This is a project that is under constant construction, so bear with me. I welcome any constructive criticism and advice. Keep your eye on this story as it unfolds.
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Mirth, joy, passion. These things were the definition of Robin and his lust for life. The stuff his dreams were made of. To him, nothing should matter but the search for the ever-elusive iconia of happiness.
Robin Smith was a Satyr, one of the myriad kith of the fair-folk, the Changelings. Born in the times of old, with magiks that excelled above all others, Changelings were revered as gods on the middle lands. Mortals lived in fear of their whims and whispered their names in dark corners for fear of being overheard. But those days are long past, as the banality, the disbelief in things magical threatened to consume these once-powerful creatures severing them from their sacred lands, Arcadia. The Sundering devastated the once-proud peoples, fearing man for the first time like the touch of cold iron on their farie flesh.
When he first learned he too carried a bit of the dreaming in mortal form, Robin sought out those like him, finding that there were few about. The dreaming protects it's own, but those that chose to step outside were quickly consumed by the sting of banality. It was pure fortune that he found Corey Monroe, a cat pooka.
Finding a new friend to share his adventures with, he and Corey spent many days playing the pranks on mortal and fae alike, gaining a notoriety among the Noble-fae and branded as 'disturbers of the peace'.
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Mirth, joy, passion. These things were the definition of Robin and his lust for life. The stuff his dreams were made of. To him, nothing should matter but the search for the ever-elusive iconia of happiness.
Robin Smith was a Satyr, one of the myriad kith of the fair-folk, the Changelings. Born in the times of old, with magiks that excelled above all others, Changelings were revered as gods on the middle lands. Mortals lived in fear of their whims and whispered their names in dark corners for fear of being overheard. But those days are long past, as the banality, the disbelief in things magical threatened to consume these once-powerful creatures severing them from their sacred lands, Arcadia. The Sundering devastated the once-proud peoples, fearing man for the first time like the touch of cold iron on their farie flesh.
When he first learned he too carried a bit of the dreaming in mortal form, Robin sought out those like him, finding that there were few about. The dreaming protects it's own, but those that chose to step outside were quickly consumed by the sting of banality. It was pure fortune that he found Corey Monroe, a cat pooka.
Finding a new friend to share his adventures with, he and Corey spent many days playing the pranks on mortal and fae alike, gaining a notoriety among the Noble-fae and branded as 'disturbers of the peace'.