fay_morgan: (eyes closed)
2012-08-02 01:34 pm

for all eternity

Knowing she would live forever was much different than actually experiencing it.

Morgan le Fay flew high above the metropolis below, her sharp eyes catching every detail below. With every beat of her wings, she felt her disgust growing. The metal carriages that have been so popular for so long fill the air with nasty smelling fumes. Worse were the flying machines that thought they could draw her into their engines.

As she flew, she contemplated her plan to return to society as a force to be reckoned with. Morgan could so easily topple the democratic governments and reestablish herself as the new royalty, from the first line of British kings. She would have ancient legend on her side, and could easily vanquish any foe who decided to contend with her.

But then again, causing chaos in anonymity could perhaps just as easily keep her entertained without the added burdens of appeasing a country into thinking everything she did was in their best interests. This thought in mind, she alighted atop a large statue in the middle of a park and let out a squawk much louder than the small raven should have been capable of producing.
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2012-08-02 06:32 am
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I'm Riku, and I'm new here. My favorite rp partner and best friend brought me over to write with her. I'm pretty much open to anyone and nearly everything. I'll be playing Morgan le Fay, using Nancy Springer's I Am Morgan le Fay as a guide.

My icons use Kerry Ellis as a FC. If anyone should need anything from me, feel free to send me a message.

-Riku
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2012-07-31 09:38 pm

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Sometimes, when, for example, sitting near a pure, untouched stream, it was easy to forget the untold horrors Morgan could see ready to unfold. She could forget she'd bound her milpreve to her forehead to show her commitment to sorcery and the fey.

She could forget that, in the darkening skies of the dusky twilight, her eyes wouldn't glint and reflect the dim lighting like a cat's, one dark violet and one dark green, revealing her presence and her nature.

In a rare moment of silly amusement, Morgan tugged on a blade of grass until it blossomed into a lily, with absurd pink colors for a wildflower. Let whoever stumbled across it think it some sort of omen.

Rustling on the wind around her clued Morgan in to who it would be that would find her gift. A girl, by the sounds of it. But there was something off... Oh, this would be an entertaining encounter. Morgan grinned even as she backed away from the flower and disguised herself among the fauna.