The Grove  [Emmaline & Madmartigan]
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				Title: <strong>The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 18:11:50</strong>
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				Golden sunshine dappled the leaves of the Mothergrove; all was still and sleepy on a warm midsummer afternoon. Even the birds had ceased their chattering, endless tales of the latest happenings in the groves and fields. Creatures both mundane and magical basked in the lazy heat. All except for...<br><br>"Devon," the breeze tickled his pointed ear, causing the faun to hesitate midstep. He teetered precariously on one cloven hoof. "What dost thou there?"<br><br>"J-just a bit of fun, m'Lady," he whispered, looking as nonchalant as a faun can look with an armful of linens and lacy underthings. The sounds of girlish laughter and the splashing of water drifted over from the next clearing, on the very edge of the Mother's sacred forests.<br><br>A cloud flickered over the sun. "They bear us no ill."<br><br>"Well, I think they should know better than to venture into these woods at all," he answered with an up-tilt chin, his leaf-green eyes sparking indignantly. "And is it not our job, my brothers and I, to see to it we're not overrun with the hairless, knock-legged things?"<br><br>The leaves of a nearby ash trembled with mirth. "I believe thou hast taken a fancy to the hairless lasses. Thy tricks have another motive!"<br><br>His warm brown cheeks flushed a bit darker. Humans were strange creatures, to be sure, but the sight of the females running naked through the forest - without all these ridiculous cloths draped over them - was rather appealing. He set his hoof down with a fidget as the thatch of silky fur between his long, goatlike legs twitched at the thought.&nbsp; "Sometimes they are not so ugly to look at," he admitted grudgingly.<br><br>"Just see that thou dost not touch them. No good can come of that." A stand of pines creaked cautiously.<br><br>"As you wish, m'Lady," Devon sighed, his small, curved horns peeping out between the thick russet curls on his head as he nodded agreement. Taking that as the end of the conversation, he stepped silently to a hollow tree and shoved the bundle of clothing into a dark gap. Cloth was good for lining nests and burrows, at least. Turning, he hopped back towards the splashing humans and stretched out beneath a hazel bush to watch them. Three pretty females, swimming in the deep, clear spring just inside the forest. His short tail flicked contentedly as he rested his head in his hands.<br><br>"Devon," a dragonfly hissed past, metallic wings glittering. "When thy sport is done, return to the holt. I have news for thee and all thy kindred."<br><br>"As you wish, m'Lady" the faun repeated with a dreamy smile, gazing raptly at the shining wet maidens as they rose from the pool and began to dart around the thicket with cries of dismay, searching for their lost clothes.<br><br><br>~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~<br><br><br>"An elder grove has awakened." The full orange moon cast its rays over the creatures assembled around the great tree at the center of the Mothergrove. Pixies flitted among the leaves, brownies rattled their spears between the roots. Every branch was draped with fauns, dryads, and fae beings of all sorts. A centaur stamped her hoof at the edge of the clearing. "It calls for thee, Devon."<br><br>The surprised faun sank back into the comforting and fuzzy arms of a cattail nymph.&nbsp; This was the way of it. His kind were the guardians and guides of the living earth; born here, in the heart of the wild, fauns spent their youth learning the ways of woodland magic. And then, when a new garden was born or a forgotten grove remembered itself, it called to the Mother and she sent one of her children to help raise the energy once more. At any time, in any season, the land might stir... and now he must go.<br><br>He closed his eyes, trying to picture his new home. Over the hills and far away, a glade of towering oaks, a stream singing over the rocks, the dark mouth of a cave, smoke rising from a cottage on the horizon. He blinked. Humans so close by! But what kind of humans? He couldn't suppress a sly, hopeful grin.<br><br>"I will miss every one of you, my brothers and sisters," he spoke up clearly, his melodic voice ringing around the holt, "until we meet again on the solstice. Good life, and joy be with you all!"<br><br>Cheers arose from the crowd, their cries of congratulation mingled with the music of pipes and drums as the revelry began. One of his brothers pressed a gourd cup full of blackberry mead into his hands. "Drink up, Devon! Tomorrow your life's adventure begins."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 23:31:16</strong>
