

Then when the great dragon sits back down, all of the creatures come closer in amazement, and nudge each other to try and get a seat next to the shiny scaled dragon.. Each forest creature takes turns coming before the dragon to touch its beautiful scales, colorfuly adorned nails and claws, and to gaze into the dragons big beautiful green eyes.. They all tell Cerys what a wonderful surprise it is..!

Then they all move off into the darkest, thickest part of the forest, curious what the strange loud noise they all heard was off in the distance..............??

All of the forest creatures make they're way from near and far, to greet the new member of the forest family they had heard about from the winged fairy who announced his arrival into the forest from high on the clouds...

Greetings of love and peace to you Merman, the other creatures also repeat, your battle scars must have amazing stories to go with them, the dragon asks..? As Merman begins telling them of his bravery and fierce loyal soul, magic in the fire they all were sitting around makes the flames grow, with crackling rainbow colored sparks fluttering overhead towards the clouds.. Now that everyone is warm again, even on that cold night, they sit for hours, long into the night, telling stories, laughing, arm in arm or holding hands, sharing that special night with they're forest family...

At dawn, everyone is awakened by the fairy who flies around all the creatures, telling them of magic Keys that she found beside a forest pool, and all the creatures get up and follow the fairy there, where sure enough, several sets of keys were waiting... By the keys is a message written into a stone, and it explains how all of the forest creatures get 2 keys, one key to represent maleness, and the other for femaleness.. The stone explains how the creator of the forest eons ago, made all of the creatures there with a most special gift, the best qualities and tributes of both male and female, and with secret abilities given only to them, to be able to have insight and wisdom of both binaries in one creature.. We, all of the creatures inhabiting the forest today, are they're ancestors, possessing all of those same gifts.. The keys were given to each generation of forest creature, to open both kingdoms of the males and females anywhere in the world...

The creatures then all go to they're favorite place in the forest, by the magic pool, to admire the special keys, and dream about the insight and wisdom they now know they possess as non binary creatures of the unicorn forest.....

Cerys looks at the keys and sighs, " there's more to the worlds than just this, why does it always get reduced to two choices?"

With utmost care she scrapes some of her shining scales off one of her forelegs and then delicately hands one to each of the forest creatures.

"Have some of my dragon magic, in recognition of the magic in your souls that transcends the notions of binary."

She smiles, "now, who wants to go dive bomb some cloud tops?"

Timidly the dormouse enters the Unicorn Forest, having travelled far from the dark forest in which she lived. Even in the dark forest, she had heard of this mystical place where she wouldn't have to hide part of herself away. She scampers around, delivering paw-painted acorns to all the residents of the forest, feeling the energy of the forest imbue her with new strength..

The Fairy quietly moved to the pool, the water rippelling in the gentle breeze, and gasped at her reflection.  She saw what Wishton had given to her, she had wished for bigger boobs, and Wishton had said that they gave her perfect ones.... but she couldn't really see, not here, not with her clothing still concealing her body in its modesty.  So, she decided to walk back to her treehouse.

It was getting late anyway, the sun was starting to set, the fireflies to come out, the stars would be seen soon, the silent watchers of the forest, sometimes ready to fly into the fountain and be born as creatures of the forest, sometimes staying distant and silent, either afraid to enter, or just listening, learning, drawing on the wisdom of the forest meant for all who can listen, to hear.

As she walked up the path, she was excited about what she had done... she wondered how this was going to go.  It was late.  The ciswoman would be coming into the treehouse by way of the diamond tightrope  that connects the worlds for the fairy. 

The fairy began to get nervous.

What had she done....

She thought about it.  She had gone to Wishton with high and lofty desires, wanting to better the world, and then, in a moment of dysphoric pain, she had asked them for the first thing that popped into her mind.  Bigger boobs.  How foolish of her, she thought, yet, her desire for that perfect female body was so strong, so blinding, that she would do anything to get it, even to kill the other component within her, the almost-he that watches out for her and takes control when she feels threatened or hurt.

She continued to walk  and her walk started to stumble.  Nervousness became anxiety, anxiety grew to fear, paralyzing fear all too familiar to the fairy, fear of what the cis-wife would do when she saw the sudden  transformation, fear that the promise to remain only on the hormone nectars was broken, fear that she was going to lose it all in a moment of dysphoric impulsivity, not well thought out, something done out of deep need, something that came flying out of her mouth in a moment of time, her guard having been let down.

She thought of the path she had walked now for 20 months up the path of transition on the mountain, accompanied by her guide and her doc, one a doctor of the mind, the other a doctor of the body.  She thought of the 4 month wait for her letter proving she was a transsexual, the surprise when it said she was not, but that she was not otherwise either, she fit no definitions, there was no box, there was only a letter validating her nonbinary diagnosis, and then in the end, saying that she needed hormones to remain sane and alive.  To end her chronic and awful pain.  She though of the investment, of the money, and the agonizingly slow changes in her body, creating the female, yet leaving many hints of the almost-male that was.

Now more than fear she began to feel sick.  She had jumped the wisdom of her guides, she had skipped on the course of the paths, with its needed milestones.... she had not prepared the cis wife.  She was terrified.

She reached her tree, and did not want to fly, she could not do it.  Her wings are powered by hope and passion and love, she felt only remorse.  She found the golden rope that led to the treehouse, one that only the elf and the shadow knew how to climb.  She heard a rustle in the leaves, she knew they were close, they always are, as is the green warrior woman that protects her, and who keeps a place in the city should she fall.

So up the rope she went, holding her breath as she entered the beautiful treehouse, the night beginning to fall.  The sun still bright high in the air, she walked to the mirror on the wall, the mirror of truth, how could she hide from it.  Her wings were spread wide, facinating things these, not visible to the cis, only to the forest, and later in the world to come, visible forever, out and andro, a promise of joy.

Slowly she began to disrope, on layer after another.  She closed her eyes, fearful of the next step, fearful of seeing Wishton's granted wish, her wish for bigger boobs.

She let herself be bare, she does not like this, it tells too much, to much is revealed.

Her eyes filled with tears.  She must open them.  She must face the truth of what she had done.

As the hot tears fell, she forced herself to face it, excited but terrified to see the big changes she had asked for, a mess of conflicting emotion. 

Her mouth fell wide open, her eyes opened even wider, as she saw what Wishton had done.

There in the mirror she was, her unaltered breasts as they still were, her transitioned body the same, she had not changed.

She began to laugh.  What had Wishton said?  "Perfect breasts."  Her own, natural breasts... Those the hormones she should have had at birth had finally brought to reality....The wisdom of the snail.  Incredible.

Night fell, and she wanted a special one after this, after the emotions of the day.  She turned to her clothes, no longer hidden from the cis-wife, and decided on her choices, nylon and lace, garters and stockings, and over it, only the thinnest of androgyne nightshirts, not fully hiding the truth of who she is.  She gently removed her outer hair, revealing the androgyn cut beneath it, and placed it upon the throne of its pedestal, a monument to who she is when she is she.

Taking a last look at her authenticity, she breathed and relaxed, feeling the release of the fear.  Instead of big breasts, Wishton gave her perfect ones.  Authentic to the core, she could hold her head high, and be free.

She quietly walked in her special presentation, one that is reserved for only one person in the universe, a presentation of truth, all of the components there, unvieled, as real as the day is long.  She moved slowly from candle to candle, incense to incense, the scent permeating the forest.... Her guardians noted it, and were pleased, happy that at least one creature had been freed.

As she lit the last candle, a warmth upon the back of her neck, a breath, then long and beutiful hair brushed her back, a head dropping upon her shoulder, arms embracing her, though never touching her breasts.  A moment of fear, a moment of decision, and the fairly let go, she released the she within her, she unleashed  the passion that had been withheld and chained for 55 long, long years.  Turning into the ciswife's embrace, she folded herself in, pulling her to the bed, thowing her on top of her, wrapping herself into a knot of body and mind never to be broken apart.  Leg upon leg, nylon on nylon, and breast to breast, they locked in loves embrace, and held each other, the ciswife holding the old that she knew and more, and  the fairy holding on for dear life, letting her female self flow through her in wave after wave of passion and joy and raw sensual pleasure.  And so they sleep, for what else can they do, sleep entwined, two bodies as one, two hearts joined, souls united forever and ever.

Later in the night, she wakes and gently untangles herself and slides over to the window.  She looks out over the forest, her sharp eyes see the elf and the shadow with them, the powerful story of the elf having helped so many, the mysterious shadow constantly looking for those they can free.  In the wind she hears the joyous laughter of the kittychild, brining a smile to her face, and the eagle flies above, seeking those needing their help.  Far off there is a pile of fur and scales and all kinds of flesh, heaped in a huge pile of warmth and cuddling, cuddling of the unicorns, rare.... the unconditional love of the forest, never to be taken lightly, always protected, and not trivial at all.

So this is the true story of Satinjoy the fairy.  This is the story of a miraculous life, in what was thought to be a fairy tale forest, but it is a place of so much more than that.  This is a place where dreams sometimes really do come true, where the chained are set free, where authenticity reigns supreme.  Far from being a game, it is the place where we reveal our deepest selves, where we can tell our stories, in ways that could never be expressed anywhere else.

That is the dream of Satinjoy, the truth revelaed of who we are, the life we live here, a forest of visions and dreams, of pain and anger, of joy and gladness, lonliness and fear, love and passion.  A place of the truth.

Love to all here--  Satinjoy.

Traveling ever farther into the deepest and darkest places that the forest has.
To other places where light can also shine through the thickness above,
The Shadow has been traveling the paths forgotten.
The ones from times long past, yet they are still open to wander on...
A sojourn of a sort, not an exile, maybe self imposed.
A journey to find those paths that need to be walked again, by others.
The Shadow walks to the ends of these paths and finds them entering into the realms of the cities.
Where different kinds of creatures live, disguised.
The maps that are used by the creatures of the forest don't show these paths any longer.
They were lost by those who used to use them.
The Shadow see's the many creatures who hide as they too are walking these paths in secret.
Without disguise, to fool the ones who deny them these paths.

But the Shadow is hidden as well, moving from hide to hide, armed with words that fly off of a pointing finger.
The Shadow see's those who dare to walk the ancient paths that were once used before the darkness fell on them.
There is thickness of growth that hides them that has grown even more as time had passed.
These creatures without the other realms disguise, hidden on those paths, they dare not reveal themselves to the other realms.
Nor to the others who freely walk the paths well lit in the inner places of the forest.
The fear of being found out, a fear of an unknown, they walk these distant paths in loneliness.
Afraid of what any and all other creatures would think of them.
They are afraid that the creatures in the inner twining of paths will think of them as their own.
Afraid of what the creatures from the other realms will do and say to them for venturing into the forest at all...
A forest that seems to be only for the creatures of it's inner paths, where they are free to be as they choose to be.
They are afraid that they will be seen as trespassing in a place that is not theirs.
A forest that belongs to the creatures of the inner paths that intertwine and lead to places that only they know of.
They have the maps they need to find their ways through them.

It has been long forgotten that the forest is never owned, it exists as it is, a place to heal.
Long have the creatures of the other realm looked at the darkness they see when they look into the outer edges of this place.
They too, have forgotten that the creatures from the inner circles, who have grown in numbers, who now have names for some of their paths...
All have forgotten that the inner paths they walk are their's to walk...
That they are also the caretakers of the forest as it is, as it has grown closer to the other realms.

The Shadow wanders back towards the inner sanctum of the forest and points a finger, and the words are there to those who can hear them.
"It is also the way of the forest to keep the outer paths open.
To let those who wander them, to let them walk the inner twining of paths as well.
To let them discard their disguises they have, to let them be the creatures they are as well, as different as they may be.
To welcome them from the outer paths that used to be more worn, that were once used at will.
To never let them disguise the creatures who are the caretakers of this forest.
To make them appear as they have had to be, to live in the other realms.
Those days of when they brought their stories of how the creatures must be disguised as well.
To keep them hidden by their disguises from the watchers from the other realms."
They are gone, only a handful of watchers still look, still trying to find those who have wandered into the inner circles of the forest.

Their powers are diminished, they hold no sway over those who dare to wander the inner paths as they are.
They hold no sway over those who have left their disguises behind as they walk the inner paths as well.
The creatures from the paths that have grown outwards towards the other realms,the caretakers of the forests...
They welcome those who leave their disguises behind and simply live as they are, not unlike the caretakers, not unlike at all.

The Shadow throws out the words for those who can hear...
"The forest belongs to all who understand that there is no disguise that is needed.
That all who enter into the forest are welcome, welcome to be who they truly are, without disguise.
Without the commands from the other realms, that here they can be free as long as they wish to stay.
To visit, to wander paths that are theirs to wander, to try the other paths as well."

To be who they truly are, to discover what it means to be free from the watchers steady gaze.
The ones that holds no sway, not any longer.
The Shadow still walks those outer paths as well, moving from hide to hide.
Ready to use the words from a pointed finger, the ones the watchers fail to hear.
But the Shadow knows that these words sometimes are heard at another time.
When the watchers have looked away and wonder...
What was it that they caught a glimpse of out of the corner of their eye?
The one that can't be seen by looking at them?
The Shadow has moved on to a other paths to watch over and to continue their journey, as well.
Ativan

 ;D The snail wants so badly to come be with all of his friends in the forest, but his eyes are sore from playing in the sun all afternoon, and mama snail wants to go out to dinner with him soon...

Wishton looks out his window longingly, and looks forward to coming out to play later...  ;)

The merman smiles at the dormouse, thanking her quietly and carefully examining the little acorn. Delicate strokes and colors danced around its smooth shell and he breifly wished that he had that kind of finesse ouside of the water. 

He'd never felt so at home, already there was a comfort that he'd never known before. The guardians, the many creatures who worked tirelessly to make this place a home for the homeless were surely thinking of everyone here, as they always seemed to be.

Gratefulness overflowed the merman as he rested on a small bit of land that jutter out into the water. His tail swayed idly in the pond behind him as he drifted off to rest as well.

I am a beautiful golden shapeshifting dragon who has huge magical golden feathered wings that glimmer in the sun when I spread them. I'm a good dragon, a friend to the forest and all creatures living there, and will defend it and them with a vengence if threatened by outside evil forces. I sometimes take people and creatures for rides letting them enjoy my happiness and the miracle of flight.

Ally :icon_flower:

P.S: Sorry I'm late to the story.

Quote from: Allyda on September 15, 2014, 06:08:59 PM
Sorry I'm late to the story.

It's a never ending story, you're never too late, never too early.
Ativan

The green eyed dragon bugles a welcome and dives from the cloud tops, she lands gracefully and as she does she transforms into her human form. Walking forward she wraps her arms around the golden dragons neck.

"welcome to the forest"

Quote from: Dread_Faery on September 12, 2014, 03:53:44 PM
Cerys smiles, "you guys might want to stand back a bit."

She hugs her arms to her body and then spreads her wings wide, where there had been a willowy woman with elfin features now stands a great dragon, with piercing green eyes and glittering purple and copper scales.

She stretches sinuously, like some great cat, before furling her wings and curling up so she's not towering over everyone.

"This is the other part of me"

The fairy flies by overhead, h'er flight restored by joy and laughter, and sees the transformation.   Sh'e is confused, which is the more beautiful?  Both are authentic, both are valued, both are special.

Sh'e gives up trying to figure it out, thinking of the fun they will have playing with clouds, while kittychild flirts with the moon, thinking of the gentle dragon, raw power for the good of the forest, and of the elfin woman, with her own enchanting power.

Sh'e smiles, and lets the wonderful scented wind of the forest blow through her hair, taking in all that it has to prepare h'er from the days to come.  She is wondering where that squirrel with the fluffy tail went, the one with a gift to make us laugh out loud in joy, capturing the spirit of the forest.  Maybe sh'e will chase her again,,,, sh'e chased tail once before, but now, h'er own gets chased.... oh my sh'e did it again, naughty little fairy....

Quote from: Mark3 on September 15, 2014, 12:07:30 AM
All of the forest creatures make they're way from near and far, to greet the new member of the forest family they had heard about from the winged fairy who announced his arrival into the forest from high on the clouds...

Greetings of love and peace to you Merman, the other creatures also repeat, your battle scars must have amazing stories to go with them, the dragon asks..? As Merman begins telling them of his bravery and fierce loyal soul, magic in the fire they all were sitting around makes the flames grow, with crackling rainbow colored sparks fluttering overhead towards the clouds.. Now that everyone is warm again, even on that cold night, they sit for hours, long into the night, telling stories, laughing, arm in arm or holding hands, sharing that special night with they're forest family...

At dawn, everyone is awakened by the fairy who flies around all the creatures, telling them of magic Keys that she found beside a forest pool, and all the creatures get up and follow the fairy there, where sure enough, several sets of keys were waiting... By the keys is a message written into a stone, and it explains how all of the forest creatures get 2 keys, one key to represent maleness, and the other for femaleness.. The stone explains how the creator of the forest eons ago, made all of the creatures there with a most special gift, the best qualities and tributes of both male and female, and with secret abilities given only to them, to be able to have insight and wisdom of both binaries in one creature.. We, all of the creatures inhabiting the forest today, are they're ancestors, possessing all of those same gifts.. The keys were given to each generation of forest creature, to open both kingdoms of the males and females anywhere in the world...

The creatures then all go to they're favorite place in the forest, by the magic pool, to admire the special keys, and dream about the insight and wisdom they now know they possess as non binary creatures of the unicorn forest.....

Ahh says the fairy, but  there is yet another key, there is a third choice,  Look behind the stone, see the whole of it, not its face, and there is another keyhole, it is  the door to freedom of, and freedom from, the constrictions of gender, where male and female limits melt, where illusions are rejected, and our truths can be found.  Choose your keys wisely, the fairy, sh'e chooses to be free.

--Love to all here.

The wood elf slowed their breathing.  The scented smoke from the prescribed herbs moved across and through the elf's unconscious.  In spirit form it stood up and, selecting a random thought, rose through the starry sky to observe the denizens of the forest.   Most were sleeping.  Looking beyond their chosen guise or familiar, the elf saw their glittering souls, crystal like, multi coloured and transparent, capturing, bending and splitting light and energy as their corporeal form slept.   Looking farther the elf saw the coruscating colour of the fairy, so similar to its diamond wings and under her tree a blaze of light coming from the shadow themself.  Sometimes the wisest, occupy the background, avoiding distraction, remaining intent on protecting those in need.

Looking back to its sleeping form the elf flew back to its body, entered into its dream state and allowed their soul to sing in celebration of the myriad souls so recently come to the forest.

The genderless kitty child sits near the forest pool, furry ears turned back, staring at the keys before glancing down at their wrists where scars of the invisible binary chains once held them down settled.

I thought I was free, the child thought, shaking their head, No, I was fooling myself and I hurt my dear friends here.

Their blonde hair layered with pink streaks covered their face, their knees drawing to their chest, draping their arms lazily around their legs. Their tail curled around their body instinctively.

I thought I had understood what it means to be non-binary... but sticking to terms such as two binaries and androgynous for simplicity's sake only begins to unravel my ignorance..

The kitty child gave a sigh, staring at the two binary keys in front of them, shutting their eyes gently. The third key was possible to obtain, they just had to open their mind, their soul...

And their eyes...

Deep within the kitty child, a mysterious yet familiar purple energy stirred, opening its eyes for the first time.

The kitty child opened their eyes and the scenery had transformed around them. Am I still in the forest? The child thought before correcting themself, No, I'm within my mind...! The kitty child recognized the inner world of their consciousness, a galaxy of many twinkling stars, numerous planets and moons that stretched for what appeared to be infinity. Endless beautiful shades of color illuminated through the galaxy like ripples on water as the child floated, giggling as they glided through the stars effortlessly.

The comfort within their own mind, they felt free. The darkness was lingering behind the stars, silent yet neutral towards the child who reminisced of their past, present and future. How far they had come, how many ordeals they tirelessly pushed through, gaining a higher level of self-awareness each time. However, the child noticed a disturbing pattern...

A shining white light appeared from within the child's chest and they gasped, watching the white light move outside their small frame, settling within their tiny hands, glowing brightly before fading. A key? Is it... my key? To my truth? The child reacted, blinking as they held the key firmly in their hands, tears brimming their teal eyes.

Refusing to let the two binaries restrain them down was easy enough but the disturbing pattern was that they hadn't let go of the binary ideals. They only saw pink, blue and purple - nothing else. A glowing white keyhole appeared on the middle of the child's chest, slightly to the left. The child looked over the key closely and slowly inserted it into the keyhole on their chest, it didn't hurt - it tickled. They knew what they were going to do, it would be inevitable... unlocking their true self had to happen if they wanted to embrace their body, every little bit of happiness and all the colors that existed and beyond.

The key turned and something clicked inside the child's body, transforming as bright as the brightest star in the galaxy. The child's body sitting in the forest in front of the keys took on the same shape as well. From the feet upwards, the white light unraveled off the child like petals being carried away by a gust of wind, revealing their true self for all to see.

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"A-ah...!" The child centaur was startled by their new appearance that was reflected in the forest pool beside them. They took a moment to admire their new appearance, touching their long brown locks of hair, that they had desired for quite some time. Their body was still androgynous and petite, thank goodness... They smiled enthusiastically until their hands reached their lower body, realizing it was that of a small horse. "Wahh!!" They jolted, moving into an excited canter, circling back to the pool, their braided tail swishing back and forth. The child centaur slowly adjusted to their new body, in awe and feeling more comfortable than ever before.

The child centaur is kind, loving and willing to give fellow creatures of the forest a ride on their back, a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, an ear for listening and a place to curl up with at night under the starry sky while the creatures of the forest drift off to slumberland.

Thank you... The child whispers, forever grateful to the non-binary community for opening their eyes to the truth and their truth within them.

Peace and happiness... Their heart feels so full it could burst with love and tears of joy!

~Jacey

P.S. Please forgive my horrendous horse anatomy, it's been years since I've drawn horses! I think I drew them when I was a child~ so it was wonderful to revisit that feeling again! :)

The little snail finally makes his way through the inner circle, through the protective shadow covered paths on his one foot, and meets some of the other creatures, to share his small bits of food under a big orange and blue mushroom with them.. He is refreshed and strengthened by the smiles of his friends, feeling so peaceful and safe, in knowing this is where he belongs, even though he must visit the outside world often, and has a mate in the outside as well, he always finds a way to return, and rest where dangers are no more, and the dark paths twisting through the protective forest, keeps harm and worry far from they're minds and hearts..

Wishton makes a special effort to welcome and make comfortable the new creatures that have braved the forest paths, overcome many obsticles in they're lives, and join us.. He explains how this special place and family of diverse yet similar creatures have in them powers, strengths and beauty that many outside the forest choose not to see, but surely would be amazed and in awe if only they could open they're hearts and see with love and acceptance the magical, wonderful world and creatures who flourish here.. 

Wishton is happy the wish he granted the winged fairy ended in a night of love and happiness, he knows only how to grant a wish, but not how the wish will affect the future of the one wishing..
He is happy to see the magic shape shifter has made the journey through the pathways to the inner circle of the forest.. Someday Wishton wishes she will teach him to catch a fish from the emerald pool..

Not wanting to leave, remembering the tasty acorns that the door mouse shared, Winston wants to stay all day.. But he knows he must be strong, and go to the city to buy ingredients for his magic herbal tea's..  So bracing himself and taking a deep breath, knowing many in the city where he must walk won't understand him, or will say mean hurtful things because of they're ignorance, Winston reluctantly walks away, down the maze of shadowed paths only he and the other creatures know, until he disappears from sight...

That evening, after a long day of traveling to and from the city, the tired thirsty snail makes his way back through the maze of shadowed paths to the inner circle, and rests by his favorite shady toadstool, wondering what all of the other creatures did today while Wishton was away..??  :D

The day is rather unexciting when you can't leave the water. He'd swim around a bit, watching the other creatures andoccasionally peering out of the forest from a pool by its edge. Keeping watch over the forest as best as he could. Then when there was a lull In activity he'd swim back to the pool and gaze at the sky, it was his namesake. Aether, the clear upper air. What a silly name for a merman.

He was never sure what to say, even though there were many things that he wished to contribute he could never find the words. He had wanted to congratulate the child centaur for finding their true form, to welcome the wood elf whom he had noticed earlier, but he could never find the right way to do so.

Aether watched Wishton return, he hadn't known where the little snail had went, but it was obvious that he was tired.

The merman plucked a leaf from a nearby plant and dipped it in the pool. It glowed softly for a moment as he purified it, and gradually returned to its natural clear. He carefully placed it on the bank and pushed it towards the snail, hoping that he would understand.

Kel the dormouse watches the snail return and sees that the snail is tired and takes him an acorn..

The dormouse has spent her day exploring the Unicorn Forest and seeing what other creatures she could find..

Apparently oblivious to all that has happened, a rather haggard looking woman comes running into the group, flapping her arms hysterically.

"Someone has stolen my mushrooms!" she cries. "You've got to be careful with those."

She runs off just as abruptly, as a large albino tiger pads into the clearing, where he sits to rest. It almost seems as though the tiger is grinning.

Cerys walks softly through the twilight, lost in her own thoughts and with no destination in mind. Eventually her feet carry her to the forest pool, where she sees the dormouse bringing the tired snail and acorn. Slipping through the shadows with a quiet grace, she seats herself at the edge of the pool where the merman keeps his lonely vigil. She raises her voice in wordless song, a fierce lament of the dragon kin about a world that can feel so alien and unwelcoming for her kind. At some point during her song she shifts back into her dragon form, her scales and barbs physical protection against the world. As the last, defiant note soars into the darkening sky she lays her head at the waters edge not saying anything but letting the merman know her was not forgotten

Aether floated quietly until Cerys finished her song, watching as the magnificent dragon rested her head near the pools edge. The merman was suddenly aware of how small he was in comparison. Hesitantly he lifted a hand and gently rested it on her snout, reciting an old incantation  that was said to protect one's health before retracting his hand again.

"... Thank you", he says with an unsure but kind smile.

The tired snail moves over to accept Mermans cool wet leaf, and Kel the doormouse's acorn, and lays down with a relaxing Sigh... The moist cool leaf refreshes Wistion, and gives the snail the water that the hot sun traveling had taken from his body.. The acorn was the first food he had eaten all day, as the food in the city was much too expensive, and he needed his magic ingrediants for tea's for his family in the forest, which was much more important to Wishton.. Thank you he says, you have a way of knowing just what others need, and are such a special part of the inner forest family..

What beautiful music he hears Cerys the dragon singing by the pool with Aether floating near by listening with quiet peaceful undulations under the water by her tail, like a the most precious of musical instruments...
The other creatures tell the amazing story about the beautiful grinning tiger that chased a hysterical woman looking for her stolen mushrooms running out of the forest today.. Wishton is mesmerized by the story, and keeps asking where they went, hoping to see them himself, and maybe buy a mushroom for his magical potions from her..?

The tired little snail falls asleep on the soft leaf, and dreams of all he had seen today, a peaceful dream feeling the presence of the other creatures close by, even as he slept.......

The fairly flies above the forest.

Sh'e hunts for the ones that are gone.

Sh'e sees the changes in the outer edges, sh'e lets it be as it is.  Sh'e sees the creatures in their self discover, sh'e wonders if it reflective of their true selves.  Authenticity.  Only they know.

She glides down to the path, and starts looking for the old forest.  The old forest is the unicorn forest, where non binaries are as rare as unicorns, a place birthed from pain, and need.  A holy place.  A deep place, of serious questions and answers, of untamed paths, some leading deep into the mind, the heart, the soul, some to other places.  The deep things of non binary trans.

Sh'e looks for the keepers of this place, the wise ones that know of it, the answers to our questions, the preservers of what is good in the forest.

She knows they are there.  She thinks she may know who they are.  Or not.

The fairy walks the forest.  Searching.  Watching.  Learning, more and more, that sh'e knows so little, and there is so much in the deep places.

A serious place is this forest.  This thread. 

The fairy walks and searches.  Looking for unicorns.  Rare gifts in this world.

The fairy, sh'e is here

Sensing Aether's nervousness at her great size, Cerys smiles and shifts forms once more, though she keeps her wings, wrapping them around her body like a blanket.

The fairy glimpses something in the deep forest.  Sh'e quietly sneaks up on it, is it a unicorn?  Sh'e holds h'er breath, sh'e parts the thicket.

And there is the unicorn staring h'er straight in the eye with a level gaze.  Sh'e says "who are you".

In h'er mind the answer.

I am you, I am your gender.

And they spread their wings, facing each other, scared to the core.

Awakened from a dream, the snail wipes his sleepy eyes, and from his hidden place under the great stone deep in the center of the forest, he glimpses the fairy and unicorn... Quietly, he opens his pouch of magic and wishes, and using almost all of the most precious ingredients he has collected in the forest, he mixes a special magic powder, and gently and invisibly blows a twinkling magic cloud over the fairy and unicorn..

The magic powder is meant to bring healing, peace and wellbeing to the fairy, and turn the fear both the fairy and unicorn had upon seeing each other, into love and togetherness, so the fairy and unicorn would never wander from each other again, and be a source of healing, peace, and a strength for the fairy to share her heart here, in the safest of places, and allow all of the creatures, and even the life force of the forest itself, to send out waves of healing energy to cover them both...

I'm a sloth.  I spend a lot of time sleeping and moths and flies have an affinity for me.  They also taste nice.

I'm a fairly simple creature with simple needs and nice hair.

(I'm not very good at this.)

The unicorn forest sends a warm welcoming breeze through the trees to greet the Sloth..  ;) The snail reaches out, wanting to touch the Sloths beautiful hair and long curved fingernails..
The snail wishes he could climb up high in the trees and live too..
The sloth and snail sit by the pond, eating tasty wild mushrooms, waiting for other forest creatures to arrive and join them.....

Kel the dormouse scampers on to the top of a rock near the pond, next to the sloth and the snail.

the eagle circles lazily over the forest, searching for something, but not falling down to pick anything up. after a while, it finally decided on a good spot, and drops a little black ball which it was carrying in its talons. the eagle leaves without paying heed to the squeals of the odd little ball as it falls towards the ground. surely, they were curses meant to make feathers fall off.

"wheeeyeeaaaa... noooo! no no no, not there, you stupid eagle, that's not a good place. water.. water... it's bad for myaouch..!"
with a poofy ploff, the ball hit the ground right beside a pond where a lot of big and scary animals were gathered. except for the snail. the snail didn't look very intimidating. though sliiimyyyyy... the ball shook off some soot as it shuddered at the thought of what all these animals could do to it, and muttered a few curses in a squeaky voice too small for anyone to make out the words.

"umm... ummm..." the little thing finally started, hoping to get some positive attention. "sootball doesn't know this place, is it scary? is it fun? can sootball play here?"

     The Shadow has traveled on many paths today, from the center of the forest, near the water, to the outer paths that lead into the realm of the cis.
Their short sighted vision, as dimensionless as it is, it's an easy task to find ones way through their own mazes of ideas, the ones they themselves seem to be lost in. It is also a simple matter to leave them to their task of building the wall they insist on surrounding themselves out of the fear that one such as the shadow can simply walk among them without care, the shadow leaves them to the task of building a wall that will do nothing for them. It is made out of an illusion, out of nothing at all, it is made of the stuff of their fears.
     Back to the outer paths, the ones the Shadow has been on many times and knows many of the those who use them as well. The Shadow finds one that is well worn and easy to follow, finds the one who cares for all who live in the vast expanse of the forest, and is assured that all is well and that trespassers from the cis realm have been dispatched with a warning to leave the forest and the creatures it shelters.
The Shadow sees one who is in distress, but leaves knowing they will be well cared for in the places they gather on the outer paths of this great place.
     The Shadow is looking for the paths for all to use, to travel freely to all the paths that are still used. There is a need to find shorter routes from one place in the forest to another, it has grown over time and is growing ever faster, perhaps a path that is like a doorway, where one passes through and comes out at the place they choose, the places they have been thinking about, a magical doorway for all to use. The shadow knows this is fantastical thinking, but also knows the power of the forest to make such things possible.
     The Shadow wanders off again, lost in thought of who to seek out, to find those who's powers combined can make such a doorway. There is much to think about from the events of the last few days in the forest, there have been a lot of creatures who have stood up and have come out to make themselves known to the others.
     This is the power that this place holds for all who live here, all who know that no matter how different we may seem to be, we will always be creatures of this place, a place that is a great family, one that those who live in the realms of the cis and others like them will never know of the strange and wonderful things the creatures here know in their hearts. Even the wind is alive, capturing warmth for those in need, even the sounds of the songs can be heard if one is still and listens while quieting the noise of their thoughts...
     We are all different, and we live in different ways, but know the truth, that we are more alike as a family than we would be if left to struggle alone as the different creatures we are. This is the power that makes this vast expanse of forest, water, and grassy fields the safe place it is, the shelter that is ours, the place that is home for so many...

//Aether was slightly surprised at Cerys' shift. Her dragon form, he assumed, was her protection. He smiled warmly, taking her change of form as a sign of trust. Her wings were beautiful, powerful, yet delicate at the same time.

He mentally flailed while trying to find the right words, hoping desperately that he wouldn't mess up like usual.

"...You're very kind, Cerys. Even with all of what you've faced in life... you still have the courage... to let down your barriers for all of the creatures here. It's... really hard to get past those memories enough, I wish I had the courage."

The merman paused in thought for a moment, watching the sootball amusedly out of the corner of his eyes.

"...Your wings, are lovely." Thats all he could come up with, yet again stricken by his appaerent lack of communication skills.

The golden Dragon smiles at the warm welcome everyone has given her. especially Cerys happy to meet another creature similar to her. She thought she was the only one. Now she knows she is not alone and is happy. She spreads her golden feathered wings preparing to take flight and dance among the clouds. Many marvel at how sunlight shimmers off of her golden wings as with one swift jump she is airborne heading skyward for the clouds while watching over the forest and all it's creatures.

Ally :)

Having seen the transformation of the others, Kel the dormouse scampers to a rock near the edge of the pond, looks for the merman, shyly waves a paw at him and leaps into the water.. As she hits the water, Kel becomes a fragile, delicate, leafy sea dragon.. The sea dragon swims over to the merman, swimming around him, even doing an impossible jump right in front of him..

the sootball blinks at the merman when it notices him looking at it. suspicious, very suspicious, but... will he play?
nobody answers the sootball's question, so it bounces around like a bouncing ball that was dropped to the floor yesterday.

suddenly, the dragon creature transforms! it slides down into the pond, splashing water everywhere.
sootball jumps back, terrified at what the water could do to it, and scurries hurriedly up into a nearby tree to hide.

Realising that she hadn't yet given the sootball a welcoming paw-painted acorn, the sea dragon leaps up on to the rock she leapt in to the pond from and lands as a slightly damp dormouse. She runs off in the to forest and returns a short time later, a painted acorn held gently between her teeth. Finding a patch of sun, she sits and looks around for the sootball, wondering where it might be.

the sootball studies an interestingly active dormouse which runs around on the ground, disappears between trees, and suddenly turns up with... an acorn? don't dormouse sleep all the time? odd. very odd... sootball stares at the dormouse where it finally sits down in a sunny spot and wonders, could it go down to meet the little animal? a thing not much bigger than itself can't be very dangerous, can it?

after thinking for a while and drizzling soot onto the ground below where it sits on the branch, sootball finally decides to take the risk. it lets itself drop down from the tree, and rolls as quickly and silently as it can into the sunny spot and chitters the dormouse a greeting.

Smiling shyly, Kel holds the acorn out to the sootball, hoping it's seen as the gift it is. She also looks somewhat curiously at the sootball, never having met one before. Kel chatters back to the sootball happily.

In that other part of the forest, the fairy still remains standing in front of the unicorn.

"Ride with me," the unicorn speaks in her mind.

"I am frightened", says the fairy, "you are too large, too powerful, how can I control you?"

Says the unicorn "You can't."

"Look into my eyes, and ride the winds and the paths into your heart, join to me, be freed"

"Ride with me"

Eyes locked, they look at each other, one spirit, yet separated by walls of fear, and denial, and pain, and deceptions.

"Ride with me my dear, I am you, you are me, ride with me, it is your destiny, I will not allow you to come to harm."

"Ride with me.  Trust me, and Ride"

Bursting into tears, sh'e mounts her gender.  The unicorn and the fairy become one, h'er head spins, sh'e is pulled deep into the eyes of h'er soul, and letting go of the reins, sh'e lifts her hands to the sky.

Just as she does I enter the forest from the thicket I am a Sirin (a Greek mythological bird with a woman's head who lures men to their deaths) seeing the beautiful fairy in front of me I am stunned by her beauty and pause for a minute to make sure that she is safe.

May I join your forest of great and wonderful creatures I ask, I have been so lonely here in the thicket by myself I would love to join your extensive forest if you will let me as I pause for a reply -

Yes my dear.  The way this works is that our creatures represent who we are deep inside, our interactions reflect our experiences in trans, as well as some banter, the thread is quite serious.  I would ask at the moment that I continue to work the fairy post alone at the moment, I am in the middle of doing just that, exposing my journey into my gender.  Ativan if you wish to comment or add to this, please feel free to do so...  Yes I am safe, I am well protected in this place.  ;)  Blessings and warmest greetings- Satinjoy

Spinning freely, hands in the air, the fairy breathes.  Sh'e lets go, sh'e wants so badly to understand and to be free.  H'er mind spins, it is big, it is a big thing to be a sh'e, a body corrected, a mind trapped, a soul still learning they are free.

Pulled into those deep, stern, loving eyes of the unicorn sh'e, her mind begins to travel in.  Loud cymbals and clashings and drums and noise surrounds her, shouts of anger and fear, judgement's given, bodies cast around, victims of the alcohol they used, trying to silence their genders, never truly successful.  Resolute, she summons the courage she needs to go on, drawing from the universal strength of all the unicorns, and from another One far above..  In this dark place, with the stars of the other travelers surrounding her, near but far, she travels her own path, all do, she continues on.  Led by the relentless power of her unicorn gender, she went deeper within.  The shouting began to be muffled as she draws close to her heart, and there, around the jewel within, she finds the first of so many walls, walls deep within the soul.

She cries out, in the full power of her pain, screaming her names to the wind, "open", she cries, "open and be, feel and be, who are you?"

The first of the walls shatters, the wall of fear, revealing more to come.  Each wall falls with a cry, walls of abandonment, of pain, of bitterness, of want, of overwhelming need and desire, all fall into the dust of oblivion, as she courageously faces her truth.

Then, under the pain, under the fear, under the great and terrifying walls of overpowering emotion, she sees it.

The great diamond of h'er core.  A diamond of light, but more, not just the white light, but every light imaginable, ever facet alive with it, every part of the stone, breathing the courage to be free.  Indestructable and strong, harder than nails, sharp as knives, smooth as silk, glorious, a wedding stone of the heart and mind to the body and the soul, never to cut, but always to shine.

Into the core she flies, deep inside her diamond,  soul uniting to flesh, spirit to bone, heart to love, passion to body.  Then, a voice in the sudden stillness, thunderous, it echoes throughout time and space.

"Know thyself, and be free.  The truth, your truth, has set you free."

And h'er world explodes with light, and sh'e stands again in the forest, staring into air, the unicorn, where is it?   Sh'e is alone... 

...Or is sh'e?

Sh'e is a unicorn, a unicorn is sh'e, the unicorn fairy of the forest, light, and free.  As undefinable as mist, and as real as the day, sh'e is.

Sh'e turns on the path, startled, seeing creatures sh'e has not known, some of them new, some only new to the forest, h'er heart melting in compassion for them, from the depths of h'er diamond core.   Sh'e is still the fairy, the fairy with the unicorn heart, the diamond heart of trans, on fire with h'er love of this forest.

Hoping the friends who guard h'er will approve, sh'e moves quietly into the forest, seeking to accept all sh'e has learned, in so short a time, learning so much, and knowing nothing, except how precious, precious is h'er truth.  None can take it away from h'er, only sh'e can give it away, by rebuilding the walls of fear, and self deception.  May it never be so again.

Sh'e moves, ready to meet those who desire to be free.

Deep love to all who journey here.  The journey, for me, continues deep within...

There's a Unicorn here. Easy prey, or is it, really?

The tiger watches, waiting to strike. This unicorn is beautiful, it thinks. This will be a good hunt. This will be a very special meal.

It is white, like me. It is rare, like me. It is entirely precious, like me! So many do not believe this exists, like me.

I can destroy it now. I can destroy all that is me, in this creature. It will never see me coming.

It must be a broken creature, like me. I want it gone.  Destroying what is broken, what is missing within me, can make myself whole. I must remove this broken thing! We must be whole.

"It won't work," comes a soft, gentle voice from behind the giant Cat, as tender fingers come to scratch just behind the ears, where we like it best.

"You might even succeed, little one," the haggard woman says to the tiger twice her size. "You may even kill that beautiful creature. But to do so will be to destroy yourself. There is no healing along that path; you will also kill yourself. To wound the unicorn is to wound yourself, dearling. And that is one wound that will never heal; you will ever bleed."

"Come, let us go home," she says quietly, as both tiger and witch pad softly into the darkness.

So the wicked witch is back in all her glory, dressed in black and all. She tells all the forest creatures who and what they should be. Who dares question the dark side? After all, darkness rules the world here and beyond. Who dares question me? The Supreme Ruler of the Dark Forest. ;) For now at least.

Aether practically beamed when he saw the dormouse transform, watching her swim around him with a familiar grace. Delicate beauty filled her every movement, as she swirled around in elegant circles. He watched her shift back to greet the sootball and was overtaken by a sense of melancholy.

He remembers the mermaid who resides so far from him now, her iridescent scales tapering to an elegant fan-like fin.

He froze, the sharks ever circling him, their teeth bared in a mocking grin. He could tell that they laughed at him, at the little merman who thought himself too worthless to put up a fight. He had given up, watched their cruel grins with lifeless eyes and accepted his fate, when suddenly he was being pulled away from them.

"You have to run! Even if you're afraid, you have to try! Don't you dare give up! Come on!"The one pulling him yelled, using all of the power that her small frame would allow to propel both of them through the water.

She who had pierced the darkness that he had thought inescapable.

He remembered how they became close, when she told him about her past, and how similar it was to his own. How she was the one that understood how trapped he felt and encouraged him to be himself.

She had become the light in the dark when he had been too afraid to show his true gender. She had shown him the spell to fix the chest he had never asked for. And there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her. He became strong to protect the group when the sharks came back, became brave to stand up for the ones he cares for, but he fought only for her.

