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The Maestra is not amused, her cold, calculating stare as frostbitten and frigid as her chill demeanor. Where undeath grips her heart, so too does mercilessness it impart. - By Arimisia

My heart is the forest, my soul is the moon. In blessings I flourish, within the Wilde I bloom.  - By Persayis

 Days pass us by, leading into weeks, into months, into years. The seasons change and time continues to flow by us. All changes and evolves in the wake of time, we grow, we mature, we age, we grow older. It is up to us how we allow ourselves to be shaped by nature, attuning ourselves and becoming one, we can only look forward to tomorrow. NOTE: All my artisanals I do for myself for the most part, sometimes I do them …

Beneath Glomdoring within the bat caverns, lies a hidden monstrosity from the world. Twirling on itself countless times, this grotesque snake-like creature is known as the Ebonglom Wyrdling. Once known as Gib Gladheart, The high druid furrikin of Ackleberry forest, he was cruely transformed into this monstrosity at the hand of Rowena Nightshade. Now a guardian of The Merciless forest, he lives but to serve...and fill his enormous appetite. - By Arcanis

"Burn! Burn it to the Ground! What's that!? I can't hear you over the sound of your forest burning down!" The mighty taurian cackled insanely over the roaring inferno around her.

   - By Ilistria

- By Nyxx

Barking at itself, a gigantic chair hops and scuttles in ellipses, waving its wings and fluttering its plumage. Turquoise diamonds encrust its blue hairy plush surface, and two large googly eyes roll about curiously as it waves its gorgeous avian wings and hops from one three-toed wakabi foot to a second, then to a third. A mat of purple hamster hair runs down in a single lengthy tress over the plush chair's top, and it hangs down behind in a …

 "Traitor!" They said and cast Him into the Void never to return. He Hungered a hunger that could never be sated, driven by an Inspiration of one day returning to the First World that'd cast Him out. His very form Changed until it was not recognizable. And so He did return and brought False Hope to those who would follow so blindly, His true form hidden deep beneath the Sea of Despair unbeknownst to all. "Fraud! Traitor!" They cried. The …

Her voice the chilling crackle of ice, Her breath the flurry of winter's kiss -- Jadice of the Ice Plains is a Goddess to be admired, though you had best pack an extra cloak. She is a radiant immortal and stark white, with a faint rime of frost covering Her hardened skin. Gem-carved orbs the hue of a frozen sky spin within Her otherwise empty eye sockets; energy flickers within the faceted stone, shifting rapidly through spiralling waveforms and equations. A stern vigour …