Appy

As Morning Dawns The ballroom was big, stretching out for miles it seemed, and well-lit. The source of the light was unlike anywhere else, since it were the people who brightened the mirror walls and gilded statues of the room. Every person was another dot of soft light, glowing from within, adding to the whole. It was here where the stars danced away the night, in the endless turning of the seasons. Luna was the beautiful one. Slender and graceful, she danced around the floor. Her silver and white dress followed her every move in slow-motion as did her long silver hair. It flowed down to the floor, hiding and revealing parts of her face as her head also danced to the music. She was mysterious, and therefore, irresistible. Sol, who was standing at the edge of the dancers, was fascinated with her as always. Luna smiled at him as she was twirled past by someone unknown to him. It didn’t matter that she danced with a stranger, her smile had been for him. When the music stopped he straightened his jacket and rushed over to her, determined to ask her hand in the next dance. He bowed gracefully and held out his arm for her to take. “Luna, would you honour me with the next dance?” She smiled again and put her hand on his arm in acceptance. He was a handsome man, clad in his red and golden suit. His blond hair was long, but bound back to give a better view of his face. She thought he had the most fascinating eyes, so deep blue that, in the right light, they seemed to be purple. There was a spark in them that she couldn’t explain, and didn’t want to either. She couldn’t stop smiling as they assumed the dance position. He held her close with his arm as they floated around on the waltz music. The sadness that was her heritage seemed to have disappeared for the moment, and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it. After the music stopped and a more energetic dance was set in, they stood in the middle of the floor still, lost in each other's eyes. One of the guests laughed loud and cheerful right next to them and broke the spell. Sol, shook himself mentally and took Luna’s hand to guide them of the floor, towards the garden. “Walk with me please, I would like to enjoy the outside air with you.” Luna nodded, her heart racing as she was wondering what to say. “Thank you for a lovely dance, I enjoyed it…” her soft voice trailed off again as they passed through the doors, into the cool morning air. Sol smiled and mentioned that the pleasure had been all his. In the tangible silence that followed they wandered around the beautiful gardens that belonged to the mansion where the ball was held. They halted at the edge of a small pond that had been hidden behind high, well-tended conifer walls. Luna drew courage from somewhere, and turned towards the handsome man at her side. “I wish you would be here more often, we enjoy having you around..” she said to his chest, before her voice failed her again. She looked up, and found a sad smile and loving eyes directed at her. “I wish for the same, many times a day.” he replied in a hoarse voice. Oh, how beautiful she was! He couldn’t help himself when he let the back of his fingers caress her soft skin, before lifting up her mouth to his. In the moment that it took for their lips to cross the short distance, the world seemed to hold it’s breath, and time almost stood still. Just before their lips met, the sound of a war-horn rang from the mansion, calling upon all those, who would answer immediately. Sol’s head snapped back up, the moment broken, an urgency in his eyes. They parted noticeably, before he looked at her again. “I… I have to go..” he whispered. Luna could only nod, her eyes pleading, before turning to the pond, away from him. Sol stood lost for a moment, his hand still in the air where she had been, before sighing deeply and returning to the mansion. As Luna stood there, hugging herself, tears streamed from her eyes into the pond, where they lighted the water from below. Her face reflected the same sadness in the water that she had known would accompany her forever, the moment she laid eyes on him. And this pond was yet another sign of that, to the people she cared for…

In no particular order, the stories told by the old woman from the sign-up thread. No Role-playing this time, sorry.. First up, a myth about the Moon Goddess, requested by Venefyxatu. With many thanks to Sweetcherrie for being my editor! I wrote this mostely while listening to Theatre of Tragedy. Thought I'd add that information with all the stories, since music's always been the better part of my inspiration. This might also explain why it's turned out so romantic. I will link to the seperate stories in this post, so you can feel free to comment in this thread - As Morning Dawns

Yay it's a Salinye! *hugs* Good to see you, and good to hear you're doing well in your own crazy-busy way. Thanks for stopping by and not forgetting us

Sarah sorry, but I don't have a new riddle... is this bad? Oh alright, I googled one: What always ends everything?