The light in his heart.

Aether hadnt noticed that he had closed his eyes, nor had he noticed that at somepoint he'd formed the water spear he was so used to wielding.

Yeah. Better put that back.
It's supposed to be safe here, but you were too lost in your head, Ae. You formed a spear out of nowhere for apparenly no reason and probably look insane.


He watched as the spear turned back Into a free liquid and slowly trickled back into the pool, quietly avoiding eye contact with the others.

the sootball looked at the acorn which was being held out to it, and then at the dormouse. is that a gift? the pawprint looked really cute... sootball stretched out a long thing arm, or maybe it is a leg? and knocked on the acorn, carefully, to make sure it was safe. then it pulled out the tiniest bit of coal from somewhere withing all the soot, and drew a little black orb beside the pawprint on this new and interesting canvas.

"sootball," it declares importantly pointing at the image of itself. then in a little more uncertain voice it asks "is dormouse dormouse, or does dormouse have a name?"

but suddenly, before it can hear an answer, sootball jumps and turns at a violent magic radiating from the pond. a beautiful water spear in the hands of a half asleep merman!

"taka taka taka! magic!" sootball shouts and jumps even higher. it doesn't even fall to the ground before a shadow suddenly rises beside it, and pets the sootball lightly with a dark smile on its face just as the spear trickles away and the merman is left with a mournful expression.

"merman is sad," says the sootball, concern in its voice.
"yes. i can see that, little friend," the shadow says, taking a human-like form as it walks into the pond. the human shape is naked, but hidden in shadows so deep it is impossible to tell if it even has a true form hidden within. without speaking, the shadow cups its hands and lifts some water out of the pond. it blows on it, lightly, to reveal a spectacle of glimmering stars and the beautiful depths of the universe which it offers the merman to view.
sootball wants you to see this, a whisper blows between the trees and over the pond.


back in the little spot of light, sootball turns its attention toward the dormouse again. "that's sootball's demon," it says with a hint of admiration. "isn't he cool?"

The fairy walks the treacherous path of nonbinary transition.  He guide, the endo, walks along side, knowing the delicacy of her body, the frailty and complexity of its age, and its thinness.  For a year and a half, he has carefully fine tuned the mixtures from the tree of hormones, raising their power as he seeks to repair the mess that was made so many, many years ago, when the fairy's heart first began to beat, in the darkness and embracing of her mothers womb.

The fairy walks the path, skirting the edge of the cliffs on the mountain, injecting now from the tree of hormones, the tree of her life, the guide closely monitors the levels of her blood.

She is weary, she is exhausted from her ordeal in the confrontation of her true gender, the acceptance of her unicorn heart.  She stumbles on the edge, something is wrong, something she did not create....

Her mind races, out of control, her already deep emotions turning on her, she begins to wobble.   She spreads her exausted wings to catch herself, but her head begins to spin, her body utterly spent long ago, fighting the fight of trans, the battles for hearts....

Heart beating a million miles an hour, tears welling up, sh'e wobbles on the edge.  A gentle gust of loving wind, and she faints.

Falling, fallings, the jagged rocks below her, passed out from the terrible overdose from the tree of hormones, her mind spinning out of control.

She has fallen....

Her friends watch helplessly as the light reflects from her wings, they run, they know it is too late, the injections have done their accidental goal....

A hand reaches out from far above.  The sun intercedes, plucking her out of the air, pulling her out of the forest, out of the city, faster and faster into the stars above, into His very heart.

A voice whispers in the forest:

"I have h'er now, sh'e is my daughter, I will not allow h'er to be harmed.  I will give h'er back to you, but only when I finish healing h'er, I sent h'er to you, sh'e is mine.  Sh'e must be safe in the forest before I return h'er to you.  Learn from this, and be careful."
The fairy, passed out in the hands of God, her heart broken but mending, mind racing but slowing, emotions spinning, life changing, the fairy sleeps in the hands of God.

The creatures running reach the bottom of the cliff.

Sh'e is gone.


Love to all here.  I will return when I have healed and it is safe.  Keep this place sanctuary, attack no one, preserve the forum, and rise above all.

I love you.

SJ-Satinjoy

Cerys whimpers in her sleep, a darkness has entered into the forest and is seeping into her. It as an emptiness, cold and hungry, sucking light and colour from her heart. Slowly her sleeping form is wreathed in shadows, a pool of darkness that cloaks and absorbs her form. Suddenly she awakes, shadows uncoiling, and where there had once been a dragon there is now only a shadow of one, as cold and insubstantial as the black void that fills her heart. Her once green eyes are now the colour of fresh blood and she looks around the clearing, hunting for the silver thread that can guide her back. She throws her head back in a soundless cry of anguish and hope and the forest creatures see that the shadow dragon is filled with light the same colour as her eyes.

Without warning she springs into the air, following the thread of the blade song only she can hear, and disappears into the trees. The silver thread guides her, she is no longer in the forest, but somewhere else, a shifting, formless place of the mind, yet deep within it there lies a grove a crystal shards. The blade garden is a place of hurt an pain, but also of release; Cerys has already accepted that her fate lies in this place, but maybe not just yet. She circles, feeling the pull of that place and what it offers her, suddenly she drops, her mind made up and flies into the grove. She resists the silver tongued song of the place, today is not the time to dive deep and see the stillness that lives there, and she skims just below the surface, the crystal blades slicing into her insubstantial form. The pain is sharp, but reminds her that she still lives. Soon she leaves that place and flies back to the forest pool, her dark body covered with red wounds.

The rest of the forest creatures sense the return of the shadow dragon as a great pool of darkness coiling around its self. They can see that it is injured and unsure of how to help such a creature, they hang back, hesitation and worry written on their faces. Suddenly the realise that it's not blood leaking from the creatures wounds, but darkness and they watch in amazement as it drains away until only Cerys remains, her body flowing into a shape that feels natural, something between the dragon and the human but all her.

Also, please don't worry, I've been in a dark place the past few days but I'm okay

The golden dragon is saddened by the fairy's loss. She heard the words of the sun, and hopes in her heart the fairy will be healed and returned to the forest soon. For now tho, she continues her flight patrolling above making sure all the creatures are safe. She sees many of them saddened by the fairy's plight as she soars high overhead, the sun glimmering on her golden feathered wings. She also wonders what happened to the green dragon who welcomed her to this wonderful place, Cery's. and hopes she too is okay. She folds her wings and dives down to get a closer look at things. The well being of the forest creatures being her greatest concern.....

Ally ;)

Quote from: Taka on September 04, 2014, 10:28:58 AM
the eagle circles over the fairy a few times, surprised to see a mask tangles in the threads it picked up, and stunned by the beautiful fairy's appearance. it silently glides to the ground and as it lands, takes the form of a human wrapped in shadows. he then proceeds to hang up the threads between some trees, decorating with flowers of all shapes and colors, and placing the mask carefully between them, so the fairy can find it if she ever needs it again.

Far away, beyond time and space, the fairy remains, sh'e sees, sh'e sees the forest, sh'e sees this thread.

Sh'e rests

Stealth as the night.

Deep in the forest lies a cast off mask.

The eagle, in their many forms, glides down, gently visiting this place.  It takes another look, startled.

Soot on the mask.  Mascara.

The fairy is stealth as the night.  You'll never know when sh'e watches.

The eagle smiles, and rises again.  They are not alone.

The fairy will heal.

Aether glances towards the misty shadow, gazing into the sparkling universe it seemed to hold. He watches it, the endless beauty that twirls gently amongst itself. Captivated,  the merman felt his worries dull slightly, and glanced between the sootball and the shadow.

"I wish I could offer something in return, but it seems as though sootball isn't too fond of water. If there is anything I can do, please let me know."

Cerys and the fairy were troubled,he could only hope for their safe returns. Fortunately,  it wasn't long before the great dragon did just that.

Aether instinctively tensed when Cerys returned, unsure how to help and torn between helping the dragon and protecting the others from the darkness. The darkness leaked off of her forme, leaving a Cerys that looked more...free.

What a wonderful question. Ever since I saw 'The Hobbit', I see myself as a Silvan Elf. Hard to describe precise characteristics, but her non-conformity, with fair-play, and the desire to protect and heal resonate with me very well.

there are so many interesting creatures here...

an eagle, soaring high in the sky, contemplates the fairy's flight. was it running to or from? what frightened it, what is it trying to find?
all-seeing, but no mind reader, the eagle decides to leave the question. the frail fairy seemed to have befriended the equally frail sootball. they would surely take care of each other when needed?
in a sudden burst of fire, the eagle lets itself drop burning to the ground in the midst of a dark part of the forest.

meanwhile by the pond, the shadow lifted its hands above the merman's head and let the water drip down between its finger, forming sparkling crystal and pearl shapes like little suns and stars flowing down unto the surface of the pond, where they rolled and spread out so all could see the beauty which only water can tell. the last few drops, it let fall on the merman's head with a teasing grin, and tied a scarf of darkness around his neck.

suddenly a deep roar grabbed the attention of the creatures gathered by the pond. a darkness was approaching, bleeding. drops of darkness fell down and seeped into the ground, revealing a human dragon's form. with a laugh, the shadow floated across the pond, gathering up the fallen darkness, drinking it up like the greatest delicacy. the shadow darkened until light almost seemed to escape the space around it, and then it disappeared.

in a whole different part of the forest, an intense darkness stretches up towards the sky. balls of flame fall onto it, merge with it, forming a shape like a human. or is it a daemon? with a flick of his tail, he calls forth a circle of fire around himself. a summons to the dragons, creatures who lurk in the night, on the border between fire and darkness.
will any of them come before the flames spread out to devour the whole section of the forest?

The fairy stirs and awakes in her treehouse, puzzled for a moment.... She wonders what has happened.  She hears leaves rustling in the forest, a gentle breeze is rocking her gently to sleep, the scent of incense permeates the air, the silk draping her windows floating up, then down, then stilling...

She vaguely remembers some disturbing dreams... awful moments... not like now....darkness... not like now at all.  She still feels a little dizzy, no matter, time heals.

Far off there seemed to be noises, but she ignores them.  She is still very weak, fragile.  She will rest in her  treehouse, it is quiet there.  She notes the cards of well wishing creatures, expressions of love, they warm her heart.

She rolls over gently, wraps herself in the glory of silk, and begins again to sleep, but now, her dreams are more pleasant.  Tomorrow is another day.

She dreams of squirrels and mushrooms, rainbow hats and minions,  fountains and paths, a statue, jewels, and joy.

The fairy sleeps.  Tomorrow, she will hear a call from her guide, with news of her recovery, an adjustment to make from the tree of hormones.  She knows this will take time, she accepts that.

She dreams of days of joy, and of transformations to come.  May they never end.

Be gentle with the fairy, my dear friends, be gentle, she will return.

In a corner, very quiet, the sootball moves, and once again, they put mascara on her eyes.  She will have a very pleasant surprise when she wakes and sees herself anew in the mirrors.

Love to all here.

The butterfly of love is up in the air looking at the wonderful forest. All of the sudden she notices a cold wind in her face. Clouds come between her and the ground. The love from the forest floor is blocked by the ominous storm clouds. The butterfly begins to panic as her wings of love dissolve. She desperately searches for a safe refuge, but none can be found. As she plummets to the forest floor she wonders what went wrong after finding a new life and warmth. The forest dwellers happen upon the horrible sight of a frozen butterfly a look of anguish on it's face. It is a face that will never smile or be the same again. They check for life, but none is found. Silently they bury her in the same forest she had been reborn into sad that the laughter is silenced. Life goes on though and routine returns to the forest once again.

Cerys sits up at the words only she seems to hear, and she smiles at what they promise. Standing, she throws her back head in an inhuman shriek of fierce joy. The cry seems to somehow lift her up, as her body flows into her dragon form. The rest of the forest creatures look on warily, suddenly aware of how big the dragon is now that she stands tall and fierce. The moment is broken as she beats her wings once with a crack like distant thunder, powering into the dark sky and the forest creatures stop worrying about what the dragon will do, and start wondering what it was that roused her.

Climbing high above the dark forest she sees the tower of shadow wreathed in flame and glides towards it. Circling around the great form, riding the thermals rising from his circlet of flame she speaks "I have come, now let us riot in fire and darkness".

I am a Dalmation puppy with wings, loyal and true, who swoops down from the sun to slurp your nose. But I dont eat dog biscuits, you must feed me milkshakes and watermelons. Then brush my teeth with Aqua Fresh.

sootball drags some milkshake up onto a sun altar, to see if it will summon anything interesting. the watermelon is left below, because the tiny ball of soot is already exhausted from struggling with a milkshake much bigger than itself.

the roar of a massive dragon reaches the shadow, making him burn his fires even more fiercely. it doesn't take long before the creature is circling right above him in the air. "I have come, now let us riot in fire and darkness," she speaks. the shadow greets her with an almost childish laugh of joy and throws out his arms to change the fire's hot red tone into menacing blue, and makes the ground below him explode in purple and green.

"yes," he answers as he rises into the air on wings of dark magic. "tonight will be a time of riot."

Cerys dances on the boiling air of the destruction, scales flashing in the unearthly light. Suddenly she dives towards the distant ground in a seemingly kamikaze stoop, at the last moment her great wings open and her white hot breath tears into the dark and twisted trees that make up this part of the forest with explosive force. Laughing, she soars back up to the shadow, riding the heat and chaos of their riot.

the shadow swirls around cerys, leaving a faintly glowing trail behind, before he stoops to the ground and disappears between the trees. a moment later whole tree circles appear on the ground, created by dark destruction, and ancient symbols light themselves aflame in all colors of the rainbow within the circles of mowed down trees.

The child centaur glances up at the skies, having felt the cold wind but no sign of any storms.

Puzzled, the child centaur trotted over to where the small crowd of forest creatures surrounded where the butterfly of love had fallen. They silently watched as they checked for life but unable to find any. The child frowned, they could sense something. It was ever so slight... a faint flicker within the frozen state of the butterfly. It was too faint for the others to see...

Standing at the burial site where the butterfly had been reborn, the child centaur weeped, curling up in front of the grave.

"I do not know if you can hear me..." The child whispers, wiping tears from their eyes, "But if you can, please hear me out..."

"I know we had our differences... I never meant to hurt you. Your fears closed your heart off from us and our warmth could not reach you, or so you thought... but our warmth and love exists inside you, I can sense it... I wish..." The child centaur stilled, shaking their head, "No, I hope... that one day, you will be reborn as something even greater than the butterfly of love..."

"Until then," The child centaur stood on their four hooves, "We will be waiting patiently and when you do return, if you ever do, we will welcome you with open arms and unconditional love... as we have always done so."

"We shall meet again someday... I will miss you, my friend." The child centaur gives a bittersweet smile, touching the grave gently before shifting away, trying their best not to cry uncontrollably as they galloped away deep into the forest.

The golden Dragon sits high, perched atop a soaring narrow rockface looking down over the forest. She saw the flight of Cerys and her exchange with Shadow. Her being new to the forest, she was oblivious to the ominous sign of things to come. She shapeshifted into a Jaguar with bright golden fur of many shades. As a cat it will be easier to exolore this new area of perch she has chosen, and get to know the creatures if any that would inhabit it with her.

Hours later...........

Suddenly, a chill rushed over her as she jumped up on a large rock. The area is too small for her to transform back to her natural Dragon form. The rush of the cold unnerved her. She must make her way back to her higher perch in order to transform and investigate this ominous feeling. So she began climbing up back toward her lofty perch. It would take her a few minutes to reach an area large enough for her to transform. She was vulnerable, and knew it.

She reached a spot where she could peer downward toward the forest, and saw the glimmering dark circles. She wondered what was to come. Suddenly dark clouds appeared overhead as she reached her perch. In a shimmering gold flash she transformed and dived from her perch falling upside down slowly righting herself, her golden wings tucked in to continue her dive. With sudden fervor she spread her mighty wings fully and settled into level flight. She was still high above the forest as she made out dark forms below. She must know what this ominous sign is, and if it would threaten the serenity of the forest and it's creatures she had come to love.............

Ally ;)

Cerys swoops joyfully through the rainbow of fiery colours, adding her own fires to the conflagration. She and The Shadow revel in their chaos and destruction, but an observer would notice that while things are burning, they are not being destroyed. The twisted forms of the dark and closed minded trees that are the sole inhabitants of this area of forest are changing, the rainbow of burning light is consuming their darkness, not the trees themselves.

Cerys and The Shadow circle in the thermals above their riot and she can sense him drawing the darkness boiling off the trees into his form. Bugling a note of mock challenge, she allows the rising blackness to wrap around her and she willingly takes on her shadow form and they continue their riotous dance.

The golden dragon swoops in seeing Cerys and the Shadow perform their airrial dance. She flaps her massive golden feathered wings in rapid succession as she hovers observing the two puzzled at their dance, and at first Their seeming celebration of destruction. She's perplexed by the destruction, until she notices it isn't destruction at all, but more of a cleansing, a purging of the darkness from the forest. She begins backing away so as not to disturb the two and reverts into upside down level flight slowly righting herself as a feeling of warmth drapes over her. She glides low over the forest acknowledging the creatures waving up at her once again serine and content that the forest she now calls home is as it should be, and it's creatures are protected................. :D

Ally ;)

Kel the dormouse is still lurking in the forest, but is a little scared by all the goings on and so has been hiding in a tree hollow, she has been watching the events unfold with care and interest though..

Satianjoy, you are such an awesome writer. I love this thread, as I can see myself in here.

As like you I would be a fairy also, but at this time in my life I feel like the fairy in your locked room being beaten and made fun of by the CIS people. When I read this I felt as though you were telling me that you would be back with help, as you quietly closed the door and locked to as to be unnoticed.

I've been resistant to participation in this silly thread, but given that my SO considers me to be extremely immature for my age and that SJ told me in a PM that I resembled a bear I suppose that I'll have to enter the fray and clarify that.

I'm not a grizzly bear, that old guy is long gone, and I'm struggling not to be a fat bear either. I liked one from a children's book, "The Cannery Bear," but it seemed that bear had his hind feet on backwards as if he didn't know if he was coming or going. So I guess I'll go with Pooh Bear and see if I can find any hunny.

auntie shan doesn't want to be a big cuddly teddy bear?
pooh isn't big enough for us all to hug at once...

Just one hunny at a time works for me.  :D :icon_hahano:

sootball jumps onto shantel the pooh's head and drizzles some soot on, then scurries away hurriedly, trying to avoid the scolding for this display of naughtiness.

The golden dragon shapeshifts into a smaller version of herself so as not to startle anyone as she lands seeing a new creature, and spreads her shimmering golden feathered wings around the bear welcoming ShanPooh to the forest, her giant flight feathers billowing in the light breeze as she did. She then smiled as she backed away again so she wouldn't startle ShanPooh and little Sootball whom she saw hiding out of the corner of her huge left eye, as she leaped back into the air to patrol the skies above transforming back to her normal size when she was safely far enough away so the wind from her giant wings wouldn't hurt anyone. The two of them briefly watched as she soared up higher the sun glimmering off of her shiny wings.....

Ally ;)

Quote from: Taka on September 25, 2014, 01:11:18 PM
sootball jumps onto shantel the pooh's head and drizzles some soot on, then scurries away hurriedly, trying to avoid the scolding for this display of naughtiness.

Oh dear now I'll have to shampooh!

Quote from: Shantel on September 25, 2014, 06:33:26 PM
Oh dear now I'll have to shampooh!

Shan the Pooh, also known as simply ShanPooh, casually makes their way through the many creatures in the middle of the forest, stopping to chat with several of them on their way down to the waters edge. Some are concerned that sootball has made a mess of ShanPooh's satiny locks of the finest fur in the forest. ShanPooh knows it is a simple thing to shampooh the sootball's mess and is carefree and confident that it will be an easy task. Shanpooh is using shampooh. Stranger things have happened in the forest...

Quote from: Ativan Prescribed on September 25, 2014, 07:33:04 PM
Shan the Pooh, also known as simply ShanPooh, casually makes their way through the many creatures in the middle of the forest, stopping to chat with several of them on their way down to the waters edge. Some are concerned that sootball has made a mess of ShanPooh's satiny locks of the finest fur in the forest. ShanPooh knows it is a simple thing to shampooh the sootball's mess and is carefree and confident that it will be an easy task. Shanpooh is using shampooh. Stranger things have happened in the forest...

Hehehe I'm totally flummoxed and at a lack of words, this is fun but I dunno what to say. maybe I'll crawl into a hollow log and take a snooze for awhile. Hmmmm wonder if there is any hunny in there?

Laura and Portia were walking through the forest. Kathy and Erica were constructing a treehouse elsewhere. Suddenly, Portia stopped. "Do hear that? It's someone snoring." Laura listened. "Yeah. It's coming from that log over there." They walked up to the log and listened. Portia giggled as she picked up a stick. Laura watched as Portia tapped on the log. They glanced at each other as the snoring ceased.

Quote from: Shantel on September 25, 2014, 06:33:26 PM
Oh dear now I'll have to shampooh!

Oh dear, now I have to edit my last post, lol, he, he, he, he.

Ally ;)

The fairy woke to the sound of her head pounding..... or was it that....

Whack ...whack..... whack.....

Wait a minute.....

She rose and went to the window.

Whack...

Her sharp eyes spotted the most amazing sight.

A squirrel, a porcupine with a stick, the sootball, and a hollow log, and something fussing inside  it

Whack

She had a good angle on it, she could see inside the log from here....

OMG

A POOHBEAR!!! A Shanpooh!!!!!!  Finally :)

What on earth was the shanpooh wearing....

A squirrel, a porcupine, a sootball, and a pooh...

Who could possibly have come up with this genius?

And oh my goodness that shanpooh was in for it..... the fun that is coming.... she could barely wait.

The fairy began to smile, and it grew and grew and grew.

The fairy is awake, and she has much to say.

Sh'e is back.  The creature posts are about to fly, she has been dreaming, there are new places in the forest she has found, one very old, and one very new.

She looked again... what is that shanpooh wearing?    Another will tell that tale.

There will be joy again in the forest. 

"Oh groan" said the Pooh, those pesky critters pounding on my log hiding place have awakened the Fairy and exposed my hiding place, I'll have to climb out and put on my nice red jacket.

Kel the dormouse ducks back in to her tree hollow and emerges with a painted acorn in her mouth.. She scampers over to the log where the Shanpooh is crawling out of the log and presents the painted acorn to Shanpooh, hoping she sees it as a welcoming gift.

Kel the dormouse looks sadly towards the fairy, as she has not yet finished the new acorn for the fairy.. As she did not know what to paint. But she thinks she has some ideas now..

The fairy is very excited about the little dormouse.  Her golden rope reaches the ground little one.... 

Quote from: Emily.T on September 18, 2014, 07:15:07 AM
Just as she does I enter the forest from the thicket I am a Sirin (a Greek mythological bird with a woman's head who lures men to their deaths) seeing the beautiful fairy in front of me I am stunned by her beauty and pause for a minute to make sure that she is safe.

May I join your forest of great and wonderful creatures I ask, I have been so lonely here in the thicket by myself I would love to join your extensive forest if you will let me as I pause for a reply -

Come and play my sweet, and for calling me beautiful, well, the smile is still on my face from that one....

Join in, or I'll be searching thickets....

:)

"Oh thank you how sweet!" said Shanpooh to Kel the little dormouse, as she looked to the skies for the golden dragon.

The Fairy sees the pretty pooh crawl out from their log, and she is so happy for the new creatures of the forest.  This adorable dormouse is over with them, such a sweet and innocent creature this, a joy to have in the forest.  Sh'e is starting to feel so much better.

Her guide, the endo, has tweaked her portion of the tree of hormones, they still really don't know what happened to her, sh'e has had quite the journey.  There are locked doors in her mind that may have been unlocked, places best not disturbed, and there are questions now to be answered, so many questions.  No answers, just thoughts to learn to control, fears to quench, things to avoid.  Such is the path of some trans, the damage of the early years can be terrible and even fatal, but this fairy is a survivor, and sh'e will always be so.

And so she moves to the mirror, to begin her morning validations, the ones that start with the windows of  the soul, with her eyes.

A smile breaks out again on her face.  Someone has had a visitor... soot on the eyes, mascara.  Oh how sweet, what a pleasant way to wake up in the morning, to look for the woman within, and see both the she within, and the she on the surface.  But more than this, to know someone cares.... Oh how priceless for the lonely wanderer of trans, one that wandered the city, and found a home instead in  a stunning mansion, a treehouse, in the forest, her dream come true.

She moves to the door to prepare to fly... wondering what happened since she was out.... Since she got knocked up by her endo guide.

Oh that one got an earful, didn't they....

She looked at her beautiful nails to see if the mans hair was still attached to them from making sure she had his full attention.

One of her better moments.  Never tell a post partum fairy that you blew their dose, and then overcorrected.  Her nails can be sharp and you can bet the girl that was flying like that would not be in the best of moods.... If she was going to be knocked up, it might as well as have been fun, but, no.  Not this time for the transsexual fairy, her TS virginity  remains.

So, happy now and feeling blessed from her newly stabilized hormones, the fairy stepped to the edge of the door, ready to fly into the woods, and see what is new in the forest.

the shadow's shadow tried to make fire in stove, but failed because she forgot to feed it.
a thunderstorm had passed over the house and fields, wooly little things had escaped into the woods, it was rainy and cold and wet, and the wooly things disappeared into darknessnebrr heesing the flock leader's calls.

the brother of this shadow's shadow, the sometimes shortsighted and somewhat rash hero, chosen by the thunder god himself, decided to break murphy's law on this night of the angered thunder god. murphy has never been wrong though, and not long after, a sudden spark was seen in the gate to other worlds had been reconnected after the assumed passing of the thunderstorm. the gate became silent, connection was lost. the shadow's shadow managed to get a slow emergency connection with her other self, but it is frail amd easily fail.

this weekend will be a quiet one for the shadow and his sootball.

The fairy went to h'er window and peaked out.  She still felt a bit weak, she knew her moods were still fluctuating, but it was ok.  She would venture out, on a little test flight.  To see how it would go.

So, she leaned out over the edge of the door, holding the golden rope that was tied to its head jamb for the visiting creatures of the forest, and she spread her wings.

"Oh", she said, "how did this happen?"  Her wingtips were now gilded, the vibrant colors of the nonbinary spectrum all though the colorful wings, with their interiors of white.  Edged with gold, they were, an early blessing of the things to come in the next world of promise. 

So she leaned forward and let go.

And wobbled.   And spun, going forward through the tops of the trees.   The branches brushed by her, but in the joy of flying again, she did not mind, she only knew she was out again and free, and once she had cleared the branches that had been tousling her around, she rose.  In the air she saw a beautiful golden dragon, so sh'e darted off to meet her.

"Hi there pretty one" sh'e said, waving her long nailed hands at the new friend she wanted to meet.

"Hi back" said the dragon.  And then the eyes of the dragon went wide.

"Ummm...."

She raised her arm and pointed at the fairy's head.  She couldn't really say anything else.

The fairy had a funny sinking feeling, and then slowly reached her hand to the top of her head.

OH NO

Looking down at the treetop below she saw it..


OMG What happened to my HAIR????  ITS STUCK IN THE TREE!!!

OOOOOFFF

Turning the deepest shades of the red of embarrassment, she Hightailed it back into the treehouse.

Down on the log, the Shanpooh saw it all.

"OH Bother.   That's just great."  Said the Shanbear.

"Now I have to climb a tree and get that darn fairy out of my hair and back into h'ers."

"I thought I was having a NAP"

And the Shanbear stretched, and began to ready themselves to meet the fairy, hiding embarrassed in h'er treehouse.

And Oh was that fairy mad at the endo guide that made her wobbly when she flew.....

After the riot, the rising sun found Cerys gliding above the cloud tops and heading towards the forest pool. The golden light was burning off the last remnants of her shadow form leaving her again as a great, green eyed dragon, her copper and purple scales gleaming in the radiance of the dawn. As she approached the forest pool she changes into her form that it somewhere between the dragon and the human. She lands lightly at the waters edge and cupping her hands draws some of the cool clear water and drinks. Refreshed, she looks up to see the fairy, red with embarrassment darting back to h'er tree house. Wondering what could be up, she takes wing, to see if she can help. High in the treetops she finds hair, stuck in grasping tree branches. oh she think, that's what's the matter. Carefully she frees the hair from the branches, placing it carefully on the tree houses doorstep. She knocks thrice and then darts quickly down to the forest pool.

I'm a handsome pixie boy. I live in the trees and enjoy playing pranks on people.

She is sitting by a stream, legs folded under her, trying to be calm. The grass pokes her skin, itches. She sighs and shifts and tries again. Focus on the water, clear mind, stop thinking so much you... Her shoulders stiffen, the nasty crawling sensation on her spine worsens, her breath is uneven and too loud.

She sighs, stands up and stretches, pulling. Must relax... Her neck spasms a little, wrenched muscles protesting. She swears and laughs bitterly at herself. Can't even do that much right, you useless bloody idiot--

Pale arms slip around her waist, familiar form pressing into her back. "Chill, dumbass." The voice is amused and worried, kind and blunt.

She sits back down, the other with her, beside her, smiling and slowly running a hand down her back, reaching up to play with her hair. Thoughts slip sideways and blur, fade under the gentle pressure.

Much better. Much, much better.

The darkness is pushed back, even shadows disappear.
It is not a light that does this, it is more than that, it is a translucence that is hard for some to see, to even know what this means...
To truly see this magnificent creature of the forest, one must also let thoughts slip away.
To see what it is that removes even the shadows, to see without care of darkness or light, this creature is truly beautiful.
To see it's form is to see all that there is and none of what isn't.

The golden dragon swooped in, and transformed into a smaller version of herself so she could fly through the forest instead of over it. A thunderstorm had just passed that left her golden wings a little damp hindering her agility in the air somewhat, but not enough to ground her. Still she waits for the sun to again emerge to dry her golden feathered wings.

As she darted in and out of the trees she saw the fairy emerge from her treehouse, and the wind catch her hair. ShanPooh smiled seeing her swoop past as the bear sipped on honey. She was very happy and content the fairy was back and feeling better. She circled the fairy's treehouse a few times, and then hovered next to ShanPooh greeting the bear with a smile. ShanPooh offers the pretty dragon some honey as the sun peeked through the trees of the forest. She then resumed her flight as the fairy took to the air herself.

She saw that the fairy was matching her graceful twists and turns through the trees. She settles on a large branch in the fairy's treehouse tree, and awaited the fairy to catch up with her, which only took a moment. The fairy joined her on the huge overhanging branch and greeted her smiling. She smiled back at the fairy and noticed something odd -the fairys hair was stuck in a tree, and raised her arm being careful so as to not unfold her wing and pointed. The fairy embarrassed abruptly ran back inside her treehouse.

She waited for a moment realizing the fairy was embarassed, she was about to fly over and untangle the fairy's hair for her when she saw that both ShanPooh, and the forests other dragon Cerys coming to the rescue, and wondered which of the two would reach the tangled hair first. It was Cerys who after untangling the hair gracefully brought it back to the treehouse, and set it carefully down by the doorstep. She looked out over the forest venturing further out on the limb, hoping the fairy would regain her courage and return. A moment later still facing away she heard the door to the treehouse open, then close again.

She then said to herself referring to the fairy who remained inside: "Oh you'll be okay hun, I'll see you later on. For now I'm going to go find a place to let the sun dry my wings." she glanced down at the bear as ShanPooh climbed and giggled at the bear's clumsyness, She again smiled saying to herself again referring to the fairy almost at a whisper:"I'm so happy your okay, and they all are too." She glanced back at the treehouse door and winked not knowing if the fairy saw her gesture through her window. Realizing the fairy wasn't coming back out for the moment, she then took to the air to go find a comfortable perch where she can spread her wings and sunbathe them. She transformed back to her normal size the sun now glimmering off her feathered wings. A moment later she had cleared the trees and was high above heading for an outcropping overlooking the forest................ :D

Ally :icon_flower:

This may trigger.  Beware. Be careful.


The fairy sat in her treehouse, her breath coming in shallow gasps.  Anxiety again.  Anxiety about acceptance.  Foolish, sh'e already has accepted h'erself, she should not feel like this

She hears the knock at her door, but her hair is off, she is in her private presentation, the one reserved only for the cis wife, jarringly half and half, two binaries on one body, blantantly so.

Summoning all her courage, she decided to go out, she had no choice, in this authentic presentations she must dare the forest.  One of the presentations she kept hidden for fear.  A secret she keeps.

She opened the door, her hair dangling tantalizing in front of her, hair that validates in the forest and city, hair that protects....

She moves out quietly to get it

And her door blows shut, and there is the sound of a gentle "click". 

Her hair, caught in the breeze that closed the door, falls gently to the ground like some kind of puffy seed thing in the wind.

She gets scared and turns to go inside.

The door is locked.  She is outed in this presentation.  Half and Half, GQ to the max, acceptable and embraced by he'r and he'r wife, impossible for others to understand or to even look at....

Her breath shallow and heart racing sh'e backs against the door.  Sh'e  closes her eyes.

What would the forest think of he'r now? 

Sh'e is so, so very afraid.  Would they reject, or accept, for sh'e is many, and one, the same, and unique, hurt, and victorious, a wild thing of the forest, untamable and free.  But so very, very fragile.

And mascara soot began to flow with the tears that had begun, that horrible feeling of rejection, the one sh'e had experienced behind that locked door of h'er mind, sh'e feared it more than anything.

We're the creatures looking?  Did they even care?  A presentation so offensive it has started wars, destroyed lives, wounded hearts, just because it exists?

H'er back to the wall, she waited.  Sh'e was too afraid to go down the rope, or to fly to her hair.  Her exposed gender felt naked, and sh'e did not want to feel ashamed.

Sh'e wanted to run.  Sh'e wanted to die.

But she could do neither.  Only wait, and pray that nobody sees.  A naked identity.  One that offends.

Who would rescue h'er before all fell to ruin once more.

The wood elf saw the tears and saw the distress.  They jumped from the limb onto the fairy's porch and reached out to comfort them, saying "You are beautiful as you are.  You radiance is undimmed.  Be at peace."

They swung to the forest floor and recovered the fairy's hair.  "Know that it is your core that expresses your beauty and not your hair, nor your jewelled wings, pretty though they are". 

The elf whispered to the wood in the elder tongue and the wood agreed to allow the door to open.  Smiling,  the elf stepped aside and said "know that the choice is yours, revealing yourself, expressing your authenticity is powerful magic and will help you find the hidden paths that you so desire."  The fairy looked down and wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up expecting to see the elf, but they were gone.  Disappearing as quickly as they had appeared.

The fairy took a deep breath, overjoyed that sh'e had seen her elf again.

Centering, sh'e reattached h'er hair, reverting to the presentation she loves being the most, the one that reflects her core.  But she is so much more than one presentation.

Feeling validated, feeling victorious for at least trying to go outside her door, she spread her beautiful wings.

It was time to fly again.

Launching, straight and true, fast as freedom and joyous as light, sh'e headed into the forest.

Sh'e had seen those sh'e feared had been taken from h'er.  Defended from her own fear, sh'e was free.   And sh'e truly loves her hair, and the joy of trans.

Now where are those two dragons?   Did they know she races? Sh'e fast, sh'e can really fly....

Nails out, heart wide open, thank you for the life you gave to me here

Cerys sees the fairy step out of the tree house and sees the hair fall, and she senses the trepidation of the fairy. She flies up to h'er and embraces h'er in her arms and wings "you are loved and valued simply for being you".

The fairy trembles in her embrace, but also takes strength from it. Cerys smiles wickedly " now what's this talk about a race? "

Kel the dormouse lays out a message in brightly coloured acorns, spreading across a clearing.. 'We love you!', hoping that the fairy see it..

something stirs under the fairy's hair. a tiny little thing too soft and light to have been noticed, feeling a little claustrophobic afte the pretty hair had suddenly decided to be worn instead of playing cosy cave on the fairy's floor.

finally, it manages to get loose and slips down on the fairy's shoulder. was it still crying? no, the elf and the cerys dragon and the dormouse had comforted. sootball pats the fairy, on the neck because it can't reach the top of the fairy's head, and speaks in the tiniest voice. "heart makes fairy pretty, hair is just hair."

and then it puts some mascara on the fairy's eyes.

From high above the forest, the fairy meets Cerys the dragon.  The fairy is at full strength again, though sh'e has yet to see all the goings on that happened since sh'e had too much of that hormone tree.  "Hi"  Says the fairy

" So my dear, you want to race?"

Looking down she saw the dormouse's wonderful creation.  The long "I love you" on the edge of the forest.

"AAAWWWWWWWEEE".  "Thats just adorable."

An Idea formed in the fairy's little brain.

"How about this... lets all line up, and make the I Love you the start and finish line of this forest.  We can all race together, and skirt the edges of the forest while we race.  The creatures on the ground can watch, or run, and we can fly 5 laps.  And lets get the other flyers up here too, the eagle and the golden dragon and all that have wings, and lets fly for real.

But I must warn you my dear Cerys, I race in the Cis-world, and it can get a little rough.. I may look like a little fairy, but there is a fire that burns when I run, and you may get bumped by some fairy feathers....

And my dear, if you light em up, the roar and the scent of fire will be just like the fun we have out there in the wilderness of Cis.

But sweetie, whatever you do, don't rear end me.... I'll make you spin right out....."

So, who will join us in this race?  Where the start and the finish is I Love You?  In joy and  the heat of passion, flying high, or running below, living life fast and free, untamable spirits of trans.

"I wonder if the dormouse will wave the starting flag?"

Perhaps we can have a little fun....

And I am so greatful for my many visitors while I was not well.  Thank you!

Satinjoy

She's naked under the waterfall. Standing, water running over her body. As naked as she can be: the silver bracelets always on her wrists.

She stands beneath the freezing water and she burns.

Arms wrapped around her stomach, small hands clenched tight. Feet arching, legs cramping from the strain. Head pulled down, eyes on the ground, but unseeing, looking inwards instead.

Inside her head is noise, so much noise. This is what you are, how you should be, how you should talk, what you should believe, what you should value and want and think and breathe. Words piling on top of each other, over and over, crushing her under the weight, digging into her scars, dragging on the shackles she can't take off. You are one of us, they say, you represent us, you belong to us. We own you.

The howl is soundless, voiceless. But her head is upright, inky eyes forward, hands in fists swinging down to her sides, face a mask of fear and fury.

The tension goes all at once. Exhausted, she slips on the wet rocks, scraped knees bleed. Honest hurt, honest pain. She pulls herself up and stumbles away, deep into the shadows of the forest, where she cannot be followed, cannot be found, cannot be caged ever again.

The fairy stops incredulous as sh'e sees the mysterious and naked figure of one of the long time "elders" of the forest.  Sh'e hears the cry, one sh'e has heard in her own ears too many times.  Sh'e sees as they slip away, heading for the deep woods, the place where the statue lives, the places of old magic and wonder and pain.

"Cerys, follow me"

She glides ever so silently.  The lithe figure does not see h'er.  But sh'e is there nonetheless.

A whisper on the wind.

"You who have suffered, you who are true, you are our kindred, know we love you."

Gently the mysterious figure slipped again into the heart of the forest.

The fairy ascended again to fly over the forest and see what was new.

Sh'e spotted the log and the stick that had woken her up, and the little group of special ones that were in that precious place in the forest.

Odd.

She saw a blanket, a picnic basket, some plates and some silver, and a jar of honey.  Now how did that come to pass.

Then she smiled wide.  On the plates she saw the leftovers of their meal, delicious stuffed mushrooms laced with precious honey.

The smile became laughter.  Lying on the log, with their feet stuck straight up in the air, lay Shanpooh, their cute fuzzy head rolled back over the log and their mouth, as usual, wide open.  They were fast asleep, and on their belly slept the squirrel.  Next to the log, under Shanpoohs rather interesting posterior, slept the porcupine.  The sootball was no where to be seen.

Silent as the wind the fairy gently glided down.  With her long nails, she positioned herself carefully, one for the bear's foot, and one for the squirrels tail.  Sh'e finally had caught up to the squirrel sh'e had chased for weeks.

Now where was that sootball anyway.  The squirrel was making strange sounds, dreaming something really nifty, the fairy wonders what sort of dream that might be.

Stealthily the fairy reached out, simulataneously pulling the squirrels tail and tickling Shanpoo's feet.  From somewhere odd, suddenly the sootball began to giggle.

Quickly the fairy hid inside the log.

In front of her was an adorable little trembling dormouse holding out a cute little acorn.

What would happen next? 

The child centaur galloped deep within the forest, long brown locks flowing behind them. They reached the center of the forest, deep in the heart of it, where a rocky cave led to deep underground. Descending downwards, the child felt a tug within them, something was drawing them to the darkness beneath. Under the ground revealed a long glittering lake that appeared to stretch for miles. It glowed and twinkled many different colors, reflecting in the child centaur's light colored eyes as they looked on in amazement. The reflections of the magical water bounced off the rocky ceiling, mirroring the appearance of a night sky.

The child's amazement soon faded as reality dawned on them, their lower horse body comfortably sat near the edge of the water.  A ripple expanded in the magical water, more appeared as if invisble raindrops were falling from the ceiling. The child was too asborbed in their emotions to notice, the ripples began to appear one by one towards the edge where the child was sitting. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the water, clutching onto the child's sleeve, snapping them out of their daze, "Wha-?"

Before the child could react, they were pulled into the magical lake. What the child thought was magical and relaxing water at first glance, it was dark and murky underneath. They tried to look at what pulled them down but all they saw was darkness interwining their body. The hand gripped tight onto their left arm, they felt another pair of hands grasp their right, a soft hissing whisper soothingly talked near their left ear,

"It hurts, doesn't it, little sibling?" The whisper was gentle and soft.

"Running away from your problems as usual, sibling , eh?" A smooth as silk deep whisper appeared against their right ear.

The child centaur trembled, trying to jerk free of their grip, their horse legs jerking and kicking at the murky water. "Let me go!" They cried and after a pause, they noticed the water wasn't gushing down their throat... they could breathe underwater...?!

"See, little sibling, there is nothing to be afraid of." The gentle whisper continued.

"Who are you?!" The child centaur jerked. "Why are you holding me down?!"

"You know who we are, dear sibling," The soft voice answered while the deep voice boomed, "We never hold you down, you do it to yourself, silly sibling of ours!"

"W-why are you calling me sibling...? I am an only child!" The child became frightened by the uncertainity that was growing within their chest.

