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This is a collaboration between myself and fellow writer Evil Fairy, who I dearly hope gets the message that WWOEC has closed down so that she can migrate here and we may continue this story. In any case, this is an original work of fantasy with magic, monsters, and mystery, with a great manner of pleasures and kinks to come. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoy writing it. 
In a faraway and long forgotten kingdom, there was an enchanted forest nestled deep within the land. Far from mountain, ocean, and city, it was a place illustrated in few books and fewer maps. It was the forest simply known as Pinemoon, and it was a lush, prosperous paradise of unspoken splendor. The trees bore juicy, delicious fruit, the rivers ran with cool, clear water teaming with fish, and even in the coldest, darkest time of winter the grass was always green. Within the forest dwelled a myriad of people, all living together in a peaceful, symbiotic circle.
First, there were the humans. They lived among Pinemoon’s mighty river in houses of wood and stone, farmed it’s rich, fertile land, and gave back for all they took. For every tree they cut down for warmth and shelter, they planted another. For every boar or deer they hunted for meat and hide and for every fish they caught and ate, they buried their remains in their gardens or the forest itself. And when they died, their bodies were buried within the earth to become one with it, laying a foundation for a new generation of life.
The Fae flitted about Pinemoon, tending to the needs of nature and casting soothing lights for weary travelers. If any creature or person was wounded beyond their own healing abilities, these gentle creatures would mend them without leaving even the tiniest of scars. At night they sang to the setting sun, their beautiful voices helping tired souls fall into a peaceful night’s sleep.
Daughters of the Flora played and frolicked in this prosperous land, skipping across the fields and swimming in the rivers and lakes. They were a strange and curious race. They look like humans; children even, save for their matrons who watched over them. They were altogether different however, and had a much deeper connection to the plant life than any other creature; especially toward flowers. Under the watch of their matrons they often acted as playmates for the offspring of the other forest dwellers. Because of them, no child ever grew up alone.
A race of humanoid bees also lived within Pinemoon, a massive and stunning hive being their home. These creatures, simply known as bee maidens, tended to the needs of Pinemoon. They pollinated flowers, helped myriad forms of plant life grow, and supplied the other races with sweet, delicious honey. They also helped the flower children grow and become strong, becoming the matrons that would watch over their younger sisters of future generations. Though the bee maiden’s appearances were strange, alien, and even somewhat monstrous, they were kind, exotic, and beautiful. They were ruled by a mighty and benevolent queen, whose love for all things knew no bounds. For every blade of grass that grew on the forest floor, she had a kiss for every man, woman, and child who lived in Pinemoon. So beloved was the queen that many people offered their services to her, from assisting the workers and soldiers to even offering themselves as a surrogate to her majesty.
Nagas were also seen among the people, though they were shy and somewhat anti-social. These mysterious and majestic creatures were not against the company of others, but they generally preferred to be by themselves. For solitude provided them the opportunity to indulge in their true passion; the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. Nagas were keepers of history and timeless secrets, and were more than willing to share their knowledge provided someone was willing to listen. When children were being schooled in Pinemoon, it was not uncommon for at least one of their tutors to be a naga.
And then there were the centaurs, a proud and regal people. They were lovers of life, and heavily indulged in all things it had to offer. They brewed the finest wine, played the most beautiful music, and crafted stunning works of art from portraits to marble statues. They lived in large houses carved from stone and marble, each centaur home a work of art in and of itself. They were very social, trading goods and interacting with each and every resident of Pinemoon. They were especially close to the humans, forming strong friendships with them. Some were so close they even coupled. Every year they held grand festivals to welcome the coming seasons, especially during the summer and winter solstices. Members of all races would attend if given the chance, for a centaur festival was not to be missed.
These people lived in peace and harmony. They never fought, for Pinemoon provided them with everything they ever needed. They feared not war nor death, for the forest of Pinemoon and everyone in it were under the ever watchful eye of their benevolent guardian spirit. She was a being as old as the forest itself, perhaps even older. Her true form was unseen by mortals, hidden deep within the caverns below and at the same time throughout the entire forest. She had amazing powers, and when she willed it she could walk among the forest floor like any other of Pinemoon’s denizens. Her name was Sulis, and the people of Pinemoon loved and worshipped her as a god. She watched over all who lived in Pinemoon, and she cared for them as though they were her own children. While she loved them all unconditionally, her heart belonged to one. She was a beautiful human maiden with long, golden hair and eyes as green as the forest floor. Sulis loved her beyond words, and the maiden loved Sulis so much that she surrendered her heart, body, and soul to her.