~ Written together with Patrick ~ Mid-bounce, Appy tried to turn around in alarm at Bubble's roar, lost her balance and fell down in a small heap on the Button. She snapped her head back up, only to see Valdar descend on the button again. "Argl!" she managed, before being flung into the air again by the rebound. With the next bounce up she did a back-roll midair and landed neatly on her feet, already running towards the roaring demon... ------ His vision blurred from the impact and the fierce shine of the creature. Patham started sliding towards the ground as he saw a small shape running towards him. What trap had he fallen into? ------ Appy shooed Bubble aside, who did so with another gust of flame in resentment, and kneeled next to the big owl. "Ooooh are you alright?" The look of concern on her face was genuine. And the world around them turned slightly less bright without either noticing. Patham hooted weakly, then realised that whoever it was who was talking to him would not understand that. He tried shifting back to his human shape, but in his weak shape only got half the way. His head, torso and arms were now those of a human, while his legs were still those of an owl. To the young girl the sight must have been quite shocking. It should've been.. "Patham!!" the girl cried out, and almost smothered the poor man with her hugging. Noticing that he was protesting weakly, she let go and promptly turned around to shout at Valdar that she found a friend. As she said that she cried out, remembering that they had been looking for friends themselves. She turned back to Patham again and asked in a frantic voice: "Did you see them? Did you see anyone? What is this place? Where is everyone?" Patham was nearly overwhelmed by the questions, but finally managed to finish shifting back to his human form, his legs only barely touching Appy. "I don't exactly know what this place is, but there is a lot of magic at work here and I do not understand that. I was with Vene, Mynx and others earlier but lost them in a fog. We had been looking for Sweetcherrie and Gryphon. Do you know where they are?" Appy shook her head and looked at Valdar, who, with great reluctance, had finally abandoned his shiny red button to see what all the commotion was about. "Did you hear all that? Look it's Patham!" She pointed at the human next to her and beamed for having found someone.

Reading this like a lyric, I like it a lot hun You've come such a long way, and I love where you're going. Thanks for posting *hugs her sis*

Thank you! Once I get my printer working, I will

*echo's crypto's words* I like this a lot, not only because it's in a style that I prefer to use myself, but because of the images it uses, and the simplicity yet deepness within it. Very, very well done, and thank you for posting. Incidentally, this is something that I would like to see in print, on a poster.. it would work

*nods silently* ... I like this a lot, simple yet provoking emotions... I especially love the twist with the last sentence. Thanks for posting this

"First comes, first served" - Speaks for itself really, but saying that those who are the fastest, get what they want. PS: Nice game Sweet

Scary thought.. let's hope it's not visionary. Thanks for yet another good read Aardvark

Katz, I mean Current Events I guess, go right ahead with Computers I'd say, since mine's rather non-specific.. also I'm not sure about it yet.. might still change it later

*chases after Finnius and catches him* Hold on a moment please. I want to tell you that I loved the flow, the seeming easyness with which this reads, like a waterfall of thought. You are very good at writing as such, and I just want to let you know that I appreciate you posting it here. Take care now *releases Finnius again into his oblivion, where he obviously has very important things to realise*

Simplicity with a depth, I like it.. the title's very well chosen as well. I hope one day to reach this stage.. it almost feels powerful enough to bring out the best in you.. not really sure what I'm trying to say here, but the word truimphant should be mentioned. Well done, and always good to see you here. *hugs*

Well written and open to a lot of interpretation. I for one get the idea, not of loss but of change, and the sadness that sometimes comes with that. Good to see you write indeed, I'm always glad to see your name here. Take care, and good conclusion indeed

As everyone was starting to get busy, Appy was still in the exact same place, pen in mouth, looking at her notebook with a deep frown on her face. As if she only just realised that Sweetcherrie had asked: “Anybody any questions?” the girl looked up, only to find that Sweetcherrie had dissapeared! “Oh no… Now who will tell me where to find this Beaver guy? I have some questions for him before going to this Manfold Prison for the other guy…” Frowning still she bounced out on the street, stopped on the pavement and looked around. There was a small police station nearby. Appy shrugged and bounced up the steps, only to be flung down them again as the door opened in her face and a whole troop of officers ran out, shouting at each other. The last of the group halted briefly to help her up, said something about making sure that she got away from here, and ran after the others. Appy’s eyes started to twinkle as she ran the shouting of the men past her mind again. There had been mention of an escape. And of dangerous criminals. AND that they had been in the prison where her ‘Interviewee’ was kept. Grinning, the little girl grabbed her skippyball and bounced off in the direction that the policemen had taken…

I will think up a (probably) temporary character for this one, but count me in for all stages as well! Topic: Current Age

Welcom back Black... Good luck on regaining your health AND access (we'll miss you horribly if you don't succeed!) Gryphon.. :eep: Good luck as well Gwai, and hope you can have some fun in between

This was very refreshing, and I have a feeling that I should print it out and hang it on the wall... would you mind if I did? With all respects paid of course Liked it a lot, and good to see you posting indeed

Hmm, I can't claim that I understand your ending here, but I liked the rest of the poem a lot. Working with visual things, turning them into metaphores and what not, always one of my favorites. Care to explain the end to me? Maybe I'm just overlooking something logical... Thanks for posting!