"Incorrect... I was the one who went through the pain all those years ago..." The soft voice spoke,

"... and I was the one who shouldered the pain and tried to take us somewhere I thought was the correct path..." The harsh voice finished. Their grips on the child slowly loosened and the water became clearer...

"W-wha..." The child centaur began crying, tears floating in front of their wide eyes.

"Little sibling," The two whispers joined into one, the soft and deep tones becoming neutral,  "We are you."

"Together, we make up the components within you." They both spoke to the child, "But lately you have been rejecting us on the basis that we conform to the binary. You could not be any more wrong."

"I do identify as being female," The soft voice spoke, "However, I proudly hold traits of being masculine."

"I do identify as being male," The deep voice spoke, "However, I proudly hold traits of being feminine."

Their voices joined together once again, "We both reject the binary. However, identifying with being female/feminine or male/masculine does not define us as who we are. We are more than those labels, just as you are more than being genderless/sexless. Please do not reject us, it will only cause you pain. We are not binary as we step out of the norm by being androgynous and if we were, would that really matter so much?"

"We are what we are. We cannot change ourselves and you cannot change us."

"Please, accept us together as three within one body." The voices pleaded. "Let us harmonize within your body, with you as one being."

Their hands touched the child's body, embracing them, "If you fear us in pushing to change your body, do not fret. We accept your desire to have a sexless body. A sexless body will not invalidate our identities as we can still express ourselves androgynously, just as you do everyday. As long as we can express ourselves, what the physical body looks like does not matter. We want to laugh, cry, smile and fall in love... things like sex and physical appearances mean little to us..."

"We want to live...within you, beside you as one."

The child centaur began crying again, "Yes... yes. I am sorry for pushing you two away... Jay, Jason, I need to treat my siblings much better... and listen to your concerns... thank you for accepting me. I'm sorry it took me so long to accept you... We will shift together as one, as it was always supposed to be."

The child embraced them both, feeling their physical forms fade into separate energies that absorbed into their body, blue and pink energies swirling around the child's purple heart, transforming into one, a beautiful shining display of multiple colors, much like the universe. 

"Thank you..."

The child flinched and felt something burning in the middle of their forehead, they gasped and winced, feeling the skin burn as a silver circle appeared and magically, something grew from the circle. The child gently touched it and realised they had grown a unicorn horn...! It was tiny and baby-like, much similar to their body.

Suddenly, their back began to surge with pain and the child's vision surged to blackness. When they came to, they found themselves floating above the lake, seeing their lower horse body replaced with two slender bare legs, the unicorn horn was no longer to be seen, the circle on the child's forehead was transformed into a silver bindi that reflected many colors in different rays of light. They remembered the back pain and realized it was no longer there, but in place was a pair of fairy wings, bright pink fading into purple and blue. With every flutter, sparkles twinkled within the wings like stars and the child flew out of the underground cave as fast as a speeding bullet.

They were giggling and full of happiness, their weight lifted off their shoulders, accepting their trigender identity to the fullest. They halted at the sight of the forest creatures and reality began to dawn on them... would they be accepted...? Tears welled up in their eyes as they smiled... it didn't matter... they had accepted themselves, that's all that mattered.

They saw the fairy hide inside the log and they darted in the air, hiding among the trees before spiraling into the sky and falling downwards, swooping to tackle hug Shanpooh, "Surprise cuddle!!"

The child giggled, gently placing Shanpooh on the ground and flew away, feeling exhausted from their sudden burst of energy, they soared to the crescent moon, where it cradled the child to a much needed blissful sleep.

Such creativity and imaginative beings in this forest!  Please consider this just another fly by from another fairy girl.  Perhaps I dropped something bright and shinny as I flew by.  Maybe you can find it for me?

That creature from the many paths, the one you never see when you look, but notice every so often from the corner of your eye,
calmly walks to the clearing and looks down at the center of the toxic ring left by something buried that should never have been buried there.
Scooping it up from the burial site with an old rusted can, it takes this thing and carries the toxic waste to the far reaches of the paths.
To the river that divides this place from the cities beyond, at the place where the bridge had been burned down by a foolish snake from across that river.
The creature flings the can, the dirt inside with it's toxic waste falls over onto the bank across this divide,
the place it wandered from, the place where the snake has been know to slither and hiss it's evil with a forked tongue.
The creature screams thoughts out loud, but there is no one there to hear,
"Back to the place you came from, may the snake who speaks with the forked tongue find you."
They are after all, sisters of the kind who cannot see the truths, cannot see past the little river that divides that place from the forest.
The creature walks away, not back into the burnt remains from the fire that destroyed what was here, but walks in a direction that few have returned from.
"Maybe now the ghost of that toxic thing that was buried will go back to where it had come from, the place of the snake."
The creature moves towards the parts unknown, it knows it is the only way, to truly know what is there,
to see it's beauty and the truths that are there, is to make your own path, to go there and see.
The creature disappears over the horizon without anyone seeing it was gone.
Perhaps one or two thought they saw something from the corner of their eye.
But the light now starting to shine a little brighter, may have played tricks on them as well.
It is the beginning of yet another sojourn, a journey, perhaps the last one.
This creature knows it is never the ending, but always the beginning, it is never about the destination, it is always about the journey.
Small trees start to grow along the sides of this new path, it will become a part of the forest, here where it has already started to regrow.
Someday another creature may wander this very same path, and wonder at what it thought it may have seen, out of the corner of it's eye.

Oh please don't go, she cried, I feel we have so much to share on this path thru the forest.  You see what i miss and hear what i cannot.  Take my hand and let us face this snake together.  You seem so prepared and ready for danger but we need help to find our way.  I want to be part of this forested paradise and live with our friends among the trees.

He ran into the safety of the forest, his large pack feather light on his back. He was going to be free soon.

This form was beginning to become tiresome, heavy and hard to bear.

As he ran into a glade, he dropped his backpack and began the transformation from dirty street kid into a Satyr. His face did not change much save for a lengthening and filling out of his jaw, along with the growth of his horns, but his septum ring and tattoos stayed the same. His top half was covered in thick red hair, obscuring his chest completely. His arms were still covered in tattoos and now a bit more hair on those as well. He was genderless, or perhaps he was both, it was difficult to say, and impossible to determine just by looking.

His goat's legs were the main difference, strong, powerful legs that could run much, much faster if he really needed to. He stashed his clothing in his pack for later, when he turned back, when he had to go back into the world of humans again. For now, he hid his pack, bringing along his bottle of liquor and his bag of psychedelic plants.

He was giddy to get back to the forest, away from all the pressures of that other world. He climbed a towering redwood tree and had a smoke, watching the creatures of the forest, thinking of which stories from his travels he might tell them.

The girls stood on the deck of the newly constructed tree house. Kathy pointed down at the goat creature. "Hey. Watch this!" Kathy exclaimed. Kathy giggled as she pitched acorns at the goat creature. Laura giggled and nudged Kathy in the ribs. "That isn't cool, Kathy." Kathy laughed. "I'm just screwing around. It's not like I'm throwing rocks at them." Kathy threw a final acorn, watching it bounce off their head. The girls ran back inside the tree house before they could be seen.

The dormouse, having been sitting on the roof of the tree house, climbs down to the top of the doorway and throws red painted acorns at Kathy. She then scurries away and goes looking for the Satyr..

Kathy looked around as acorns bounced off her head. "What the hell was that?!" Portia giggled as she glanced up at the ceiling. "I don't see anything."

The fairy quietly flew into her treehouse.  She grabbed a small suitcase, packed up her silks, her candles and her incense, and stepped out onto her diamond tightrope leading to the wilderness of the cis.

And vanished into thin air.

On he'r bed, was a large, heart shaped diamond, right next to a tear soaked pillow.

H'er heart remains in this forest. 

A single candle lights h'er window.  The flame of hope, the fire of trans.

The genderless fairy child watches from the cradling arch of the crescent moon, ther wings flutter and gracefully step onto the porch of the now silent treehouse with a single lit candle sitting in the window, standing guard until the Fairy returns to rejoin what is rightfully h'ers...

"We will be waiting, my dear friend... Until then, please do not fret, we shall protect your heart with many facets to the very core of our beings..." Their eyes and wings glowed, sparkles of the night sky reflecting off the fairy child's skin, glowing many colors and drawing energy from the magical lake underneath the ground of the Unicorn Forest...

Shan the Pooh guards the tree's base so that no snakes will slither up and enter.

The pooh is getting hungry.

"oh crap" they said. "I'm sure sh'e won't mind".

They reached out and grabbed the golden rope, and began to climb to the fairy's treehouse.

In another part of the forest, something shiny was suddenly found floating into the air.

"Come to the fairy treehouse" whispered the wind, "Follow the shiny jewel".

The genderless fairy child shifted and fluttered their wings, still glowing as their feet levitated off the porch of the treehouse, the endless energy stirring within their body, soaring their senses to the high levels. Oh, the woes and perks of being empath...!

The child began to dance, flicking their wings as they did so, they danced around the treehouse until a wavy beam of light followed behind them. It was beautiful and sparkled like the universe with its diversity for all to see. The child kept dancing, spiraling upwards until the treehouse was protected in a film of illuminating light.

"Follow the light, it will lead you out of the darkness...!" The fairy echoed through the forest, travelling alongside the wind's whispers, "The light within you, within all of us... shall set us free...!"

I'm a water fairy! Like Cirno, from Touhou Project, but with water, instead.

But I relate to Lip from Panel de Pon. She's a Flower Fairy.
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Through a gap in the trees in a darkened, secluded part of this Forest, a glimpse of the sun shines through. Looking up, four eyes briefly see a giant bird flying through it. It is already far away, and the view is fading fast.

Tears begin to flow in old, long-pained eyes as the witch can only whisper in horror, "No."

Her eyes linger on the sky, for a short time. "Goodbye, old friend," she chokes through tears as she turns her gaze to her companion. Large feline eyes are already studying her intently. No words are spoken, though much is said between them. Finally, she simply nods.

She climbs on to the tiger's back quickly, and still comfortably, though it has been a long time. The tiger roars as he suddenly sprints off into the trees, with a tired old woman clinging to his back. He leaps, and they break through the trees, flying off into the sky without wings, as the albatross once taught them to do.

They do not catch up. The red sky is clear and the giant bird is nowhere to be seen, as the sun sets into the west.

With tears still flowing, at last the old witch begins to smile. She rubs the side of her tiger gently, and simply whispers to him, "Let's go Outside". He roars once more, a sound as fierce as every sinew of his powerful body can produce. He takes off immediately, soaring through the skies everywhere they have ever flown together.

Shanpoo reached the top of the rope and looked into the glowing treehouse of the Fairy.  They were startled.  In the middle of the night, during the darkness, something had taken place.

In the center of the treehouse a large table had been prepared, big enough for all of the fair creatures of the forest.  The matts were set, the food prepared, candles were burning.  But where was the fairy?

Stepping to the edge of the diamond tightrope to the Cis, they noticed that it was firey with burning light.  "So this is where sh'e went" said the bear.  "Oh bother and oh crap."

Being a bear of great courage, little words, and direct action, the bear stepped out onto the tightrope.  Step by step, quite scared but resolute, they went after the fairy.  Two steps out onto the tightrope, the bear too disappeared into the thin air.

And there sh'e was.   Sitting on the tightrope, invisible, watching the forest.  In between the two worlds.

The Shanbear was startled.  The fairy, between two worlds, was presenting in her true core.  Hair down, beautiful yet bearded, a fascinating blend of gender that defies logic, rare, but remaining stunning from the light that burns within h'er, it is the light of authentic truth, and the spirit of sacrifice for h'er mate.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Said the Shanbear.

"I had to go." said the Fairy.  "My feelings were hurt, I felt unprotected, the forest was undefended.  But then I thought, where will I go?  Who else is like us, the unique ones of an endangered group, a splinter of the world of trans?"

"So I sat and I watched.  I have been gravely ill from the tree of hormones, my mind filled with the emotions of sudden transition, my thoughts governed by the volatility of female emotion with no experience of how to handle them.  It was not safe for me to be in my treehouse, I could have ruined it all with a single word, and lost my world of trans."

"I saw the shadow leave, and then vanish, into the unseen world.  So I too tried to follow the path. But we could not."

"Look far away, you will see the shadow paused, watching, not yet gone, also invisible to this world."

"But my dear Shanpooh, you have shown courage, and strength, and found my hiding place, this place between two worlds."

"Come", said Shanpooh.  "The protection has returned to the forest, there is promise of hope, it is time for you to come home".

"But the fear", said the Fairy. "If I open my mouth, hearts are broken, feelings hurt.  How can I return?"

The great bear said:

"You are trans.  You are us.  You belong to the forest sweetie, you do not belong alone."

"You will never, ever be alone again."

"Come, let us return to the treehouse."

One step back, and they reentered in the forest world on the tightrope, in the Fairy's core presentation, youthful femininity restored, yet with an added twist.

Stepping back, h'er wings spread to steady h'er very dear Pooh, they returned to the treehouse, now filled with light.

"Who set the table?" asked the stunned family.

"It was the spirit and heart of the forest that did this." said the pooh.

It is the unquenchable fire of the passion of trans.

Sh'e set down h'er candles and incense, lit them all, put up her silks.  Her diamond core vanished from the bed and returned to h'er passionate heart, and she smiled at h'er image in the mirror.

"Come dear one, let us celebrate, a feast for the creatures of the Forest, let us rejoice in our uniqueness, and be free."

Giggles on the wind.  The genderless fairy, the one who changes and is the same, was happy.

Come to the treehouse and dine on the joy of trans, my dears, come feast with me on happiness.

Love to all here, nobody leave, stay and overcome.  --- Satinjoy

Realising the fairy has returned, Kel the dormouse scurries around the forest passing on the news. She then returned to the clearing under the tree house and tidies up her acorn message to the fairy..

'We love you!

Looking out the window, the fairy saw the great cat and older woman heading out of the forest.  With h'er eyes on the unseen world, sh'e also saw the shadow depart completely, now silent, the great sage of the forest has been lost.

With so many tears, sh'e thought no more could come.  But they are.  They just keep coming.

Sh'e turned h'er attention to the dormouse, who makes such a difference with their acorns.

The little things that help.

Perfectly timed.

Sh'e lights a single candle again in the window.

The genderless fairy smiles and floats nearby the treehouse window, giving a tap on the glass. They gave the Fairy a kiss on the cheek and wiped h'er tears away, saying nothing as words weren't needed.

Their open hearts and souls speak to one another, just as every creature in the Unicorn Forest can speak to one another without words. It is a gift, a wonderful gift of freedom and authenticity within us all.

The fairy lifted her head up from the table of trans.  What a night.   They had dined on the meat of trans, the fruit of it, the wine, the bitter herbs, the sweet sugars, all that goes with the tables of trans.   Sh'e thought sh'e would have a picnic some day, where all brought their favorite dish that has the taste of their trans experience, but sh'e was worried nobody would come.  The fairy has thrown parties before in the cisworld and had no one come, the scar of decades ago still has not healed.

Ugggg a hangover from the mushrooms again.  That squirrel is too much.  And those acorns were delicious, soft and tempting and just perfect, they had a special taste to them, it is the taste of innocence and love.

In the corner next to the fire, she heard a muffled sound, and looking over, there they were.  One big gerbil pile of creatures of the forest.  Too funny.  Every imaginable walk of gendered life, some fierce, some fragile, in one little warm fuzzy pile, even the dragons looked happy.  Feasting on the joy of trans, it'll do that if you let it.

Quetly, the Fairy moved to the door of the treehouse, looking out into the forest.

It was time to take a look around, there was something the shadow had told h'er before they left and sh'e wanted to find it.

Sh'e quietly opened her massive, ethereal wings guilded with gold and the rainbow colors of gender, and stepped into the air to soar again to the sky.


---Satinjoy

The fairy looked out into the forest and saw what sh'e thought sh'e would see.  Burnt edges, the stone monuments of the mods edging the forest ever watching, some trying to speak, others worried, others keeping the peace if they could.  All around them were the burnt remnants of the edge of the forest, but there was new growth, flowers growing, the smell of smoke dimly present, but the fresh breeze of new beginnings still there.

Sh'e looked over the edge of the river and saw the bridge that had been attempted by the creatures of the forest to the city, now abandoned, its foundations remaining for another day, another era, one where all could meet in the center of the bridge and celebrate their realities.  But the time has not come, old hurts had burned the bridge, deliberate attempts successful at disrupting the plans of the good of all trans, and some innocent ones falling headlong into the river.

Sh'e shook h'er head.   It was too sad.   History had repeated itself.  Some day, there is another place sh'e would walk, a place filled with the books of the writings of this place, a testimony of those who came, changed, found themselves, and either stayed or moved on.  The forest's history has been both light and darkness, pain and joy, just like all of our journeys.

She looked at the stone statues, noting one missing, one new, sh'e stopped and prayed that they hold the peace, protect the forest as they have been charged to do, keep the ways of the world of trans where all are respected and none are harmed, as we battle for lives in this place that might otherwise be destroyed forever.

Sh'e nodded h'er head to the statues, they know h'er well, they have protected h'er before, in no uncertain terms.

Spreading her beautiful wings, sh'e went out to seek the dark and dangerous path the shadow had told h'er of, the one we all must follow in the end, the one that cannot be escaped....

There is a path deep in the forest all must walk, before finding the path of transition.

It is twisted, it is filled with light and darkness, it is special, unique for us all, shifting as we walk it.  Some walk in circles, some it takes right out of the forest, some it takes deep within to the very heart of trans.

The fairy has walked this path.

At the end of the path sh'e came to a clearing, an old place, a place revered for its ability to change a creature into a new one, a place that many fear to find.

In the center of the clearing was a mirror draped in silk and in cotton, many colors covering it in the cloth that has been weaved by the visitors of this place, all leaving a part of themselves here, for the benefit of others who follow.

The fairy walked to the mirror, and looked at a small stone with a carving next to it.

It simply said "The mirror of Truth.  Look if you dare, and Be."

Sh'e took a deep breath, and pulled the cloth aside.

It was ornate, jeweled on the edges, the center was black, veiled, it was hidden by the darkness of self deception and fear.

But as the fairy stared, deep within, a dot of light was growing....

The fairy faced the mirror of h'er truth, and watched.

She saw the darkness part, and behold, h'er past unfolded, her childhood years, the formation of her soul in the womb predestined to be trans, the hard years, the pain and suffering, the victories, the purges, it was all there before h'er, unreeling itself in fast forward time.

It paused, it had found the time just before sh'e had hit the wall of late transition.  An older man, face lined with exhaustion, male in appearance but haunted by something he could not control, a father, a husband, a son, a warrior in the cis world against addictions and death.  But oh so haunted, oh so gaunt, so lined with stress and fighting both inside and out, and  the fear in his eyes was terrible to see.

The mirror clouded, became fog.  The old man faded into the mists of the mirror.

Time passed.  Help was found.  At the outer edges of the mirror key figures began to appear, the guides, the friends, all talking at once, all saying "this it your truth, this is what you must be".  Some were dark, others light, most were misinformed as they told the fairy of who their truth was supposed to be, but the mirror of truth still showed mist, shot through now with many colors, reds and blacks and fire and light were coming through the mist.

The fairly looked and spoke into the mirror at the many voiced.  "SILENCE", sh'e said.  Some kept on yacking on, some respected the wish, but the static of untruth and truth mixed into unintelligible words kept on at the edges of the mirror.  So it must be, it is the reality of trans.

The mist began to part, and there sh'e was.  The old man was gone, a memory of the past, but still deep within, if you looked long enough at the reflection, he remains, under the skin, in deep places of the mind, and in presentations of convenience that are partial revelations of the truth, to meet the needs of others that do not understand, and can hurt the fairy in h'er core.  He protects that core.

In the mirror sh'e saw more, sh'e saw h'er body as sh'e physically needed to see it now, mid transition on the nectars of hormones, half female, but more so than ever before, change is so gradual.  Sh'e sees the diamond light of the core, deep within the soul, genderless and pure, and outside, sh'e sees the fluidity of social gender, each one of the pieces of h'er truth turning to face the chattering spirits on the edge of the mirror, saying to them "Is this what you need to see, can you handle this part I reveal, does it threaten, does it offend, how much can you see of me....".  Defending the truth of the fairy.

The time became the now, and there was a new change in the mirror.  It became blazing with light and clarity, the truth in this moment of time.  The physical began to blend with the core, the presentations with their components of genderfluid truth also began to merge, the core drew them in.  Sh'e was finally ready, was the fairy, sh'e was ready to be h'er truth, to be authentic to her own self, and then secondly to others and their needs.

And so, the components folded into the firey diamond heart that is the core of Satinjoy the Fairy, and sh'e felt as never before, sh'e rejoiced in h'er transwoman body, sh'e celebrated h'er fluid feelings being free, whatever wanting to express to be there, uncensored and true, sh'e celbrated h'er sensuality and h'er freedom, and h'er understanding of h'er truth.

And armed with a new appreciation of the awesome power of truthful transition, sh'e looked in the mirror, and saw beauty, and the old man was dancing with the beautiful girl before him, a sweet waltz, an invitation to the core, filled with candles and silk and the incense of the scent of our lives, for some it is threatening, for others the smell of victory, others freedom, others terror of the unknown and relentlessness of truth revealed.

The music plays on, the authentic components dance, in a place of total victory and healing, the authenticity of the non binary mtf that found a home in this very special place, the forest of freedom, the joy of the real.

Sh'e would cherish this moment, for in h'er gentle genderqueer presentation to the world, h'er core is always there, free to feel, free to be h'er, regardless of what sh'e allows them to see.

And the dance goes on, forever trans to the core.


Do you dare the Mirror of Truth?  What do you see my dears, what is your reflection telling you?

Tell us what you see in the great mirror of your truth.....

Love to all here, this one is for you my dear Ativan, you led me to this place, and your friendship means so very much to me.

it is a night with no moon.
a dark shadow is running along the darkest path in the forest.
something is chasing, but the shadow is not running away from it.

but the path is long and windy.
up here and down there, around trees, under low branches.
the shadow stumbles and falls while running for its life.
for someone else's life.
but it cannot remember who.
and cannot remember why it has to run.
looking behind, it would realize.
if only the night were not so dark.

somewhere in the depths of the forest, a child sits on its knees in a pond.
the moon is not shining here either, all is so dark, so dark.
tall trees surrond the little clearing where the pond lies, stretching towards the stars, blocking them from view.
a small lamp gives off a weak light. it reveals ripples in the pond as the child's hands search for something on the bottom.
and the tears running down the child's cheek.
the child's sobs are soundless, as if the forest is eating all the sound.

looking for something, but never remembering what.
it has been lost. right here.
tonight it is out of sight.
if only the moon was out, but the sky will stay dark.
the child keeps searching to no avail, for only light can reveal what it is looking for.

the shadow runs and runs.
it shouts soundless shouts, a wordless name which it can't remember.
searching, looking, everywhere.
but nothing is seen in the dark.
the right way cannot be found, the path is shifting at every step taken.

the one who knows the way is following so far behind.
the one who can see the tears of a crying child, hear the cries of despair, will not reach.
not tonight.

but maybe in the morning, the child will see what it's looking for, in the mirror distorted by desperation.
and maybe when it dawns, the unknown will have reached the shadow.
they know each other so well, but all but one have forgotten in the deep moonless night.

A DRAGON OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!! <|8D

...is this too literal? <|:P

If you are asking me what my ideal body would be, it would be a pre-pubescent child with no gentiles or sex characteristics of any kind. Except maybe a micropenis (for peeing). And no nipples.

And while I'm at it, superhuman strength. Athletic build. Tiger stripes. Long, prehensile tail. Y'know, what everyone wants. <|:)

Quote from: lorax on October 16, 2014, 06:56:49 PM
A DRAGON OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!! <|8D

...is this too literal? <|:P

If you are asking me what my ideal body would be, it would be a pre-pubescent child with no gentiles or sex characteristics of any kind. Except maybe a micropenis (for peeing). And no nipples.

And while I'm at it, superhuman strength. Athletic build. Tiger stripes. Long, prehensile tail. Y'know, what everyone wants. <|:)

Like the people on the movie Avatar!

Kel the dormouse scurried around collecting acorns. She feels an undercurrent of happiness and suspects she'll have need of snacks and gifts soon..

The snail has also returned, from the CIScities after making his way through the cold cobblestone streets, and the misty fogged half-light made by the old and rusted street lamps..
The snail's shell has grown 3 rings since last in the forest, and even though still small and immature in the trans worlds shadowy paths and forest sanctuary, he is more self confident and stronger than when he left.

In the snails past weeks journey through the CIScities, some positive experiences still linger in the snails memory, and he feels a spark, wondering if it is the beginning of a bridge of understanding between the two very different worlds.?

The snail remembers one week ago, posting written signs on the lamp poles of the CIScities, telling his story in honesty to the CIScreatures, of his flowing gender that could understand both male and female thoughts and feelings.. While many walked by not taking notice or caring much, some of the CIScreatures did stop, read the message about the snail, and wished him luck in his journey. Some gave the small snail a hug of care, and a few special CIScreatures that the snail had known from his travels into the cities before, told him they loved him, and made him feel like a continued part of they're lives, even though the snails heart was with the creatures in the unicorn forest.

Surprising the snail completely, several CISfriends and well wishers requested the snails advice and wisdom, because they saw him possessing understanding and a unique gift to be compassionate from either side of a problem, either male or female.. The snail was able to help female CIScreatures in relationship problems, and male creatures with depression, even a CISfriend wanting a place to explore her gender issues, who may be among us now...

The snail makes his way back home, looking forward to enjoying the company of the other creatures of the unicorn forest, but for tonight, needs much rest after his long journey..
His dreams as he falls asleep will be of understanding and bridge building with those in the CIScities, something he witnessed in amazement the past week, and drifts off with a sigh, knowing it is possible some day..

guess i could consider the unicorn forest to be in the area to my dark forest

The genderless fairy child flew high into the sky, watching over the forest, smiling and swooping near the mountains that kissed the horizon, as the sun set and night fell, bats swooped out of one of the caves spotted among the mountains and they flew around a large castle, gothic in nature and filled with gothic interior to Brianna's liking.

"You have a home here, Brianna, feel free to write to your soul's content. Express yourself freely...!" The genderless fairy child gave a warm smile and flew off to dive through the clouds.

*bares fangs* careful when flying over. dont need anyone shot down on my doorstep.

The genderless fairy child smiled, "There is no need for violence and fear, dear Brianna, love and acceptance is available all around you. I was once held in the tight grip of darkness, suffocated to near death but now we hold together in a tender embrace of both darkness, light and everything inbetween. Similar to Yin-Yang, if you will..."

"Never fear,  my friend, we give you love and acceptance, the most wonderful gift of unconditional love...!" The child displayed their wings, they were born from love and acceptance within themselves and inspiration of the forest creatures everywhere, for they walk similar paths due to standing under the same beautiful, ever unique transgender umbrella that sparkled like the vast galaxy.

no violence from me. i tend to avoid conflict. its my guards that are jumpy of random visitors.

"Who are the guards protecting you from?" The genderless fairy child asked with a child-like sense of curiosity, "Do you fear hurt and rejection,  dear Brianna?"

no, my guards are my shadows that existed since the dawn of time. they are always with me but not with me. they are apart of me yet not apart of me as i exist within the world but not truly apart. the term "vampire" actually means one who knows and embraces the shadow of reality. shadow is the combination of yin and yang, light and darkness, hope and despair, love and hate. understanding the shadow allows one to understand reality thus allows one to control their own destiny.

Sensing darkness, Kel the dormouse runs towards the pond, dives in and hides amongst the reeds in her leafy sea dragon form..

muhahaha...

is now the time to reveal myself as the ruler of hell (currently on leave)?
maybe not, i'll let that fiend youngling occupy my throne for a while longer.
it's nice to walk the earth as nothing but a shadow,
or a fire that burns all lies and fakes. if that is what is requested.

not so sincerely,
Haughtier than thou


wait, where did that cute little dormouse go...? *glares at thieving pond*

"Ooh dear" Pooh said, "This is scary, I think I'll crawl back in my hollow log and go to sleep!"

oh, that's not good. hibernating already, shanpooh?

Quote from: Taka on October 17, 2014, 08:03:37 AM
oh, that's not good. hibernating already, shanpooh?

Too many scary things, maybe if I go to sleep they will go away. :'(

Quote from: lorax on October 16, 2014, 06:56:49 PM
A DRAGON OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!! <|8D

Nope that's three of us now, and it's not to literal at all... when I came out as enbee friends just said to me that the think of me as H the dragon, cos I am a dragon :)

Quote from: Shantel on October 17, 2014, 08:36:19 AM
Too many scary things, maybe if I go to sleep they will go away. :'(

sootball jumps in with the scared pooh and pats back

Cerys has been hidden, wrapped in her shadow form in the darkness under the forest. Not the darkness of the void, or the silver emptiness of the blade garden, rather a healing darkness. She feels the arrival of a fellow dragon in the skies of the forest far above her and calls a welcome, rousing herself she starts to fly upwards to light and life. The myriad grottos and hidden kingdoms that lie beneath the forest pass through her insubstantial form. She smiles thinking of The Shadow and the place they call home, she calls to them, and hearing an echo of herself in their thoughts changes the path of her upward flight.

At the side of the forest pool, a dark mist starts to rise from the earth, gaining momentum until it becomes a vortex of shadow. The Shadow smiles at the obvious fear of the other forest creatures, they alone know what is happening as it was they who called Cerys here. As suddenly as it began, the vortex is gone, leaving Cerys stood there in her human dragon form. She smiles warmly, lest the other forest creatures think she is a threat and raising her voice in welcome beats her wings once and powers into the sky.

this vampire turns away and walks back into the dark fortress. suddenly turning around, an arrow flew right past, cutting the vampire *baring fangs and claws* "omg, stop flinging arrows. one just cut me!*

"What arrows?" The genderless fairy child smiled, holding a small Nerf gun in their hand, they had modified it with glitter heart stickers. They clicked the gun and several harmless foam bullets that bounced off the vampire's body, "Accept the love, Brianna!!! Pew, pew, pew!" They giggled and hid behind a bush.

raising a hand, this vampire summons 3 wolves "here, go play tag with these guys. they've been itching to get out for exercise"

not enough kats in here...

a lone ball of soot jumps onto the pack leader's head and tickles its ear.

the vampire raise a hand and summons 3 black tigers. "there you go. just be careful"

a shadow throws itself around the nearest tiger's nech and swirls it away to a cave to cuddle.

the sootball is a little started, and kind of worried to be left alone with the big wolves.

sings in the night than suddenly the waters rise in cascade and begin to form into what appears to be a large dragon. "i got bored so imma just play with water. dont feel like playing with fire right now"

finishing a book and out of boredom, this vampire decides to descend into the city bellow. " hey, has anyone seen my raven. cant seem to find him anywhere" of course the 2 shadow guards follow much to the annoyance of the vampire. talking to the guards " just dont cause trouble. i dont feel like dealing with the locals again"

The genderless fairy child swooped the sootball into their arms and placed them on a branch of a nearby tree, patting its head gently before flying off into the sky.

Their colorful wings hummed as the child flew through the air, they took a deep breath and disappeared into a small rocky cave that led deep beneath the ground, towards the shimmering lake that reflected the vast, peaceful galaxy. This was their safe place to relax and look deep within themselves. Privacy was important to them, it allowed them to reflect on their deepest and perhaps, the darkest parts of their core.

They approached a mirror, twisted metal and rocks framing it against the wall within the cave. Without hesitating, the child peered into their Mirror of Truth.

Their reflection was murky and it faded to black, a young girl walked into view, her hands against the mirror, her words were muffled but from the way her lips were moving, the child could see she was begging and screaming for, "Help! Somebody help me!" Her cries went unheard, the child was ashamed of this but kept watching. The rules and pressure from society held its heavy weight on the girl, she also disliked her female body because it felt wrong... she did not desire having children, she saw no reason to receive periods, she saw no reason for sex or to have breasts. The girl clutched onto her chest, crying and her body burst into flames, the darkness eating away at her body, eating her will to live...

A shining light appeared from above, the light washing away the flames, the girl was left with burns, scars that would never heal but the light gave her hope, a will to live... it was the light of being trans. The girl had foolishly picked the wrong light within the trans umbrella... but she was happy, being a boy meant fighting the darkness that gripped her as a girl. She was seen smiling as she changed into he.

He was confident, full of life and happy. He charged at life with great purpose. Slowly, it began to dawn on him, the pressures and rules surrounding males were no better than the pressures and rules surrounding females. He realized passing as male was painful, relationships failed because he refused to be a carbon-copy of "stereotypical sexist cis-guy", he refused to cave in to the pressure and rules that dictate how he should act or live. Living as a male was a trigger for dysphoria, just as living as a female did. He knew he wanted a flat chest but he was once adamant on having complete bottom surgery, doubt began to creep in.

He looked deep within himself, searched the memories of his and hers... desperately searching, the answer, their truth had to be somewhere... The girl's thoughts of not wanting her female parts... yes, that's it...! She thought being male would be better than being female, that if she hated being female so much, that being male must be the answer... ahh, that binary way of thinking. He told her that disliking being female does not necessarily mean she desires to be male. It means she simply desires to be sexless, devoid of sexual characteristics altogether. 

The girl and the boy both cried together, they wept and wept and wept... They both had made mistakes but they did not regret the choices they made, all they can do is move forward and make the changes they can make now...

They both looked at the genderless child on the other side of the mirror, the girl and boy merged into one, becoming the genderless child's reflection. Their truth...was painful but it was beautiful. It served as their purpose to keep moving forward... The child smiled and whispered, "Thank you... you two have sacrificed so much for me, I will not let your sacrifice be in vain. We will be happy together! We may smile on the outside and frown on the inside due to how the body looks but one day, we shall smile both outside and inside the day our body mirrors our truth... until then, please hold on!"

The child leaned forward and kissed their reflection, cuddling the mirror, "It will be okay... we are survivors, we have come too far to give up now." They smiled, their reflection smiled back to them in response.

"i feel like playing the role of evil villain for once" with an evil smile, the vampire raises a hand. suddenly the sky turned back and the sound booming. the sky starts to crackle with immense energy. than after a few seconds, several bolts of lightning fire hitting the ground "hmmm, now lets play. always wanted to try to. no pain, just been cooped up, my power has become a little rusty. need the exercise" the shadow guards appear, raises their tridents and starts firing several balls of dark energy "sry town's people. forgive me" the vampire points a finger and bombards the town with devastating power, almost turning the landscape to ash. after the fireworks, the vampire followed by the guards, ascend back into the dark forest, with the vampire's evil laughter fading into the haze " i should get out more. that was....kinda fun" with an evil grin, showing 2 pointy fangs

The genderless fairy child shook their head in disappointment, "Brianna, I welcomed you to the forest to encourage exploring yourself, not to play a game. It was fun at first but now it is boring. You do not need to play a role of being a villain, you just need to be yourself."

"Are you brave enough to peer into your Mirror of Truth, Brianna?" The question is asked but will it be answered...? Will the lonely vampire muster the courage to peer into their truth...?

One can only pray... and hope...

Kel the leafy sea dragon emerges from the pond and reverts to her dormouse form. She looks around, sniffs the air and makes a choice. She uses her stored acorns to leave a message in the clearing..

Be happy, be well and thank you..

Suddenly a phoenix rises from the clearing, flying straight up above the tree tops, where it vanishes without a sound.

upset, the vampire walks to the middle of the forest and stabs the staff into the ground " i'll leave it here. the gem contains my power. succumbed to the last bit i had left." turning away, the vampire takes one final look and walks away " i'll be back for it another day. i still have meditating to do. i shall take my leave for now" with that, the vampire vanishes along with the dark fortress.

The genderless fairy child frowned, as predicted, the young vampire had given up far too soon. A common trait but one that can be changed with time, effort and finding love within oneself with the support of many forest creatures here. Fear surrounded them, unwilling to let the vampire open their heart to the light... the light will not burn them as the notion that sunlight burns vampires to their death. Light and happiness will not cause your death, it is the sign of your rebirth, dear Brianna. I am sorry that you cannot see that but one day, without a doubt, you will on your own accord. I assure you, you will find love and acceptance within yourself like many others here have... 

The vampire speaks of the shadow, a balance between light and darkness - but how can one claim such balance when the darkness is their only solace...? How can the shadow help you understand reality when you cannot see the light and refuse to look deep within yourself when given the opportunity to do so...? Is it that scary to gaze into your Mirror of Truth...?

Resorting to fantasy will lead to chaos in terms of understanding your reality. Destiny is well within your reach, dear Brianna, the last of your power is not within your staff, that is just a piece of metal, the power is within your body - you.

You, just like every creature here, have the power to control your life and your destiny. Do not be afraid.

"Who's gonna fight for what's right
Who's gonna help us survive
We're in the fight of our lives
(And we're not ready to die)

Who's gonna fight for the weak
Who's gonna make 'em believe
I've got a hero (I've got a hero)
Livin' in me

I'm gonna fight for what's right
Today I'm speaking my mind
And if it kills me tonight
(I will be ready to die)"
- "Hero" by Skillet

Circling lazily in the sky, Cerys wonders where the other dragon went. Her time in the darkness, followed by all this activity has left her feeling hungry, and her lazy circles become more measured as she starts to hunt. Her flight takes her to the distant edges of the forest and towards the world of cis and it is there that she spies her prey. Falling from the sky like a copper thunderbolt she knocks the pizza planet delivery truck on its side and casually tears the roof off with her razor sharp claws.

"Oh, perperroni with long pig sashimi on the side! My favourite!"

A blur of wings and the fairy streaked after the Phoenix, confused as to what was happening in he'r beloved forest.  She had seen the genderless fairy and their painful truth, the other creatures too who found their truths in the forest, daring to reveal themselves in ways impossible elsewhere.  The forest had changed, strange thoughts had taken root, old deceptions returning.  And some think it a toy, this truth in this place, but many know the importance of it, the power of it, it is a way to speak not taken lightly here.

She flies high and fast, she is protective of the dormouse, they touched her heart.

Be wise, my dear ones, the forest is rare, and easily lost.  Our warriors were wounded, some are gone, we must see clearly, passing on that entrusted to us for the good of trans.  We are as rare as the unicorn, we must endure, preserve, and live true.

Blessings and

Satinjoy

The snail finds Kel's acorns, and smiles remembering sitting by the pools with the other creatures, warm and safe well into the night...
He saves a few for future nourishment, then follows her regretably towards the horizon..

The phoenix glides in huge, silent circles over the forest, watching, waiting. She sees the snail and smiles as he finds the acorn and then frowns as she sees him leaving, so she swoops down and says, 'Please don't leave the Forest, not on my account, for I will return...

a tiny little sootball tumbles down from the brach that the genderless fairy child had put it on.
it bounces around a little, looking for something it can't find because it doesn't know what it really needs.
sootball wants to fix things. it's not big enough to do that, not powerful in any way like the shadow or the eagle.
but those two don't know enough compassion. the stupid things who don't even know how to comfort a child in distress.
or this time a dormouse.

the ball of soot chitters and chatters, words that none can understand, but in a strict voice. one that is telling people that they're behaving irresponsibly, and doing things wrong.
seems like it isn't really talking to any of the other creatures in the forest.
no, it's ranting. about the useless shadow who only comes by when things are fun.
and the stupid eagle who never is useful for anything when it really matters.

but suddenly it gets an idea. fire!
bouncing and rolling and scurrying around, it finally manages to make a tiny pile of dry grass and twigs.
burnt out ashes trying to make more fire. that's a most ridiculous idea, but this time it's needed.
after all that hard work, the sootball finally can breathe out. a tiny deep sigh, before getting out tiny pieces of flint and steel.
it couldn't find matches.
but anyone who's tried making fire with flint and steal should know it's not all too easy unless they're on a lighter.
sootball tries and tries, sitting almost inside the pile of grass and twigs. hitting flint almost furiously against steel.
and suddenly soot is on fire! as well as twigs and grass.
a surprised "meep" is let out when sootball realizes blowing out oneself is a little more difficult than it had ever thought it would experience.


out of the darkness dancing around the small fire, a shadow takes form.
amused it is, at the tiny one's feverish attempts to mend.
soot and fire and freshly burnt ashes are picked up.
the shadow blows on it. the fire burns brighter, much brighter than before.
and out of it flies burning soot with bat-like wings, surprise written in its clumsy flaps in the air.
but the fire dies soon, as dawn takes over the night.

the shadow pokes its new creation, wings made out of ashes so the sootball can fly.
you always wanted this, didn't you?

soot tumbles in the air, pleased to see it can keep itself together, thrilled by the new wings.
it only takes moments to get the hang of it, and soon the funny ball has found the phoenix.
franticaly flapping, zigzaging left and right like a black snitch, it dances around the fiery bird, inviting it to stay and play.

Cerys circles the pheonix, calling in greeting. If you want company on your journey, I can stay a spell :)

the sooty snitch tumbles down a few feet in surprise before it recognizes the big friendly dragon that was playing with its demon not long ago.
with a little extra effort, it flapped its way up to cerys, struggling to keep up with its swift circling, and landed on the dragon's head.

"Hello sootball!"

the sootball giggles, thrilled and half scared.
"hello dragon," it chitters in a tiny voice that is stolen away by the wind, and pats the dragon on top of the head with an ashen wing while deperately clinging to the scales with its feet and other wing.

'Sootball! Cerys! it is lovely to finally speak with you. I'm just here flying around slowly, waiting.'

What are you waiting for? Do you want us to wait with you? No one should wait on there own for stuff

The fairy was not far behind them all, and noted h'er precious sootball flying up to the firey ones of the forest. 


Oh oh.

Wasn't the sootball's ass on fire?

Does it have one?

The fairy catches up in h'er whir of wings, sneaking up on Cerys, the wild one of the forest, wild and true of heart, one of the most fun and most fierce

Sh'e sneaks quietly behind them on gentle fairy wings.

And pulls the dragon's tail.

Oh Oh now what is going to happen....

Cerys squeaks in surprise, causing sootball to jump. Turning carefully so not to dislodge her tiny passenger she sees the grinning fairy. She grins back thinking "two can play at that game" and then blows a gigantic smoke ring at h'er.

The phoenix stops her circling and dives toward the dragon, seemingly aiming right for the dragon in full flight.. As the phoenix's beak tip touches the dragon, Kel the dormouse appears in a flash of colour and scampers up to the sootball and chatters happily..

The fairy flew through the smoke ring, once again proving that you may have to jump through hoops to be trans.

