( A low, peaceful other worldly voice... )

Hmmmmh...

False idols. Built on the backs of those who serve--without choice, choice is nature, choice is human, choice is mortal--and they take it from one another.

[light braying, creaking limbs]

Mortals.

[light creaking, and low rumbling sighs...]The Mother turns from green and life to white, all white, frozen, and pristine...and so the reluctant, soft petaled bride returns to the king of wealth, darkness, dampness and dead ( Read more... )

Vile. 

You are not to visit the forests.

Mmmmmnnhh....

...a stirring in the trees...

[low creaking noises, and the sound of hooves on grass...the Faun is restless, and he's pacing up a storm]

...so long are the days and nights---so long are the curses they force upon us.

Weary, abandoned, ever abusive days......my Princess, I shall be in the gardens, as always. I think I shall free you from your lessons for this afternoon ( Read more... )

Mmmmm...

Souls in humans--souls of the living, of the life...

..You are -surprised- it may take the form of fauna? [braying chuckle]You give less and less appreciation to the kingdom you hunt and fear, hmmnn ( Read more... )

....a future...never that of the truth--that of what a faun wishes to see--wishes would pass--wishes the hands of fate would gently lay within--mmnnnnhhhhh....

...What land it be.

What cool, breathless land, and so...cruel. Cruel as the world of men, hnh?

Mi princessa......My Princess...slumbering sweetly, under a moon that does not own her ( Read more... )

Wonders of wonders, incredible, yet bitter-sweet fortune. My Princess has found her way again...wandering in the snow will not -do-, and she shall sleep where there is a comfort, not soggy ground.

Even now, she sleeps...Weary of a long travel...

She is to be treated with the respect she so justly deserves, my Princess Moanna.

I expect that to be ( Read more... )