Hornet

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'''Unit''': N/A
 
'''Unit''': N/A
  
'''Race:''' [[Pixie]]
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'''Race:''' [[Pixie]] , garden pixie
  
  
 
'''Lore:'''
 
'''Lore:'''
Hornet was not given the name Hornet to be kind. She was given the name because of how she was— a bit of a smartass, prone to sarcasm and surviving through what many could only call "spite". Stinging and small.  
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A small, solitary creature.
  
She was not always this way. She hailed from a land of green— of lush thickets that touched the skies, moss covered stone that littered the land, and leafs swirling underfoot, and she would jump, skip and wander amidst broken cobblestone paths, worn with moss and storm. Her wings had long been broken— from childhood sickness— often folded across her back, thus she relied on spidersilk to move to and fro, from tree top to pathway, crumbling hallway to more crumbling hallways, eventually running out of silk and having to trade for more.
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She was not always this way. She hailed from a garden long lost— lush thickets, pieces of glass to catch the rain, moss covered stone that littered the land, and leafs swirling underfoot. She tended to her garden when she could; Using spidersilk and travelling on foot most days when she couldn't fly. Her wings could not always carry her far, for they had long since been broken. After all, one could only keep out of trouble for so long. And any trinkets she could find would be brought to her little garden; Ribbons, stones, raven feathers, anything she thought could fit within her garden would be kept there.
  
 
One day, a spider had asked her to deliver a flower— a simple but tedious task, if you asked her, as the flower was more fragile than the thinnest hair. She had taken this task with all attempts and purposes of doing it...well, that was until the path she was walking on had cracked and she had slid out, out through a hole of the ruins and into a place of blinding light...the outside world. The flower forgotten, she had taken her first steps into the outside world.
 
One day, a spider had asked her to deliver a flower— a simple but tedious task, if you asked her, as the flower was more fragile than the thinnest hair. She had taken this task with all attempts and purposes of doing it...well, that was until the path she was walking on had cracked and she had slid out, out through a hole of the ruins and into a place of blinding light...the outside world. The flower forgotten, she had taken her first steps into the outside world.

Latest revision as of 07:36, 16 March 2024


Battle Name: Hornet

Weapon Preference: Sword and board

Started Fighting: Winter of 2020

Realm: Thorondor

Unit: N/A

Race: Pixie , garden pixie


Lore: A small, solitary creature.

She was not always this way. She hailed from a garden long lost— lush thickets, pieces of glass to catch the rain, moss covered stone that littered the land, and leafs swirling underfoot. She tended to her garden when she could; Using spidersilk and travelling on foot most days when she couldn't fly. Her wings could not always carry her far, for they had long since been broken. After all, one could only keep out of trouble for so long. And any trinkets she could find would be brought to her little garden; Ribbons, stones, raven feathers, anything she thought could fit within her garden would be kept there.

One day, a spider had asked her to deliver a flower— a simple but tedious task, if you asked her, as the flower was more fragile than the thinnest hair. She had taken this task with all attempts and purposes of doing it...well, that was until the path she was walking on had cracked and she had slid out, out through a hole of the ruins and into a place of blinding light...the outside world. The flower forgotten, she had taken her first steps into the outside world.

She's pretty sure that spider is not going to be happy when she gets back.

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