It was truly the best of times that one could ever hope for. It was a time of love, friendship, happiness, and unending peace and prosperity. Until one day…
Even with all her powers, Sulis must rest. Once a year, for anywhere between a few days to well over a month, she recedes deep below the forest floor and slumbers to recover her strength. During such a time she cannot see nor hear, and Pinemoon was vulnerable to attack. Thankfully Pinemoon was so remote that few even knew of it, and danger was never looming since they never had more than an occasional wolf or bear. One day, Sulis slept. When she awoke, she was expecting to be greeted by the smiling face of her dearest one. Instead, she was met with tragedy. Her lover was nowhere in sight. Frantic, Sulis gathered all of her strength and searched the entire forest. It was not long at all before she found her lover in the middle of a large clearing…dead. It was a horrible sight. She lay in a pool of her own blood, her body covered in claw and tooth marks and her face locked into a silent scream. Sulis wept. Though her powers were extraordinary, death was one thing she could not stop. To this day, flowers grow in her lover’s final resting place.
Every inch of Pinemoon was searched for her killer. Sulis had the strongest of each race look for anyone and anything that could have killed her. For months they searched, but nothing was found. The claw and tooth marks were like nothing anybody in Pinemoon had ever seen. Even the nagas with their extensive library and brilliant minds could not match the scars with any man or beast.
Sulis mourned for her loved one, and things only went from bad to worse. Sulis didn’t just watch over the Pinemoon; she was Pinemoon. Any emotion she felt reflected upon the forest, thus affecting its condition. When she was happy, Pinemoon thrived and life could not be better. As she mourned, her sadness overtook her. Soon, her sadness took Pinemoon as well. Flowers wilted, fruit grew stunted and sour, the creeks and rivers ran dark and murky, and nearly the entire forest was overtaken with a cold, dreary fog. What was once a place that teamed with life and happiness was now gloomy and rife with despair? But the people endured, swearing that Sulis would get better. She would be happy again, and Pinemoon would prosper once again. Sulis did eventually stop mourning, and was no longer sad. But she still wasn’t happy. She could not stop thinking about her loved one, and how her killer was never found. The very thought tore at her, like a thousand claws ripping at her heart. Sadness had long since left her. Now she was angry.
And with her anger, there came monsters.
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The Legend of Sulis and Irene
A Collaboration by
Evil Fairy and Nurse Katie
The Legend of Sulis and Irene
A Collaboration by
Evil Fairy and Nurse Katie
In a faraway and long forgotten kingdom, there was an enchanted forest nestled deep within the land. Far from mountain, ocean, and city, it was a place illustrated in few books and fewer maps. It was the forest simply known as Pinemoon, and it was a lush, prosperous paradise of unspoken splendor. The trees bore juicy, delicious fruit, the rivers ran with cool, clear water teaming with fish, and even in the coldest, darkest time of winter the grass was always green. Within the forest dwelled a myriad of people, all living together in a peaceful, symbiotic circle.
First, there were the humans. They lived among Pinemoon’s mighty river in houses of wood and stone, farmed it’s rich, fertile land, and gave back for all they took. For every tree they cut down for warmth and shelter, they planted another. For every boar or deer they hunted for meat and hide and for every fish they caught and ate, they buried their remains in their gardens or the forest itself. And when they died, their bodies were buried within the earth to become one with it, laying a foundation for a new generation of life.
The Fae flitted about Pinemoon, tending to the needs of nature and casting soothing lights for weary travelers. If any creature or person was wounded beyond their own healing abilities, these gentle creatures would mend them without leaving even the tiniest of scars. At night they sang to the setting sun, their beautiful voices helping tired souls fall into a peaceful night’s sleep.
Daughters of the Flora played and frolicked in this prosperous land, skipping across the fields and swimming in the rivers and lakes. They were a strange and curious race. They look like humans; children even, save for their matrons who watched over them. They were altogether different however, and had a much deeper connection to the plant life than any other creature; especially toward flowers. Under the watch of their matrons they often acted as playmates for the offspring of the other forest dwellers. Because of them, no child ever grew up alone.