She grabs an acorn and tosses it high...

Can you roast that? 

With perfect timing Cerys sends a minute jet of flame to delicately caress the falling acorn. The dormouse and sootball riding on her head look on in anticipation. The acorn however is having none of it and flies through the flame looking completely unscathed.

"Damn" swears the dragon, and her two tiny passengers feel her draw breath, ready to give the acorn what for. Just as she is about to give it a fiery rebirth, there is an audible pop and a popacorn is tumbling though the air. The fairy swoops in to grab it as Cerys desperately tries to hold back the flame she has summoned forth. She hiccoughs once, twice and for a third and final time. As the fairy swoops back to her original position, the great dragon sneezes, sending out a great cloud of sooty smoke and red flame.

No one is hurt, but everyone gets covered in soot.

"Sorry everyone."

Smoke rising from her hair the fairy laughed and tossed another into the air, not realizing that she now had shaped eyebrows that glow in the dark...

From the seemingly endless display of trees in the forest, a mischievous similar laughter of a young boy was heard. A blur of black shifted behind and around the surrounding trees, a similar energy of excitement radiating from his body.

He jumped into the sky, their long tendril tail following behind him. His skin was as black as the most precious onyx, his eyes crimson and his flowing shoulder-length hair glowing silver. His dark body was naked, save for a loincloth covering his nether regions from wandering eyes. His elvish ears twitched, his curved horns hugged above them. Was he a demon? An elf? Drow? Who knows...! This boy did not care much for labels.

"Just call me Echelon, or Ech/Echy for short!" He speaks. A grin appeared on the boy's face, he twirled upwards and harnessed his air energy to spiral the acorn much higher, hoping to encourage Cerys to display more of her magnificent aiming skills as a dragon.

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(I forgot to add his horns, will edit this accordingly!)

sootball squeels in delight as the dormouse is sooted black almost in the same moment it settles on the cerys dragon, and chit chatters a joyful greeting.

suddenly another black child arrives. looks like genderless fairy child, but it is a boy.
odd... sootball squints its eyes playfully suspiciously at the new arrival.

it says it's ecchi for short!
sootball's demon likes ecchi, but wait... sooty boy doesn't really look very ecchi even with just a loincloth.
hmm...
taking a careful look at the writing, sootball decides it only heard it wrong.

"hi echy!" it squeeks, hoping the words can be heard at a little distance.

The wood elf stood alone, a distant figure on the western edge of the forest.  Turning towards the place of their birth and almost a thousand human years of much joy and pain they smiled and whispered a blessing on the fairy and the spirits that now flourished in this leafy and most blessed of holy places.  Then with a smile and a fresh spring in their step they faced the western horizon to begin their long and final journey to their eleven homeland across the western sea.  Perhaps if they took the secret paths they may even catch their oldest friend, the shadow.  Their company would be a comfort indeed.  Talk would be largely unnecessary.  Just being with the servant of the Unicorn Forest for part of this, their greatest quest, would be blessing enough.

[OutOfCharacter]I hope no one minds me joining in - I can never resist good old fashioned Role Play! :D *Gets out her D20's* :laugh:  Also I hope this character isn't too off-theme.  Let me know if it is I can always adjust ;)[OutOfCharacter]

The fog hangs thick in the cold October night on the outskirts of the forrest.  Frost glistens on the sparse grass of the wastelands, almost in defiance of the total absence of light.  Silence.  Cold, dead silence permeates the air, the fog drowning out any distant noise that may not even be there.

Out of nowhere, the silence is broken with the sound of heavy flapping.  The fog eddies and swirls as thunderous crash is heard.  The ground trembles softly but menacingly, dislodging the frost from some of the grass blades.  The source of the disturbance is all but obscured by the near-solid air, all apart from a faint, unearthly pinkish-white glow.  A few moments pass before the deathly silence is once again broken - this time by slow, labouring footsteps, and the distinct clanking of ancient armour.

A figure slowly emerges from the dense air.  Seemingly human in shape.. perhaps a female, but who can tell?  Are those wings, or is the crystalline air playing tricks with the light?  Something is wrong.. the figure appears to be.. "limping".  Yes, limping, that's definitely it.  Her silhouette becomes sharper - more defined against the darkness as she emerges from the fog and into the gentle, welcoming glow emanating from the edge of the forrest.  A female, clad in armour older than time itself.  She's hunched forward, one hand clutched across her stomach and dripping in a dark liquid, the other dragging a large and impossibly ornate sword inscribed with ancient runes covering the full length of the blade along the ground.  Large, majestic black feathered wings spew from her back and fold over each of her sides like those of a bird of prey protecting their young, and her peroxide-blonde hair streaked violently with neon purple and pink is tied back into a pair of thick and unnaturally long pigtails.  Her icy-blue eyes glint in playful rivalry with the ground frost as she wearily glances up at the inviting place before her.  The same dark liquid on her hand can be seen almost entirely obscuring a whole half of her face.  As she straightens up slightly, deep gashes and heavy dents become clearly visible in her armour.  Part of one of the shoulder pads is heavily smashed and bearly hanging on, and the wrist guard on the arm clutching her stomach has suffered a similar fate.  She takes in the scene before her.

"..So, this is it..?" she says in a well spoken British accent to the silent darkness.  "..this is the place 'they' didn't want me to find?  This is what all the fuss has been about..?"  She scoffs in amusement as the absurdity of the situation dawns on her.

Without warning, two new entities apparate either side of the ailing figure. Floating in mid-air just off her shoulders, and no bigger in size than a large hand.  Both are feminine in appearance.  One is wearing a blue, pixie-like dress, with blonde pigtails and beautifully decorated translucent blue butterfly-shaped wings which flap delicately but in total defiance of her floating motion in the air, clearly demonstrating that it's not her wings holding her up.  Sparse blue points of light dance gently around her, giving a distinct glow.  The other is wearing a black corset with blood-red trim.  Her waist is covered by a heavy red armoured skirt with dark black leather plating layered on top. Dark red-tinted hair hangs straight down from her head and flows over her shoulders, and fiery red eyes peer out from underneath the fringe.  Jet black wings adorned with sharp, claw-like protrusions and darker than night itself sprout from her back, and are more bird-like than the other's wings.

In spite of her clearly vulnerable condition, the female doesn't flinch at the appearance of these new entities, as if she was expecting them somehow.

"..I'm glad you two made it.." the woman says to the entities in a pained but welcoming voice.  The entities hug the woman affectionately, before recoiling in shock as they realise she is heavily wounded.  They begin to chatter in a quiet and unfamiliar tongue, but the woman seems to understand what they are saying and smiles wearily at the conversation.  The two beings quickly dart around to her various wounds.  The blue one tugs gently but ineffectually at the woman's arm clutching her stomach.  With a flash of grimace across her face, she slowly pulls her arm away to reveal heavily smashed armour and a gaping wound pouring black blood.  "..heh, yeh, he got me pretty good with that damned hammer of his.." she says to the little creature, a somewhat perverse smile of pleasure creeping across her face.  The blue entity shakes her head in disapproval, before proceeding to enact some strange, unworldly magic to heal the open wound as the other proceeds to clean up the face.  After a few moments, their work is done, and the two small beings float back to admire their handy work.

The woman slowly stands up straight, holding her head up high - both in pride, and relief from the immeasurable pain she had felt only moments earlier.  "Wonderful job as always ladies" she says as she smiles lovingly at the two little creatures.  They both curtsy in appreciation as the woman proceeds to stretch her wings out to their full, awe-inspiring size.  She flaps gently with a playful smirk on her face, blowing the two little ones back slightly.  They fight back, and barrel into her broken shoulder pads on either side, clinging on as if their lives depended on it.  The woman laughs, finally sheathing her ancient sword and kisses them both softly in turn, before helping them right themselves to sit fully on her shoulders.

Dawn breaks, and the fog begins to clear.  The trio of winged females look up at the forrest in front of them.  Above the canopy, they see a dragon and what appears to be a fairy and some other creatures playing.  "Such innocence" the woman remarks lovingly, "perhaps the demons won't find us here.  Perhaps this place will be safe from the eternal war".  They watch for a while, before the blue entity starts chattering in the woman's ear.  "Oh" the woman says, "you think we should go say 'hi'?" The two smaller entities nod their heads enthusiastically, and the woman grins playfully.  "Well then, let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?".  And with that, she spreads her wings, and with a deafening and thunderous 'WOOSH', takes flight to intercept the dragon and their friends with the two smaller beings clinging on for dear life.

[OutOfCharacter]Hows that for an intro?  Did I do it right? :D ♥︎*Hugs*♥︎[OutOfCharacter]

Cerys spies the acorn the Echy has sent spinning into the air, learn from her past mistake, she spins a delicate wreath of flame round it. With a delicate pop it's toasted and the popacorn drifts back to ground. Bugling a note of triumph she does a victory roll, only remembering mid roll that she has passengers when they both squeak in surprise. Fortunately both sootball and Kel the dormouse were paying more attention than Cerys and we holding on tight. As Cerys rights herself they both start chattering and pointing at the trio of winged figures rising to meet them.

"oh who could this be?"

standing at the edge, looking in at all the creatures of the unicorn forest, the vampire stares at the moon, contemplating, wondering, why the vampire returned, if the vampire should take the dive again or go back to the dark forest. with a sigh, the vampire begins to whisper "i left here because i didnt know. what if i mess up again this time. should i give myself a second chance?" with only the 3 shadows to protect the vampire from during the day time, a few wolves and night elves , the vampire begins to walk away again, pauses turns around and pauses again, slow turns back to the dark forest and starts walking back to the place where all things go to disappear. suddenly the vampire trips over something. the vampire looks down and finds a silver flute with a shiny red ribbon, it kinda looks like the horn of a unicorn. the vampire tries to play it but no sound came out. after some time, the vampire shed a tear which drops on top the horn. the horn starts to glow, summoning a unicorn. baffled by the presence of a beast of grace and purity, the vampire stood face to face. sudden the creature spoke in a song like. "what is it you wish for, wingless lost one?" unable to answer, the unicorn smiled and spoke again, "i see you still dont know, but that is to be expected. i shall give you your wings so you may fly, but for now, go play your melody and once you find out what your heart wants and needs, use the horn to summon me again and i shall hear you and come to you." with that, the creature leaped back into the forest, leaving the newly winged vampire in silence. the vampire leaped with their following creatures and circles the forest, wondering if the vampire should land or fly back.

I am the wind, I speak softly to those who listen. I can be warm and gentle, or cold and harsh. I dance through the trees and play in the leaves - unseen and ever present.

(omg, why didn't I see this post before? )
^_^

The fairy is dancing in there in the sky, and sees the wounded one's approach, more than one...She sees her woodelf walking  and is puzzled.  Always emotional she worries, but the instincts of the forest prevail.

She will not drive them away, the one who searches for their core, the other an unknown warrior, even as the fairy can be.

Grace and beauty are here, pain and joy...read our history and find the keys to the forest and your core, this is indeed the place of the unicorn, preserve it, and be free.

The wind blows gently, who knows where it goes, the forest waits, holding its breath.

A fresh start for the vamp, and New ones from the wilderness, let's see where it goes.

Keep the ways of the forest my dears, look at its history, and make yours...

sensing dawn coming, the vampire fold's in their wings and dives into the center of the forest. the vampire walks to the spot where they placed their staff. sensing something, the vampire raced through the words to the spot. looking in the middle, the vampire sees a sword. "what happened here? when i left, i placed my staff here, so why did it change into a sword?" walking over, the vampire sees a gem on the hand end. "i see, my gem regained its color." feeling a vibration, the vampire pulls out the unicorn's horn, which is now glowing again. the vampire suddenly remembers the melody and begins to play. sudden the sword lifts into the air. "whats going on here?" looking around the forest, the vampire's creatures appear. with a half smile, the vampire beckons the creatures over and huddles under the sword's protection, and with a single tear, the vampire whispers to the creatures "i love you forever",  and with that the vampire folded their dragon-raven wings around them and they all fell into a deep sleep.

The fairy was pleased and smiled at the creatures sleeping in a tent of a young heart that searches for itself.

She sees the snail on the edge....oh that naughty fairy.

Quickly she flies to her treehouse, and opens the bottom drawer of her lingerie wardrobe, where she had out grown delicious things due to the tree of hormones and it's nectar.

She finds something ...

And silently flies to the sleeping snail.

Moment of decorating, and the naughty one rose into the air to watch.

What did she do to the snail that grants wishes, innocent one of the forest?

She smiles, her dreams are becoming real...

Blessings

Satinjoy

one of the vampire's dark sprites awoke to the sound of rustling in the woods. she quietly slipped of of her master's wings and leaped into the air. she knew she had to find the one thing that would awaken her master. the sprite flew and flew and flew, until she found it. ruins, 10 of them. she pulled out the horn and played a melody. the ruins began to glow, but the center ruin was still silent. she knew if the center ruin would glow, than her master would finally awaken so the little sprite kept playing and playing but the ruin would not glow. saddened, the little one flew back only to see her others awake but her master still asleep. she called out to the forest, "what can i do? my master is still a sleep? what can i do to awaken my master for i miss my master so very much." waiting for an answer, the vampire's creatures huddled around the sleeping vampire, all crying, unable to do anything.

keep it gender revealing,the thread is a serious one although we play with each other, look for the truth you are trying to reveal.  The power of this thread is we reveal things about ourselves and our genders we can't say well elsewhere.  Many are very sensitive about it, and I do appreciate everyone's efforts to be respectful, to have fun, and to reveal their hearts, without complicating it with rules or getting so serious that we lose the meaning.

So please have fun, look at past posts here there are some amazing ones, and see what you can bring in turn to enrich our understanding of living trans in the Nonbinary forest.

Many thanks....

Satinjoy

From a small but growing puff of dust far down the path that leads from the CIS realm, the snail makes his way slowly back home deep into the cool forest, packed with bags on his shell, from the far away CIS cities where he was buying stock and herbs for his secret potions..

The snail snarls with a tiny voice at the vampire and dragons, being afraid they're huge feet and claws might crush him, then laughs to himself, as he remembers a secret magical potion he knows how to make from his herbs and age old bubbling liquids he keeps, that could turn them all into flying mosquitos buzzing around the trees, in constant fear of being swatted, or falling into a spiders snare..

He thinks back to his days shopping in the CIS cities, and is troubled by his thoughts there.? The snail passed many storefronts there, as usual, but felt a strange attraction this trip, one he'd rarely felt before.? The snail was mysteriously attracted more than usual to the feminine things in the windows, colorful beautiful things that filled the shops he walked past.. The snail actually bought a few small trinkets from the shops, but hid them at the bottom of his bags, not wanting them to be discovered.. The tiny snail felt odd thinking about them, but was excited and intrigued to admire them once back home, within the safety and privacy of the unicorn forest..

[OutOfCharacter]

Quote from: Satinjoy on October 21, 2014, 11:48:21 AM
keep it gender revealing,the thread is a serious one although we play with each other, look for the truth you are trying to reveal.  The power of this thread is we reveal things about ourselves and our genders we can't say well elsewhere.  Many are very sensitive about it, and I do appreciate everyone's efforts to be respectful, to have fun, and to reveal their hearts, without complicating it with rules or getting so serious that we lose the meaning.

So please have fun, look at past posts here there are some amazing ones, and see what you can bring in turn to enrich our understanding of living trans in the Nonbinary forest.

Many thanks....

Satinjoy

Acknowledged ;)  Abstract metaphor is ok though, right?  I hope so because I like using lots of it lol :P ♥︎*Hugs*♥︎
[./OutOfCharacter]



The woman ascends into the dawn sky, the scars from the recent battle still fresh and tender, her two small passengers still clinging on.  The creatures of the forrest have seen them approaching, curiosity burning bright in their eyes.  "Go on girls," the woman says to her two small friends, "show them our song!".

The entities break off, immediately falling behind the winged woman.  In a sharp burst of light, they transform into small blue and red fireballs, which rocket up past her and on to greet the flying creatures of the forrest.  They look startled for a moment, concerned perhaps that this is some kind of attack.  Fears that are quickly put to rest as the two small meteors reach the ensemble and begin spiralling around each in turn playfully, giving off a pleasant and heavenly cacophony of sound as they do.  They seem particularly attracted to the dragon, likely due to its large and iridescent aura.

The winged woman smiles as she continues to approach at her somewhat slower pace, but suddenly becomes conscious of something.  The resonance from the song is somehow.. "different".. from normal.  Different in a way that defies the ancient teachings.  It's a good different, a different that strikes a deeper chord in the strings of the soul, but it shouldn't be, not according to everything she's learned.  The woman looks down, and realises the obvious truth - "It's the forrest.." she whispers quietly to herself, intrigued by the new emotions washing over her.  "The forrest is changing the resonance... how interesting..!"  She feels an energy she's never felt before surge up inside her, a sense of freedom she never believed was possible.  Memories of the eternal battlefield faded and - for a while at least - were all but forgotten.  Everything felt like it was in phase.  For the first time since she could remember, everything just felt *right*.  But how could this be?  This defies all conventional wisdom.  Could the old ways be.. *wrong*?

She pressed on with renewed vigour, and quickly came to join the main group.  As she came up level with them, she flew in a huge circle around the group at an almost impossible speed, showing off some of her impressive flying skills as she did so.  The two balls of fire joined her, and the whole display seemed to make some of the creatures a little woozy, which amused the winged girls a little.  Finally, they made a full circle and pulled level to properly greet the group.  The two smaller entities landed back on the woman's shoulders, their fiery cloaks evaporating into thin air as they did so.

"Well hi there!" The woman said enthusiastically.  "Do you mind if we join you?"

The snail was watching the winged women, mesmerized by the flying flaming balls and transformations he saw. Welcome he said, you certainly are an amazing creature.! Are there other creatures anywhere near he asked, taking advantage of the flying woman's ability to see far in all directions from high above the trees almost touching the clouds.?

I'm feeling hungry the snail says, and he must constantly search for food.. The snail also hungers for knowledge and understanding about himself, and his floating gender and interest in all things both male and female..

Believing that his answers are here in the unicorn forest somewhere, and that all of the creatures here have magical insights and thoughts to share, that will make the snail feel more whole and complete, he waits.... Hoping to find answers soon...

with a will to give the world a second chance, the vampire finally awakens as the tenth ruin glows. the vampire looks around and see's their creatures, who are jumping and howling with joy. with a smile, the vampire leaps into the air and grabs their newly formed sword. with this sword, the vampire shall cut through the barrier that block them, and finally fly higher until they reach the edge of the world. the vampire spreads their wings, which have now gained a shiny new coat of black. they than run through the woods along with the following creatures. the 3 wolves have now become 3 hunters and the 3 sprites have now become maidens. running and running faster and faster, the vampire flaps their wings and took flight. "what will i see since i've been asleep. what new things will i encounter and what new worlds will i discover." with that, the vampire flies higher and higher along side the creatures, who now took on the parts of the vampire's soul. one day they will become one being again, but that is left to be discovered for the forest still awaits to answer the vampire's one and only true wish.

Kel the dormouse sees the snail return and chatters happily..  She runs off to her stash and grabs a nice acorn for the snail.. With the acorn in her mouth, she scampers across to the snail and presents the acorn to the snail with a bow.. She sees the snail has changed some and smiles..

i m not non binary , but can i be a "dead" dark rotten tree in a corner of the world where nones comes  surouded by torns , tree that was flooded with toxic waste (but maybe it was her that made it come)and a bit toxic to the life around her,  with  just little "life" left inside trying to rekindle herself   , as she was before, a regular tree amongst others  ,but lost and in despair at times to the task before her , yet with time maybe it might work .

The fairy chuckled... evidently the snail did not realize what she put on their shell...

And she wanted to thank the genderless one for encouraging her to stay in the wonderful unicorn forest, home of the androgyne and the free spirits of trans, celebratory of the unique and seekers of truth and the authentic.

She looks at the snail, hoping she did not offend.  That was some hot stuff there, would the genderless fairy go after it?   Bet it would fit and it would steam up the place.

Oh the joy of flying free, living trans, living true.

Quote from: Sosophia on October 21, 2014, 04:45:14 PM
i m not non binary , but can i be a "dead" dark rotten tree in a corner of the world where nones comes  surouded by torns , tree that was flooded with toxic waste (but maybe it was her that made it come)and a bit toxic to the life around her,  with  just little "life" left inside trying to rekindle herself   , as she was before, a regular tree amongst others  ,but lost and in despair at times to the task before her , yet with time maybe it might work .

Perhaps the tree can revive here.  Rest in this place, see how the winds of trans move you, heal.

sitting on top of a tree, the vampire pulls out the horn the forest gave to them. the vampire begins to play, but the melody seemed sad this time. the vampire's hunters and maidens sat at the bottom of the tree. they looked sad. the echoing sound of the melody played throughout the area. the moon above looked like it was crying to. suddenly, a glowing white light appeared and began to speak. "why are you so said winged one". the vampire speaks in a sad tone, "i miss my home. a place i once knew but longed forgot. a place i could fly all day without fearing that i may turn to ash." saddened still, the vampire began to play again, but the melody was softer this time. more lights appeared and started to dance in a circle. the vampire stopped playing and watched the lights around them. the white light spoke again, "i shall now give you a gift." a pendent appears and drops around the vampire's neck. "this necklace is one of 7 gifts that will help you find what you are looking for. " the lights disappear living the vampire to ponder. "i think i get it now, but for now, i will continue to search." with that, the vampire leaps into the air, their wings shiner than ever and heads north under the moon's watchful eye. the 3 hunters now gained  the flying horses, Pegasus, and the 3 maidens have become mermaids.

A refreshing night breeze sweeps over the warm forest floor,  dances through the thorned defences of the dark worn tree to say hello with a silent welcoming hug.

the winged one and the following ones sit on a cliff. they 're waiting for something. than the lights appear again. " its time you fly out of these uninhabited parts of the forest and met the others. maybe there you'll find another clue." the vampire smiles at the guide and spreads their wings and dives down, than flaps the powerful wings, slicing the watars as they all take flight, heading towards the other side. the vampire chuckles, " wonder what beings i will met on the other side. hopefully i can find a clue." the sun begins to rise so to hurry, the vampire chants and turns into a fast moving black ball, rushing to get to a place to sleep on the other side.

Quote from: Satinjoy on October 21, 2014, 06:20:05 AM
The fairy was pleased and smiled at the creatures sleeping in a tent of a young heart that searches for itself.

She sees the snail on the edge....oh that naughty fairy.

Quickly she flies to her treehouse, and opens the bottom drawer of her lingerie wardrobe, where she had out grown delicious things due to the tree of hormones and it's nectar.

She finds something ...

And silently flies to the sleeping snail.

Moment of decorating, and the naughty one rose into the air to watch.

What did she do to the snail that grants wishes, innocent one of the forest?

She smiles, her dreams are becoming real...

Blessings

Satinjoy

The snail feels bad for not seeing this before, his journeys into the CIScities often cause him to miss the important events happening in the forest.

But how could the snail have not noticed the naughty fairies surprises left during his sleep? In his hurry to travel, he must have not looked into the shiny stone he often checks his reflection in.

Now the snail realizes that the fairy's naughty surprises and decorations are the reason the snail felt so different in the city, strangely attracted to beautiful female things that he could not explain.?

Being thankful and happy his friend thought of him, the snail goes to his hiding place, and pulls out a shiny silk scarf he had gotten in the cities, and he gave it to the fairy for theyre kindness.. He also presented a special wish for them, that can be used at anytime and forever..

The snail runs back to Kel the doormouse, as he is still hungry, and they both sit by the pools as the day ends, eating and laughing like last summer.. The snail is very happy...

The snail also looks towards the skies, for the vampire's, dragons, and other new creatures here, and wishes they will come and sit with us also..

The snail sighs, and falls asleep nearby, feeling safe and cared for by all the forest creatures..

after arriving, the vampire lands in a tree. "is anyone here?" the vampire calls out. "well it is nighttime, so i'm guessing everyone is asleep. but for now, i need to find a good place to hide before the sun comes out.

The great dragon circles as the three winged women sing and dance in the sky alongside her. She smiles and flows into her human dragon form, and her two tiny passengers squeak in surprise at the change, but are safe and secure, nestled behind the horns that protrude through her copper hair. Kel and the sootball look at each other, they remember the willowy women with elfin features and green eyes, and they can still see that person in Cerys, but the dragon and the human are in harmony now, and she is beautiful in a way that transcends both forms.

Unaware of the contemplation of her two passengers, Cerys arches her wings to catch and hold her in the wind, and she seems to float almost effortlessly to the three circling women. She hangs impossibly in the sky for a moment, grace and strength flowing from her, before cracking a wry smile.

"well I'm done with showing off, do you mind if we soar while we talk, I need a rest. And what was that music, it was... Beautiful"

sitting on a shore, feet in the water, the vampire just stares at the sky. a gentle wind blows. "i'm enjoying the quiet, but sometimes its depressing." after a while, the vampire gets up, but decides to leave their shores and just go barefooted. "i'm not a monarch anymore so i may as well wear clothes instead of royal attire." with the notion, a slight ping hit them. "how i miss my home. all my books, and other things." the vampire shakes of a tear. after changing, the vampire leaps in to the air. "maybe i'll head to town an get some directions." suddenly, the vampire's guide appears, but this time, in the form of a pixie. "hello there. glad your just enjoying yourself, but its time you continue your journey. i suggest you find someone who can give you a little word of wisdom. oh i'll be riding in your pocket. finally got the ok to stay." with a smile, the vampire continues to fly towards town.

The snail has been asked to go into the CIScity and have breakfast with the little snails spouse, then go to the snails favorite shops afterwards and look at rare gifts and beautiful trinkets with her.. The snail is giddy with anticipation..

Wishton dresses, wearing the new silver neckless with engraved trans emblem in the middle he got yesterday, and finishes his look with one of the decorations the fairy left him last week..

The snail says a prayer for all of the other creatures of the unicorn forest, takes a deep breath of excitement, and walks down the path proudly with his lady snail towards the scent of cooking in the CIScity......
:)

Quote from: Kova V on October 21, 2014, 06:22:34 PM
A refreshing night breeze sweeps over the warm forest floor,  dances through the thorned defences of the dark worn tree to say hello with a silent welcoming hug.

*lets one of her last leaves fall for the night breeze as a hug back* 
dont come too close i m can be a little toxic.

The flower watches the menagerie of creatures playing in the forest. She is awed and terrified. "How do they know what to do?" she wonders.  How do they fit so comfortably into their environment, while everywhere she takes seed she never quite belongs. She longs to ask them how they do it, but she fears she already knows the answer. They just know. They've always known, while the flower, for some reason she doesn't understand, is forever trying to figure it all out.

sitting in the forest under the moon's eye, the guide finally asks the question, "vampire, who are you?" stunned by the blunt question, the vampire stares, speakless. "i was once the queen of the dark forest, the king of all immortals,undead, and faes. i had everything i ever wanted. i had power, servants, land, and even a giant fortress the enveloped the skies and the land. but now, i'm just lost, afraid and lonely. de-crowned and de-throned. i forgot who i am." crying, the vampire folded their wings as if being encased by a cocoon and sobbed. "your indeed lost and afraid, but your never lonely. your heart is just split into 7 pieces  each time you discover something new, a piece will return. the creatures you travel with, they are your heart so your never alone." the guide than points to the bracet around the vampire's wrist. at the end, dangling doen, is the sword that the vampire received. "that sword is actually a key. with it, you can gain all that you've lost, or" the guide paused, than spoke with a smile. "or you can gain something that has been proven to be impossible. the choice is yours. find yourself and the answer will come to you." a sudden flash of light appeared. one of the creatures turned into what looked like a shard, than disappeared. " by admitting your lost, you've accepted yourself a bit and a piece of your heart returned to you." with a tearful smile, the vampire repeated, "i am a lost one" before drifting off to sleep. finally, she can dream again.

Quote from: Dread_Faery on October 24, 2014, 03:02:29 PM
The great dragon circles as the three winged women sing and dance in the sky alongside her. She smiles and flows into her human dragon form, and her two tiny passengers squeak in surprise at the change, but are safe and secure, nestled behind the horns that protrude through her copper hair. Kel and the sootball look at each other, they remember the willowy women with elfin features and green eyes, and they can still see that person in Cerys, but the dragon and the human are in harmony now, and she is beautiful in a way that transcends both forms.

Unaware of the contemplation of her two passengers, Cerys arches her wings to catch and hold her in the wind, and she seems to float almost effortlessly to the three circling women. She hangs impossibly in the sky for a moment, grace and strength flowing from her, before cracking a wry smile.

"well I'm done with showing off, do you mind if we soar while we talk, I need a rest. And what was that music, it was... Beautiful"

The three women circle around and pull up along side the dragon lady, intrigued - although not surprised - by the transformation, and in admiration of her beauty and grace.  The two smaller entities land on the lager woman's shoulders, their fiery shrouds vaporising as they do so and revealing the two small fairy-like creatures once again.  They cling to the woman's shoulder pads like two small kittens learning to pounce for the first time.

The woman smiles at the dragon lady proudly, and tells her "that was a fragment of the Devine Chorus, which is a part of the larger Celestial Symphony.  It's the symphony of life, creation and the universe".  She pauses for a moment, and then continues "..or to put it another way, it's the symphony of love".  She gives the dragon lady a knowing look, suspecting strongly that she'll understand the cryptic metaphor.  She glances back down at the forrest below them for a split second, still pondering over the strange new resonance she had felt, before a look of sudden realisation spread across her face like fire.

"Oh gosh, we haven't even introduced ourselves!  How rude of us!"  She gestures first to the red, and then the blue entity in turn "This is Rhapsody, and this is Harmony" she says.  "They are my sprites.  They're supposed to be servants, but I treat them much more like sisters".  The two small beings straighten their backs and smile proudly, clearly pleased that they're being talked about with such affection.  "As for me," the woman continues "I'm Melody.  I'm... erm..." she stops for a moment, realising that she's forgotten the words to describe herself.  It's been so long since she's had the opportunity to talk about herself, she's not even entirely sure that she's ever had the words.  She furrows her brow, scanning the deepest recesses of her ancient memory.  "What was it they used to call me..?" she mutters in a slightly frustrated tone.  Rhapsody sits up on her knees, cupping her hands around Melody's ear and whispering something incomprehensible into it.  "an 'Archangel'..?" Melody asks the tiny red being quizzically, "That's a funny word..  are you sure?".  Rhapsody nods her head in confirmation.  "Ok then," Melody says turning back to the dragon lady, "the mortals call my kind 'Archangels' apparently.."  She shoots her two small companions a playfully suspicious look, still feeling like she's being had by a practical joke.  Sprites are mischievous like that, but what is life without a little fun?

"I caught the name 'Cerys' on the wind," she says turning back to the dragon lady, "am I right in thinking that's your name?".  She then looks lovingly at the two small creatures hiding in Cerys' hair, continuing "and who are these two lovely beings?".

A Lycan.  Silver hair.  Red eyes.  Watching from the shadows.

The fairy quietly flies to the flower and the thorny tree and curls up into a ball.

Stay with me tonight, Sh'e said.

The day had been hard, emotions deep, and these two seemed to also have been through the harder paths.

So it is in the forest, we never really are alone, there are many that  have found their way in, that search, that hurt.  It is part of trans, part of life, the cost of love.

The future is not clear, but this night will be the flower, the tree, and the fairy, two deepening roots, and one, just getting through the night.

In the Cisworld a daughter cries.  In the forest, a fairy father weeps, seeking the wisdom to protect her daughter, struggling.

Exhausted, she rests against A thorny tree, and she is comforted, and she holds the flower to her heart, watering it with tears.

Rest my dear ones, you are of the forest.

"oh there's a lycan. the last time i've seen one was in the dark forest." the vampire slow creeps up to the lycan. "strange, never thought i see one here." the pixie guide smiled at the vampire's curiousity, and said " yes, there are many here, some you wouldnt expect and others that you've known." after the events of the last few nights, the vampire has revert back into a child. a new life to start, but still kept some memory. "i'll just keep my distance though. i hear they can get pretty scary." the vampire was walking and sees a dragon sleeping.  whispering what would be a chant, the young vampire goes invisible. " a little micheavous fun never hurts anyone." the vampire get gets a water ballon and throws it at the sleeping dragon, than hides while still invisible.

Cerys smiles at the three women.

"Yes, that is my name, and I am a dragon born as a human." She grins micheviously, " though I think you may have figured that one out."

Pointing to her tiny passengers she continues, "this is Kel the dormouse, kind hearted and wise. And this is sootball, third of one or one of three... I can never remember. They are kind and brave and a true friend to all."

Having been introduced both Kel and Sootball wave at the three women and welcome them to the forest.

Cerys smiles again, "Melody, Harmony and Rhapsody... Your music touched the core of my being, it takes me back to the moment of my awakening, when I truly understood that I was a daughter of Gaia."

She pauses, a sly smile on her face, "Was it the 42nd part of the divine harmony by any chance?"

The flower knows that it's her time to blossom. The winter will come soon and and she will wither in the frost. "Who will blossom with me?" she calls out to the other flowers. "We're busy", they say back to her. "We started blossoming long ago, when you were trying to grow into a tree. We don't have time for someone who is figuring it out."

So the flower tries to blossom alone.

One of the popacorns land next to the flower trying to blossom, having been touched by dragon fire it has been filled with a tiny spark of dragon magic, and it raises it's tiny voice to speak to the flower.

"One should never have to blossom alone dear heart, I will blossom with you if you wish."

And with a crack it splits open and a gleaming shoot the same colour as the scales of the dragon circling far overhead bursts forth.

Quote from: Dread_Faery on October 27, 2014, 09:08:15 AM
One of the popacorns land next to the flower trying to blossom, having been touched by dragon fire it has been filled with a tiny spark of dragon magic, and it raises it's tiny voice to speak to the flower.

"One should never have to blossom alone dear heart, I will blossom with you if you wish."

And with a crack it splits open and a gleaming shoot the same colour as the scales of the dragon circling far overhead, bursts forth.

:)

The fairy lifts her head and sees the flower and the popacorn.  She is in agony today, it is a moment of grace Sh'e needs to see.

The little moments of the forest.

Our moments.

A closeness incomprehensible to others, and as vital as the air we breathe.

He'r head goes down again, the pain must be endured.  Creatures will be called, tears shed, food.ignored.

The pain of fatherhood.  One day it will turn again to blessing, today the fairy grieves for the cruelty of life, and he'r hard choices.

Sh'e pushes hard against the thorns, praying for the loved ones Sh'e hurt, trying to protect them from themselves, trying to save a future, trying to be a real person, a fairy father in warrior mode, it costs, but it must be done.

Sh'e grieves for the boy she's hurt, for the daughter Sh'e tries to help, praying hard for them both, and for the child who's end came before birth, miscarried through no one's fault, lost until the next world comes.

The agony of two families, the desperation of needing the forest.

It hurts so much...

Satinjoy

Far above the forest, in the Horticultural Orbiting Research Station of Equestria (H.O.R.S.E) the Science Giraffe looks down, confused by the goings on.

He sighs and goes back to reviewing episodes of my little pony:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=362To20IofY

The fairy is feeling better... they had called h'er Mercurial seems they are right, and Sh'e gently untangle herself from her sisters.

She gives a gentle smile and spreads her spacious wings. Gilded with gold and iridescent in the light.

Heading aloft Sh'e explores, there are places in the forest to revisit, the unicorn statue of Nero, the path of transition, there are some things that were hidden, calling for finding.

The forest sings, it is good.

"the forest glows brighter and brighter, and soon, the dark night will disappear from this place. i had fun here, but i must return soon. i am a creature of the night, therefore, if i dont return, i will become even more lost."sighing, the vampire picks up a rock and throws it, watching it glide along the water's surface."i just dont know what to do anymore. my pendent is running out of energy to sustain me, the night grows shorter and shorter. i'm hungry. i just feel even more lost, like i'm about to loss it like i did before."folding her wings to block out the light, the vampire sobs. her tears are starting to become blood again, as all vampire cry blood and not tears. the pixie tries to pull the vampires wings apart, but to no avail. they simple remain shut. "please don;t give up. what about your wish? can't you use it and wish to become a day walker? your an immortal aren't you? can't you wish to become, well alive?"there was a slight silence. the vampire than open's her wings, her face red with crimson. "impossible. its just impossible. once your dead, your dead. there is no way to bring the dead back to life, even if they are immortal. a wish like that messes with the balance. to bring someone to life, someone must die; a sacrifice no will make no matter what the circumstances are. humanity isnt that merciful or given."folding her wings back and starts crying again. her cries seemed to echo, because the plants around began to weep. "i could stay, but i would have to sleep for eternity. when a vampire is left in the light, one of 2 things happens. they turn to ash, or in my case, the will sleep until the night returns."the vampire begins to glow, turning into a ball of black light' "this will help a little bit, but its not a permanent issue. it'll protect me while i travel back to the dark forest. but first, i need to rest. all this crying has drained me. will you follow me, or will you remain here?"the pixie climbs under the vampires wings and borrows into her pocket. "i will follow you. i am a shard of your heart."shock, the vampire rolled into a ball, under a tall tree, protecting them from the sun, and they both fell asleep, silently.

The child was stuck in the middle of a river, the currents pushing them under, despite their best attempts to stay afloat.

They cried for help to the pink butterflies on one side, the birds flew away, "You have given up your female privileges. You are not wanted here."

They cried for help to the blue trees on the opposite side, they huffed, "You will never be a real man. You'll always be inferior in our eyes."

The child cried, stuck in-between both worlds. Their intersex birth condition and extremely delayed puberty divided them apart from other trees and now transitioning drove a deeper wedge between both worlds.

Being intersex... transgender... non-binary... the child's legs pushed under the water, coughing and spluttering water out of their mouth.

A light of hope appeared, a therapist who has had experience with helping non-binary folks. She reached out her hand to the child, pulling them out of the raging waters, "It will be okay, little one." She whispers, "I understand how hard it can be to find your place in this world but do not fret, I will help you through this difficult journey."

The child cried tears of joy and grasped her hand gratefully, glowing in a white light of serenity and peace.   

The child walked along the path and wondered where the snail travelled to... their affinity for all things pretty and shiny was something they had in common. Oh, the genderless fairy thought, I would love to go shopping with the snail!

You and me both my dear, winked the fairy, suddenly remembering the Winston wish.  Sh'e would use it some day, and had hot stuff for the genderless one too, but she was waiting to grow on top before letting that go.

And waiting, and waiting, and waiting....

A life goal of filling an a cup.   Gotta be kidding me...

You can swim my dear, know this...

The therapist hands me a pair of floaties, slipping them onto each of my tiny arms.

The genderless child is placed back into the water, learning to swim against the current. The Fairy was right, they can swim with support and inner strength from within their core...

They remembered they used to enjoy swimming when they were younger and they giggled, smiling and splashing in the water. The darkness that once gripped them gently resided in the corner of their mind, the darkness itself felt a spark of joy, almost sharing the same excitement as the child from the playful swimming in the clear river.

The child fluttered their wings, the water washing them clean to show their transparency.

It was a wonderful day, moping around and being stressful about things that have yet to happen in the future just causes unnecessary pain.

The fairy looks inside the genderless one, and sees the spark of joy.  She sends a breath of hope to fuel the fire, and remembers the precious gift of wishton, a wish to grant.

Sh'e closes her eyes, looks at their core, and lights a single candle deep within the genderless heart.  It burns with a light that will never fail.

The source is not the wish nor the fairy, but the prayer and the light are real, it will be the quest of the genderless one to find that source, perhaps a lifetime, perhaps right now, but the answers are out there, with the cis, with the forest, with each other, and with ourselves.

Burn bright, little light, pierce the darkness to reveal their truth.

So goes the wish of wishton, a fairies prayer for joy, never to end.

Blessings

Satinjoy the fairy

The snail had gotten an ichy foot, and knew it was from the other creatures thinking about him, one of those things the snails mama had taught him long ago..
The snail was fascinated by the girl by the rivers words and thoughts, giving him new ideas and concepts to understand, which makes the snail grow and feel stronger and wiser..
Where he was was back in the CIScities, buying and selling his goods, growing his wealth so one day he can return from one of his trips, and never leave the unicorn forest again.. Winston was also acquiring from his secret dealers special gifts for all the creatures, but is saving them for the right time, when each creature needs most something to lift them up, and make they're spirits smile...

The snail senses that the wish saved by the fairy was used, not immediately realized by the snail, but now deeply felt from invisible words and strong thoughts. He also feels that spark of joy. As the candle burns, and the wish takes effect, Wishton speaks a prayer and ancient chant, to aid the genderless one in finding they're source of truth and power, that it will always burn bright where ever they are, and will be a blessing upon all they meet, as they have been to all of the creatures of the unicorn forest...

The snail feels good, because he has been sharing the gifts and knowledge of trans in the CIScities, where he hopes he has made future creatures and Alli's understand the world of trans better, and many now are getting used to parts that the snail has lived in front of them, and he knows when the terms, faces and experiences he can keep telling the CISpeople about will get them used to us, and soon will not pay any attention, and think of us from the forest as just friends, neighbors, coworkers and attractive mates, just as the book of wisdom  behind the great stone promises will happen one day..

Wishton decides to walk around the forest this morning, to visit with some of the creatures that have also been away and busy..

The sun begins to rise, and Wishton sends a wish to the forest itself, a wish of peace, happiness and love to cover each and all of the creatures here...
:)

Quote from: Dread_Faery on October 27, 2014, 08:29:15 AM
Cerys smiles at the three women.

"Yes, that is my name, and I am a dragon born as a human." She grins micheviously, " though I think you may have figured that one out."

Pointing to her tiny passengers she continues, "this is Kel the dormouse, kind hearted and wise. And this is sootball, third of one or one of three... I can never remember. They are kind and brave and a true friend to all."

Having been introduced both Kel and Sootball wave at the three women and welcome them to the forest.

Cerys smiles again, "Melody, Harmony and Rhapsody... Your music touched the core of my being, it takes me back to the moment of my awakening, when I truly understood that I was a daughter of Gaia."

She pauses, a sly smile on her face, "Was it the 42nd part of the divine harmony by any chance?"

Melody laughs heartily.  "Haha, close - the 43rd," she says, shooting the dragon a cheeky glance and nudging her playfully, "but they sound so similar, so I'll forgive the mistake".  Rhapsody and Harmony bounce up and down, eager to play.  "Oh, go on then!" the Archangel tells her two companions.  The sprites take wing, hovering over to Kel and Sootball and embracing them lovingly.  They begin chattering like old friends - Rhapsody shows off a little of her arcane magic to Sootball who seems suitably impressed with the display, while Harmony produces a tiny crown of daisies from one of her pockets which she places on Kel's head.  "They've always made friends easily" Melody tells Cerys.