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				Rowena grinned as she ever so carefully shut the door behind her, waiting for the soft click to say it was latched before picking up her skirts and running around to the back of the cottage and through the garden. Tossing her small sack over the fence before she climbed it and hopped down, barefoot, on the other side. Reaching for the sack, she lifted her skirts once more and off she half ran, half skipped, dodging small&nbsp; bits of brush as she crossed the field, heading toward the woods. She gave the occasional backwards glance to make sure she was not caught leaving by the housekeeper.<br><br>It amused her that for years she had pulled this stunt almost daily and yet no one ever figured out where she went for hours at a time. Her father was gone too often to care and their housekeeper had better things to do than chase her down or try to fish answers from the girl. Rowena's mother had died in childbirth, leaving her to be raised by a father that doted on her when he was home, though more often than not he was away procurring and trading wares. She had been a quiet baby who grew into an even quieter toddler. By the time she had reached 8 summers of age her father had accepted the fact she didn't, or wouldn't, talk. <br><br>Some said she was cursed by witches, others called her a fae changeling. The more wicked said that she was born of evil and murdered her mother upon birth, and it was guilt that held her silent. Foolishly they thought her silence also rendered her deaf, and spoke all too freely around her, so she knew each twisted rumour and silly guess at her silence. <br><br>Rowena picked her way among the branches that hid the grove until finally she was on the narrow path along the edge of the small stream. Her barefeet left nary a trace as she followed the stream up a gentle slope. A little further and the trees seemed to part, leaving a large clearing. The stream widened into a small pool, fed by a waterfall dropping down from a small cliff at the other end of the grove. <br><br>The very sun herself graced the grove with her presence this day, streaming in among the trees with long fingers. Rowena lifted her face, arms outstretched as she slowly spun under it's warm caress, letting the sack she carried fall to the ground.. She was free here. After her 'greeting' to the grove she dragged the sack to her favourite oak that leaned sideways as it grew, leaving a large low branch, the crook of it worn smooth from the many days Rowena sat embraced in it's branches. <br><br>She divested herself of her overdress and skirts, leaving just her pantalettes and short chemise, draping her clothes over the branch and pulling a small pottery cup from her sack, carrying it to the stream to dip up some of the fresh cool water, drinking it deeply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 16:53:57</strong>
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				Devon sprawled, hands behind his head, on a sun-warmed rock at the top of the waterfall in his new grove. His new grove! It had been such a long journey, much of it spent dodging human villages, farms, and carriages. He lifted one leg and frowned at the condition of his hoof, scuffed and dusty from walking man's roads. There were so many of them! They bred like rabbits without the fear of a fox.<br><br>He yawned and sat up, shading his eyes as he looked around the hills and the thickly wooded valley. A deep breath told him of the trees, both young and old, the wild roses just down the slope, the ripe berries on the bramble bushes on the far side of the glen. His stomach growled. "'Tis a good place to start learning the way of it," he grinned to himself. Eyeing the path of the stream as it widened and tumbled over the falls, he put a hand on the rock and closed his eyes to listen to the hum of the water and earth for a moment. His grin widened.<br><br>Climbing to his hooves, he tapped to the edge of the falls and peered over at the pool below. With a shout of joy he leaped from the rock, tucking himself into a furry cannonball that splashed loudly into the water below. Bobbing quickly to the surface, Devon tossed the wet, red-brown curls out of his face as he kicked to the bank, pulled himself out and shook all over. Much, much better. Now for breakfast...<br><br>A bluejay streaked past his dripping head with a short caw of warning. Devon dropped to a crouch on the damp loam. Humans? Already? The jay perched on a nearby twig, looking nonchalant. No, one human. The usual. The kind. The quiet. The faun's brows knit in confusion. Kind and quiet? What strange sort of humans did they have around here, anyway?<br><br>Sinking into the mottled shadows of the trees he began to follow the path of the stream through the grove, his bright green eyes sparking with curiosity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 14:42:23</strong>