OOC: No problem Tanuchan, I might ask you a ton of questions if I decide on doing the Legend, but that could prove to be quite interesting I think... Thanks already for so many ideas.. I don't really know where to start! Keep them comming anyways

Fable A fable generally tells the story of animals acting as humans, and in this way trying to bring across a point such as „You shouldn’t steal“. For some reason, most of the fables I found are with african animals. But a well known animal in general is the raven, the (supposedly) intelligent being, and of course anyone who knows anything about fables is familiar with the trickster character of the fox. Less known are those fables that depict legendary persons, since these usually get classified as legend or myth. I will use the Fable form purely for creating a story with/about animals with a clear point or virtue explained. Myth These stories generally deal with Gods, the supernatural, ancestors, and heroes, using them to explain everyday aspects of life such as the weather, customs, psychology, or society. It is also in this group that we find “popular beliefs turned into a story”. A good example is the ‘urban myth’ of which most people know a few in general. In this light, there might’ve been some historical event that resulted in a certain myth, but since these stories deal a lot with Gods and their lifes, this is difficult to verify. Most known are of course the myths dealing with Ancient Greek and their Gods. I will use this form to write about Gods and heroes, and use it as a way of explaining why certain things are the way they are. Since I’ll be making most of it up, technically I’m not sure if they can be classified as myths, since those are supposed to be old and worn, changed through the ages. But I’m hoping you all will overlook this minor point. Legend Contrary to myths, these stories have been handed down through time because it was a popular believe that they recalled true, historical events. Such as in the case of Arthur and his Knights. Every country has such stories, and always there is a hero/heroin (he/she might’ve existed for real), an event (historically or not), and the account of how these two related. Often it is riddled with mystical creatures such as dragons, which might very well refer back to something real. This is probably the case with the Chinese Dragons for example, which are now believed to have been brought to life purely because during the period where these first appeared in texts, there were a lot of meteor showers in that area. I will not use this form if I can avoid it, since these are supposed to be historically correct in some way, and should I just make something up, it wouldn’t be a Legend, but far more ‘just’ a fairy tale. Saga Originated in Iceland between 1120 and 1400, these stories deal with those families who first settled there and contain the history of the kings of Norway and several myths and legends of early Germany. There are modern prose narratives that resemble Saga’s, but since they did not originate in Iceland, these cannot be called Saga in their own right. I will not use this form for the obvious reasons, unless I think up something brilliant that would resemble a Saga. I will then mention this. Folk Tale These are those stories that have been handed down orally since the dawn of time. The one characteristic is that they hardly ever are written down but always stay in their “What this bloke in the pub told me” –form. Often they are legends, but more often not. Generally, as far as I could find out, this is where all those stories end up in when they are old, but not any of the other forms specifically. I will not use this form either, since I deal with things written down, and would not be able to recreate something that’s supposed to have been handed down for generations already. Fairy Tale One of the more difficult forms to explain is the Fairy Tale. These are fanciful stories dealing with strange creatures and odd lands, and they are usually intended for children. As far as I know, all Fairy Tales depict a virtue or social aspect in a way that it’s understandable for children, while keeping their interest with magical beings and the fight between good and evil. Their origin is one still under debate in literary circles, and no satisfying definition has been created to this day. I will use this form as I stated first, as a tale intended for children, explaining a certain aspect of life, or recounting one of the battles of good against evil. With magic and fantasy being the main ‘tool’ of the story. --------- Sources: A Study of Fairy Tales Dictionary.com Tales of Wonder --------- Of course, any of these forms are liable for Chapter One of my QQ, should you want me to recreate a story with different characters (and thus, most likely, also a different outcome). I just need to know the original.

*CLICK* *CLACK* “Wheeeeee!” *CLICK* …. Appy looked at Valdar with a puzzled look. “Why doesn’t it go CLACK again?” She bounced up and down a bit experimentally, but the button didn’t move at all. “Nooo.. the bouncy button broke!” Appy wailed, as she bounced once more, really hard. *CRACK* Appy looked down, fearing for what she might see. “Uhoh..” On the button a big crack was now seen. It ran straight through the middle with smaller cracks appearing rapidly along it’s line. The two children were now illuminated by an eerie red glow, which was spilling through the cracks, from somewhere under the button's surface. “We.. we should prolly get off, right?” Appy asked Valdar slowly. The planewalker nodded and the two children climbed on Bubble’s shoulders again, to look from this somewhat save place at how the button cracked up completely...

Congrats Black

Thank you soooooooooooo *opens arms wide* much Yui! Love the new features and fancy thingy's!