The group talks and plays in the skies for hours.  Melody asks Cerys many questions, especially about the forrest below them.  She learns about the special harmonics of the forrest, and how it can reveal any being's true nature.  The sun begins to set, and the cold October night begins to shroud the skies.  "We should find shelter," she tells her companions.  And with that, the three celestial being bid their new friends a loving farewell.  "Travel safe, dear dragon," the Archangel instructs Cerys, "if you ever need protection from the darkness, you need only call my name and I shall be there right beside you with my shield of love, and my sword of truth".  She looks at the dragon's two passengers - "That goes for you both as well," she smiles.  After giving Kel, Sootball and Cerys a final hug goodbye, Rhapsody and Harmony return to their places on Melody's shoulders, who herself does the same, before finally diving into the endless forrest.


The Archangel and her companions stand on the forrest floor.  Darkness surrounds them, and they can feel the demons from the Astral planes cloying at them through he thin veil that separates the dimensions, begging them to come back and rejoin the eternal war.  Melody rolls her eyes at the sad attempts of the dark angel's minions to unsettle them.  "You'd think they'd have learned by now..." Melody says to her tiny sisters, who shake their heads in disgust as they deftly dodge vague misty hands grabbing at them out of the darkness, and disappearing again back to the ether.  The Archangel throws her hands out to either side with a quiet bang, and their antagonists vanish without so much as a word.

"The path ahead will be long and full of both dangers and wonders," she tells the pair of sprites, "and 'THEY' certainly aren't going to make things easy for us" she continues, gesturing to the previously threatening darkness.  "It has been written in our stars, and no demon shall stand between us and our destiny".  And with that, the three celestial being dissapear into the darkness of the forrest to begin their treacherous journey.

"So where does it go from here?  Who knows.

It's been some time since I came into consciousness, and since then, I've found myself chasing a past that doesn't want to be found.  Only the dreams.  Echoes of a life I've never lived are what remind me.  All this time trying to answer these unknown questions, analysing the life I know for any recollection of who I was, so that once I do find out - I'll be ready.

But it's coming to the point where yesterday doesn't matter anymore, and the only test that matters is the next one.  I was once told, that you never find the path to your true self, but rather - you find your true self along the path.

Those who know me now have given me a name, and people are noticing me more because of what I can do.  I see the path I must travel, but I don't know what I'll find along the way.  I don't know where I'll run when the demons come.  I don't know where I'll hide when the darkness falls, and I don't know who I will turn to when the world is set on fire.  All I know is that there is no turning back.

I am Melody - the Archangel and a trans* girl.  And this is my journey."

Quote from: Satinjoy on August 25, 2014, 07:05:49 AM
I offer this in the hopes that it give others hope to keep walking and hold their heads up high

An allegory of the Non binary genderqueer trans life, just one of many lives, all different, but many parts the same.

Satinjoy the fairy woke from her slumber, a slumber of peace.  She had not dreamed the succubus last night, that creature who comes to make love in our dreams, and the succubus is the wrong gender for her anyway, she prefers males in her dreams, not females.  Part of the strange duality of her needs.

She wakes and heads to the mirror, after grabbing her wig first to soften that initial shock of dysphoria.  Reaching it she began doing what she must daily to maintain her life, for she decided long ago not to sacrifice the world of the cis for her world, for the sake of her loved ones that are cis.

Looking in the mirror she felt the familiar emotions of seeing what she does not wish to see first.  She pauses, breathes, refocusses.  She allows her female components to override the male, she allows herself to see the beauty in her eyes, those womans eyes that are always present, windows into the world of her soul, and deeper into her core being.  Then moving out, she takes in that which is girl, ignoring that which is not. 

Inevitably she sees the mask she wears for the needs of the ciswoman she loves so dearly.  The mask she always wore, from the begining, worn because of the fear of rejection early on, with no training of how to be authentic and courageous.  The ciswoman is straight, it is difficult, but it works.....  So she looks at the mask and forces the core to see it, not see past it as she does so often, but see it as the handsome man the ciswoman married.  The fairy decided long ago not to murder that man, in dysphoric rage and selfish need, but to validate him, and he is her protector nonetheless, well able to protect in the hostile land of the wilderness of the Cis.

The she allows the man to see the girl, to see the body now bare before the mirror, midtransition as she is.

It is her time of the week, she takes up the elixer of life for her, a needle filled with the nector of transition, and she does what she must with it to fix the endocrine system she was born with, a birth anomoly to be understood, and repaired.  Soon she feels the familiar euphoria and peace that comes with estrogen supply, her brain easily aborbing the food, colors brightening in her starved eyes, feeding on that which is needed for transition, her emotions, and her basic physical needs and wiring.

She suits up for hte day ahead.  From her sanctuary, she must emerge.  She will walk the daily tightrope of trans.

She steps out of her treehouse to a long, diamond encrusted tightrope, on the other side of which are the cliffs of cisworld.  This is actually not a place in the forest, it is a portal to another world, one in the fairy's house, she does not know if there are others.

Undetected but ever present, some of the creatures of the forest watch.  Some hold their breath, they know the fairy well, and the trans of the city look in fear and concern at where she is, sometimes comprehending the need for journey, sometimes wonder why she would ever leave the forest.  A shadow, the shadow, becomes alert.  They will be there if she falters, they always know where she is.

She steps out on the diamond encrusted tightrope. Her feel are calloused, and she spreads her wings wide so that she does not fall.  She cannot fly over, such is the nature of her personal portal, she must walk the walk.  Today is isnt bad.

Sometimes the wind rises, blowing from the cis world.  She balances carefully.  Sometime she calls to the forest for help, and they stand in gap, keeping her from falling...

In the middle of hte tightrope waits the ciswoman, coming halfway out to meet her, she is a woman of courage and love, never to be cast aside.

Sometimes the ciswoman speaks, and she says the wrong thing.  The fairy wobbles and rises above it.  Sometimes, the wind blows hard, and the diamonds begin to cut deeply.  She puts one foot in front of the other, daring anyway.  She resolutely lifts her face to the sun, eyes fixed on Him, for it is the suns strength that carries her through, and ignites the fire in the diamond of her core.

Twice on this journey she had faltered, twice she froze on the rope, unable to think, frozen in time.  The succubus once waited such a moment out with her, for which she will be forever grateful, as did the woodelf that showed her a way out of hte city of the binary tranz.

Once, not long ago, darkness covered the sun.  The Ciswoman did not believe the fairy could keep walking, and on the other side of hte wilderness,  wanted her gone, the same day on her job where she is almost stealth,a brutish cisman threatening to destroy all she had, in hatred of her core, and the threat it poses to his reality.  It was too much for anyone to withstand.

She could not get back to the forest that night, nor for a week of nights, but the folk of the forest were watching, and the elf and the shadow knew where she was.  Far below, on the jagged rocks, stood a large green warrior of the trans city, her arms out ready to catch the fairy if she fell to the ground, and carry her to a safe place.   She always watches that walk.  She retreated into herself, and the elf and the shadow went after her, not allowing her to give into the darkness, and passing messages to the forest creatures, who held their breath in deep concern.

Eventually the wind died down, and the fairy came back to the forest, stronger, more resolute, knowing what she must do.

For the tightrope on one side is dysphoria, a place of hell for the fairy, and on the other is full time transition, with all its costs and all its pain, and its freedom.  Its price is everything the fairy holds dear in life, she will not pay, she will walk the tightrope, cutting her feet, and living in joy.

As she walks, from the sun comes hope, and she begins to assemble her body armor, starting to blend.  Early on she meets her wife the ciswoman, when she is barely hidden, body dimly revealed, blatantly so below the waist, but her hair is off, the head is male.  Her transitioned chest she will hide from her forever.  It is what must be.

By the end of the tightrope transformation is complete, it looks like a man, something strange about his eyes, something not male, and if they look for any length of time, the nails remain, polished and shining like the sun, 4 mm from the fingertips, statements in the cisworld that will not be hidden, will never be ashamed, for she is of the world of trans, and she will not bow down to the cis.

At sunset she returns on the rope, staying halfway with the ciswoman, meeting her needs, living life and abundantly so, and she ignores the mirrors, they sometimes are disturbing.  She is still amazed at the ciswoman, who stays and helps, yet cannot handle her full transition, but she handles so much, not tolerated, but loved, now a part of their lives, part of the feast of marital bliss.

And then the ciswoman, knowing her needs, lets her walk the rope back to the forest, back to santuary, where she regains her hair, dresses again in satin and silk and nylon, always those are with her anyway, just hidden from view in the wilderness of cis, but here, she can be sh'e, all girl, for the moment, authentic, and at peace, yet knowing her core is genderfree, rising above it all and amuzed at the illusions, and her fluid presentation works for her.  But in this place of full transition, ignoring the remains of the cisworld disquise, she is complete.

So this is the allegorical life of Satinjoy the fairy.  This is the life of the late transition mtf who chooses to be genderqueer, who sees through the binary to the reality of the nonbinary, who takes strength from above to walk below, supported by the forest, loved by a ciswoman, and willing to sacrifice whatever is necessary for the sake of those around her, for her love is deep indeed.

I offer this to bring hope to the others who walk the tightrope, in hopes that they may have courage to continue, to use the validation of both components to see themselves always in the positive and never from the paradyne of dysphoria, and for those who do not understand, to see a vision of another world.

This is only my story, all are unique, all are special, there are many authentic paths in the forest and in the city of tranz.  This is only one of them.

Blessings, nails out, heart wide open, and just trying to help, with great love for all here.

This was written months ago.  Today, the fairy dances on the tightrope, and sh'e sails, h'er protectors sing, we are blessed, we are nonbinary trans.

It was in another thread, it is time to bring it in here.

Satinjoy

Kel the dormouse scurries around leaving acorn messages in the forest clearings.. She wonders if if the creatures of the forest will see them..

The Fairy sees, approves, and loves the little Dormouse and her amazing heart.  She loves all in the forest, but this little one is so cute and has so much heart to give, rare and special, one of the very beautiful spirits in this place, priceless to us all.

Winston also watched the Doormouse hide her acorns around the forest.. He giggles as he tries to remember where they are, sliding on his one foot trying to collect as many as he can.. :D The snail is so happy to see the Doormouse again.. The snail also notices the fairy finding acorns to, and feeling in a sneaky playful mood he tries to reach into the fairies pocket and sneak an extra acorn, only to get his hand slapped from his clumsiness... :)

The snail also read all the other creatures messages, and is moved and as often happens, goes back home with many things to think about, wanting to in some small way make them happier and feel safer and protected on the forest..

A small fox, or a large woman, a shapeshifter.  I'd want to run through nature, nose first and tail last, to enjoy the thick forests and rivers, to show off my gorgeous fur, let the good folk pet it, and be clever when I need to defend myself, or those I love.

The fairy is bending to grab an acorn and jumps as a touch brushes against layers of nylon.  Instinctively Sh'e blushes and slaps...spinning round to see who grabbed her ass, she laughs....

Darling snail, little one, my silk skirt has no pocket, but thank you dear for the thrill....

Embarrassed Sh'e walks away, and her walk is a bit....activated.


The naughty fairy needs the naught witches broken broomstick handle....

Oh dear, again my sweet?  Wild fairy of the forest, still untamed?

And she.smiles at the New creature, they need the smarts and beauty of the Fox and fluidity of the shapeshifter, welcome my dear to the forest.

Kel is pleased that the others have found her acorn gifts.. :)

She senses a new resident in the forest and seeks them out with a special welcome acorn..

Watching the three winged women fly down towards the forest, Cerys wonders how Melody would protect her from the darkness when it is a part of her being. She sighs, there are things she could do, should do even, but the joy has gone out of her again. She realises that both her tiny passengers have departed and in knowing that she flows without conscious thought into her shadow form. The shadow dragon circles silently through the night sky once, twice, three times, before folding her wings and plummeting to the ground.

There is no sound to mark her passing, no wind that betrays her presence, she is both there and not there and when she reaches the Forest floor she passes through it, insubstantial as mist, and is gone.

Cerys, the part of Kel that always remains a phoenix saw, heard and felt you, only she knows not what she can do to help.. So she launches herself in to the air in all her multicoloured, flaming, glory..

Kel the phoenix sheds a single feather on the place where she last saw Cerys, hoping it might recall her..

The snail had climbed to the top of a large broken tree, where he saw the other creatures below..

He watched the three winged woman soar past downward, and sees Cerys, then watches shadowy mistic shapes swirling around the forest.. The snail tries to think of a way to help Cerys find her joy again, and lift her towards that special place where she felt complete and strong..  As the shadowy dragon disappears into the earth, the snail throws one of the acorns he was given by Kel the doormouse, which he sprinkled with magical dust, into the place the dragon disappeared, where this acorn will find the dragon, adhere to it, and grow slowly into it, to when the season is that a bloom forms, and the acorn flower will again offer back all lost joy, giving the dragon a reason, and magical underground path to return to the forest by....

As the snail climbs down slowly from the broken tree, he also notices the fairy returning from the distance, from her secret tree house, where more stars than at any other place in the forest always illuminate her with knowledge and a magical beauty..  The snail remembers the sensual feel of the layers of transparent nylon that cloak her, and giggles bashfully remembering the curves he felt, feeling flashes of naughtiness, while awkwardly trying to find a pocket and an acorn.. The snail continues down the trunk of the tree, hoping to think of another innocent plan to touch the fairy without anyone else noticing.?

Wishton the snail makes his way to the forest clearing, where he spots an inviting evening fire burning down near the water, and several of the forest creatures talking and laughing, sounding inviting after a long day of foraging among the fallen trees far away.

The snail collects wild mushrooms along the way, and scoops a jar of morning dew left by giant leaves, squeezes a handful of secret herbs into the jar and stirs it 3 times using a magic stick, watching it bubble and turn to wine..
The snail then joins the other beautiful forest creatures with food and drink, where stories, tales and warm laughter fill the unicorn forest..

standing at the edge of the unicorn forest and the entrance to her home, the vampire looked up at the night sky. the morning was approaching faster and faster. she than asks the question "do I really belong here?"

The snail notices the vampire sitting alone, and offers her some home made wine and wild mushrooms..

Come over by the fire.. And tell us how you're feeling.?
We always have a place just for you..

All the creatures run to the Vampire, take her hand, and bring her to the fire..

You have many hours before sunrise calls you away, stay here with us till then......!!!

the vampire stares at the snail suspiciously, wondering what is going on. she puts her hand on her sword but does draw it from the ground in defense"unfortunately I'm in my child form so I'm underage and I don't like mushrooms but thanks anyways. now if you have some blood bags, I won't mind taking those though I'm suspicious but I haven't eaten anything since I left home." she maintains her hand on her sword's handle just in case

The young boy who had skin as dark as the night, curved horns, pointy ears and a long slender tail. He was really they, the genderless fairy in another form.

He smiled at the vampire, "I understand your fear and apprehension of those who give you unconditional support and love," He grinned at the snail, glancing back at the vampire, "The people who have hurt you in the past or the present do not exist here in the forest. Do not fear us, instead, please come along with us...!"

With a giggle, the young boy patted the snail gently, admiring the shiny decorations on their shell, "Such beautiful gems for a beautiful soul~"   

the vampire shifts back into her vulnerable child form, causing her sword to became a bracelet. "sry, hunger  and force of habit." she than flies to a nearby rock than stares at the starless sky above the floating castle fortress. "thats my home up there. i miss it." witha sigh, she buries her head in her wings.  "some demon i turned out to be" she whispers. her stomach begans to rumble and she stares to feel those all to familiar hunger pains from not feed for 2 weeks. " i guess i have to return or thus starve until i go insane. starving to death doesnt really apply to me anymore." with a sorrowful chuckle

Melody crouches on a branch high up in a nearby tree, concealed from the others by the leaves, her two celestial companions clinging as usual to her shoulders.  "Such a beautiful being.." she remarks lovingly in a hushed voice to her two tiny sister as they watch the Vampire.

They witness the Vampire's defensive actions as the other creatures approach. "Such ancient wounds for such a young creature.." Melody thinks to herself. She knows most - if not all - of the creatures in this forrest carry deep and ancient wounds.  She looks down at her own assortment of battle scars, and is thankful to the stars that she was gifted with the ability to tolerate injuries that would surely destroy most other beings.  A gift that she has tried many times to impart on others, but she always fails to find the words to explain this rare ability.  All she really knows is that an undying love for the world is at the root of it.  A love no demon of the Dark Angel - or even the Dark Angel itself - can ever extinguish.

The three celestials decide that their astral song may help the Vampire feel more at ease, so they begin singing.  The music fills the forrest, gently wrapping itself around all the creatures in it, soothing them and filling them with an infinity of love and peace.  It's a new song that the three have been working on since they arrived in the forrest, designed to better understand the intricate harmonics of the place.  It's unfinished and far from perfect they think, but it seems to be practically writing itself.

The Vampire and the other creatures look around, trying to see where this celestial music was coming from, but the Archangel and her companions were too well concealed.  The Vampire and other creatures begin to wonder if they're just hearing things, and carry on about their business.  None-the-less, they all feel a strange sense of being unconditionally loved to their core by an unseen entity just for being who they are. "What they each do with that, is up to them." Melody thinks to herself, "That is the nature of free will".

The boy smiled at the singing and danced to it, his tail swirling around his petite body.

"Oh Dearest Vampire," The boy sung, his pre-pubescent voice was carried by the wind,

"Does your soul reflect your outside body?
Does your darkness within twinkle like the wonderful night sky?
I wish to see your beautiful soul but your walls are in the way.
If I had hurt your feelings, please tell me so I may apologize..!"

He swooped into the sky, no visible wings as he did not need them, his energy of accepting his core identity allowed him to levitate on command. He flew to the crescent moon, watching the forest down below, seeing a campfire and the forest creatures surrounding it, laughing and smiling without a care in the world.

The boy felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. He faltered mid-air, stabilized his position of levitation but it gave way again, his body fell to the forest floor...

Before he hit the ground, their body jerked awake in a bedroom, panting heavily and noticing their cheeks were wet with tears.

W-where am I? They asked, rubbing their cheeks and they shuffled in the bed, the linen and pillow cases was decorated with pink and purple flower circles. Their bedroom had a closet, bookcase, bedside table and storage containers underneath the bed. In one corner, there was a window with the curtains drawn. The child climbed out of bed to realize they did not have a body of a child, nor genderless. Their body was that of an overweight seemingly female adult. They felt their breasts moving freely under their clothes and it made their face drain of color. The breasts were too large, too wobbly for their liking. They were used to having a flat chest that could imitate a flat female's chest if there were small pockets of fat on the chest to grasp with their hands. They touched their lower body and they grimaced, they had genitals of a female, however a visible growth from testosterone could be noted.

They shifted to the window, opening the curtains to let the daylight in. They glanced out at the CIS-city and realized where they were. But why were they within this strange adult body...? Why did it feel so similar...? Did they live somewhere else, look completely different before they found themselves within the forest...?

The adult looked through their clothing in their closet, there were mostly masculine attire. Glancing down at their body, they silently understood why the closet did not have any female-orientated clothing. Nonetheless, the adult picked out a neon grunge-style muscle tank, a pair of starry knee high canvas boots tossed onto the bed and pulled out one of the storage containers from under their bed... somehow, they felt like they had done all this before. It was second nature. The container held female clothing, ranging from leggings, stockings, skirts, tutus, panties, swimsuits and an assortment of frilly lingerie. The adult pulled out a pair of cute striped panties, a black pleated skirt and galaxy leggings to go with their boots.

They stripped off their pajamas and looked at their naked reflection in the closet mirror, blinking as they remembered vivid flashes of their Mirror of Truth. Tears prickled their eyes and they wiped their tears away, not daring to let them fall. With a renewed sense of will, they took a quick shower to freshen up and dried their hair off. They pulled a binder over their head, making sure their breasts were flattened. It wasn't the best flat appearance but it was much better than the alternative of wearing no binder. The adult pulled on the neon muscle tank, slipped each leg into the striped panties, pulling them on. They pulled the galaxy leggings on, running their hands over their legs, relieved that they shaved their legs as they noted they could not feel coarse hairs sticking out through the fabric. That was the one of their many categorized icky feelings.

They looked at their knee-high canvas boots laying on their bed, the fabric of it decorated with stars. They smiled widely and pulled them on, doing the laces up as they hummed to themselves gently.

The adult looked at their reflection the closet mirror and brushed their towel-dried hair. They frowned, their hair was a bit too short and was in the early stages of growing out to their chin. They pulled a chin-length wig out, tugging it onto their head and brushed the wig's hair so it looked presentable. They placed a few hair-pins to ensure the wig stayed on firmly and kept any loose locks out of their eyes.

Now, was the make-up. A bit of primer, foundation, concealer to cover the dark circles under their eyes, a bit of eyebrow pencil, some brown eyeliner and mascara. Last but not least, a nude lipstick was applied. They smacked their lips together and smiled at their reflection. They gently cleared their throat and began voice training exercises as a warm-up, their voice had deepened from testosterone and needed to be gender neutral for their own comfort. After the warm-up, the adult felt confident enough with their voice and headed out to leave their house, into the giant CIS-city.

They needed to make their way to the forest, it would be long journey but it will be worth it, as they would learning many new lessons along the way. 

"i have no feelings left to hurt" she said. she than reverts back into her adult form and than leaps into the air. "just plz leave me here for a bit long." the hunger in her stomach grew more intense and painful. "just leave me be, just for now." she lands in a tree, crawls into a ball falls asleep. maybe she'll dream that dream again or another nightmare

The adult walked through the CIS-city, strangers bumped into them along the way. The crowded footpaths, the busy intersections, many people on their phones or chatting to their friends. The adult felt out of place but did not have a care in the world. They skipped, ignoring the stares of others and kept walking along the border of the CIS-city.

Temptation came in waves. Dresses in the windows of shops, beautiful lingerie donned on almost too-perfect mannequins. The adult looked on in excitement, walking into a store to purchase a new corset and matching set of panties/bra... another piece of outfit they wouldn't be able to wear just yet but they could not resist. One day, they will be able to wear their dozen of outfits at home.

Speaking of home... the adult pondered as they left the store with their shopping bag, where was home? That strange place they woke up in? It didn't have much warmth aside from the clothes. It felt cold, dead, lifeless, a place where things just go through the motions.

The adult sighed and kept walking, their knee-high canvas boots gently stepping down the pavement. They reached the end of the CIS-city and saw a trail leading to the forest. They walked the trail and entered the forest...

... to find it was an ordinary forest. No laugther or smiles anywhere to be seen. Nothing. Not even any birds.

The adult was shocked ... had it all been a dream...? Surely, it wasn't. It felt real, more than real. It transcended everything... right?

They closed their eyes, desperately trying to remember the excited chatter and joy that was shared among the forest creatures. They breathed in the fresh air, letting themselves go as they envisioned water collecting at their feet, entering a state of meditation.

They opened their eyes, seeing flicks of silver hair in front of their face and a dormouse, snail and few other forest creatures glancing over him. He blinked, looking up and realizing he had fallen from where he fell in the sky. Which was real? Which was a dream?

He grasped his hands and noticed a shopping bag in his hand, he peeked into it and saw the items he had previously purchased. He started laughing and the forest creatures began to look wary, maybe the child accidentally hit his head harder than they thought from the fall?

Neither reality was a dream. Both worlds were very real.

With a snicker, he got up, reassuring the creatures that he is okay, thank you for your worries. All is well! He flew into the sky, taking his shopping bag with him. He flew to where the Vampire was and pulled out a Sharpie, drawing a smile on the Vampire's sleeping face, "Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face!" He cheekily grinned, placing a delicate black dahlia flower behind the sleeping Vampire's ear and flew off to the Fairy's treehouse, curling up on the front porch with their bag, their long slender tail curling around their body instinctively.

When the snail felt the silvery hair whoosh past, and knew the adult creature had returned to the forest from the CIS cities, he was glad he was not lost and wandering the cold city streets..

So the snail took his own picture using a magical device he had saved for a long time, and cast his magic stick over it, and it suddenly made a brilliant flash of light, and a strange sound made the picture fly out onto the floor.. 1-2-3-4 they kept flying out of the device, until there was one for every creature...

The snail looked at his pictures, thinking he looked bad in every way, but also knew that the love and acceptance the forest creatures all felt for each other would overcome that, so he spent the rest of the day giving his picture to every creature,
Saving this last one for himself...

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wakimg up groggy, the vampire noticesntha flower. "so that fairy did this. i'll pay them a visit later." the vampire had that same dream. a hazy dream but it all seemed familar. she shifted into her  child form than flew off. "i said iwasnt going to do this but i'm hungry and animal blood wont sate my hunger." she flew to a near by field. there were 2 campers gettimg ready for bed. the vampire turned invisible and hid in the brush. her heart was ponding so loudly, she could her it in her ear. "i'll make this quick." when the campers went to bed, the vampire snuck in and took a bite. after she finished, she sealed the wound, checked the campers' breathing to make sure they stayed alive and applied a cream to keep them from turning. she than flew off serching for that trickster of a fairy.

The flower watches the creatures of the forest with awe and sadness.

She doesn't understand why they're doing what they do. She's just a flower, after all, and knows nothing about the ways of mobile beings. She's fascinated by them, curious as to the meaning of their movements, but nothing in her flower life gives her any experience to figure them out. She knows she loves them. All of them, the snail, the boy, the phoenix, the fairy, the fox, the doormouse, and even the Vampire, whose darkness terrifies her. She loves them and knows without them she'd just be alone in the forest. She wishes she were one of them, one whose movements could speak to the others, but she knows it will never be. Many will try, but nothing in the world can make her other than she is - a flower rooted to solid ground. So she is content to watch and be amazed, though understanding little. She hopes the other creatures will be patient with the fact that she is just a simple plant.

Kel the dormouse scampers around the forest collecting berries and lays them on the ground around the flower, hoping to nourish the flower..

landing in a field will a full stomach, the vampire decides its time for a little magic training. " haven't use my magic in awhile, so now is a good of enough time." before she starts, she notices a strange looking flower. "hello there" the vampire says. " reaching down  the vampire goes to pick the flower up but stops. "I see." the vampire sits down staring at the flower. "what are you doing out here?" the vampire asks

The flower is warmed by the doormouse's generous gesture. She eyes the vampire with fear. She longs to tell her story, but doesn't want to say something that will drive the vampire away in disgust. Slowly her confidence builds, and tells her tale.

"On this spot stood a tree," she says. "Not a tall tree, not particularly strong of wood. But something about its leaves enticed a beautiful kind bird to nest among its branches. The tree talked to the bird and told her of its trials. It's growth as a young sapling realizing it would never tower like the mighty evergreens or bear delicious fruit like those in the colorful mango grove. The bird didn't care. 'You have an honest heart, and an interesting shape. I will be glad to nest amongst your branches to the end of my days.'"

"In that nest, eggs were laid, and two magnificent baby birds were born. Together the bird and the tree watched the baby birds grow and learn to fly, all the while sharing their lives and what lived within their hearts. But alas, as time wore on, the tree began to realize what was missing. The tree had seen the beautiful flowers that always blossomed about and realized that its deepest desire was to become one of them. It was not until a magic pod landed on the tree, granting it one wish, that the tree realized that actually being a flower, was within its ability."

"As always, it told the bird what was in its heart. It expected the bird to accept this as it had accepted so many other confidences, but the bird was horrified. 'I can no longer nest with you if you are no longer a tree.' 'Surely the bird can find a way to stay with me, if I become a flower,' the tree reasoned, knowing little about birds. It thought long and hard about this decision, but realized that a life as a flower, visited by bees, bringing and carrying away pollen, was its destiny.  The tree found itself wishing as hard as it could to become a flower, and little by little it changed."

"But then the flower looked around and realized the birds were gone. She had imagined that other flowers would speak to her of their flower lives, and that bees would come and exchange pollen. But as time went on, she realized she was wrong. The three wonderful birds were gone, even the one who had spoken of nesting to the end of her days, and there was no one who wanted to plant themselves next to her. Seeds would flutter by, bees would buzz about and quickly move on to more attractive blossoms. When the flower saw herself in the smooth puddle, she realized that her dream of being a dazzling flower had been foolish - of course - and she'd grown into a respectable, but quite plain looking, flower. No bee would come, not when elsewhere in world, especially in the two great binary cities, bloomed vast gardens of amazing blossoms. She learned that bees rarely came into the forest at all, and when they did, they stayed far above the trees, thinking, perhaps rightly, that nothing of interest lay beneath."

"The flower is happy to have her forest friends. She does not understand them, but their presence is a comfort to her as the faces the truth that she may be destined for a solitary existence. She's not totally alone, since every once in a while the wonderful birds come to chirp about their exploits in the Wide World before flying off again. But she no longer expects bees to pollenate her and other flowers to sprout around her."

the vampire chuckles. "i see." she than goes into her bag and pulls out what looks like pixie dust. "tell me something, if had a chance to become a dryad, would you take it? a dryad is a tree spirit much like treants but rarer due to their shy but are often hunted because of their caring nature. how ever rare they are, wherever a dryad is, the forest is certain to be healthy and strong." the vampire holds the flask of dust up. "i can grant you that wish if you like. think of it as a gesture. i may no longer be able to do things, but at least i can help. this powder is pure moon dust. it cares very powerful properties. i was saving it but i can tell you would like to join the mobile creatures. so, what do you say?" 

<--- I am an A'renian Wolf, a warrior, born and raised.  I don't play well with others and I am alone.

The fairy watches from her tree house.   The snail had gotten her going, now, after a bit of h'er time, sh'e was feeling much better.....

Ahhhh, afternoon delight......


Sh'e made a note not to get too close to that one, or maybe not, but sh'e would surely have fun with them.... wondered why....

Then sh'e realized that the snail was kind of lower to the ground than sh'e was, as was the dormouse and the sootball...

and h'er skirt was

oh my

oh no

the vampire decides to play a little prank on the fairy. she grabs a twig. with a black flame, the twig becomes powder. "this is going to be fun" she said. she flies up to the fairy's tree how's and blows the powder on the house. all the fairy's clothes shrink, she than turns invisible and hides in a nearby tree top out of sight."now that my magic is back, might as well test. " she waits for the fairy's reaction.

Ahhh, but the poor vamp does not know the Fairy's protectors, poor thing, there was a time for h'er, sh'e knows many things sh'e does not reveal, a tale of days of h'er youth.....

Her clothes slowly and quietly began to return to their full size, but the poor vamp began to shrink, and shrink, and shrink....

The fairy gently flies down and picks up the now harmless little vamp, and flies them high over the forest, whispering, " find your path, little one, it is here in the forest, one specially for you, find it, through the darkness to the dawn my dear, a dawn beyond your dreams...."

Ever so gently, sh'e deposits the vamp in front of the flower, and the sootball, and the snail, and the dormouse, winking at Wishton, sh'e asks them to grant the next wish of the vamp, to undo the rebounding of their innocent magic.

A kiss on the top of the little vamps head, and sh'e soars, for she must go to the cisworld, and return to the forest in a few days time.  Or use her smart phone that changes her words into meaningless foolishness.....

I see your child, little vamp, I see the spirits around you, and the chains that bind, and I am compassionate, and deeply hope you find your truth, your dreams, and your happiness.  They are strong, little one, they have attacked me thrice, and I became silent, deleting responses in fear,  but they are not the King, and I will be silent no more.  They will be mad now, they are exposed.

Sh'e kisses the top of the vamps head, and flies on, praying for protection once again as sh'e goes, for once, sh'e too was bound, and found the dawn.  Sh'e has seen much, it will not be revealed, it was left behind, when sh'e was freed.

Blessings little one.  Be loved in this forest, you belong with us dear, your child inside is precious to us.  Prayers for me will be appreciated, for protection.

The little vamp looked up at the snail and the other playmates, totally startled at having touched the magic of the fairy, the great powers that protect h'er, never having expected this at all.  Sh'e hopes they are not mad.... if they are, this message will vanish at h'er hand, sh'e does not wish to offend.

Accept my kiss, little vamp, and stay with us here.

Quote from: Vampire Brianna Terryal Onyx on November 03, 2014, 08:14:30 PM
the vampire chuckles. "i see." she than goes into her bag and pulls out what looks like pixie dust. "tell me something, if had a chance to become a dryad, would you take it? a dryad is a tree spirit much like treants but rarer due to their shy but are often hunted because of their caring nature. how ever rare they are, wherever a dryad is, the forest is certain to be healthy and strong." the vampire holds the flask of dust up. "i can grant you that wish if you like. think of it as a gesture. i may no longer be able to do things, but at least i can help. this powder is pure moon dust. it cares very powerful properties. i was saving it but i can tell you would like to join the mobile creatures. so, what do you say?"

The flower is amused. It's a fun game, and fun to think she could be mobile and understand mobile creatures. But deep down, she knows it would just be an appearance. She'll always be a flower and magic dust will not make her understand what she does not understand now.

Quote from: Rainbow Brite on November 04, 2014, 12:55:04 AM
<--- I am an A'renian Wolf, a warrior, born and raised.  I don't play well with others and I am alone.

This, the flower understands. She knows a lot about the ambiguity of being alone. She hopes the wolf feels welcome in our forest.

with a half smile, the vampire looks at the flower. "its not about understanding. mobile creatures will never understand what is like to be motionless nor will motionless creatures understand what its like to move. however I do understand." she picks up the bottle and pours the dust on the flower's roots. "when you decide to want to move, the dust will take affect. as the queen of all magic creatures, its my job do at least this much." the vampire places hrr hand on a tree. "I think I finally understand but yet I don't. immortality is really kicking my butt." she than looks at the fairy with a fanged smile "I'm a creature who can rival even the gods, but I will give you this win for now" the vampire said a word and grew back to regular size. however she than has a gloom look. "idk about that. the campers I bit, well it seems like they're turning. accordance to my law, I have to destroy them before they become part of the undead." she flies to the campsite and see the campers. a tear rolls down her face. "a monster is always a monster no matter what they do." she summons a spear and ignites it in black flames. "it's unfortunate but it has to be done." she walks up to them. they looked surprise as they say hello. "I'm sorry. I can grant you one last moment. please say your farewells." the looked shocked but somehow understood. they said their goodbyes. the vampire with a face full of bloody tears threw he spear, turning the campers into ashes. she looked at the fairy and the other creatures watching. "I tried to save them, but I couldnt"." she gathers the ashes and places them in bottles. she than gives the bottles to the fairy. "take care of them." than she flies away crying.

Don't cry my dear, said the fairy.  Sh'e flew to the fountain in the forest, birthplace of creatures and threads, and poured the ashes in, for if they were in our forest, they must be ours...

When the time comes, they will soar from the fountain, newwcreatures among us, seeking their paths.

the vampire flew back to the campsite. she touched the ground. it was still hot. "I never gave them the chance. they could of been great vampires. great enough that I could pass my power on to them and I could finally live a normal life." she cries even more. "it's not to late still. the flames I used only burned away their bodies. I can still revive them, but at what cost." the vampire summoned flames and slammed her hand on the charred area. "this is breaking my rules and nature's law but I must give them a shot or else I'll be consumed with guilt." a circle of flames forms and 2 ghost like creatures appeared. "I've summoned you to say I'm sorry. I want to hear it from you. do you wish to live? I can bring you back but you won't be human. you'll be something that is feared, something that must feed on the living to live." though the ghosts couldn't speak, the vampire understood them. "very well than. I just hope I'm doing the right thing. now that I have children I must care for, I won't be leaving anything soon." the vampire travelled to the fountain and collected the ashes. she than breathed on the ashes. they suddenly began to reform into 2 bodies. well a kiss on each cheek, she place 2 chains around both necks. "it's time to awake my children." the 2 bodies opened their eyes, and looked at the vampire. they both got up and ran to the vampire. she broke the law and not only saved 2 humans which goes against her race's law, but broke the circle of life's laws by reviving them. the 2 campers climbed under the vampires wings. the vampire chuckled "I saved 2 souls. I must be going soft."

Melody's eyes flutter open, realising that she had fallen asleep - curled up in the branches of the tree.  She yawns and stretches in the beautiful dawn light of the forrest as she awakens, noticing too late a piece of paper that she had dislodged in the process, and now fluttering to the ground.  Harmony swoops down, catching the errant object with her tiny hands, and bringing it back up to the Archangel.  Melody gently takes it from Harmony with one hand, still rubbing her eyes sleepily with the other, and looks at the image printed on it.  She squints at it, still feeling the effects of sleep inertia and not fully capable of understanding the arrangement of colours and shapes in front of her.  She's never been good with mornings - much preferring to be a night owl than an early bird - but she's been trying really hard lately because she knows the sun is good for her.  She eventually manages to focus her eyes on the strange object, and suddenly the shapes and colours make complete sense - it's a picture of one of the forrest creatures!

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Melody smiles lovingly and can't help letting out a chuckle at the innocence of the gesture.  "The snail must have left this for us while we were sleeping," she tells her her two companions, "I can't explain why, but it brings great joy to my heart. In the darkest of nights, when the minions of the Dark Angel close in around us, when the pits of hell burn beneath our feet, and when the stars fall from the sky, this memory shall help protect us".  Melody yells her gratitude to the snail for such a lovely gift, but she's unsure if they are nearby or can even hear her.

The Archangel places the image into one of her infinity pockets for safe keeping, and jumps down from the branch.  As she hits the ground, a pain shoots up, radiating from her chest.  After bracing the pain for a moment, she looks down at her chest - she sees what looks like a knife wound which has penetrated the armour near her heart and sliced a short distance into her body, although not too deep.  It's mostly healed already, but it still stings a bit.  "This wound bears all the hallmarks of the great demon - Phobia," Melody laments, "A gift from a friend, and a warning from an enemy, all while we were sleeping.. A beautiful nightmare, or a horrible dream?  I still find it strange how the darkness can bring such hybrid moments."  Rhapsody and Harmony proceed to heal up what's left of the wound, and the trio set off into the forrest - practically in defiance of the great demon's clear message.  It has always been Melody's folly - whenever she is forced to do something by another, her immediate instinct is to go in exactly the opposite direction just to spite them, such is her headstrong and rebellious spirit.

The celestials wander through the forrest, greeting and chatting with the creatures they meet for a time, before moving on.  They admire the many beautiful sights and vistas of the forrest, looking for a place they can call their own - at least for a while.  The hours go by, and the sun begins to set.  They practically give up hope of finding anything today, and sit on the forrest floor to rest.  Melody sits quietly, a look of disappointment on her face.  Rhapsody and Harmony discuss what to do to cheer up their big celestial sister, when Rhapsody gives Harmony a gentle shove as if to tell her "don't be so silly" to one of her suggestions.  Harmony shoves Rhapsody back, and Rhapsody moves to retaliate, but Harmony dodges - spinning up into the air and causing her sister to face-plant into the mud.  Harmony hovers in the air above her sister, laughing at slapstick comedy that had befallen Rhapsody.  The small red and black sprite lifts her now mud-covered face up from the mud, causing Harmony to laugh even more uncontrollably.  A mischievous smile spreads across Rhapsody's face, as she covertly gathers some of the mud in her hands, and slings it straight at Harmony - who is too busy laughing to notice - and hits her square in the chest.  Harmony's laughter abruptly stops with a gasp, her face turning to a look of shock and indigence at the cold, wet sensation of the mud splattering all over her upper body.  Melody looks up and smiles at the comedic scene unfolding before her from the two celestial sprites, as Rhapsody hovers up level with her sister, clutching a second ball of mud in her hand and still smiling mischievously at Harmony.  Harmony points at her, as if to warn her "Don't you dare..!", but Rhapsody ignores her with a laugh and slings the ball of mud straight at her anyway.  Harmony dodges deftly, causing the mud ball to sail past her, and slams straight into Melody!  "Oi!" Melody exclaims, the two sprites spinning around and covering their mouths as if to say "Whoops!" at the mistake.  Melody laughs, and motions to get up.  Rhapsody tags Harmony playfully, and flies off into the forrest.  Harmony speeds off into the forrest too, giving chase.  "Hay!  Come back here you little sods!" Melody shouts with laughter in her voice, before taking wing herself to pursue her miscreant sisters.

The fairy at the fountain sees the inner paths, and moves onto them.  The forest is the place of gender,,where we explore who we are, growing and interacting, revealing parts of this place and of ourselves that are hard to.say in other places, the power of images and feelings.

Sh'e walks and finds the statue of the unicorn, where the book stands with the quill pen ready, waiting for neros story to be told.  Sh'e sees where tears had stained the statue, an old friend had cried here one, cheek to cheek with their brother.

Sadly, the fairy looked, and went to the book. .

In it, a line, a note...simply it said, turn back the pages of time, and see.

Sh'e turns it back....

An outpouring from the book, wisdom, pain, warriors forgotten, a war in the forest, found identities, the growth of this place, the losses of many.

Sh'e read enthralled, finding the shadow Ativans brilliance, and others that have moved on.

Sh'e reads, and discovers pages yet to be found.

Behind the statue lies the path less taken, a journey into our history, our heritage, the wisdom of gender, the deep things of the forest.

Outside there is commotion, but this is the heart of the unicorns, cherish it, and find the deep things of trans.  No game is this, it is life and death, passion and freedom, the very core of trans, preserved and freely given to those who seek there truth.

Walk the forest my dears, reveal your gender here, and be free.

"I have again violated the laws." the vampire flew up than driver into the earth. "wake me up when world stops moving." saddened, the 2 newborns vampires shouted "it wasn't her fault. she did it because she thought much of us that she broke the rules just to save us. she thought humans should have a chance no matter what the circumstances. she thought maybe giving us a chance, she'll find some humanity left and finally be able to move on. we mean no disrespect or harm." it was indeed true. the vampire lost hope in humanity and hid herself away in the earth, far away from what is real and what is not. that is the vampire's truth. maybe she really just doesn't belong.

Cerys hangs in the dark void, shadow against shadow and it is impossible to know where one ends and the other begins. The nature of this place is such that it is a vast and hungry emptiness, yet at the same time is no bigger than a pin head and as insubstantial as the memory of a long forgotten kiss. It has been with her a long time, and while it waxes and wanes it never leaves her. It is her core of darkness and one day she knows it will consume her utterly.

This is the dragon's truth and while she had made a kind of peace with it, she still hates it.