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				Rowena looked up at the oddest screech from a bird she had ever heard, but before she had time to think about it, there was a loud splash and she froze, the cup still at her lips. Too loud for any animal, she thought. Had someone else discovered her grove? By the hells ... she was nearly naked! She closed her eyes tightly and kept still. A habit from her bad dreams of childhood. If she can't see it, surely it cannot see her.&nbsp; <br><br>The sunlight glimmered in her hair as the breeze tugged at it. Be still!, her mind screamed. Eyes pressed tightly closed as she started to take tiny steps backwards, in the general direction of her clothes.&nbsp; Her pulse, quickened with fear pulsated under the golden skin of her throat. Three steps. <br><br>Biting down on her lower lip she opened her eyes and turned quickly to run, tripping over her own feet and landing face down with a hard thud that knocked the wind out her, and sent her cup flying to land with another smaller thud a few feet away. Her hands scrambled over the uneven ground, searching through the grass until finally her hand closed around a palm sized rock.<br><br>Her gaze roamed quickly over the area in front of her. Nothing. In fact, not even the birds seemed disturbed, still flitting about the trees in their normal pattern. Her brow furrowed softly and she lifted her head a bit more. Perhaps twas a rock falling and landing into the water. Yes, of course, a rock.&nbsp; What's next? Being afraid of her own shadow? she chided herself.<br><br>She pushed herself up and spun as she did so she was sitting, drawing her knees to her chest so she could run her fingers over her ankles and make sure she hadn't injured herself with her foolishness. Nothing seemed twisted or tender and she smiled at her own foolishness.<br><br>The breeze wafted through her hair, sending strands dancing across her cheek. Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement. Big movement. Movement that was headed ... her way! Her hand curled around the rock once more as she stood, not wishing to appear any more frightened than she already had, her chin lifted with stubbornness. Her thin linen chemise was twisted giving glimpse to her softly curved breasts, the pale blue ribbon that held it closed had begun to come undone and both chemise and pantalettes had bits of grass and leaves clinging to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 16:18:09</strong>
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				There were cruel humans. There were silly humans. There were a few he'd heard tales of who were marked by Herne to hunt with His blessing. This was probably just another silly one going to swim in the waterfall pool. Whatever kind it was, he'd have to get downwind of it first.<br><br>The faun moved silently through the wooded glade, but with slight hesitation. The earth, leaves, stones, and twigs were all familiar and all different at the same time, like a beloved song played in a minor key. Devon did not yet know every nuance of this forest. The forest, for its part, was still half in slumber and did not yet stir fully to the old magic. The beasts and birds went on about their business, apparently unperturbed by the human presence. He frowned as he stalked past a pair of squirrels arguing over a cache of seeds, but knew better than to try to get them to answer any questions. Squirrels were not the most reliable sources of information.<br><br>Not far ahead he heard the sound of something soft falling to the ground in an unexpected way. Silly humans did that sort of thing. His frown melted into a chuckle as he jumped towards the sound, skipping like a deer between the trees. It was clumsy, probably afraid, and he'd likely only see the tailless end of it running away. Tailless. Some humans had nice tailless ends, he thought, his mind veering pleasantly off-course as he parted a streaming curtain of willow leaves with a toss of his horned head. Wait. What tree was this?<br><br>Willow trees were unlucky for a reason. Capricious at best and treacherous at worst, they were not the sort of tree you could trust; especially not when you were running recklessly under their canopy. Even in its half-waking state, this one was no exception. Before Devon could change course and bound away he barely glimpsed the shift in the willow's roots as a knob rose in front of his hoof. In the next moment he'd already tripped over it.<br><br>With a grunt and a gasp the faun rolled as he fell, somersaulting through a gorse bush into the next clearing where he landed abruptly on his back. Stupid willow! There was always one in every glade...&nbsp; He blew a leaf off his face and propped himself up on his scratched elbows, his legs splayed wide as he looked dazedly at the pale figure standing in front of him. A pale, soft, curvy, golden-haired - human!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 07:14:42</strong>
