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White Picket Fences and Apple Pie



a part of White Picket Fences and Apple Pie, by cass-isnt-here.

Ooo spooky. The town's surrounded by it.

cass-isnt-here holds sovereignty over Forest, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Fae like it. So do witches when they want to dance naked. Everyone likes the forest. Except forest-haters, but no one likes those people.
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Ooo spooky. The town's surrounded by it.


Forest is a part of Bluffington, Minnesota.

1 Places in Forest:

4 Characters Here

Zed [2] "I wonder if I try hard enough, I might become a tree myself..."
Felix the Fabullama [1] "Baaaaaa..... Ha fooled yah dip shit! Thought I couldn't talk didn't yah!"
Ares [0] [NPC] Part time god of war, full time stripper.

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Character Portrait: Leopold Pratt Character Portrait: Zed
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"Oh, yes, I know!" Zed practically yelled at dead air, throwing herself back on the branch in which she rested in a theatrical fit, "How dare that tourist come into my sanctuary and just start making a fuss! I shall have their head, for sure, disturbing the aura and... And... And littering! Littering!" She had been throwing a fit half the day now, complaining to the trees and refusing to let the incident go. Why should she? Nature is sacred, and then these ugly little peasants come trouncing in like they have half a mind. No, scratch that. They have no minds. None at all. Zed bet if you put your ear against theirs, you could hear the wind howl.

Having run her energy dry from all of her complaining, Zed took up the position of being unceremoniously draped across a few of the wider branches, letting her limbs dangle like chimes. She had already finished her prayers, made a few flower crowns to be sold downtown later, and picked some herbs for medicines. So, basically, with nothing to do, she was bored.

That is, until a little Satyr happened to cross her vision. Her wings perked up, giving a malicious flutter. Of course she knew why he was here, the only reason Leopold would ever step foot into these forest. He came to get all goggly eyed over Art, which she couldn't blame him for, (God, that boy was fine!) but the trek to the lake seemed to be getting at him already. For a Satyr, nature was not his friend. Lucky me. Looks like the show has arrived. Oh, how she adored the gossip that would come out of this...

However, Zed had to fight down a coughing fit as smoke from Leo's cigarette drifted right into her face, and she could hear the trees weep pitifully in reply to the drifting death. That bitch! He should know better, being a Satyr, for Pan's sake! If she wasn't trying to spy on him, she would have tackled him to the ground right then and there.

Huffing pompously and pushing her hair out of her face with some aggravation, Zed glanced around quickly, trying to find something she could chuck at him. Cursing nature quietly under her breath for bricks not growing on trees, a flutter of multicolored feathers caught her eye. A slow, evil grin spread over her features as she snatched up a medium sized, brown and white bird. It was only for a second, but she gave it a hard and firm squeeze around it's mid-section, causing it to cry out at an ear-shattering volume. Then, it proceeded to bite her, in which, in turn, she threw it. Without missing a beat, the bird squawked at her once more, then darted off into the trees. Filthy thing...

When Zed had finally looked back, the Satyr was gone.

"Drats!" She jumped from her branch, her wings catching the air, and she darted off in hopes to catch up before anything truly interesting happened.


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ImageHaven sat underneath a large weeping willow, her body covered in black and red leather, her long legs crossed with a note book in her lap. Looking at her you probably wouldn't expect this girl to be Fae. THe only thing that gave that indication was the red tree marking on her forehead and the markings around her eyes that change from time to time.

"If no evil be nigh, to thwart you out of spite." She began, her pencil scribbling on the page. "you get upon the thistledown and if the breeze is right." She looked up at the sky, the sun peeking through the low hanging vines of the weeping willow. "You sail away to Faerieland along this track of light." She breathed looked up at the sun. She loved her home, she did but here...on Ironside, she could be whoever she wanted to be.

She didn't have to choose a court, she didn't have to choose a side.

Without warning, the trees groaned and whined in protest as a large creature darted out of the trees. She looked up at the sky with a frown. She closed her book and looked around only to find a large bird like creature flying in the sky.

A Satyr.

She smiled. This is why she loved it here. In OtherWorld, she would have never seen so many different creatures, her Fae curiosity could be satisfied here.

With that she closed her book and decided to head Downtown, To see what she could see there. Downtown was always good for an interesting story and an inspiration for a new poem.


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Felix the Fabullama

It was another glorious day, in such that it was another day that the most awesome creature in the universe breathed another breath. His waking from his lovely bed under the cherry blossom tree where he had come into this world, was something a kin to watching a Disney movie. Birds chirping and flying about, the petals of the tree floating on the sweet spring breeze. As he stood up from his mossy bed Felix the Fabullama tossed his lovely, sparkling, rainbow locks, it was magnificent so magnificent it was like he moved in slow motion. After which gracefully trotting over to the near by stream, to take a drink from the clear water.

Now typically he would make a voyage into town to go to the taco place and partake of his preferred beverage of pink lemonade. But that required allot of work at times, depending on what kind of mood that the Minotaur is in sometimes he's generous and gives freely what is deserved to Felix the Fabullama just for his sure awesomeness. Other times he is a cruel, cold, creature that Felix the Fabullama is just unable to communicate clearly enough with. Such is the state of the world sometimes, when the lower life forms are just so awed by the greatness of something so inspiring. Being so grand can be a blessing and a curse at times.

After he finished drinking he went over to the spot next to his tree where his stash of life giving cotton candy was hidden. This being another arduous task, the sweet fluffy goodness always seemed to attract other animals in the forest. Especially those worthless, ants Felix the Fabullama wished at times he wasn't so loving and kind or he would make sure that every last one of them were going to think twice about stealing his sugary confection. But he wasn't a malevolent creature so he would never sulley his hands with the blood of another being... or whatever's inside of an ant... maybe not blood... isn't it like squishy, gooey..... Bleh! stop thinking of that it's just not.... not! awesome.

Felix the Fabullama soon found that he was down to the end of his large bag of cotton candy. "Oh no! I have to go to the witch again. This is not good... not good at all... she has all of those horrid little.... cats... and not just that the tiger!!! I am not living in National Geographic I shouldn't have to be subject to such things!!!!", after pacing around and almost having a melt down in the middle of the forest.

He finally took in a deep breath, and calmed down, "I need to calm myself all this worrying will give me wrinkles, just maybe you can avoid an encounter with the tiger. One of these days... I'll be really awesome, Grow opposable thumbs and get an iPhone!!! Then all I have to do is call the hag, make my order, and pick it up. Genius!!!!!".

After making sure he was totally, utterly awesome to behold he started to make his journey to the little old witches house.