Truth is truth, it is personal to who we are, celebrate it and enjoy...The fairy is just reminding, nothing more my loving friends, no blame or anything here, just visions and dreams

Love to all that are here, and a lot of it.

Blessings

Satinjoy

The fairy flies to a treetops and looks over the forest.  Sh'e is ashamed of herself, Sh'e knows she tries to control and to guide, but is Sh'e overbearing?  Sh'e does not know.

Sh'e sees the precious creatures playing and hurting and being, how dare Sh'e try to influence them, forcing to a dream not their truth.  Sh'e is so sorry.

Sh'e loves all here, the playing and the pain, revelation and frivolity, the is nowhere like this anywhere, it is a dream come true.

Sh'e lights a candle for them all, and quietly lets them play.

Forgive me dear ones, my passion will blind, this place is so precious, so important, it is yours.

Sh'e seeks out the flower, and curls up next to her to rest.

Carry on please my dears, do not let me steal your joy.

The snail wakes up also, after long nap, tired from a long journey into the shops in the cities and back..

Yes, the snail shouts into the breeze, your thank you's were heard Melody, and not ignored.. The small snail may not be much of a warrior he explains, but hanging the picture in a house will ensure his protection and peace on all who live there..

On the way home the snail thought about all of the other creatures, talking to them even though they were not there, as he often does during the day where ever he may be, here or in the CIS-realm..  :D

The snail blushingly remembers looking upward from under the fairies treehouse, A secret he must never tell anyone else of, thus spoiling it for himself and his secret fantasies...  :P

The snail remembers his day today, in the shops in the cities.. At one shop he noticed one of the shopkeepers was trans, but was in hiding they're identity from the others in the CIS-owned shop.. The snail was wearing a trans emblem on his neckless, exposed over his snail shirt.. The shopkeeper noticed the snails neckless and smiled, even though saying no words.. The snail smiled also on his way out of the store, and for a few monemts while shopping, 2 strangers connected simply with a smile, and a mutual understanding that came from a simple emblem on a neckless.. The snail had not experienced this phenomena before, and was quite moved by it the rest of the day...

Now thinking of the future, and putting the past behind, the snail goes for a late evening walk into the moonlight of the forest, unafraid and emboldened by his day...  ;)

Kel sees the snail return to the forest with a smile. She walks alongside side him, chattering away in Dormouse.

She also wonders when the fairy will find the acorn message she has left in the treehouse..

The snail enjoys talking with Kel in dormouse, and they're voices add sounds to the night air like wind chimes during a breeze.. They're voices neither awaken any of the other creatures, nor cause the night owls to stop calling, but create a pleasant sound reminiscent of summers past in the unicorn forest..  :)

The three celestials streak through the forrest like a trio of fighter jets, slaloming through the trees like the winds of a hurricane.  The fur, hair and skirts of the other creatures of the forrest are blown about as the winged sisters streak by.  "SORRY!" Melody shouts apologetically to each one as she passes.

As they approach the the tree house, they see the great fairy sitting there, looking sad.  "They must've heard my message" Melody thinks to herself.  Rhapsody and Harmony fly by, continuing their game of chase, while Melody pulls up and lands in front of the fairy.  She holds out her arms and gives the great fairy of the forrest a loving, sisterly embrace.  "There's no need to apologise dear fairy," Melody reassures her, "we're new to the forrest - I just wanted to make sure we weren't stepping on the Mome Raths is all."  Melody kisses the fairy on the cheek and smiles kindly at her.  Rhapsody and Harmony - who by this time had circled around again - streak by once more, tagging their big sister and giggling like schoolgirls before jetting back off into the trees.  Melody rolls her eyes and laughs, "Sorry, I have to go deal with *THOSE TWO*!" she tells the great fairy playfully, giving them one last loving hug and sisterly kiss before taking flight once more to chase down her two miscreant companions.  "Oi!  Come back here you little rascals!" she yells after them as she takes off.

The three zip and spiral through the trees for several hours, paying no attention to where they're going and getting hopelessly lost deep within the forrest.  The trees get more dense, and Melody looses sight of her two tiny sisters.  She slows down and stops for a minute, trying to get her bearings.  "Rhapsody?  Harmony?" She calls out, "Where did you two go?".  She hears their familiar giggling for a moment, and starts following the sound.  The trees get too dense to continue flying, and the Archangel is forced to land.  She moves forward, brushing aside the leaves and branches of the forrest.  "Rhapsody?  Harmony?" She calls out once again, as she starts to get a little concerned.  She pushes through the densely packed forrest for what seems like ages, when finally the trees and the bushes open up into what appears at first to be an enormous clearing.  Melody shields her eyes as they adjust to the bright sunlight that she hasn't seen for several hours.  As the light becomes less blinding, she sees that what is in front of her is not a clearing as she'd first thought, but instead it's a large lake.

The Archangel takes in the beautiful and pure serenity of the vista in front of her.  She can see mountainous cliffs on the other side, and a parting between the rocks where a river outlet runs.  The banks are lined thick with trees of all varieties and beauties.  The water is the purest of blues, and reflects everything like a perfect mirror.  The left side stretches off to who-knows-where.


A little further up from where she stands, Melody notices a beautiful Willow tree overhanging the water.  It has been her favourite type of tree ever since she can remember.  There's just something so special about its flowing branches, and the gentle softness of its mossy green bark.  Melody approaches the magnificent Willow tree, touching it to feel its essence, and embracing it, letting it know that it is loved dearly by her just for simply existing.

She's not sure why, but something deep inside her tells her that no other creatures have visited this part of the forrest before.  It's as if the forrest has created a private sanctuary specially for the Archangel.  Melody feels obliged to go down to edge of the embankment, and touch the virgin waters.  As she gets close to the edge, she sees her own reflection in the calm lake, but.. something is different.  She stops, confused and wary.  The woman staring back at the Archangel looks like her, but at the same time - somehow.. doesn't.  She can't put her finger on it at first, but as she stares deeper, she realises that the image isn't wearing any armour - instead displaying a feminine dress much like that which her two little sisters wear.  Her face and body are softer and more delicate looking.  She's wearing beautifully painted makeup, and is missing the eternity of battle scars.  Melody touches her own face, trying to feel what is being shown to her, but only feels her rough, scarred skin.

Rhapsody and Harmony emerge from the tree line, having been searching for their big sister for some time since they noticed she was missing.  They find her by the waters edge, staring at her own reflection like the fabled Narcissus.  They fly over to her, and as they draw close, Melody sees their reflections too.  Unlike her own, the sprite's reflections are completely unchanged in any way.  She looks at her two sisters, baffled by what she sees.  "Why are your reflections unchanged, yet mine is so different?" she asks.  The two tiny beings smile at their big sister knowingly, and Harmony places her small hand on Melody's shoulder.  Melody looks back at the reflections, still puzzled, before eventually a look of realisation spreads across her face.

"Are you saying.. that's my *TRUE* self?" she asks.  The two sprites nod in confirmation.  The Archangel looks back once again at her reflection in the water. "I'm.. beautiful.." she states, a tone of surprise in her voice,  "Is this how you've both always seen me?".  Rhapsody and Harmony both close in and embrace their big sister, happy that she's finally seeing what they've always known to be true.  Melody touches her face once more, again trying to feel what she can see in front of her, and smiling cautiously as her skin seems just a little less rough, and a little less scarred than usual. 

They stay until the sun sets, and the three move up into the Willow tree for the night.  The tree is happy - it has never had creatures nesting in it before.  As the trio curl up in its branches, the Willow draws its leaves and branches in to protect them.  Feeling safe and at peace, they all fall into a deep and restful sleep.

The fairy is glad for the kind words, Sh'e heh had a tough time of late, it will be good, but has required all h'er strength to win through.  There are traps in the path of transition, she has stepped in one of the worst, a daughter nearly lost, but in the end, a hard anddpainfull lesson learned by both her and her father.

Sh'e whispers to the flower who has such a beautiful voice...I have a special word for you here tomorrow, a gift for us all, and you are the key...

Sh'e flies to the treehouse.  Sh'e does not see the precious dormouse gift.  Sh'e sees the mirror, and worse.

Stressed and tired the trap was clever, not of the forest but the past, this one was for the fairy.  A bottle of forgotten wine was next to the mirror, a glass ready, poison to h'er, nothing to others.

Sh'e looked at the the mirror and pulled off h'er hair.  Satinjoy in h'er was too strong, Sh'e does that when stress breaks, and the loss of control is fearsome.

In the mirror, the beard is there, that gift to the ciswife, needed so much.  The shoulders too large, the boobs too small, hair too short, and worse, the needs for the man who must be dad, falling short, failing to protect, distracted by trans.

Sh'e hurls a shoe at her mirror, hating the man who let h'er down, the failure she sees.  Not true, but it still hurt, Sh'e triggers.  The mirror shatters, the wine whispers of days long lost and buried thirty years before.

For three hours Sh'e fights the face off with h'er bottle, then with a final deep breath, Sh'e hurls it into the forest and collapses on h'er bed.  Sh'e needs h'er friends, she won her battle, in the world of cis, and her world of true gender.  This day will pass, balance return, but for now, others need to carry h'er, none of us are so strong that we do not need each other.

Sh'e sleeps along the glass , it will be ok, it is not easy to be the fairy.

Quote from: Satinjoy on November 05, 2014, 11:36:54 AM
The shoulders too large, the boobs too small, hair too short, and worse, the needs for the man who must be dad, falling short, failing to protect, distracted by trans.

Seeing this, the flower is sad. She knows the fairy to be a wonderful creature, surely as beautiful outside as within, and one whose honesty, caring, and devotion, shines like the warm midday sun. The broken mirror must be truly evil if it cannot show the gentle fairy this truth.

The fairy awoke with a start, having dreamed the flower again.

Sh'e rose quickly, knowing sh'e had been tricked into feeling the way she had.   Picking h'er way over the shards, she took flight to the deep place in the forest sh'e knew, the mirror of truth.

Looking deep within into h'er core, sh'e saw the old man and the young woman, the old man seated on the floor.   The woman over him, whispers in his ear.

"I love you" sh'e said. " You have protected us and endured, you are courageous and free, one who saves lives and sets hearts on fire.  Free yourself from this pain, and dance with me my dear, stand up, know thyself, and dance."  "You are a warrior, survivor of trans, survivor of booze, you have nothing to be ashamed of".

The old man stood, embraced the young woman, and  started to dance to the music of the forest.

As sh'e panned out from the mirror, only the diamond remained in sight, burning with light, as the two figures blended in totality into one heart, one mind, and one soul.

And in the treehouse, h'er mirror healed.

Somewhere between the the etherial planes, the dream world, the forrest and reality, lies a place of blood-red skies, roiling and contorting like a raging sea of tormented souls.  Beneath this, an unending expanse of black jagged rocks, gaping wounds pockmarking the ground, and from them, toxic clouds of sulphurous gas and hot magma spewing forth, spreading hatred, venom and bile in their wake.  Countless minor demons scurry around the hostile landscape, toiling endlessly for their unseen greater masters.

In this place lies a vast flat circle - several miles in diameter - forged of shinny black marble which gives off an eire red glow.  Great canals of blood criss cross the circle, forming a massive pentagram intersected by several concentric inner circles.  In the middle stands a formidable tower, made of the same black marble as the foundation on which it stands, and stretching right up - almost touching the violent clouds above.  The sides of the tower are covered in uninviting spikes and chains, which in turn are often entangled with the decaying bodies of tormented souls.  At the top of the tower, four large claw-like structures jut out and curl around a huge pure black orb which reflects no light, and which floats unsupported between the claws.  The tower stands, silently and endlessly fulfilling its dark purpose.

Melody has walked past this tower a million times, yet has never seen it.  It is hidden from her, as it is hidden from everyone, even those who helped to build it, and those who continue to work for it.  For this is a tower of lies. A tower of illusion.  A tower of deception and untruths.  A tower commissioned by the greater demons.  A tower designed with one purpose in mind: to keep its victim for whom it was built from seeing the truth of reality - and in turn - keep them in check.  The greater demons have constructed countless towers just like this for every creature in existence, to cover up countless truths and lead the innocent away from the light of love and tolerance, and instead into the hands prejudice and hatred.  Such towers compel their unknowing victim to help build more towers for others: even Melody herself - unknowingly - has helped build similar towers in the past, just as we all do.

This tower conceals the truth of gender from Melody.  The truth that gender is not binary.  The truth that trans* folk are regular people.  And perhaps the most important truth of all - that Melody herself is trans*.  And like all lies and deceptions - even this illusion can be shattered.  A chance encounter.  A moment of realisation.  A split second of lapsed concentration of the tower which allows a fragment of truth to escape and start a chain reaction.  It doesn't take a lot, but such towers are indeed powerful, and some can stand for the entirety of a creature's lifetime, even spanning entire generations.

Fortunately, this was not to be the destiny of this tower, for Melody had found her Lake of Truth, and seen her true reflection in the waters.  A chance encounter.  A moment of realisation.  A split second of lapsed concentration of the tower.

Out of nowhere, the ground beneath this particular tower shakes thunderously for just a moment, rocking it to its very foundation.  A lone piece of masonry falls silently from part way up the tower, hitting the ground with explosive force, and shattering into a cloud of dust and debris.  Another piece falls, following the same fate.  And then another, and another.  The tower begins sinking, leaning to one side as it does so.  The black orb at the top flickers, trying desperately to cling on to its pathetic existence, to stop the tower from falling, and to maintain the veil over the truth it was charged with guarding.  But it's already too late.  The orb of deception flickers one last time, before finally disappearing forever into the void from where it had once come.

The tower crumbles and falls with apocalyptic force, dragging the clouds above down with it in its wake, and sending a mushroom cloud of dust and debris rushing up to meet them.  The walls of the blood-filled canals below shatter with the impact, allowing the vile liquor they once contained to drain away forever into the landscape around.  Everything stops, and the dark tower is no more.

The lesser demons run around in panic, crying "The tower has fallen!  The tower has fallen!  The tower has fallen!", fearful of what their malevolent overlords will do to them for having let this unfortunate event occur.  "How could this happen?" they ask each other, when out of nowhere - the booming voice of Melody sweeps across the dark landscape like a hurricane, filling the ears of all the lesser demons around and answering their question.  Her voice says little.  Just four haunting words aimed squarely at all those who helped build this tower of illusion, laced with anger, pain and betrayal:


A chance encounter.  A moment of realisation.  A split second of lapsed concentration of the tower.

The fairy looks out of h'er treehouse, after checking h'erself out in the mirror again, the mirror now magically healed through the mirror of truth deep in the forest, a mirror not all dare to look into, but all who do are changed forever.

Sh'e delights in seeing the new creatures and the old, and the freedom.   She opens her unseen eye and looks into the unseen world and sh'e smiles, the lower planes are low indeed, and the ruin of deception is a wonderful thing to see when it wreaks havoc on the deciever instead of accomplishing its mission.  Sh'e wishes that the trine one, sh'e cannot call that name it is holy to h'er, but sh'e wishes they could see farther and higher, into the higher planes.  That they could travel up faster than light, and see the other dimensions, the ones where every cell in their body would be filled with joy.  It is true, the fairy has been there, long ago, and the One who protects h'er lives there.

The fairly closes that awareness down again, and looks out into the forest.  Sh'e seldom uses  that gift, sh'e has seen far too much already, there is enough here to handle.

The fairy spots the flower and smiles again.  Sh''e gently soars down to see h'er friend, the one with the beautiful voice, so authentic, so true.

Something new.  Something different about the flower, what was it, maybe the fairy was just aware of it, maybe it had always been there.

Sh'e was puzzled.  There was a scent in the air, not of h'er candles and incense, but something else, attractive, though the flower does not know this, like Obsession on a summers eve, or another perfume that stirs the emotions, and passion.

The fairy moved h'er face to the flower to smell the delicious scent better.

And so the visions begin.

It is the power of this flower of trans to speak boldly and reveal truth in a person, whether gender, or heart, and mostly they reveal the heart.  When the fairy smelled the flower sh'e saw a man, smoking a pipe, in front of a fire.  A tap on his shoulder, and a forlorn litte woman, seeking attention, ignored, told to go away.  The man got up, put down his pipe, and ran out the door, the girl followed,  He ran and ran, age catching him, the girl grew stronger and stronger...   finally, exhausted and in the beginning of the twilight of his life, he turned to her.

"Who are you, I am afraid, I do not want you, go away." he said.

"I will not sir", said the girl, homely through lack of attention.

"Who are you?" Said the man, and stuck her hard upon her head, kicking her stomach, ignoring all she said, hating her sweet spirit, it corrupted his mind.

"Sir," said the forgiving woman, "Sir, I am you."

And the man fell to the ground in utter terror, sobbing that he would never be able to outrun the woman.

Coming to, the fairy was stunned.  Sh'e paused a moment and retched, it had been too much for the moment, but still, the fragrance of the flower was sweet.

"Again" said the flower, in h'er very female voice, the voice of trans beauty.

Obediently the fairy bent and smelled the powerful scent of truth and past and dreams and vision.

Her mind was propelled to a high place, a blanket spread among the trees, the old man was with the woman, and he offered her flowers and incense and candles and lace.  And then, he offered her his heart.

She accepted the grace, healed from her wounds, she embraced the gift, and now beautiful from being helped, from the fullness of transitional love, she reached out slowly, and kissed the man on his forehead.  And with the kiss, she melted into the man, and the man changed instantly into the semblence of her, but still inside, he guides, he protects, the ferocity of that anger and hate now turned to the power of indomitable and untamed trans, no longer hate, but ferocity of protection.

And the two became one, and loved each other, and never again would either be ignored or spurned.

H'er head spinning the fairy snapped again to full consciousness.

The flower smiled a big smile, a puff of scented glory rising above her.  "I reveal hearts my dear, dreams, and truth, I do not hold my toungue."

The beauty of the flower, truth teller, revealer of hearts, precious to the world of trans, and to our forest.  And we will protect her.

Who dares partake of the scent of  this flower, revealer of the past and the future, revealer of your heart?

Love from the fairy, for of course, those visions here are of h'er.

the vampire stirs from slumber. still saddened, she pulls out her gem. this gem is her heart. whenever she was close to finding herself, the gem glowed bright and strong, but now, its dull, almost lifeless. she can hear noises outside. "looks like they are all fine. that makes one of us. wonder how those 2 are doing." she clutches the lifeless, cold stone tightly

This game sounds fun.  I think I'll join in for a bit. 

I'd say...an elven changeling.  I take many forms, and the only time you'll ever see the "real me" is if you stumble in my den...and at that point, well, I don't envy you.  >:-) 

I was hideous as a child, malformed...I was never the child they wanted me to be...until I found my gift and then I chose a visage I found to be beautiful: frightening, but still beautiful.  I found out later that it was because I was not fit for the realm of Man, instead belonging amongst the elves and satyrs in the woods.  I find power in my dark gift, but many fear it because they never know what to expect...and sometimes, I show them their inner reflections, which can be beautiful or frightening depending on who is looking upon me.

If you are pure, however, you have nothing to fear...

The fairy flies over to the dormouse, and gently scoops the wonderful creature up.  Sh'e also carries the flower with h'er, h'er new friend, a straight speaker sh'e values greatly, gifted to know.

Sh'e smiles as sh'e sees the fairy with the rainbow skirt flying around, looking at the forest, quietly watching, waiting to help.  Sh'e sees the genderless one, who has changed in the forest so much, one who found their core, and more than that, they found themselves, here in this place, allowing us all to be part of it.  Very exciting.

Sh'e chuckles a moment, that one wears some things that rival h'er own, sh'e needs to find out where they got it.  They can wear a stocking as hotly as sh'e can.... sh'e finds it quite enthralling, to say the least.

The eagle is soaring, it flies over the fairy's no longer needed mask, shed for the sake of authenticity, the dragon who's tail sh'e pulled is flying and shifting as they struggle through their night, an invisible spirit pursues them, not of this forest, not of this world.  But they press on.

In the alternate world of the cis, a replica of the fairy sits, writing h'er story, early in the morning the coffee steams, the hair is on, sh'e is fully transitioned, sh'e is as authentic as h'er wildest dreams...so greatful, it is something sh'e did not think possible.

But in the forest sh'e soars, seeing the squirrel and the porcupine who had found h'er wine, they are getting ready to have fun, they love the stuff.  The witch with the broken broom still studies the guide of transition and stares down that path to the top of the mountain.

Sh'e takes h'er two wonderful passengers, and then picks up the sootball, begging again for the mascara they provide, they comfort h'er in the night, they are precious to h'er.

Sh'e flies over the forest, remembering what is it, where it came from.  Birthed of a single sentence written in the book of the forest, one from the fallen Nero, that the androgyn is as rare as the unicorn.... the first of the unicorns is Nero.  Did trans take their life?  We do not know, and we weep for our brother.

Sh'e feels good today, having drunk deeply of the tree of hormones, and flies with h'er little friends over the forest.  Sh'e picks up the snail and thanks them for their picture, endearing is this one, cute and cuddly.  A dreamgiver.

There are so many others here, sh'e remembers now, some have left, some stay.  All have been changed by the forest, no one that enters remains the same.  It is a life changing place, it reveals hearts and gender, it is the way of us here.

Sh'e remembers the words spoken that astound, that reveal....

 Sh'e remembers the words of Sarah, the one that was here before, for now there are two.  The amazing revelation of the fact of the pains of trans, of loneliness, a haunting post here and there, breathtaking.  Sh'e remembers the original intros, long before the creatures knew what the forest would become, revealing their natures in the types of creatures they chose to be, revealing truths about themselves.

The casting ongoing, with only the orginal guide to keep it clear and focussed, the fairy remembers the first interactions, and the moment where it was called nothing but a game to play.  It is not of course, and no offence is taken, but it is so much more than a game, it is  the revelation of trans itself, it is what cannot be spoken in word, but can be revealed here, in many ways.  The joy of finally communicating who we really are, without the limits of words.

Sh'e remembers the introduction to the forest paths, the fun of  the forest, creatures playing innocently with each other, learning the way.  She remembers the places found, the tree of hormones, the path of transition, the statue of nero.  The treehouse, h'er own, but born of the history of the forest, it is not h'er thought, but that of those now gone.  The fountain, the cliffs, all that is here, much still undiscovered.

Sh'e remembers the fire.  It was bad, one of h'er protectors, a sage of the forest, was lost, so was the old woman and the tiger, the woodelf too has moved on, but they can be recalled.  Sh'e remembers h'er own stories too, many of them heartrending, but all of them true.

And sh'e remembers in the mirror of truth the finding of h'er gender and her core, and then, in another place, with another creature, the genderless kitty child sh'e chases found their mirror, and their truth.... exciting to say the least.

There has been pain here and pleasure, joy and sadness, anger and bitterness, and laughter.  it is the forest.

And newcomers come, and old ones go, and some remain.  And hearts are revealed, and truths are told, and the thread lives on, unique in the whole world, there is noplace anywhere like this, it is the androgyne forest, renamed to the nonbinary, it is the Unicorn Forest, deep in history, rich in culture, powerful in truth.

Let the new creatures come, let the old remain, join us living true, come have fun, reveal your hearts and genders, and let your feelings out.

The fairy finds h'er treehouse, and sets a table of trans for h'er guests, the wine of passion, the meat of fulfilled desires, the incense of love, the candles of light and of God, those darn mushrooms of fun, bitter herbs, sweet honey, a table set for all here.

The love of the fairy protects all of you, sh'e watches the forest, hoping to share the vision of unity, grace, and the great power of the diamond of trans to change us all into better creatures, proud of who we are, not hiding in shame.

Blessings and unconditional love, my dear ones, to all who post here, without exception.

Satinjoy the Fairy

Come to the table, elven changeling, revel with us, tell us your tale.

Meet us at the treehouse, if you dare.

;)

Welcome my dear

The dragon stalks the corridors of her old nightmare, seeking. She is filled with rage and fear and compassion, and her form flickers between shapes, like a bad television signal. But in the maelstrom of emotions that fills her she finds new certainty in what she is. She is Cerys, a being with the soul of a dragon and the heart of Ja human, and a survivor. The dark corridors could not consume her when they were her home and they will not consume her now.

She hears a sound - a sob, barely a whisper - but she knows it is the one she seeks. Shadowy hands grasp at her, trying to slow her, but in her rage her strength is legion and they part like mist before her incandescent fury. She finds the one she is looking for locked in a toilet cubicle, it is a small child, their gender uncertain, hidden under a mop of chestnut hair. Their face is beautiful, showing both the promise of what they will become, and the pain they will endure to get there.

"Who are you?" They ask. There is a hunger to their words, a longing that would break your heart.

Cerys smiles, tears rolling down her face, "I'm you little one."

"But... You're beautiful."

"As are you little one."

The child shakes their head, "No I'm not, I'm a freak. No one loves me."

Cerys smiles again, "I love you. Even those that brought you into the world love you."

The child's expression freezes but the anger is hot in their words, "They're not my parents! I hate them!"

"I know, I did too. But they still love you"

The child looks at her, " Why are you here? Have you come to take me away? Are you the one I called to?"

"Perhaps," she smiles again, "I wanted to give you something." And having said that she pulls a burnished copper acorn on a fine chain from around her neck. "Keep this safe, one day it will blossom."

The native curiosity of all twelve year olds takes hold of the child, "Into what?"

"You," she says simply.

"I don't understand, are you a dream?"

She smiles, knowing the truth, "We are all dreams child, be safe."

The dream fades, if it was a dream. Cerys is not sure anymore, besides she's not sure if it really matters. The dragon knows that we all shape our own realities through the lens of our perception, reality is relative, not absolute. She smiles, knowing she is back in the unicorn forest in a shape that is comforting to her, she can hear the distant chatter of creatures and life, but is not yet ready to join them. She thinks of the shadow, and the paths they wandered before they left the Forrest.

"Perhaps I'll walk a while"

Rhapsody's eyes creek open in the dawn light.  She stretches and glances over at Harmony who's still curled up asleep on the branch next to her.  The faint smell of acrid smoke fills her nose for a moment, but nothing in the forrest is on fire.  The smell quickly disappears again, and Rhapsody reasons that it must just have been her over-active imagination.  Sleepily, she hovers down out of the great Willow tree to the water, landing and kneeling on a partly submersed stone so she can splash her face.  She suddenly realises that something is missing.  What could it be?  Is it important?  It feels important.  She looks around, trying to figure out what it could be.  Then she realises: where is Melody?

Rhapsody flies back up to the tree and tries to rouse her sleeping sister.  Harmony turns over, trying to ignore the rude interruption and return to the lovely dream she was just having.  Rhapsody continues jabbering at Harmony insistently, pointing at the branch where Melody had been sleeping.  Harmony gives her sister an irritated look, but glances over to the branch she's pointing at.  She rubs the sleep from her eyes and looks again, this time her eyes widening as she comprehends the situation.  She sits up suddenly, nearly knocking Rhapsody off the branch.  The two sprites jibber about what to do and where she could have gone.  They are just about to go searching for their big sister, when they hear a blood-curdling scream of pain from somewhere near by in the trees.

The sprites dart down from the Willow tree and into the forrest, trying frantically to locate the source of the noise, full of concern for the Archangel.  As they search, they hear it again, this time followed by the distinct thunk of metal on the ground.  They look harder, trying desperately now to find their sister.  Eventually, they find a clearing and see the Archangel standing in the middle with her back to them, seemingly clutching her right arm and breathing heavily through gritted teeth.  She doesn't look up as the sprites approach her cautiously, unsure of what's going on.  As they get close, Harmony grabs Rhapsody by the arm and points at an object on the floor near to their big sister.  It's a tubular piece of thick metal, split open like a clam shell and lined with a sticky-looking red, black and yellowish goo.  The sprites don't know what it is, but it makes them feel slightly queasy regardless.

They get closer, and peer over Melody's shoulder.  She's holding her right arm, more in curious study than in pain.  They look closer, and almost recoil in horror as they realise that the Archangel's arm guard is missing, exposing her bare forearm which is caked in blood and pus.  Some skin is hanging off in places, and raw muscle can be seen almost the entire way up.  They look back at the object on the ground, now realising that it's the missing arm guard that had been prized open and discarded.  They see now that the strange lining is in fact what remains of their sister's forearm's skin, which had fused and woven itself into the armour after eons of continuous wear.  The archangel had been wearing her armour for so long, it had practically become a part of her.  The sprites try hard not to vomit at the gruesome sight, and come close to Melody again.  Slowly, Melody looks up at her two little sisters with tears in her eyes.  "I... I had to know," she tells them simply.

They give their sister an understanding smile, and embrace her reassuringly.  Rain starts to fall in the clearing.  Melody has always loved the calming, soothing pitta-patter of the rain.  The sprites start healing the wound, but they've never had to deal with such a large surface area before.  It takes them time - most of the day in fact - along with the help of the healing rain from above to clean up the wound and weave a lattice of new skin cells, but as the sun starts to set, they manage to complete the task.  The new skin of Melody's forearm is incredibly thin, fragile and raw, but as the trio settle down for the night in the great Willow tree once again, Melody can't help but hold her new arm out in front of her, turning it and studying it from all angles.  The Archangel imagines a future day where she can walk naked and unashamed, without the burdensome armour weighing her down.  She doesn't want to be rid of it entirely - the ancient metal has protected her from many deathly blows, and no doubt there will be times where it will be needed again.  She just simply wants to not feel like she has to wear it every moment of every day, so she can just be her true self.

Is that really so much to ask for?

...and so, the changeling looms in the murky distance with a smile on Its face, watching as this tale unfolds.  It finds this all to be amusing, indeed. 

Preferring to watch more than to play, It keeps Its distance.  Like Itself, it knows that the world only changes on the surface...but while It has known this Tale before, It has not seen it creep about with this skin.

Will It have a role to play in this ordeal, or will It remain simply nothing more than a presence to be forgotten about, but strangely felt?  Only time will tell.  In uncertainty is where the changeling is most comfortable, so it is there It shall remain.  All anyone can know is that there is a changeling about, somewhere...but where?

The next time you embrace your lover, ask yourself: is it really the one you know?  Or has the changeling come to steal away your affection, if not but for a brief moment in time?

If a friend betrays you, will you blame the changeling?  Or will you face the dark reality that, perhaps, your companions are not as loyal as they seem?

a young elf-like creature sleeps in a glade in the forest, within thick grass and fragrant wild flowers.
it's a girl, the forest creatures who pass by her can see that for she is naked and without shame.
bathed in the silvery light of the full moon, she dreams of being both he and she, of both genders, and of none.
the dream is sweet, it's of a lovely future of unlimited possibilities.

but dreams will end, they cannot go undisturbed.
the moment the moon is filled with the light of the sun, a chill runs through the girl.
vile memories of a violent past walk her dreams, a smoldering rage from times immemorial run through the young one's body.
her eyes open, darker than the night, with a fire burning hotter than molten lava.
the moon answers by turning red.
a silent whisper runs through the forest as the blood moon shines upon it, dying everything bright the color of blood.

darkness seeps out of the girl's body, it drowns every living thing around her.
the grass wilts, the flowers turn to ash.
the little elven girl weeps, her tears burning dark lines on her silvery skin.
the shadow eats into her flesh, she becomes darkness, a wish to destroy.
her childish smile lacks warmth, playfulness has left her mind.
her darkness starts a fire which it quenches moments later.
she looks up at the moon, asking it to rain meteors on everything that hurts her.

out of the deeps shadows rises a shard of a forgotten memory, a pice of the dream that was broken.
he holds her softly, whispers in her ear.
"calm yourself. death is not ours to bestow."
he embraces her tighter, takes on her anger. becomes a cold that can chain her hate.

he is her, she is him. they are the same, they have always been.
they share the darkness, become one like they should always have been.
and elf-like creature stands up under the blood moon, they have silvery skin dyed red by the moon's light.
ice blue eyes with a hot red fire deep inside.
a balance that is hard to keep.

when the blood moon is over, the fire runs out, the ice will melt.
our natural form has sky blue eyes full of hope.
but tonight we fight demons of old, chaining the lava with thick ice.

a tiny black ball jumps on our head. we wish to embrace it.
but he is too busy holding her hands, stalling her on her way to get revenge.
and she cries as she remembers where that soot once came from.
that thing's story will be told on another day.

Cerys feels the blood moon rise, and feels the hurt and rage and pain of her friend. She knows that she cannot carry the burden of the elf child, it is not hers to bare. Instead she sends part of herself out from the hidden pathways she is walking to wrap round the elf child so they know that they are not alone.

the vampire stirs in her grave like hole in the ground. she had a dream last night. it was such a peaceful but yet full of sorrow. however she found what was needed. it was a purpose, something to strive for. she opened her eyes and whispered 'I already know who I am. I was chasing the wrong shadow. its  purpose is the source that leads to all things. if I can find it, than maybe I'll find the answer I so desperately want an answer to.' but still, she doesn't know if she wants to come put the ground yet. she closes her eyes again, crawls into a ball and falls back to sleep. he 2 outside could hear her stir. they place their hands to the ground and suddenly, it didn't feel as cold as it did before. they looked at each other and smiled. "our master's gem is starting to show life again. maybe she'll come out the ground and give it another go."

The fairy is resting, and sh'e gets close to the flower again.  H'er mind opens, a door opens

Sh'e sees an innocent boy, trying to fit in, trying so hard, but knowing somehow that they are different, but never what it was. 

They tried and tried, and could never quite fit in.

The very young child finally gave up trying, and retreated into book after book, devouring everything they could find, in a retreat from their pain.  A brilliant young mind, already lost, unable to fit into the world around them.

One day, they looked into the mirror, and they were confused.  Was it a boys face they saw, or a girls?

They could see both.  But the eyes and the face, were a girls.

And hell began.

The fairy came too, and smiled at the flower.  Sh'e went to the mirror, to prepare for the cisworld, and to authentically be h'erself.

Both faces were there, the woman sh'e has grown to respect and cherish, and the man of integrity and strength.  Then, with a breath, sh'e allowed them to dance in the core, and to become who sh'e truly is, under the many ways sh'e shows h'erself.  Niether male nor females, sh'e is made whole, in the strength of h'er blended core.

Sh'e pauses to review h'er female body in the mirror, and today, sh'e is well pleased, as sh'e tunes out that which remains of the old, and focuses on that which has been crafted by the tree of hormones, the body sh'e always wanted, the deepest of needs fulfilled.

Sh'e thought of the vision.  It was from the very beginning, h'er journey, right to the roots of h'er creation.

A moment, and she asks the Sun to fire up h'er diamond, drive out the darkness, and guide h'er through the day.  For the Son is the key to it all for h'er, sh'e would have been lost long ago, without their help.

Smiling at h'er friends, and saddened at the pain of those who walk our paths, their paths, all of the paths, she moves to the window, and confidently steps out onto the diamond tightrope leading to the wilderness of the Cis, and face the challenges of the day.

the vampire had another dream, but this time is was different. a voice whispers to her 'its time.' she knew what it meant, so she clutch her dying stone, and closed her eyes. "I will never become more than average. I will never become something great. I will never be the one to lend a helping hand nor will I ever comfort those who are need. but that is fine with me. I am an anti-hero, one who walks between good and evil. I am a lonely creature and that void will never be filled but I am happy still happy. I am a product of misery and sorrow but isnt something that I can or want to control. i am the yin, for i create things but not give life to those things. so my wish is remain this way, to remain myself. I can't change myself, I can only change my situations." the vampire realized by chasing after that light at the end of the tunnel has caused a paradox affect. "there is no light for me to find, maybe for others, but not for me, so I will walk the path of no light and I will find the truth hidden within the lies." with that, the gem started to radiate. "I am who I am, and that won't change. i know who i am and what i want to be, so no matter what happens, I will not stop surviving. my purpose is to find a reason to believe in humanity and even find a way to forgive humanity. hey, maybe I'll actually see this "light" I keep hearing about." she breaks out the ground and looks at the starry sky. "I guess I should leave here and never return. i've never stayed in one place this long. its time I start moving again or I'll remain trapped."

The snail who was eating a wild blueberries in the underbrush noticed the Vampire, and heard her words.. Wise he thought, this child from the dark place, her words ring true..

As the snail is very proud of the Vampire now, and knows better the meanings of her sometimes mysterious words and poetry, he also feels trapped and vulnerable to unknown eyes, and follows her, holding the very bottom of her black cape to keep up, and hopefully temporarily, but for now departs the forest also..

reaching the end of the forest, the vampire's cloak felt a bit heavy. she looks down and spots the snail. she smells. she picks up the snail and places him on her shoulder. the 2 depart  from the forest, but the vampire leaves a parting gift. she takes out the horn she was given and places it on a rock. "far well for now."

In another part of the forest, the fairy seeks cerys, and finds them.

Sh'e mounts the surprised Dragon and folds in h'er Guildford wings.

Fly, dear Dragon, Sh'e says.  Fly to the edge, the burnt area of the forest, the place nobody goes.

The Dragon acquiesced, and they reach the desolate spot.

No harm can come here, thought the fairy.  Sh'e was mad tonight, Sh'e won't say why, but Sh'e is angry.

She whispers in the ear of h'er Dragon friend, here in the desolation of past hurts, and present.

Burn it, my dear.  Sh'e said.  Burn it up, the pain, the anger, the feelings, the rage.

Burn for me dear Dragon, fill the sky with flame.

A candle can be lit another night, tonight, let the fires rage, where no harm can come.

Burn my bitterness, dear Dragon, light the fire and the night sky.

The dragons fire is hot beyond imagining, cleansing the scorched earth of bitterness and hurt. Cerys dances joyously in the destruction, and can sense the fairy's anger lifting as that desolate place burns.

Shanpoo noticed the sky turn red.

Oh Shi...  someone got the fairy going again.

Oh bother.

No worries Shanpoo.  Just a bad day.

The flames burn on, but we want acorns now.

Kel the dormouse giggles at Shanpoo's surprised look when she appears in front of Shanpoo with acorns..

The fairy drinks deep of the tree of hormones.  Now the flames look pretty...Sh'e brings cerys to the dormouse and poo, and they all dine on acorns and mushrooms.

Chuckling, the fairy watches them eat.


A stoned Dragon.  Now what.

Sh'e sees theesnail and and miscievously shows some leg.

Ahhh, hormones, and mtf chemical pms.  Puberty twice.

sootball sees fire and rushes to as quickly as the tiny ash wing can carry it through the air.
finally there, the fire is already out and only charcoal and ashes are left.
but sootball is not sad! it takes out the acorn it once got from the nice dormouse and plants it in the middle of the burnt ground and covers it with ashes.
then it picks up some charcoal and starts doodling on the unharmed trees around.

a barely visible shadow emerges from somewhere between the trees. it sweeps over the ashen field until it reaches the buried acorn.
the shadow whispers a spell that draws clouds towards the burned out fire site. rain falls, a magical rain that makes flowers bloom.
the acorn sprouts, the small plant grows taller and taller, reaching high above the few charred treas that still stand, all the way into the clouds.
just as suddenly as they came, the clouds disappear, letting the sun shine through.
the tree skeletons glisten in the light and shatter into a glittering diamond dust that falls upon the flowers below, making them shine like the first day of spring.

The fairy awakes with a huge emotional hangover, and it wasn't mushrooms.  Sh'e gently slid out from under the dragons arms,,glad they were post op and she was still virgin..

Mushrooms do make some interesting nights.

She walked over to a path and saw two wells.   Both were deep.

She looked in one and it was cold as ice at its bottom.

Sh'e looked at the other and the bottom was searing flame.

Three books were there.

One, the book of fear.

The next, the book of rage.

The third, the book of memories.

She opened the book of memories.

And fell into both wells headlong.

On the way to the bottom, helpless, she shut the book of memories and suddenly was as the top.

The book continues to fall deeper into the well.  But Sh'e chooses another path.

The Sun rises.  Time for renewal, time for strength, and peace.

Be careful with those open wells.

Uh - Oh Breaking News, we have a problem. Anyone we know?

http://www.inquisitr.com/1612727/unicorn-deer-killed/

Quote from: Shantel on November 16, 2014, 01:49:25 PM
Uh - Oh Breaking News, we have a problem. Anyone we know?

http://www.inquisitr.com/1612727/unicorn-deer-killed/

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The flower is stunned, shocked, saddened, and numb at the departure of two of the wonderful creatures she had grown to love. She holds out hope maybe they'll come back, but she knows that's the world does not bend to her wishes and hopes. The world of creatures that move is unforgiving and sometimes love is gone for good. She feels the anger and pain around her and it stings her petals. She is powerless to stop it, and confused about its source. How indeed, can a world with such amazing possibilities and beauty prove so often to produce discord and unhappiness?

She envelops herself with her leaves and tries the best she can to comfort her tender heart.

The fairy is here.  The flower is not abandoned.

But we may be the last of the unicorns to survive.

While we are unique and irreplaceable individuals the forest is forever evolving in spirals of change with new creatures and permutations arising from our midst.  I look forward to flying around on these gossamer fairy wings and spinning rainbows of color as a mosaic of welcome to the uninitiated. The forest remains to greet the sunshine and warmth of new love and a new day.

There is space in my treehouse my dear one of trans, candles are lit, a table is set, incense still burns.

I pass you the candle my dear, I share my key.

Kel the dormouse places a giant golden acorn in the middle of the forest clearing, a tribute to all those that inhabit the forest, as well as those who no longer dwell here.

Faint lights filtered green through the leaves dance over her still form, lingering on a mole here, a scar there... It is quiet, calm in the deep forest, the warm dark. She lies in the grass and watches the leaves and the light, and thinks. Worries. Work, pain, writing, love, surgery. Destroy the zygomatico-temporal branch of the trigeminal nerve: words that mean new scars and old hopes.

She struggles to put the thoughts together, chemical swirls and electrical storms. Struggles to write, as always, as always.

Abruptly she stands... and staggers as blood rushes about in her body. She laughs at herself, at her awkwardness, at her frustrations and insecurities. Spinning about, making herself more dizzy on purpose now--being unhappy is too exhausting, really, to do for too long.

Stepping away from herself, she wonders about the others. What their lives really feel like from the inside, what they worry and dream about in the dark, in their most secret hiding places. Whether they've found the time and space, the love and breath, charm and beauty to be happy.

She gets tired of spinning and dances there, by herself, for a little while, listening to music piped in from another world, the world where she is lazing in bed and watching her girlfriend messing with her computer, where she is SUPPOSED to be editing that play for her sister not screwing around on an internet forum. (Lazy dork.) Where maybe she would like to shower and get dressed and go see pandas playing in the snow.