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				Rowena gasped, jumping back and rocking from foot to foot, her fingers tightening around the small rock. A silly weapon for sure. especially given she has never struck another in her entire life. Any hope of looking intimidating to fend off whatever danger this is quickly fades as she giggles softly when he blew the leaf off his face. <br><br>She tilted her head, pale eyes glimmering as she took a half step forward and back again, sucking her bottom lip in her mouth nervously as she tried to figure out just what it ... he... was. Besides nearly face down, in much the same position she had been in only minutes before, that is.&nbsp; She reaches her hand out, the one holding the rock, quickly tucking it behind her to let the rock drop from her hand before holding it out to him again to help him up, much too far to reach. There is a certain amount of amusement that they had started each other into landing face down, or so she thinks, within minutes of one another.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she catches her lip softly between her teeth and leans a bit more forward, her fingers just within his reach, breasts almost spilling from her chemise, unbeknownst to her. Her eyes darting as she looks him all over, noting the curls of his hair, the fur coating his body, two legs as human, though she gives a curious look at the hooves where feet would be. Years of coming here and never had she encountered any such creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 22:52:29</strong>
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				Common sense told him it was not possible yet, but Devon could have sworn he heard the trees rustle with laughter at his plight. Always so careful around these creatures, never allowing himself to be clearly seen, and now look. His left hoof twitched feebly in the air. He should get up, he should run before it - she - got too close. Because if she got too close she might touch him and no good could come of that, no, none at all...<br><br>But somehow those words of warning faded quickly in his mind, entirely displaced by the lovely visage of this human. Her eyes were as light as mist, her hair as white as wild roses. The faun's wide-eyed gaze slid down her body, transfixed by her nearness. Oh, she had such lovely breasts, round and juicy like summer peaches. He swallowed hard as he stared at them, the fur between his legs warming appreciably.<br><br>She tried to hand him a rock, an act that caused him to cock his head and wonder what that meant in human terms. Did they like rocks so much? But when she dropped it and instead extended her open hand, the message became clear - especially when she leaned over and offered a much better view of her breasts. She wanted to touch him! And in that moment, he could think of nothing he wanted more than to explore that smooth, alien skin of hers in return.<br><br>He reached eagerly for her hand, his strong brown fingers stretching to meet her slender, pale ones. Their hands met, warmth against warmth, and Devon shuddered from his horns to his hooves. What deep magic was this, he wondered absently, squeezing her hand tight. Time to learn more.<br><br>The girl tugged at him as if to help draw him upright, but that wasn't part of the plan. With an eager smile he pulled her forward instead, dragging her down on top of him. Her smooth body in its strange cloth wrappings was a sweet, light weight against his chest and belly as he leaned in to sniff the scent of her golden hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Grove  [Emmaline &amp; Madmartigan]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 03:20:43</strong>
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				<em>"Perhaps the strange creature wasn't so strange afterall,"</em> she thought as his hand gave hers a squeeze. That was before he pulled her downward. Her mouth opened in a silent yelp as she landed, wide-eyed, flat on top of him. Through it all the birds seemed to take no notice of this intruder in their midst. <em>"Curious," </em>she thought with a furrowed brow. Her silken hair fell around them like a curtain and she was certain he could feel the way her heart beat like a trapped hummingbird in her chest. Feel. One hand palm flat on his chest, skin to skin. <br><br>The shock of it all held her still until he started to sniff at her hair and she reached up and pulled her hair away from him. As best she could with one hand. It was with a furrowed brow that she tried to scramble away from him, cheeks flushed at the nearness of what she was more and more certain was a male. A hand still held tightly with hers the best she could do was to roll from the top of him onto the ground and do her best to pull herself to something close to an upright position. Bits of grass and leaves clung to her as she gave him her very best look of one who has been horribly inconvenienced. <br><br>What had happened to her quiet afternoon spent eating lunch in her tree? She gave an exasperated sigh and glared at him, clearly expecting some sort of explanation for all of this. 
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