A race of humanoid bees also lived within Pinemoon, a massive and stunning hive being their home. These creatures, simply known as bee maidens, tended to the needs of Pinemoon. They pollinated flowers, helped myriad forms of plant life grow, and supplied the other races with sweet, delicious honey. They also helped the flower children grow and become strong, becoming the matrons that would watch over their younger sisters of future generations. Though the bee maiden’s appearances were strange, alien, and even somewhat monstrous, they were kind, exotic, and beautiful. They were ruled by a mighty and benevolent queen, whose love for all things knew no bounds. For every blade of grass that grew on the forest floor, she had a kiss for every man, woman, and child who lived in Pinemoon. So beloved was the queen that many people offered their services to her, from assisting the workers and soldiers to even offering themselves as a surrogate to her majesty.
Nagas were also seen among the people, though they were shy and somewhat anti-social. These mysterious and majestic creatures were not against the company of others, but they generally preferred to be by themselves. For solitude provided them the opportunity to indulge in their true passion; the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. Nagas were keepers of history and timeless secrets, and were more than willing to share their knowledge provided someone was willing to listen. When children were being schooled in Pinemoon, it was not uncommon for at least one of their tutors to be a naga.
And then there were the centaurs, a proud and regal people. They were lovers of life, and heavily indulged in all things it had to offer. They brewed the finest wine, played the most beautiful music, and crafted stunning works of art from portraits to marble statues. They lived in large houses carved from stone and marble, each centaur home a work of art in and of itself. They were very social, trading goods and interacting with each and every resident of Pinemoon. They were especially close to the humans, forming strong friendships with them. Some were so close they even coupled. Every year they held grand festivals to welcome the coming seasons, especially during the summer and winter solstices. Members of all races would attend if given the chance, for a centaur festival was not to be missed.
These people lived in peace and harmony. They never fought, for Pinemoon provided them with everything they ever needed. They feared not war nor death, for the forest of Pinemoon and everyone in it were under the ever watchful eye of their benevolent guardian spirit. She was a being as old as the forest itself, perhaps even older. Her true form was unseen by mortals, hidden deep within the caverns below and at the same time throughout the entire forest. She had amazing powers, and when she willed it she could walk among the forest floor like any other of Pinemoon’s denizens. Her name was Sulis, and the people of Pinemoon loved and worshipped her as a god. She watched over all who lived in Pinemoon, and she cared for them as though they were her own children. While she loved them all unconditionally, her heart belonged to one. She was a beautiful human maiden with long, golden hair and eyes as green as the forest floor. Sulis loved her beyond words, and the maiden loved Sulis so much that she surrendered her heart, body, and soul to her.
It was truly the best of times that one could ever hope for. It was a time of love, friendship, happiness, and unending peace and prosperity. Until one day…
Even with all her powers, Sulis must rest. Once a year, for anywhere between a few days to well over a month, she recedes deep below the forest floor and slumbers to recover her strength. During such a time she cannot see nor hear, and Pinemoon was vulnerable to attack. Thankfully Pinemoon was so remote that few even knew of it, and danger was never looming since they never had more than an occasional wolf or bear. One day, Sulis slept. When she awoke, she was expecting to be greeted by the smiling face of her dearest one. Instead, she was met with tragedy. Her lover was nowhere in sight. Frantic, Sulis gathered all of her strength and searched the entire forest. It was not long at all before she found her lover in the middle of a large clearing…dead. It was a horrible sight. She lay in a pool of her own blood, her body covered in claw and tooth marks and her face locked into a silent scream. Sulis wept. Though her powers were extraordinary, death was one thing she could not stop. To this day, flowers grow in her lover’s final resting place.
Every inch of Pinemoon was searched for her killer. Sulis had the strongest of each race look for anyone and anything that could have killed her. For months they searched, but nothing was found. The claw and tooth marks were like nothing anybody in Pinemoon had ever seen. Even the nagas with their extensive library and brilliant minds could not match the scars with any man or beast.
Sulis mourned for her loved one, and things only went from bad to worse. Sulis didn’t just watch over the Pinemoon; she was Pinemoon. Any emotion she felt reflected upon the forest, thus affecting its condition. When she was happy, Pinemoon thrived and life could not be better. As she mourned, her sadness overtook her. Soon, her sadness took Pinemoon as well. Flowers wilted, fruit grew stunted and sour, the creeks and rivers ran dark and murky, and nearly the entire forest was overtaken with a cold, dreary fog. What was once a place that teamed with life and happiness was now gloomy and rife with despair? But the people endured, swearing that Sulis would get better. She would be happy again, and Pinemoon would prosper once again. Sulis did eventually stop mourning, and was no longer sad. But she still wasn’t happy. She could not stop thinking about her loved one, and how her killer was never found. The very thought tore at her, like a thousand claws ripping at her heart. Sadness had long since left her. Now she was angry.
And with her anger, there came monsters.
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