I'll always love this place, these forums, 'cause I met my girl here. 'Cause I got to spin and charm, to chat it up with some clever gentlefolks. Discuss and argue, fight and comfort. Learn and teach and be a complete idiot once in a while. But sometimes, things get heavy to carry you know? Sometimes you just want to see pandas playing in the snow.

- S

Welcome -S,

Delighted to understand that you found love here once with some spin and charm.  i live in a place of faint lights and temperate rainforest greens.  Please do continue to write your place in the forest. 

That the forest is forever new and renewed makes my heart soar.  To have a new dancer grace the glenns is glad tidings indeed.  All who bear good will are forever welcome.

Sigh,  I fear that intemperance and discord have poisoned the land of acceptance and love.  So many have left and will not return even to visit.  I have tried to leave and couldn't.  I've tried to stay but am sad for the loss of beauty.  It will all be well and new, but is foreign to me.  "Good Luck," she said and she stepped from the shadow and walked  quietly to the shore.

Julie

The flower understands JulieBlair's lament. She is rooted to this spot, while so many of those mobile creatures, whose ways she doesn't understand, have left. But the flower too, will remain, to welcome those who find themselves here, as she was welcomed so long ago.

The dragon blossom next to the flower suddenly speaks out.

"don't worry dear heart, not all those who wander are lost, and deep roots are not touched by the frost."

a shadow of the once departed vampire appears on rock in the center of the forest. she looks, her eyes deeper the the ocean's abyss and with wings blacker than night that could cover the entire sun. and than, the shadow is gone, leaving not even a trace

Dark skies canvas of the forest.
Black birds jolt out of the trees, leaving footprints on the wind.
Pink, blue, and purple blotches stretch out onto the sky as night approaches.
The cold wind sings a lullaby as the starlight flickers, an unknown creature wails in the distance.
Everything is still.

the song of the distant past, hearts that continuly search. the stone that glows and burns with cold fire. the vampire appears on the stone in the middle. she sings the song of the future as the stars shine, burning and shooting across. a wish of a lonely heart and the song desire. a place where all things converge together. "I must not stay for long but I hang this star. I can no longer see anything anymore but I leave this."

The forest is quieter now, but the girl is glad that some still remain.  A new star shines in the firmament - she makes a wish and is no longer seen.

Happy thanksgiving to all in the forest.  This unicorn forest has properties and principals that my real time forest envies.  I recently received notice that the loggers are coming back to "harvest" the commercial woods adjacent to us.  It will be a hard to see the destruction they bring.  Now where is my direct dial number for the Lorax??

Quote from: Tessa James on November 27, 2014, 11:33:00 AM
Happy thanksgiving to all in the forest.  This unicorn forest has properties and principals that my real time forest envies.  I recently received notice that the loggers are coming back to "harvest" the commercial woods adjacent to us.  It will be a hard to see the destruction they bring.  Now where is my direct dial number for the Lorax??

Lorax are busy elsewhere (have their hands full, from what I hear).

We'll need to rely on Cindy, Susan, and the mods to keep our forest safe.

Thanks for the holiday wishes, Tessa. Same to you.

Kel the dormouse still inhabits the forest, but now she quietly just watches from a nest she has built under the eaves of the fairy's tree house.

The three celestials also still inhabit the forrest, quietly watching from the treetops, confused by the glimpses of events that seem to have transpired when they weren't watching.  They hope everyone is safe.

But they can't get involved, not right now at least.  Their energies run low, they have not sung for two full weeks, and likely will not sing for a few more to come.  The stars are not aligned right now, so the celestials must wait patiently for their time to come.  A time to find their guide, a time when they will be shown to the tree of hormones, a time when they will fly higher than the stars in the sky.

But for now, they must wait.  There is much else to do in preparation anyway, so quietly they watch, hidden in the treetops.

The fairy circles high overhead, waiting, watching.

Sh'e knows there is more, and that there are other forests.

Daring to dream, sh'e flies overhead, h'er mission to challenge, to awake, to light candles in a cursed darkness.

Always light,  always love, always passion.  This is the heart of trans.  The way of bitterness is a fruit for others to dine upon, we choose to be free.  Nothing can stop us, nothing can put us down, only ourselves.

Sh'e flies the rainbows, delights in the Son, and other legacies here live on.

Learn my dears of the legacies of this forest, and find the thousands that have moved into other worlds, stealth unicorns making a difference, and many now are daring to be heard and to come out.

Lighting candles sh'e is.  Candles in the sky, candles in the soul.

Quote from: Sarah7 on November 19, 2014, 03:04:41 PM
Faint lights filtered green through the leaves dance over her still form, lingering on a mole here, a scar there... It is quiet, calm in the deep forest, the warm dark. She lies in the grass and watches the leaves and the light, and thinks. Worries. Work, pain, writing, love, surgery. Destroy the zygomatico-temporal branch of the trigeminal nerve: words that mean new scars and old hopes.

She struggles to put the thoughts together, chemical swirls and electrical storms. Struggles to write, as always, as always.

Abruptly she stands... and staggers as blood rushes about in her body. She laughs at herself, at her awkwardness, at her frustrations and insecurities. Spinning about, making herself more dizzy on purpose now--being unhappy is too exhausting, really, to do for too long.

Stepping away from herself, she wonders about the others. What their lives really feel like from the inside, what they worry and dream about in the dark, in their most secret hiding places. Whether they've found the time and space, the love and breath, charm and beauty to be happy.

She gets tired of spinning and dances there, by herself, for a little while, listening to music piped in from another world, the world where she is lazing in bed and watching her girlfriend messing with her computer, where she is SUPPOSED to be editing that play for her sister not screwing around on an internet forum. (Lazy dork.) Where maybe she would like to shower and get dressed and go see pandas playing in the snow.

I'll always love this place, these forums, 'cause I met my girl here. 'Cause I got to spin and charm, to chat it up with some clever gentlefolks. Discuss and argue, fight and comfort. Learn and teach and be a complete idiot once in a while. But sometimes, things get heavy to carry you know? Sometimes you just want to see pandas playing in the snow.

- S

How sad.  I understand, I just I wish I could have said goodbye before you went :(.  One of my fave peeps...

The beauty of living is that doors open both ways.  We never know who will seek knowledge in the forest, who will leave, who will return.  Some of us are edge creatures and need the dangerous and beautiful meadow as well as the sheltering woodlands.  But we are still near when needs be.  Whenever and wherever a hand reaches out for help I hope that my or another's hand is reaching back.  For that I am responsible.

Peace

I'm Alanah and I'm a beautiful pixie

Quote from: aj64ny on January 17, 2015, 09:35:23 AM
I'm Alanah and I'm a beautiful pixie

Welcome Alanah.

The forest has been a bit quiet lately, but there are still a few folk who would love to get to know you.

Thank you very much for the warm welcome

Siliently the fairy glides through the forest here, visiting h'er treehouse of old.  Sad sh'e is, that it is so quiet, that so many have dissappeared, some going stealth, some leaving, some however remain, the fairies and the flowers, there are a few left.

Sh'e seldom comes this way now, h'er closest friends are in another world, one sh'e also enjoys.  But sh'e is still a part of this forest, sh'e watches, silently, not visible, but sh'e is still in h'er treehouse, candles and incense still burn, silk blows gently in the wind, and there is a flower in the middle of h'er table, the table set for trans, where all are welcome, and few can understand the way of the nonbinary.

So quietly sh'e blows a kiss to the forest, winks at the flower, and with a spin, vanishes again in a golden blur of wings, until sh'e appears again.

Blessings my dears from Satinjoy the fairy.

Far above the Forrest, the great dragon does a slow loop the loop in the last rays off the setting sun. Then she vanishes again.

The flower feels her blossom just slightly opening. Old friends visiting give her comfort that a thaw after a long winter may soon be at hand.

The dormouse scrurries across the clearing, stopping to mound some compost around the base of the flower..

Quote from: kelly_aus on February 27, 2015, 07:00:01 PM
The dormouse scrurries across the clearing, stopping to mound some compost around the base of the flower..

;D

I am the formless rorscach. look into my eyes and tell me what you see. I am nothing but everything. I am apart but yet I am separate.

And the flowers are now emerging for a new season of growth in the Unicorn Forest thanks to that nourishing compost.  It feels so good to stretch my wings and fly around in the forest from flower to flower, as fairies do, sampling the lavender and other essences of bountiful life.

the rorscach turns into a dragon and roars loudly

Ah spring, I hear another dragon as they emerge and loudly announce their presence but without breathing fire.  I have heard that some Chinese dragons do not like a meandering route but will follow a straight line to their goal.  The Unicorn Forest being so magical and creative we can expect almost anything to be a little different.....

" oh I could breathe fire but I rather turn into a giant cyclops." the rorscach changes forms again and turns into a giant hammer weilding cyclops

the rorschach turns into a ball zones around, weaving between trees finally stopping and floating over a small running stream. looking at its reflection, the rorschach changes again into a fish. "well i hope no one goes fishing. dont feel like getting caught." the rorschach blends into the water and swims upstream.

Silently sh'e walks through the forest.  Matured now, seeing clearly, sharp sighted.  Strong as diamond, she bacame herself, and found her wings.

The ways of old are forgotten, the new, they do not know the deep truths of this place.  The paths leading to freedom and joy, the mirrors of gender, the truths of flaming hearts of trans.

Silently, quietly, she walks a deserted forest.  Like Arwen on the passing of her beloved Aragorn, she lingers on, grieving quietly, yet knowing ... it was not the end.

She can say no more.

Quote from: Satinjoy on February 28, 2016, 08:27:11 AM
Silently sh'e walks through the forest.  Matured now, seeing clearly, sharp sighted.  Strong as diamond, she bacame herself, and found her wings.

The ways of old are forgotten, the new, they do not know the deep truths of this place.  The paths leading to freedom and joy, the mirrors of gender, the truths of flaming hearts of trans.

Silently, quietly, she walks a deserted forest.  Like Arwen on the passing of her beloved Aragorn, she lingers on, grieving quietly, yet knowing ... it was not the end.

She can say no more.

The flower understands. She has seen many winters, times of cold where all hope seems lost. But all give way to a warm blossoming spring

And our time together moves like tiny tendrils beneath the soil and bark seeking nourishment and connections of depth and meaning.  Quietly encircling our neighbors in another season of hope and enriching sunshine.

I'm wind.  I'm everywhere, I am heard, but not many talk back to me.  Yet, I am proud and capable of many things.

    ~ Winter

Quote from: DiamondBladee on February 29, 2016, 01:22:32 PM
I'm wind.  I'm everywhere, I am heard, but not many talk back to me.  Yet, I am proud and capable of many things.

    ~ Winter

We heard you all night long! Rumbling thru with gusts and squalls, then a delicate rain and finally with a sigh you were quiet again.

Quote from: Tessa James on February 29, 2016, 01:33:22 PM
We heard you all night long! Rumbling thru with gusts and squalls, then a delicate rain and finally with a sigh you were quiet again.

It fits me well; after all almost anything can exist in a unicorn forest.  I'm just kinda there, I do things for everyone, it's just what I do :)

The elf had followed their friend the fairy.  Recognising the familiar forest, they smiled  and they understood.  Often folk are drawn back.  The fairy is safe.  Their concern allayed, the elf retraced their steps to rejoin their fellow travellers in a distant glade.

Safe travels

Isla

Sh'e is safe my darling elf, and she is free.

Silently the Fairy walks the ancient forest paths.  On the edges of the forest, the old burned trees remain, charred, old.  But within the burnt area there is life remaining, growing, renewing.

Unexpected, this was to h'er.  Sh'e is pleased.  Sh'e begins to walk around, looking for the others that are here.  New faces, new lives, most do not know h'er, some, are old friends.

Sh'e smiles at h'er flower, and looks gently around h'er. 

It is peaceful.

Sh'e heads into the deep forest to remember, to mourn, and to awake.

Gilded wings spread wide in the Sun, sh'e quietly walks the forest paths, hands open, love returning to h'er heart.

Satinjoy

Quote from: Satinjoy on April 09, 2016, 09:24:06 AM
Sh'e smiles at h'er flower, and looks gently around h'er.

;D

I'm the little blue dragon that thinks their a cat. I just sort of awkwardly stumbled into the story. Then awkwardly stumbles back out.

Lol

The original thread was designed to express gender through what kind of creature we felt represented it.
It evolved through interaction into a brilliant reflection of nonbinary discovery.

I chose the Fairy and remain known that way.  There is more to that choice than i let on.

Allegory has great power to reveal a heart and discover a truth.

This thread is a legacy of the old forest, prescious to me, it was history, and it still is a living root in the unicorn forest of the nonbinary genders.

Satinjoy the fairy.

Sh'e is searching for h'er elf, they are wandering, not all is well.

Softly and quietly, sh'e walks the forest path, gilded wings unfolded, a diamond cane in h'er hand.

Oh. Well, then I stand by my dragon. I stumble in and out of things awkwardly. I am many things, but I don't fit in anywhere. Not even with the other dragons. I was born a dragon, and I don't dislike that. I am fierce and I treasure what's mine. But I know I'm not like the other dragons and they know it too. I love the majesty and grace of the wood elves, but though I share many traits with them, I am not. I fly with the fairies, mischevious and carefree, yet graceful and gentle. But I am not. I can't decide who I am, nor find where I belong. My only friends are those in the woods even though I live in the fields. I am everything. And I am nothing.

The Fairy's interest is tweaked.  Long the forest of the unicorn genders has been silent...named by one who's statue remains.  One who is still remembered and mourned.  Nero.

Sh'e wonders at this dragon, sh'e has met a few.

Its been so long, sh'e has forgotten even how to speak.

Memories flood in, and deep sadness.

Read the history of this place, your eyes will tear, there are many lessons here, and a dark time that took a heavy toll.

Sh'e is cautious.  This is a holy place.  Like a tomb, with a new garden planted.

One returned...one survivor.  Sh'e is frightened.  It has been years.

A sad smile.  A dragon. 

H'er heart goes out to them, they have touched h'er.

Long lived as judged by human kind the elf ponders the fairy and this part of the forest.  There are signs of life but the elf  is distracted having enjoyed the last few years in another glade which suddenly lost its lustre, vitality and original members when division and dysfunction caused them to leave a small group to let the embittered chat among themselves.   

Still not sure why folk can't recognise the power in community, preferring to attack and exclude those who are more inclusive, they weaken and bicker while the forest decays.

So sad, but others will arrive - they always do.  Perhaps they will celebrate all creatures of the forest and not retire behind hastily erected walls like their forbears.

Shaking their head, the elf looks to the evening star and continues their travels

The dormouse still lurks in the forest, however, she keeps a low profile these days.

Quote from: Aisla on April 22, 2016, 12:13:41 AM
Still not sure why folk can't recognise the power in community, preferring to attack and exclude those who are more inclusive, they weaken and bicker while the forest decays.

Well, most do, but community implies norms, and norms require some degree of sacrifice, meaning that if there is no sort of enforcement, those unwilling to sacrifice will take advantage of others. So some sort of enforcement becomes required, begetting people who take exception with the enforcement, etc.

Personally, the flower sort of likes the stay-off-the-flowerbed rule and is happy there are folks around who enforce it.

Quote from: kelly_aus on April 22, 2016, 02:10:24 AM
The dormouse still lurks in the forest, however, she keeps a low profile these days.

Every time she makes one of her quiet posts, it warms my heart.

The Fairy's head snaps up.  Sh'e had caught a glimpse of the elf, one sh'e prefers to think of as h'er elf.

A darkness had overtaken the deepest part of the forest, and it had changed, it had become a different kind of place.   In this forest, here, it has been quiet for long.

The fairy had been exiled, for a time, and sh'e had found a home.  Roots had gone down deep, and they remain.  But the time of the exile has ended, and carefully sh'e has returned.  Wary and wondering, sh'e sees old friends.  Memories of the past haunt h'er, and memories of the present.

Sh'e does not know what the future holds, in this place, nor in any other.  But in h'er spirit a vision is being born, one that includes the larger forest, where there are also places of safety.

Sh'e sees the elf, and sh'e is quiet.  Wounded, they are.  Perhaps the dormouse is too, the dear one.  But sh'e had been gone long, the banishment was of h'er own fault, but sh'e has returned stronger, greatful that by grace, the time had passed.  And lessons have been learned.

Sh'e remembers the days of old, the battles that burned the old forest to the ground.  Sh'e has questions, is looking for answers.

It is not time for h'er to touch the elf sh'e loves.  Sh'e has been grieving, perhaps, in this place, sh'e will build a new path, one that unites, and sets free.  Sh'e does

But it is not h'er forest, and sh'e is scared.

Frightened and sad eyes look at h'er friends.  Sh'e walks quietly into the dark forest, memories come, sh'e needs to think.

lol
I did not write "sh'e does".

I'm a little confused, but I enjoy reading this lol

☺
Its an old and precious thread.  Its about our feelings.  Things we cant say as ourselves that easily.

**the fairy sees a beautiful painted acorn and smiles a sad smile.  Gently sh'e picks up the precious love gift, puts it into h'er bra, nect to h'er heart.  Sh'e wonders if the Dormouse knows how precious it is to h'er.

Quietly sh'e wanders the forest.**

The old groundhog must have gotten into some catnip.  Zie's been seen springing onto zir hind legs to try and catch a dandelion seed and flopping on zir back, scampering back and forth on the dewy grass, and whistling and shrieking at butterflies.

☺

The fairy is thinking of food...perhaps the old groundhog will dine with h'er one day.

I am Rosa a wolf that like solidarity, I enjoy sleeping and learning from what i see and do. I find crowds bothersome and prefer seclude places where it is damp and dark. I am cautious of every thing around me and hate being read by other people. I become agitated very quickly by annoying sounds, lights, and other creatures. I do not have much energy but will push my self to black out exhaustion if i must.

The forest is coming alive again...

Quote from: Satinjoy on April 30, 2016, 09:38:38 AM
The fairy is thinking of food...perhaps the old groundhog will dine with h'er one day.

As long as "old groundhog" isn't the main dish. :)

(I recently learned a political saying quoted in connection with things like NC HB2: "if you're not at the table, you're on the menu."  That's where my mind was going....)

Lol

Far from it darling.

:)

I am a pixie, small and mischievous, with long sharp fingers and short spiked hair that looks like a half-bloomed thistle. My chest is bare and flat, my waist is thin, and my hips are curved. I flit through the air without wings, whispering with the flora and peeking out from behind the leaves of the most magical trees.

:)

The automaton spots the forest from afar, and is mentally preparing for the journey ahead.  They see, even at the distance from their temple and home, a few creatures flying overhead, and is excited to meet them and grow, although she wonders how they fly at all... Maybe when she rebuilds herself next at her temple, she will try to see if she can fly.  For now though, she is happy to have a graceful stride and ideas for a cuter face.

She takes a moment to look behind, and see past lands, in which she toiled for years, but to which she will not likely wish to return.  As she enters the forest, she stops at a stream, enjoying the beauty.  She takes this opportunity to take her foot off and clean it in the stream, when she notices a fairy floating on by.  She wishes she had brought cookies from her distant home, but instead a warm wave hello will do

Quote from: keira166 on May 17, 2016, 12:12:02 PM
She wishes she had brought cookies from her distant home, but instead a warm wave hello will do

:icon_wave: The flower waves back. She has been here a long time, planted in the earth while the other creatures come and go. Her heart is always glad when another being comes to dwell here.

The old groundhog is staring at a shadow.  Is it merely hir shadow, meaning 6 more weeks of winter and 6 more weeks of living off hir stored fat?  Or is it some predator, aiming to make a meal of hir?

(Groundhogs tend to be preoccupied with eating and being eaten.)

Quote from: suzifrommd on May 17, 2016, 12:29:02 PM
:icon_wave: The flower waves back. She has been here a long time, planted in the earth while the other creatures come and go. Her heart is always glad when another being comes to dwell here.

The mechanical wanderer admires the flower's patterns, and so decides to abandon the grey patterns on their arms, painting orange and green flowers up their side.  They know this won't be permanent, and will try to enjoy it while it lasts.  She also follows suit and sets up her solar panels nearby, enjoying the sun and the peace and quiet.  There seems to be a stressed groundhog off by the road.  She wonders if the groundhog is worried about being eaten in real life anytime soon...

Slowly walking in the shade of the trees the wolf notices the automaton. Not knowing what to think of it, she turns and starts to chew on some twigs. As she chews she thinks about her surrounding and how silent it seems to be. Yawing the wolf lays down and nods off into sleep.

Overhead, the amuzed Fairy flies, looking forward to the things to come.

Spring is in the air.

Quiet echoes in an ancient forest and an aging thread.  But so much history remains in this place.

Sh'e walks in silk and satin, heading for h'er treehouse of light, to light the candles and insence as sh'e enjoys old memories and gratitude of a life that was saved.

H'ers.

The quiet rustle and crunch of long dead bracken, and a gentle snuffling, wandering through this tranquil place. Gazing at the beauty of the flowers and gently bent bough. The fresh scent of new growth, the pale blue tinge of the fresh morning light, and the earthy scent of damp woodland. Seeking cool from the warm spring sun, this bear and Cubs gleam white in the sunlight. Stark against the lush, verdant growth.

The Sparkling jewels of fresh water, and a gleam of a feast catches the eye. A deep longing stirs the heart, for it to be ever thus, without the return to the cold white desert of winter, where the laughter and light of the Forrest remain as reflections to be cherished, with hope for the return of Spring.

Kel the dormoue emerges from her hibernation and wanders through the forest giving jewelled acorns to all she finds.

I'd be a moth, with mottled brown wings. I'd be nearby, but you wouldn't see me.
I'm pleased that I'm no longer a grub, wriggling about in the earth, and although I didn't turn out to be a butterfly, I'm happy being a moth.
Now just keep the lights down at night will you all? And I'll promise not to chew holes in your clothes  ;)

Long pale limbs stretch in the shade, a jigsaw of old scars and new paint. She tries to stand and stumbles, legs half-paralyzed with the long sleep. Then within the flash of a lopsided grin she's off, feet pounding on old paths, dark eyes wide for old monuments and unfamiliar homes in the green.

One of the fairies remains and sprinkles some dew drops and rainbow shimmers on our new arrival.  The ancient tress and softest ferns silently exhale with welcome and an invitation to discover more hidden creatures and the quiet truths we share.  Revealed along these old foot paths are the journeys of so many others who have found themselves and their place among the fields of flowers and the deepest recesses of the forest.

The wood elf smiled.   Memory of Shadows, Fairies, Dragons, Cats, Doormice, Bears, Pixies and Groundhogs were now overlaid by a moth dancing between light and shadow.  Hoping that folk may gather at the fairies treehouse to share tales of their travels and learn of others who had once lingered and enjoyed the magic of the forest, they retreated into the shadow and found that familiar path.

Kel the dormouse lurks in her nest over the door of the fairy's tree house, painting acorns for the others who dwell in the forest.

From a land far away, the Fairy hears a message on the wind, and returns for a moment.

Old memories flood in, and quietly, sh'e goes into the deep and hidden paths, to ponder so many things.

Sh'e smiles at the Dormouse sadly.

I am a tall water nymph, cloaked in a green dress with long reddish curly hair. You can find me near the lake, pond, brook or stream where I sit on the large boulders, looking at the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water while singing my songs, accompanied by my lute and harp...

the Fairy quietly begins to search the forest.  Sh'e is an androgyne, all of gender in one, h'er gender sings its song of wonder and call to the wind.

Treasures are here in this place, and history, and the wise.

On the edges are scorched trees with new growth forming.

A tear falls.

On gilded angel wings, sh"e flies to the treehouse.

And incense burns again in the forgotten unicorn forest.

Light is in the treehouse.  A candle is lit.

The saddened old fairy quietly moves inside, silk and satin flowing in the breeze.

Once again the elf has played their part.  For restoration is sa cherished thing, some that is broken cannot mend, some however, do.

The feint of incense and a trembling light catches the eye in the falling dusk. The heady scent of the forest floor so familiar and yet so foreign, earthy and musky brown.

Stark contrast then, until the moonbeam down.

On h'er treehouse the fairy senses a presence sh'e does not know.  A bear?  Is that it?

Sh'e has slept too long, what else has sh'e missed...

Dust is on the mantle, the treehouse has not been kept up.

Sh'e mourns the lost ones.

It was a war that should not have been.  It cost the forest deeply.

Quietly sh'e watches.  Sh'e knows it is different here now, but still sh'e mourns the lost.

It is like that for us.  Outsidecthe forest, in the world of the cis, it is a dangerous place.

The Fairy shivers and puts another log on the fire.

The elf emerges from the shadow.  Seeing the flickering light they smile and quietly climb the ladder and knock once before entering.  The fairy turns.  It has been a long time since they have beheld each other.  Many miles they have travelled on separate paths but now they are where they should be, in this place and at this time in their journey.

Reaching into their pocket they reveal a pipe, a gift from an old man who used to live hereabouts.  Packing it with scented weed they light the bowl and hand it to the fairy.   "I think that this is yours" they say.  Smiling gently they say "it is good to see you.  Your friends are well and will be keen to learn of your travels."  They turn. Fading quickly from sight they descend the ladder and return to the forest with a spring in their step and light in their heart.

She sits in a still clearing, ignoring the chill breath of winter-to-come. The dark eyes are unfocused in the pale face, a few drops of blood fall from her bottom lip caught between pointed teeth. Long fingers trace patterns in the hard dirt, short broken nails carving words into stories, her silver bracelets bouncing on already battered wrists.

The creature pauses for a moment, thinking, slipping back into focus, smiling her sharp smile at the tall trees that hide her, the birds that sing for her, the forest people who watch her curiously. It is beautiful here, she thinks. I remember now, she thinks. And then the pain rushes in to fill the gap.

She sighs. It is an uncommon sound of regret and resignation, of old certainties and new frailties. She gets to her feet and slowly walks back, back towards her old home under the branches, her clothes of green and brown swirling around her to hide her from unwanted eyes.

The creature's nest is still here in the dark depths of the green, a little worse for the neglect. She scrabbles for the tinctures and powders, the alchemy crafts that will push back the noise of her body, the ragged tears that never heal. Ripped wings and bleeding wrists and the burn of the light trapped behind her eyes. She curls under her pile of bedding and waits for the numbness to spread, biting back the hurt, the liquid drops that fall down dirty cheeks.

At least there is the work now. The making and creating of new stories, a decade of words to shape and share. Her worlds are not trapped inside her head any longer, they wake and breathe at the touch of her hands. Thinking this, she smiles and then sleeps and dreams.

The Fairy is shocked.  There is life in the unicorn forest, a life sh'e did not expect to find here.

The elf was here, h'er forgotten pipe....sh'e has changed much, h'er deep need for the tree of hormones has done much to h'er.

Combined gender, its own beauty and allure.  And sh'e is awakening, it was not expected, not at all.

Ooooh that elf.  What the love of very deep friendship will do.

Sh'e stares at h'er meerschaum pipe, carved intricately.  In a parallel world, the one where the fairy lives IRL, the dangerous world of the cis, the same pipe sits upon h'er desk , never lit due to h'er addition to the black vanilla cavendish sh'e enjoys.

But in this forest, she lights it.  And it mixes with the scent of incense, a second glow in a treehouse that was dark for far too long.

Elf, my desr one, what have you done?

The hug they will get will be a long one.

The wise old Owl sits in the tree and the only thing he can think to say is "who"

In h'er treehouse sh'e hears a wise old owl in the wind.

Who.....who who...

What?  Sh'e wonders.  What what?

And a familiar old friend sh'e also spots somewhere near the statue of our fallen Nero.

Memories flood in.

The statue is as she remembered. She circles him once, rips a climbing vine off a delicate leg, brushes yellowed leaves off his hooves.

"Don't scold me, brother." She tells the stone. "I won't let the forest consume you and forget."

A quick scramble and she stands on his back. She paces back and forth, quick turns and nervous chewing on a fingernail. Then she stops at last and sits, legs hanging down one side, bare feet swinging idly.

"I'm sorry, okay?" She blurts out at last. "I had to go away, to change, to live. But I kept you with me in my dreams. Maybe even in that heart you accused me of having. You forgive me, right?" She pets the cold neck, smiles briefly. "I'm back at school now. Writing essays for academic wankers and all. They teach me how to tell my stories. It's fun and hard. And fun."

She shifts to lie lengthwise on his back, balancing carefully, smiling. She watches the dark sky above, the way the stars seem to swirl and wink at her, the pretty moon. "Yes, we are still together. Maybe married soon. Can you imagine, me, married? It's a bloody laugh. But I love her. You know I love her." A blush spreads across her cheeks, as her mind slips to other thoughts.

They are still for a time. The stone unicorn and the broken angel on his back. The silence stretches and thickens. Finally, half sleeping, she murmurs, "I miss you, Nero." And falls into her dreams.

 With a cry, a hawk flies overhead, surveying the area for danger. He calls down to a group emerging from the mist at the edge of the forest. A monster steps out and looks around. "It seems safe," he grunts. "But, we better be sure before letting the Little One out." He takes the hand of a small boy with a flower in his hair to lead him back into the mist. Little One hangs his head while surrounded by a dark cloud that feels alive, full of clawing arms and mouths with gnashing teeth which try to eat him.

A small mouse with glasses and a tiny tool belt scampers out. She grabs some tools and begins repairing the railings, signs, and other parts of the trail. It is slow going, being so small, but she cannot sit still when things are out of place. She smiles at finding a decorated acorn by the trail and puts into into a pouch.

A young woman dances out in a flowing, swirling dress of shimmering colors. As she dances, he long hair swirls around her as she wields a paintbrush that leaves a trail of images in her wake that come to life for a short time before dissolving in the sunlight like the morning dew. Today, the images tell the story of a boy who was gentle and kind and was somehow different from other boys. One day, a giant monster man touched the boy with evil and a curse that created the gnawing cloud that follows him. It also shattered him, splintering off parts of him to create the rest of the group. One of the group became a monster (a good one we hope) to defend us. He hates having to be a monster, but it is necessary in a non-accepting world.

The Artist looks around at the burnt land that once hosted dragons playing, but is now filling in with grass and new trees. She weeps that our monster would not let us join the dance before the Great Migration to other realms and for all that we missed. She weeps at all that was lost, but is hopeful that others may build a fitting community here now.

Silver in the first mist, the form and shape of life, of elves and faeries, earth and beast and knowledge it was ever thus.
This silent form, the forest dwell, faint shimmering around, where contact is a scant perchance and images abound.
Fresh shoots she cries, amidst tears and ribbons of emotions flowing free, the forest, enchanted, granted life and sought to succour me.
The breath of winter chills the air, a frost and cool breath hewn.
The earth, the faeries and the elf in warmth are hunkered down.
The flicker of a memory past and echo of the heart, great rents it tears in silent flashes.
In scorched earth and fallow ground each fading mem'ry hides.
Fresh new life, a dancing queen, and magicked pictures played.
An artist sits and patiently captures a scene, oil paint an candle flickering, a simple glade, on shallow tilth, a joyous scene recalled, migration image driving on the forest has forgotten.
In times once past and still to come, the bear will still remember, the sweet bitter scent of incense and long carved runes, a tale, a giant defender.
Fair breathed its heat and fuelled the life in darkest mid December.
'Tis solstice time and gathering round the party soon united, of stories since the sun and moon were both rebuked and smited.

Sh'e is surprised.

It was h'er domain, this place, this creation.   

It was three years ago, sh'e came to the great world of the city and the forest.  The city of trans, divided by a great chasm, where those of the city would cross into the forest, and question, as they searched their own identity, and tried to form ours from what they understood of theirs.

A human thing, an innocent thing, but it was a disaster in the end.  The guardians of the city and the forest know this now, they are wiser, they are watching.

The Fairy shivers.  Sh'e had been exiled, it was long, a half a year, as sh'e had said the wrong things, sh'e has always been controversial, and sh'e has a deep rage inside h'er that can be a very destructive force.    Rage birthed of fear, and of old bullying, of deep wounds that have never healed, sh'e had been tortured by the world of the cis.

Breathe, Satinjoy, breathe.   Deep breath.

In a deep place in the forest, there are the graves of some that have passed from this world into another, and some who have lost their lives.    Such is the tragedy of trans, whether unicorn, or whether of the world of the city, it is part of the hard lives we live.   Sh'e avoided this forest for a while, greiving the lost and the others who were exiled, many for life.

It had been a terrible thing, the war in the forest.   In many ways it is probably still not safe to talk about it.   But the Fairy senses there has been a change in the forest, something is different.   Sh'e wonders how safe it is.

Those from the war, on both sides of it, the war that should not have ever been, many of them are gone.

Some will hate the Fairy forever, sh'e was at the center of it all, the focus point, for many, many had thought sh'e was fully she, and were forcing her to accept that, when the truth is, sh'e is and always has been sh'e.   But fear for the sanity of the Fairy gripped the hearts of those who love h'er, and they defended, and retaliated, and flamed.

The forest burned.   Scorched, and then, silence came.   Silence and deep greif.   The embittered exiles moved on to another place, one that is not discussed, nor with the Fairy reveal it, out of respect for the ones charged with watching and protecting the remnants of the great unicorn forest.   And the war continued on, and became evil and dark.

Sh'e was not a part of it.   It was hidden from h'er, and it shall be so forever, sh'e wants no part in such things.  Only to learn the lessons that must be learned, so that it will never ever be repeated, for the Good of All Trans.

Sh'e stepped forward to the doorstep of h'er treehouse, finding an acorn from h'er old friend.   A gentle smile comes to h'er lips.

Sh'e spreads h'er wings, the wild fairy of the forest, and takes off over the top of this old, and cherished place.

What will become of the unicorns?   There is deep history here, rich in its wisdom and knowledge.  And in this very special place, this place where fantasy meets truth, character revealed, life lived and emotions released, the life of this forest lives on.   And I hope it lives on forever.

Sh'e is the Fairy, sh'e did not create this place, but much of it was h'ers, a vision of a time long ago where we needed to come out and be freed.

Is is where lives are lived, greif and joy and revelation and gladness.

Sh'e silently flies over the forest, ready to begin again.   Sh'e lives for the Good of All Trans, in this world, in the dangerous world of the cis, wherever sh'e is needed, sh'e lives it.

Far below sh'e sees the statue of Nero, and draped across it, an old and bleeding angel, a mystery to her.   The owl is there, the elf is upon the paths, and someone sh'e does not yet know is repairing the edges of one of the great paths.

Will they find the great places of the forest?  The deep pond where the water nymph lives?  The treacherous path to the mountain where the final work of the wizards changes flesh into flesh that matches the soul?   Past the gatekeepers guarding that way?

Will they find the tree of hormones?   The mirror of their truth, where they look and see their souls?

The cliff edges of sanity, where one mis step, and the stress of transition will allow you to fall, sometimes to your very death?

A wild and dangerous and untamed place was the forest of old.   Filled with firey souls, passionate creatures of every possible imagination, all here to find their truth, and lead the way down the dangerous paths of transition, into the secret gardens of the mind and spirit where joy comes in the morning.

Walk your paths well, and spread your wings.

Sh'e is back.

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A teardrop falls from the shifting form of light and shadow.  The beauty of thoughts left by those who've come before.  The dreams lost, the souls saved, the joy of things to come, the pain of things lost, the fear, the love, all written in time and held for the curious one who silently skirts the path, shifting to shadow as anyone passes, an lighting briefly at the stories left within the Forest.  This creature of light and shadow, will never forget the forest, but then who can,  it lives and breathes, grows and dies, but as with all things born from a dream, it will never truly be destroyed, though it may become hidden by the world outside, it will always endure.

Ah yes, the season of the solstice in the northern climes is a time of gatherings, celebrations and warm wooly knits for this old fairy.  A time to sit by the fire with dear friends, family and lovers as we sing and make merry.  Our gifts are our shared experiences along this barely discernible path through the forest.  We wear our badges of change and breath in the scents of balsam, fir and spruce.  We rejoice in the renewal of light and another journey around the sun together.

The stories, the trees, remember them.
Leaves shuffle awkward, silent.
The green of land beneath the trod, of gold and red so violent.
The still foul reek of history lay as blanket cloth abound.
A hero, a battle, a statue and mere mortals to confound.
A tale or two beneath the leaves a canopy above, sweet linger in the air the earthy smell of love.
The incense and a lamp so clear a whistful wait away, whilst in the glade a battle dear in eloquence displayed.
Poor Nero, is the cry so tight the emotion of it wrung, a creeper vine and branch, in mossyness it clung.
The word is past from mouth to mouth to feed the aching minds, of unicorns and elven trees and paradise defined.
In twilight of the failing year the solstice one and all, the flight and forming of the age, the sages to recall.
A pipe is passed amongst the woods, it's fragrant smoke abounds. Its strictures and it's rules are those that simply will confuse.
Imagine if you will at all, a mirror timely cracked, of daffodils and walrus kings and leaves that won't contract. A binding word is written thus, the forest shall be free.
Free of ties and in both places, all at once and then when friendship love abounds. A poor reflection twice was seen of nymphs that still confound.
There walks in quiet contemplation thus consideration of the fates, when folk are folk and faeries sing, and unicorns are free. An old bear wanders through the place, and listens keenly on, the elf, the faerie and poor Nero quietly sing their song.
In statuesque form a silent memorial, to the dear and slain in the great battle, and deep earth a wailing furrow lain. Such times are, to some a keenly rendered slice, through guts and sinew, heart alone suffice.
We find our sanctuary, our leafy temple in this world was written, a simple kiss a single word, and with the truth was smitten.
A step outside and from this world a line of clear departure, a leafy glade define, come dance then in evensong, the creeping life abounds.

Kel the Dormouse places precious gold acorns at the foot of the statue of the fallen. She sheds a tear and returns to her nest over the door to the fairy's treehouse.

She tarries here for there are others who come who don't know the stories, don't know the lore.. She is part of the forest and it's history. She will endure.

The clear light falls, and shuffling through the twigs and branches crack.
So quiet lies this forest, still, splash of stream does chime.
Quick flash the dormouse scampers off, its journey partly told, quick chatter talks of baited breath where lore and rules unfold.
Mem'rys of the fallen, keep them still alive, the bold, the brave, the ne'er seen who's tales the travellers guide. For in the forest deep, it's said a pathway to the life, of gatekeepers, witches, elves and golden pen prescribed.
This saga thus and in a moment a journey and a haven; peace at once befalls and understanding of material rough hewn. A journey taken, find the path, sweet chisel of the truth.
My journeys as a bear are slow and freely taken, from whence I came, and where I'll end, my journey not foresaken; I watch and wait, and watch again, observing and observed. Powerful in tortured form, the best to guard is self.
Wary now of visitors, full knowledge and stone unturned, this bear who's life which will have passed, deep in the forest hidden, for the pathways in plain sight, the scars are too profound. The wrath of pain worn garlands, the markers made by cis.
The silence of the silenced, the memorial and poor Nero. For in the lore it is writ down, both fallen and a hero.
The old bear hums along, waiting without knowing. This sanctuary, tends balm to the wounds, the healing and truth is.
Calm lies the glade, quiet still, the rustle leaf on wind. The forest grows, new pathways form, explorers will come in. The ancients new, old and those transformed are present still, and those who've passed are still alive in song - the saga carries on!

"the events from so long ago bubble up to the surface. Faces of those from the past appear in the pool under the silver light of the full moon. Memories lost to time but never forgot. the ancient blade of the dark one left in the ground vibrates and hums as if to a melody. we are all left to wonder what that could mean."

She awakens today with bright eyes and a sudden leap, slams a toe into the doorway in haste and hobbles, naked and cursing, to her pool under the branches. She splashes and plunges and spatters the poor birds singing in the trees with sparking drops. They twitter their irritation at her antics, but she only laughs and invites them to play with her.

The fallen angel's mood is a capricious, contagious thing. A liquid ecstasy fluttering around her bony frame. The birds are drawn down to bathe in the pool, the two bravest cardinals perching, side by side, on her wrist so she can share her gossip.

She explains between bursts of giggles, that she is coming, the most important she. "My love!" she gasps out at last and falls backwards into the water dramatically. The cardinals, having sensibly ejected from their perch in time, bob on the surface, amused by her silliness.

Later, and more-or-less clean and more-or-less attired, she struggles with her hair in a cracked mirror propped against her dresser. A sharpened knife helps her hack the brown mass into some kind of form. The two red cardinals have perched on a handy windowsill to enjoy the show. "Bloody mess," she mutters, as she drags out another knot.

At last she stops to admire her work. Her tamed hair frames fair skin freed of its layers of dirt. The dark eyes are appropriately mysterious. The full lips look sufficiently kissable. And a shoulder and the edge of a freckled curve revealed by her loose clothing are adequate enticements to sin. She grins at the picture.

Now she waits. It's been a long time. Longer than ever before. Months of waiting and wanting and she starts to sniffle pathetically at the thought. At the missing, that aching hole where her heart might be.

No. She shakes her head roughly. Today is a good day. Today is the best day. She lets her thoughts slip to remembered touches--the heat on her lips, the arms folded tight around her, the soft sounds of want and happiness. Not long now. Not long.

More candles are lit in the treehouse.  The smell of food is in the air.

And on the mantle, a stocking hangs.

Nylon, thigh high, hanging from a garter.

Christmas in the forest.

H'er treehouse door is open.

The eerie whisper on the wind, stories that were told,
Fragments passed from mem'rys gate and scattered to the breeze.
The tales of creatures brave and bold, did walk these hallowed woods; once upon a time they said, and in their finest grandeur did take their journeys and forth hence gained glimpses so profound.
And all the time a faerie sat, incense, candles, bound.
A light is on, a fragrance scented drifting round abouts, the shuffle of new folk bewildered, welcoming and last.
The questions, question, question still, tranquility abounds, for in this peaceful sacred space.
Nero waits in silent vigil, new life comes creeping in.

Gilded wings spread wide sh'e mounts the blessed air.  The wizard outside the forest has given his final blessings, releasing h'er into the world.  Deeming h'er whole, and healed.

With a gentle smile sh'e spirals on, enjoying the view, in between sun and star and moon.

The in between indeed, the enigma, the uncontained one.  Clothed in satin and silk, small breasted, female in appearence and grace, but always with that something more, something different, something special.

High above the forest sh'e circles.  Quietly, watching.

Wondering.

This is a special place.  Like Arwen, sh'e haunts it, quietly moving through the seasons, the candle burns, incence inviting peace and joy.

