Looking for changeling links
I am the tragic, beautiful one. I'm the strains of music that hang in the air once the record has stopped, the turning of a head from a lovers voice or touch. Always just out of reach. I can be a bit distant, but i promise you, I'm in some ones, or every ones, thoughts. I am the poetic loner. I am the footsteps in an empty hall way, the tendicy to stare out a window while its raining, the streets of the city at night. A dreamer at heart, I'm to driven by emotion for some, but how else would i exist?
Real Name: Wish i could tell you
Location:Detroitish
Age:Younger than his tongue, older than his teeth
Seeming: Fairest
Court: not sure as of yet
Wiki: Huntsman, The Lord of Flowers, The Mornings Star
Real Name: Traded to a vender at a goblin market, to forget his mortal life. At least, thats the story he tells
Location:Detroitish
http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/index.php/Huntsman
In hell they tell a story of a man who sold his soul for true love. He had it while he was a live, and when he went to hell, he was so annoying the devil kicked him out, and his scubi who had felt true love for him went with him.
This is not that story
When i was 14 years old, i found a woman that i thought i would love forever she was beautiful, smart,and lovely. She was also completely broken inside, but i did not know that at the time. She took me from a life of depression, and gave me one of mania. With her every thing was grater, Joy was greater what i thought once was love on my part, was now obsession. She spurned me, she took other lovers, and she ignored me for years at a time, but when ever she came calling. I came back, always ready for the little drops of attention that she would sprinkle my way. In time she tired of me completely, traded me away, and traded and coveted i was, for i am if nothing else, a beautiful fucker. A host of women had me, and each one i adored, for i do so love the pretty, shining things, and they were all beautiful, on the outside. In time I was traded from each one, because as pretty as i am, i am almost as broken on the inside as them. And every time my original keeper called for me, i went back, with a smile in my face, and concern in my heart, because i knew, this time she would love me. The things that have happened to me, both puberty in the land of the fay, and my lessons at Daniella's hands. Eventually I left, I ran away, and i perform my depravity in my own way. Those around me are ignored and conversations half heard, because there not as interesting as I. Those who seek my favor will perform tasks that were once unthinkable and if they do it with a smile on there face, they may be noticed. For an evening of my time women have composed epic poems to my glory, to have them retrued with mistakes circled and told to try again before they can see me again, and the closest of sisters have brutalized each other with there fists, to see who i would take to bed that evening. when these actions are done, I sink in to my guilt, knowing that inch by inch i am becoming more like her. There are many that will tell your there dead inside, unfortunately for me, that will never be the case Each joy and sadness i feel, is as powerful as the first.
Real Name: Wish i could tell you
Location:Detroitish
Age:Younger than his tongue, older than his teeth
Seeming: Fairest
Court: not sure as of yet
Wiki: Huntsman, The Lord of Flowers, The Mornings Star
Real Name: Traded to a vender at a goblin market, to forget his mortal life. At least, thats the story he tells
Location:Detroitish
http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/index.php/Huntsman
In hell they tell a story of a man who sold his soul for true love. He had it while he was a live, and when he went to hell, he was so annoying the devil kicked him out, and his scubi who had felt true love for him went with him.
This is not that story
When i was 14 years old, i found a woman that i thought i would love forever she was beautiful, smart,and lovely. She was also completely broken inside, but i did not know that at the time. She took me from a life of depression, and gave me one of mania. With her every thing was grater, Joy was greater what i thought once was love on my part, was now obsession. She spurned me, she took other lovers, and she ignored me for years at a time, but when ever she came calling. I came back, always ready for the little drops of attention that she would sprinkle my way. In time she tired of me completely, traded me away, and traded and coveted i was, for i am if nothing else, a beautiful fucker. A host of women had me, and each one i adored, for i do so love the pretty, shining things, and they were all beautiful, on the outside. In time I was traded from each one, because as pretty as i am, i am almost as broken on the inside as them. And every time my original keeper called for me, i went back, with a smile in my face, and concern in my heart, because i knew, this time she would love me. The things that have happened to me, both puberty in the land of the fay, and my lessons at Daniella's hands. Eventually I left, I ran away, and i perform my depravity in my own way. Those around me are ignored and conversations half heard, because there not as interesting as I. Those who seek my favor will perform tasks that were once unthinkable and if they do it with a smile on there face, they may be noticed. For an evening of my time women have composed epic poems to my glory, to have them retrued with mistakes circled and told to try again before they can see me again, and the closest of sisters have brutalized each other with there fists, to see who i would take to bed that evening. when these actions are done, I sink in to my guilt, knowing that inch by inch i am becoming more like her. There are many that will tell your there dead inside, unfortunately for me, that will never be the case Each joy and sadness i feel, is as powerful as the first.