New life it is with warmth awaiting spring. 
Wanderers explore and continue to find their way in. 
Contributions great and small comprise a story shared. 
A bud is growing beneath the ground now cold and seeming bare.
This fairy smiles from ear to ear with pixy dust in air
Knowing for certain that this cycle of life needs our care

I stand at the edge of the forest looking in, no-one can see me.  I am watching all the wonderful, beautiful creatures playing in the light.  But I can't enter.  I am bound.  Bound by invisible ties, they drain my energy, the more I pull against them the more they drain me.

The colours of the forest enchant me, the laughter I hear delights and the creatures I can see fill me with longing, longing to join them, be one of them and play their games.  I look down at myself, I am grey and colourless, not even the enticing black of the shadow.  Where the beauty of the forest touches me it lasts only a moment and is drawn away by my bonds.

If only these glorious creatures could see standing here trapped and help me.  If only I could enter the forest what kind of a glorious creature could I become?  If only these ties were not so strong, if only, if only, if only.....

If only I was as brave as the guardians of this magical place.  If only I could take that step forward into the light.

The silence dims the bright clear sound of victory and joy, where the once was tarnished shimmer, shine, flutter and are free.
The glimmer of the gilded wing, the breathless height ascended.
The glories of our faerie be, true mercies those attended. Whilst in this victory flight of some, clear eye upon the ground, we shuffle and in exploration stumble on those still bound. The ties are deep, they are so strong, I can smell the forest air they cry, I can see the creatures, life and all that passes there, when all at once the real strikes, and they are really here.
How can I pull, when pulling drains, when in reverse is simple, soft welcome then, and at once is crowned guardian of their temple.
Within the forest truth abounds, frail state of creatures moving. Their shape and name and form have yet, and yet to be profound.
And yet the call comes "Who are Thee" their story to define. Oft shuffle by, a bear in white with cubs in rascal playing, and all at once will alight and gently calm with soothing balms and words.

Up in the treetop high above the candle does still flicker, the incense still comes wafting down h'er presence is still here.

Quote from: IzzyM on January 06, 2017, 08:08:25 AM
I stand at the edge of the forest looking in, no-one can see me.  I am watching all the wonderful, beautiful creatures playing in the light.  But I can't enter.  I am bound.  Bound by invisible ties, they drain my energy, the more I pull against them the more they drain me.

The colours of the forest enchant me, the laughter I hear delights and the creatures I can see fill me with longing, longing to join them, be one of them and play their games.  I look down at myself, I am grey and colourless, not even the enticing black of the shadow.  Where the beauty of the forest touches me it lasts only a moment and is drawn away by my bonds.

If only these glorious creatures could see standing here trapped and help me.  If only I could enter the forest what kind of a glorious creature could I become?  If only these ties were not so strong, if only, if only, if only.....

If only I was as brave as the guardians of this magical place.  If only I could take that step forward into the light.

You are brave and you do share and you have paid the price of admission.  Your ticket is created by your imagination set free and your presence here can take any form.  We do see you, i can almost feel you and we want you to join in the fun

Sh'e sees the one that is frightened, that dared not enter.  And sh'e remembers h'er mask.

It is still there, in the little clearing.  Where sh'e revealed h'erself to the world.

They were gentle with me, when i lost my mask.  They were loving, and kind, and became lifelong friends.

It is a scary thing, to entercthe paths of the forest, to walk the diamond tightropes of our genders.

But here, the chains can fall away, one link at a time, until finally we find our way.

Its hard, when we are bound to the ciswives.  In the end it is our choices that our ours alone.  The diamond tightrope of gender, dysphoria and relationships that hurt our feet as we dance across it, is ours alone to walk.

But there are those who watch and pray you do not fall.

Come out of the shadows, my dear one, and discover who you are.

Satinjoy

I was born a dryad, my tree was overly pruned for many years to make way for some stupid power lines from a damned dam.

I guess someone was worried her limbs would entangle the lines and interrupt the flow of power.

Not long ago the dam was removed, I guess the fish in the stream proved more important than a bit of electricity.

So the power lines were removed, and my tree, even though old, started to grow properly.  The injury to my tree and me started to heal.

I then met other dryads who had suffered the same as I had, and I listened to their stories.

Around that time a wonderful inventor came by and gave me a device that would allow me to leave my tree and go find other creatures of the forest.  I believe the device is called 'The Trans-Ether Arithmetic Machine'.

I wandered for a long time, listening to those who had been injured by the dam, creatures of all types.  I also found a very small part of the forest that had not been injured.

There I learned of a clearing in which two statues stood, of a god and a goddess.

So I went there, which wasn't hard because the the 'Trans-Ether Arithmetic Machine' included some pretty good maps, all I had to do was go to a place not on the map.

Now we have all heard that silly story about the nymph Salmacis and her over aggressive desire for the young boy Hermaphroditus.

Turns out they were a quite consensual couple, really just couldn't keep their hands off each other, so they decided they would live the rest of their lives together.  So much for biased history.

They had two children, twins, who of course, given their lineage, are a god and a goddess.

In the clearing is where they are, the statues just a representation, as you know, gods and goddesses are very hard to represent.

One statue is masculine, narrow waste with broad shoulders, firm and forceful, his vulva quite evident due to the fact he is nude.  In his hand, sharp and deadly, a spear.

The other statue is feminine, small breasts and wide hips, soft and resilient, her penis clearly visible, again due to the nudity.  Over her shoulder, slung like a purse, a cornucopia.

On both their faces a look of concern, but underneath is Wisdom and Understanding.  And Kindness and Strength.

I get the feeling they can swap their tools as needed.

Their names are hard to decipher (I don't read Godish) I think they are hyphenated, I'm guessing they are something like "Hermaphroditus-Salmacis, He" and "Hermaphroditus-Salmacis, Her".  Something like that anyway.

I can't tell you how nice it is to see them, there in that clearing, they really are quite beautiful.

That's my story so far.

:)

Throughout the forest little lights burn.

Diamond hearts, brought back to life.

☺

For me - a bengal tiger.  Tigers have been my totem for many many years, and are very special to me.

The forest creaks a little,
Changes now a little clearing,
Finely lit upon the sky, deities endearing.
On the statute time has passed, but still the script stands bright,
Of interchangeability and flexibility of life.
The dryad stretches out and feels the list of those felled boughs,
The litter and restful space they sanctity endow, for creatures here hide and play, but for some safety clamour, unless they are fierce of heart and in the clearing standing
One creature bold and clear and sharp, a navigator plainly dressed to deal
In places, where machine and time and compasses are trinkets toys and banners
Yet through the ground grub thorn of growth the bear moves slowly on, wary now, a scent a sense of things that linger on. A flash of orange gainst the dark in sunset hides plain sight,
A cautious tiger has passed here, with naming and full right.
Once again the tale meanders whistful and quiet passing, incense, masks, and candles lit and hearts that shimmer shine, when a tricky flicker grows and burns claims brightly mine.
The memry of that awkward trune, the cis, our selves, and pain, the hearts that flit and shimmer still, sweet gender is they name.
We'll move along, as winter is descending, once more a sunset to be seen, and chattering unending. The slick white hiss of hoare around, the nightfall and the stars, the twinkle radiant is both dazzling and unending, and moving, moving, crackling on, sweet chill the air, and sharp each breath the pathway feint and dim, and in a treehouse far above S'he hums a merry song.

Wonderful forest music shared by those set free to sing their own songs.  Makes it so much easier to take wing and fly about the countryside.  thank you!

To this day this question still beats me xD

Ahhh, I know this place, thank you for reminding me of it, it has been sooo long...so very long...

I was the infant child, found in the basket, floating slowly downstream, discarded as trash by my mother back in that awful city, only to be found by the wood faeries as they bathed in the enchanted stream, down by the meadow, and pulled from the water, trembling and hungry, yet wide-eyed, and not afraid.

Adopted by the mystical ones, adorned with raiments of silk, and fine linen, decorated with precious stones, and tiaras of fine silver, a favorite playmate of all manner of creatures, great and small, a rider of unicorns and wolves, a climber of tress, and a passenger upon the backs of the raven and other birds of prey. I was sheltered by the tallest of trees, and warmed by the dry grasses of the plain, shown the hidden majesty of all the wilderness, and all the magic therein, as I supped of the wild roots, and succulent berries, and the sweet leaves of tender greens...

I was guarded by giants, and schooled by the wise ones, washed and dressed and groomed by elven and faerie hand-maidens alike, so very loved by all, in innocence, without carnality, for who would dare besmirch such a girl, such a pure, wide-eyed, sweet, innocent, and precious little girl?

My joy was always the joy of the free ones, the magical, mystical, humorous, and noble ones, I was raised as a princess in exile, allied with the dwellers of the forest, the dancers upon moonlit meadows, and the sage storytellers, lit by warming fires..

For countless ages, I lingered there, never reaching the age of fertility, always clinging to my purity, and my hope, and the dream that someday, someway, somehow, my true love would come into the forest and find me, and my truest love, he would take me from my wondrous sojourn in this enchanted, pastoral paradise, and he would teach me the ways of humankind, and womanhood, and the ways of his world, and show me who I was truly born to be...

Living in exile, I never pondered the world beyond the forest, I was mostly content to frolic and dance and play and sing and swim and listen and learn and enjoy the marvels of such exquisite and magnificent forms, so when the trumpets of the watchers of the edge sounded, and the tingles ran down my spine, the tears began to flow from my face, and they fell wet upon my blouse, and my hands began to shake, because all my friends and allies and protectors, one and all, began to turn, and look to me, and their eyes were full of sadness, and then I knew, I knew in my very soul, that my time with them was growing short, for someone of my kind, somebody great, somebody with authority, somebody full of true righteousness, was entering the forest, and he was entering unopposed, for all the dwellers therein knew why he had come, for his mission was just, he had come for ME.

And so, my time amongst the faeries, and trees, and elves, and giants, and snakes, and wizards, and unicorns, and all the other noble  creatures, great and small, had come to pass, and the age of womanhood was now upon me, so they came to me, one by one, and hugged me, and left a trail of soft kisses upon my rosy cheeks, and they then disappeared back into the trees and left me sitting there, in the meadow, with the sun glistening in my long blonde hair, and when this man emerged from the dark wood a moment later, and entered the meadow, he saw me, and his face lit up like the stars, and his sweet, strong, intelligent eyes, they looked deep into my very soul, and a smile broke across his handsome, rugged face, and my heart melted, and I stood up, and I ran to meet him, and he swept me up into his arms, and he wept as I wept, and he carried me away.

And it was good. It was so very, very good.

The subdued hush, a pensive wait
Strangers,
strangers
the quiet call the forest waits still and serene
Hush.

The damp chill silence fills the air with heavy expectation of scrying eyes and questions clear, confusing and debating.
Stranger is the hush, in quiet anticipation, of seekers who wish, demand, desire an explanation.
Their time will come when the world turns, quite sudden and collected,
what once was north, is now due south and all events connected.
The trials will then begin, but hush, sweet hush they are within, a pronoun step away.
And in the quiet time reflected, golden light abounding, sweet loss and then return of a deep desired foundling.
The forest rang a welcome clear, and deafened, stunned the sounding.
The path was clear, at once to rear in magjick and pure pleasure, a child filled with love to transform and nurture ever.
Her time will come, at once was said, and said again in stillness, when loves sweet breath upon her breast will stir remembrance wild and yet
in the passion of the forest, quiet and still abiding, a gentle hand, a touch, a guide, and all the stars aligning.
''Twas ever thus" the sigh of one was lost when found, the sadness comes when such sweet love is lost on open ground.
The duty is quite clear to see, the creatures passing by, to gift great love around, sometimes for folk, some times for trees and all creatures that abound.
But still.
Still the silence falls.
the explanations quested, for in the forest answers lie, both ancient and behested.

The old groundhog sits up at the edge of the forest, just outside, looking in.  She (she goes by "she" now) wishes she could enter, but the faery part of her has been dead so long she wonders if it ever really existed or if it was merely wished for, and when she walks towards the forest, it receeds from her, and the faster she runs towards it, the further away it is.

She sighs.  She has dishes to wash, dinners to make for her little ones, dirty clothes to scrub on the boulders by the river.  She has food enough stored away, she has a warm dry den for herself and her family that keeps the winter away.  At night, they all sleep cuddled together in the den.  It is a good life by anyone's standards.

She sighs again.  For in her quieter moments, she remembers -- or thinks she does -- of long-ago days spent in the forest.  And she wonders, or perhaps it is hopes, that when the Dark Mother comes to take her in her arms and comfort her and sing her sweet lullabies to gently ferry her into that sleep from which she need never awake, she will dream, and in her dreams she will gambol and play with the other creatures in the Unicorn Forest.

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But the tigers come at night
With a voice as soft as thunder
Til they tear your soul apart,
Til they turn your dreams to shame.

I am the elven princess sauntering sedately and majestically through the forest.  The diffuse light falling between the branches causes my scarlet tresses to blaze like fire.  My emerald eyes flash brightly, keenly aware of all the beings and intelligences within this magical place, always on guard for those that would harm it's denizens.  My sapphire gown shimmers with an unearthly glow, enhancing my slim form.  I silently and respectfully honor those that have arrived at this place before me and created such a paradise.

Solemn tales of ending times,
Of understanding once confounded, when once a welcome to this place, is now so clearly bounded. The heart it beats heard hard on chest, a rhythm most divine, of understanding, whist and jest, of pleasure past and sweet remembrance. The play of light within the trees, the spell of joy and dance, a merry sight is weaved, flickers and is passed. The time was spent within the place a start and some a finish, for others clear a pathway through, and pass on through the gates.
Sanctity sits and quietly waits their place, in hearts so welcome beating, if all remains within the mind is distant mem'ry fading, then their pleasure is that for a time in distant joy, the forest was a sacred space and remembered for with love.

And all the while the fairies dance, step quicken, life, a pulse, a princess steps through the glades a flicker flash of blue, a mere reflection of the skies, the mere a mirror fine, of fiery tress, clear sparkles sight reflected of the forest. Clear piercing of the light, with vibrancy and life.

The paradise was found and lost and found and shimmer still, with nymphs and faeries in the glades, the statues, guardians quiet waiting, for in the play the power resounds, the forest is still growing, the beauty for the creatures bound to thrive and sit and while is transformed by their lives and through the leaves takes form.

The sweetness of the earth is calling, shadows light will flicker, a stream will sound within a glade the music ever changing, when up above s'he sits, and lights a candle for the souls to forest bringing, the incense smoke quiet upward curls, and in the moonlight hazy.

doesnt my name say it?  oh well in the unicorn forest i am the last lunacorn

The Fairy has been gravely ill, and is fighting h'er way back.

In the world of the cis, things sometimes go awry, sometimes go amiss.   But why is an unanswered question.

Sh'e is in h'er treehouse still, but h'er candle has gone dim, the light nearly had faded out to none, it has been a hard and long time.

Sh'e misses the others of the forest here, the brilliant writers of the past and of the now.

The forest nearly lost their fairy, another day that the cisworld let h'er bleed and sh'e would have been gone.   6 pints of blood sh'e lost, one they gave h'er back, but only for h'er to lose it again, as those who were pledged to save h'er dragged their heels and waited too long.

The candle burns, it burns low, but it still burns.

Sh'e is sleeping.   A third operation awaits h'er tomorrow, sh'e is frightened, but it is not a large one.

Far from the corrective surgery sh'e would have prefered, this one is just one of those things. 

Sh'e is aging, my dear ones.  Sh'e has gone past h'er prime, but sh'e still fights, the warrior Fairy fights on.

The candle is dim.   it will be months before it flames bright again.   But it burns, the darkness did not put it out.

It was an old injury, to a vein inside h'er, one that ruptured right after Christmas.   An old injury, that took 30 years to finally work its darkness.   But the bleeding is over, and they just need to fix the last of it, the stub that remains is painful.

But when it is done, sh'e will fly again.

Sorry to have been so quiet.    I have been asleep,  and weakened, regaining my strength.

6 pints.   At least 2/3 of my blood supply was lost.   And you would not believe what sh'e had to do to get h'er help.

Yup, the Fairy almost died.

But sh'e did not.

In the bright gleam of springtime, a shimmer of a morning.
When sun strokes the eye and rainbows from the drop, the reminder sits still of the forest, its ancient splendour, for those loving,
Many living and still, yet to be
Sh'e sat waiting for a miracle, the fount of strength and birth.
The quest of life anew, stepped from silent greenery, for many years a forest grew, paths lain, homes made quiet, still the life in quite serene reflection.
Our Fairy lives! her light alive it flickers and is fickle, the dormant nature of the quiet still forest crackle. ''Twas wintertime dear faerie thus the silence did abound, there are few old some new, and visitors abound.
The clarity of path, they said, the words writ large, sonorous and clear, for where should a folk be, than sitting, quiet here.
In the darkness shone a light a creature most rare. A welcome to the forest green, a Lunacorn is here. The solstice time has been and passed and once more round the sun.
For in the forest, one is all, and all at once is one.

The growl, the keening flies the wind, the tortured boughs are. insight and strength to carry on, still seeking.

Sh'e wakes and smiles, not having been aware enough to remember the reach of h'er truth, and the things entrusted to h'er here.

Sh'e rolls over and lights another candle, and insence, and calls to thecwind for a gentle warm breeze to stir h'er skirts.

Sh'e is spread so thin, but sh'e must remain.

Ahhh this place, made so long ago.  It was a masterpeice then, and still it lives on.  The wars appear over, and a new generation born.

Slowly sh'e walks to the fireplace, it had gone cold.

So sh'e smiled at it and blew it a kiss.

Embers rekindled.

Warmth returned.

And sh'e wants h'er elf here with h'er.

Back to bed.  H'er door is open.

For a short time h'er picture shall be seen.  Then it will return to the pics of h'er in the world of the cis.

Far they have travelled to return to this special place.  Pushing open the door, they hurry to their fairy's side. Peering into their beloved friend's face, their eyes connect and both smile in unison.  'I am here.  Sleep my dear one.  Sleep and recover.  We need you here.  The demons of the matrix are gone and you have prevailed."  The fairy's eyes slowly shut and peaceful thoughts erase their troubled brow.  The elf settles into a chair to watch over their dearest friend.

And the rest will do them good. Fire and friend, and all the exotic remembering, of travels.

The treasure, not gold, nor power, but just a question in the morning.

"I'm awake, is there any way we could get some food?

Yes, I'm sure you brought some, I'll share with you."

"Yea, Yea."

"Life is a funny thing, you have it or you don't, if you don't you don't know."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"To some"

^-^

another fairy crashes in to the lush forest canopy and tumbles out of control with laughter and joy that her friends have gathered again.  We are well sated by the nourishing nectars of blossoms, fragrant scents and fine friends.

Crap!

I forgot about the beast!

It has horticulture and fences!

God damn double crap, Dark, Dark, Boo!

If wishes were fishes, fishes would wish.

???

Yes, poetry, by the foot.

.

Don't mind the bear
Just mind the cubs when you land
Dance and sing joy

The chie of flight,
And Faeries, Elves gather and subdued.
A near lost queen has been found home, and relit the light on high,
All the while the quiet rustle flit of Faeries fly.
The canopy is dark and safe, open to all around, thee are no paths, or limits, in the canopy unbound.
The story, saga if you will is simple tales retold,
In rhyme and prose, the story goes from chapter into verse.
The once great tales of heros past, of battles lost and found,
The CIS, the cry, the scatter patter ground.
It's good at times for rembrance clear, on still night simple passing,
When the incense and the lowly light of candle dim, pale shine of hope still gleaming,
the forest air damp fragrant is, musty soft and mellow, sweet bitter herbs upon the wind.
The consolation of those dear close by and listen in,
the comfort of a battle won, and tiredness will appear.
Rest well sweet faerie, take heart, the greenery unfolding.
Expressions of pure care you'll hear and mists of day's beginning.
The panic of the clock near stopped, the time to bold and bravely do, what many of the hiers and princes, princess rescued you.
Welcome, home in still hushed terms the traveller far and near, the forest is a quiet place, not passed, but still here. The pathways in its deepest core, lead the the bridge quite still, and some will sit by the gate and wonder if they will.
I turn a leaf and listen on, to the creaking groaning seeds of hope, just quite so freshly planted.
One foot, or three, comes the cry and to the last will measure, but what a tale, what a saga, for those who wander in.
In the still damp green finery of earthiness, we welcome all our kin.

The old groundhog sleeps in her burrow and dreams.

In her dream, she dream-remembers that as a kit she had wings and was even learning to fly.

But the elder groundhogs came and held her down while they chewed her wings off at the base.  They said that flying would lead her to un-groundhogish ways.  Groundhogs belong on the ground, not in the air, they said.  Her shoulders, where the wings had been attached, hurt for a long time.

She can barely find the scars any more, and the other groundhogs laugh at the idea she had wings.  She'd just had a few run-ins with stoats or foxes, that's where the scars come from, so they say.

But on damp days her shoulders still hurt, and something deep in her heart says: those are phantom pains in your missing wings.

Painted eyes open to gaze into the face of a very dear friend.  One whom sh'e had battled beside before, n the dark days.

Batlled to stay sane.

It was the elf that brought her here, in the unicorn forest, out of the binary world.  A world that could not understand h'er.   A gentler world now.

Eyes open and food scents are there.  On the table is the nectar of the tree of hormones, in h'er corner the mirror of truth.

Shall sh'e rekindle the blaze that once was here?
Elvish eyes call out to h'er.  Reminding h'er of why sh'e came, and never left, even in h'er deep rage.

It is the good of all trans that binds h'er.  A dream sh'e once had of unity and peace.  And in the raging destructive hell of the cisworld, it is needed now more than ever before.

Sh'e smiled.  This forest has changed.

Strength is returning and sh'e rises from h,er bed, h'er sh'e androgyne transitioned body revealed in morning light, the satin is quite shear.  Sh'e has expensive taste in lingerie.

Gilded wings unfold.

Sh'e will fly again.

Far below sh'e sees the hedgehog.  And more.

Others, beautiful, new, unknown to h'er.  Special, wonderful souls.

H'er keen eyes see the scars.

But wings regrow when scars will heal.  A touch, a gift.  A warm loving breeze comes from on high, ruffling yhe fur.

I see your wings, dear hedhehog.  You will fly, they are still there.

This place is magic.  Open your heart and soar.

Tired and a bit sore, sh'e smiles, and sits before the elf, gazing into their compassionate eyes.

Words are not needed.

They know.  As does sh'e.

Let us stay a while.  There may be lives to save, we all have our roles to play.

For the good of all trans, and especially for the unicorns of this forest. 

A warm breeze blows.

The dormouse sits in a hedge and giggles as she throws painted acorns at the fairy as sh'e passes.

Sh'e scoops the dormouse into h'er bra and mounts the now warm wind.

Fly with me, sh'e whispers to h'er friend.

The old groundhog is having a bad day.

She shuffled up to the edge of The Forest, only to see a yellow tape stretched around The Forest.  She crawled around the perimeter, to see that the yellow tape went all the way around, and there were signs, big things made out of the flayed bodies of trees, held up by dismembered trunks.  There were squiggles and pictures tatooed on the signs, and she remembers dimly from a previous life how to interpret the squiggles.  The squiggles say "Ultra-Exclusive Luxury Condominiums.  All amenities.  A secure, exclusive gated community.  See if you qualify!"  She wonders who "qualifies"?  Do fairies qualify?  Or unicorns?  She doubts groundhogs do.

The pictures show high, squarish things of glass and brick and steel, and the only green things are occasional shrubs growing out of small squares of dirt imprisoned in brick walls.  And occasional patches of well-tamed grass, also in brick-enclosed patches of dirt.  It looks like the brick and glass and steel will cover all of The Forest.  It looks like there will be no room for unicorns to gambol or buttercups for fairies to drink from.  Let alone an unnoticed patch of ground for a groundhog to dig a burrow in.

If The Forest is cut down and torn up, where will the unicorns go?  The fairies?  The rabbits?  The elves?  The dormice?  The bears?  And many other creatures, species that no human has known or named?

Something there is that doesn't love fairies, or unicorns, or anything that cannot be beaten into some unnatural shape with fire and hammer.  And that something is covering all the land (and the sea) like a blight.

The old groundhog will not live to see the day of the blight's final victory -- or defeat.
Perhaps it is better off.

The buzz snap and then the crash.
The deep thrum of destruction, sharp clatter of steel on steel.
The hiss of poison released, the cis relish and strive
Envigorated and driven the quest to occupy this land
Stoned suburbia, glass door to a time that passed before.
Creatures roaming, captured, pinned in place, studied without mercy or grace. The solemn march of the cis.
The treehouse has been saved, the migration carries on, memory's of a bridge, and battles past linger like torment of a life half lived.
Oh for those stonewalls. Those heros of the hour. Nero, passed and passing through.
What is the fear of proof that drives the cis, the invalidation of twisted theory, or inability to force compliance, the hearts of the forest stand. In defiance.
As so we begin again, and gather few in passing, the migration begins again.
Many are weary, but we know the quest, springtime comes and reminds that desolation can bring vigour, new growth, a spreading of root and tendril.

Fear not dear groundhog, we are here, you will not be left behind

Quote from: Sno on March 21, 2017, 05:08:10 PM
As so we begin again, and gather few in passing, the migration begins again.
Many are weary, but we know the quest, springtime comes and reminds that desolation can bring vigour, new growth, a spreading of root and tendril.

Fear not dear groundhog, we are here, you will not be left behind

The old groundhog feels comforted that she will be with friends, friends who are more like family now.  She will join them, leave home burrow behind, bring her kits, who are by now grown and stronger than she and are more likely to be carrying her than she them.

She does not expect to live to see the Promised Land, but she hopes -- nay, dreams -- that her kits will, or perhaps her kits' kits.  For what greater comfort can one have in one's twilight years but that one has perhaps bequeathed a better world to those who follow?

On the night of the full moon, a forest witch lurks just out of sight.  Her robes dark and flowing as though made from the shadows themselves, she raises her long twisted fingers.  Slowly but surely, all of the forest creatures rest feeling more and more invigorated; their spirits are raised, and all of their food and resources become inexplicably more plentiful.  The witch smiles on them, wishing them well, but still too timid to show to her face.  She fades wearily further into the forest.


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If anyone on this day
forgot
then you now have permission
to make magnetics
work

Yea Yea, I know:

What is the method?

If they look, are they not we?

Yea, but they exclude.

Yea, Paradox,

only funny because it is in ascii

OH!

And UNICORNS, BIG PINK ONES, and,

Trees.

because

well,

roots.

Something like a flower,

someplace

sometime

Sh'e has been so frantically busy....

A flash of light, gilded wings, into the treehouse sh'e goes to make sure the candle is lit.

And then sh'e flies on, but sh'e will return again.

Much has changed, much restored, the Fairy is healing, sh'e within strengthening, in the public eye of the cisworld sh'e is becoming stronger.

Sh'e misses this place.  Perhaps, time once again will open to h'er, like a lover to their beloved.

Silk blows in the night, a kiss is upon the wind.

I understand the busy life deal.  I think part of that for me used to be a distraction from my trans-centric issues.  Now I really do love to be fully involved with friends, family and community.  There is a balance point?

I recently spent some weeks in Arizona drying out, catching some sun rays and experiencing an invigorating set of people and circumstances. 

I spent sometime in several "petrified" forests.  I am reminded that it takes millions of years and just the right conditions to turn our forests to stone.  How more precious then is our created and ephemeral Unicorn Forest?

This fairy joins you in fluttering by more occasionally as other demands grow in urgency and priority.  Always nice to fly by and share a smile with you. :D

Reality torques and twists to its master time, all the while the quiet stillness waits.

The noise has abated, and it's more serious, for those who dare to sit a while and think,
The creak and groan of sweet green velvet growth of planted seeds germinate, the forest folk keep moving, the light of candle seen and hope lit up.

A time has come for settling for a while, the chills of winter blow, and burrows beckon. Many are safe sheltering in the wilderness, for while folk move the heartbound forrest remains strong, time will come soon for growth and joy, watching Faeries fly, and toasts to Nero as are the rites of time immortal.

The bear thanks the green spirits for another year past, slowly walking, watching, waiting for the fresh green of spring, the life of elves and dormice on the winds will ring.

Spring is in the air where the old groundhog lives.  The meadows have a yellow glow from pollen dust, the perfume of flowers is in the air, and the new shoots are green and tasty.  But the old groundhog moves slowly.  Her shoulders ache where her wings were gnawed away out of love (or so they believed.)  Her joints don't work the way they used to.  She wakes chilled, having slept alone because the other groundhogs think her craziness might be catching.

She's done her best to be a good groundhog, raised a number of kits and protected them from foxes and hunters and seen them grow to have kits of their own, but she's still seen as the odd one, the one who believes she once had wings.  The one who watches and listens to fairies and hummingbirds and who packed extra grass and needles around sleepy dormice's nests against the cold last fall and winter.  The one who can't seem to ever get with the program.

She wonders if it was all worth it.  Well, she's provided for her kits, that's something, and they're doing -- not too badly.  But at times, her groundhog husk seems more like a prison and her life a desert.  Is there more?  If she'd found some way to keep her wings, might it have been different?  Is there anything beyond the endless search for tenderer shoots and fruit and nuts, beyond burrowing and fleetingly mating and kits and cold and the final rest upon the bosum of her mother the earth?  She is sure there must be, only she can't image what.

The wise grey-muzzles who stripped her of her wings implied they did it to spare her the torments of a life in regions hostile to groundhogs, or maybe the torment of trying and failing to fly (for who knows if those wings would have ever held her up?), but they condemned her to a different kind of torment, to an emptiness that will only end when she does.

Well, the shoots won't eat themselves, she chides herself, and she drags herself on aching limbs out of her burrow to face another spring.

The dormouse lrks even still, as this forest has the best acorns and other creatures..

A flurry of activity, and a dormouse sighted,
The slash, burn, pyre
rights ignited
Claims and righteous indignation come, slow, inescapable, one.
The forest has taken quite some hits, the path of population spread, and land quiet tilled, with disruptive concrete bled.
The silence now, the quiet, nay calm,
The fury of the other balm; a secret store, a place well hidden, a spot to hide from those unbidden. It's winter now, and on cool clear days the blazing sun warms a little, a small reminder that summer will come, the forest will regrow and still quiet,
Still,
Quiet
The candle flickers
And in the hush the slight curl of sweet smoke is missed, the secret safe and now, we wait for faeries, elves and more.
The calm snap of twig underfoot, a tarry too long, but oh the love, the love of sanctuary for it is our forest.

The sound of silk in the wind
A warm breeze,
the absent one, returning for a moment, riding the wind with h'er gilded wings.

Sh'e has been busy, this Fairy of the forest, sh'e has been in the world of the cis, lighting candles, fires in the hearts, the warrior fairy let loose upon this savage world.

Sh'e has not forgotten, but has been off to war.

3 candles are lit in the window, each with a stick of incense, to blow upon the wind through the silken curtains of h'er quiet treehouse.

The treehouse where Satinjoy lives.

Silently sh'e mounts the wind.  Sh'e will return again, as the wind takes h'er, for such is the way of fairies, of gender, of love.

Hello fairy,
I see your candles and have missed you.

:icon_pepsi:

Ahh the mad hatter has dropped in lol

Nice to see you too girl.

The dormouse scurries past, throwing painted acorns around..

The Hatter collects pretty acorns and pours tea for those who are and who are not here.

sh'e flies silently through the forest, remembering.  Remembering.

It is quiet, a painful, slow quiet.
That of a quiet turned down.
The thud of acorns and rustle of the dormouse
An unfamiliar with bold tea and collections passes
The Faerie has returned.
The gentle breeze catches the wind whisper of haze
Its scent familiar and dream, oh dream of future present
And slowly, the creeping grate of life pushes
Screeching to return
A past so verdant, vibrant, story bound
And yet the quiet, deep quiet, still quiet, sits
Dreamlike in the winter mist.

The cycle continues and that which was old in again renewed.  Be careful of the tea, it is magic and may cause uncontrollable joy.  I have more if you desire it and treats as well.

I hear the breeze which flutter through the present from the past and around the bend to the future.  It must be spring as the meadow of imagination is indeed verdant.

Peace

The Hatter looked at their watch.  It was nearly half passed July, where had the non-conforming ones gone?  She pondered this in a glen whose ground was littered with colorful broken acorns and an overturned teapot.

We know of the Unicorn Forest and how difficult it may be to find our way back.  Understanding and ancient cultural sanctions include banishment from such gardens when one dares to eat the fruit of the tree of knowledge.
And yet do we persist in our desires to know ourselves and our beautiful world.

For so very many who fly by it is enough to know you are always there and that we are free to follow our dreams.

From under a fallen tree hazel green eyes peer out into the forest, curious and warm.  She's a fire kitsune; a type of mystical red furred fox sporting six curly tails.  She digs her burrow out into a larger home for herself to reside in, living so peacefully, and happily inside this magical place.

The end of July,
Tick
Tock.
Tick
Tock.
Tick
Tock.
The mechanical marcher moves on and yet, yet the quiet lives.
It is winter time, a poor time for seeds to be thrown, with the expectation of life.
It is always joy when the Faeries and the hatter are around, maybe spring will be the next.
Fresh green upon the world, reforming, whilst Kitsune sleep in fresh burrow deeply.
The draught of fresh air, giving life again.
Soon. Spring will come.

The Hatter looks askance! "Oh my, winter?  Where is my warm parka?"  The world seems to have shifted. High summer to deep winter.  These things happen when fairies dance too close to the portals of WinterSmith.  Where is the marcher of the seasons? 
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

The kitsune awakens in her den to a covering of snow. She pokes her red snout through the cover in an attempt to be seen by the world outside, knowing that her den is still a safe place to hide, should she need of it.

She walks on,
The slow creak grate of fallen snow,
Jewelled and iridescent the forest glows.
Precious light is hard to find, what's there shimmer dances across the clearing.
A quiet huff is heard, near silent.
Life is close, found, refuge trapped warmly under the white
It will soon be spring,
Stepping slowly lazy dreaming of warmth to come.
This sanctuary space, fragrant and mystic has its draw, for those who've been
Or gone before.
And some arrive yet never leave, though sharp cold wind of ice cold nail that cast a beautific rainbowed veil and yet the calm,
Still quiet of white returns to highlight the simple fragrance cast upon the breeze, by a faerie fleeting by.
Come hatter, find a spot, watch the groan of hoar upon the bough, let the tock ticker rest a jot, and simply be.

Green shoots, stark,
Against the white,
Is spring arriving

Long it has been since sh'e was here.

Very long.

Sad eyes turn aside.  Sh'e is a ghost, a memory.  Lingering like a mortal elf.

Sh'e has aged.

All is not dead in the forest, my fairy.. The dormouse still lurks and paints her acorns. She also keeps your hut as tidy as she can.

It's a little overgrown here and there,
In need of a good prune,
Sadness lingers still but yet light filters in
For soon it will be times for talking, and taking stock
Seeing where and when and how or what
Slowly I shuffle onward, wondering what new bitter pills will be
Whilst all around the blossom grows shower fragrant petal snow, bright on the meadow green and gold
Glistens in the fiery thrall.

Outside the forest rages a battle in the cisworld, the place beyond the city of trans and the unicorn forsets.

Sh'e is scarred from the fighting, the old fairy, sh'e has fought long and hard.

Looking down sh'e sees an acorn path, and turns aside.

It leads to a familiar place in the heart of the forest, full of memories and light.

Sh'e will rest a while.

Guilded wings unfurl, satin and silk , small breasted, fully sh'e, yet they, fully trans, sh'e is the Fairy, others are too.

Aging sh'e walks down a path full of old memories.

A tear is in h'er eye.

Some remember.  Some will not.  The history here is deep, hidden, and in places, full of old hurts.

But such is the way of the great forest.  Sh'e sighs, and dreams of the freedom of all trans, to live true.

And a forest as experienced by a single tree is witnessed in the gnarled and twisted limbs, burls and darkened bark.  Fires have raged and yet the old growth trees are the most resilient with broken crowns and multiple apical dominances.  They provide a lush canopy that can nurture our young, reduce the hurricane winds and the howls of discrimination too.  Some forests and trees are much like us.

On the NW coast our Sitka Spruce is comfortingly familiar as non binary! Yes, this evergreen is monoecious. Female strobili are produced at the ends of primary branches near the top, while the male strobili are positioned lower in the tree on secondary branches.  These trees thrive well with others that most often include cedar and hemlock.

Our unicorn forest is sure to reflect the ancient survival techniques of other long lived giants.  Shade and nurture our young.  Protect and sing to them with sighs and whispers.  Grow in harmony and stand tall for the truth.

A gentle smile is on h'er lips.

A pleasent place to rest, under this tree.  A tree kind of like sh'e.

Sh'e relaxes, and lights a stick of incense.

Sh'e is like the wind.  Sh'e rides it, unpredictable.

The leaves whisper, a gentle lullaby.

The gypsy Fairy rests.  And puts a flower in h'er hair.

The scent of incense returns to the old forest.

Calming, the ghostly lullaby,
Sing whispers of winds breath,
Feint traces sweet of fragrance,
Wait while the faerie rests.
Strong tough gnarled and generous, all our shelters are,
The forest journey for some complete,
The others just being born.
Come step a while, damp and dusky, pleasant cooling shade,
See where the forest leads you, Appleton or glade
Come join the creatures, step inside, and wonder
Wander, Wonder.

The old groundhog lies in the shade.  It has been a hot summer, yet the heat no longer warms her bones the way it used to.  And now she feels the first chill of the winter to come on the autumn breezes.  The winters seem longer and the summers shorter.

She finds it harder each year to eat enough to build up enough fat to last her through the winter.  The leaves and twigs and roots no longer bring her taste buds pleasure the way they used to, and eating has become more of a chore than a joy, a duty she owes her body.

She is still the odd one out.  She still sleeps alone, she still searches alone for something her stomach will bear.  She still gets a side-eye from the other groundhogs whenever they happen to cross paths.  She knows she will hibernate alone in her burrow far from the others.

She wonders: was it worth it all?  When all is said and done, will the moments of joy in her life outweigh the pain?

But sometimes, in the distance, she thinks she sees youngsters with wings.  Mere kits, but they lift themselves into the sky, evidently having escaped the cruel strictures of the grey-muzzles.  Though not born of her body, nor her kits' bodies, she sees those with the ability and will to fly as her own young, and she rejoices to imagine that a new generation may come that will escape the shackles of the past.

Her time is past.  She will never fly.  The winter will claim her, if not this one then the next.  But if there are young of her heart that know the freedom she has always longed for, maybe some part of her soul will fly with them.  Maybe she will know some small measure of peace when the Dark Mother comes to claim her.

Dear groundhog.
I am saddened to hear that sol is not as warming as used to be, and that the days appear to be shortening as winter starts to encroach in the northern climes. Make your burrow deep and warm, and rest a while, cocooned by the sweet earth of the forest. Let the scent of pine sink in, the sweet must of leaves, the damp coolness chill your breath, and dream of flying. Dreaming has more power than sol, and warms the darkest corners, enjoy watching the kits fly high, and the wonder if it will be too far, as that is the role of a parent. We are all the odd ones, those chosen to be strong enough to stand like trees in a forest of beautiful and noble people, stand firm and deep rooted, in our own self knowledge.
It was so lovely to hear and have you here, it is such a shame that my cooking was so bad that you could fair struggle to find anything for days that your stomach would bear. But we laugh and joke whilst firefly dance, and sit with quiet in remembrance. Sweet joy has been hard to find this year, as have all the finer herbs, and my hope had been that the bitterness was a little more balanced - it seems my palate has lead me astray once again.
We are never alone here, although the silence may be crushing, there will always be an elf, or faerie, watching quietly by, even when we are asleep. My view is tainted, by my sol, and my light is in the darkness, my friend. I shall be watching, waiting and listening of news, of your first stirrings of spring, whilst we beckon the depths of winter darkness.

Rest well.

Bear.

Ps. Must dash the cubs are causing a ruckus.

I'm a Stegosaurus. I may look rather silly and derpy most of the time, and I could probably eat my way through much of the undergrowth with the kind of appetite I have. I'm generally pretty easygoing, but do something to set my off and you will receive a swift tail-spiking.

I'm just wandering around munching on ferns for now. Oh, and rawr.

The dormouse, hearing something lumbering through the forest, pop her head out from the nest she keeps above the fairy's door and throws a painted acorn at the stegosaurus.

The keening grows, and in the silence.
Fills to fever pitch.
Little will contain the yearning, nothing will relieve that itch or craven space
Where desire and love and hate and pain fall,
Red.
To fall upon the earth, and once more meld
A bond and tie to the primal cast in iron bound
The seeking, fleeting flitting instant of clarity
And then it's lost again, the silent wail begins
The tidal ebb is done, and rest.
I see the acorn
Ribbons, colours bright contrast with the sullen earth,
the silent tomb of clarity
unbound.

The stegosaurus goes "Derp?" and looks around for the source of the acorn for a few seconds. Seeing nothing obvious, the dinosaur goes back to eating.

Burrow in quiet earthbound home
The chatter, the voices
Seeking
They are looking so I must dig
Deeper fortress bound
The shudder and crumble clatter of ceiling onto earthbound floor
Watch, wait and listen
the stegosaurus roar
Every step a shudder shake
Ripple quietly though bough bends and shimmies
As if a breeze has passed through,
Still they seek the pursuit is gaining, session over times to rest
Once again the bear found keening
Wailing in the hollow nest

At various times in my childhood, I wanted to be a mermaid, witch or fairy, depending on what I had been watching or reading.  I lost my love of the sea when my brother held my head under once too often, so mermaid may not my best option even in a woodland lake.  The thought of being a naiad in a warm, moonlit pool is nice, though.  Being a witch might be nice too, though my body might put off the other witches during our nude rituals in the forest clearing.   

That leaves fairy.  My mother did say that I was as graceful as a fairy elephant, so perhaps I had some family support in that direction.  My fantasy becomes more realistic if I am a human sized, so wings might be a nuisance in the forest.

It's settled then.  I am a woodland nymph, nimbly (that'll be the day) dancing barefoot in a forest glade.  I really do like walking barefoot in nature (as long as there have been no sheep or cows around -eww!)

DAMN THAT BLOODY STEGOSAURUS! EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!

Umm... sorry about that. I weigh five tons and have a brain not much bigger than a walnut. I'm not sure how you expect me to figure these things out.

OMG Laughing snot outta my nose, thanks ;D

I am me.
I'm a friend, a daughter, a lover.
I watch and listen.