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 4th day of the month of Skyfire (LR) (Londorean Calender) "Hello Dear Diary. It's been a while. I'm sorry that Spark tore out some of your pages  to roll her cigarettes.  I'll talk to her about it. That is, IF I find her before Anna does. Suffering Succatash, was she MAD!  I swear, some people would juggle matches in a dynamite factory during an earthquake! At least that's what Nix said. I must ask Anna what "dynamite" is sometime...... Anyhoo.....having Spark around is certainly "interesting."  Not only does she smoke, fart, pick her teeth, lie, cheat and steal, she swears like......what was that phrase Nix used?  Oh yeah! "Like a harpy

I was sitting at home reading Victor Hugo when..... Tanya-"AHEM!" Oh, alright! I was sitting at home reading Archie comics. Happy? Tanya-"MUCH better! Victor Hugo? Huh!" Ok. It WAS a bit of a stretch..... So anyway, I was happily reading when there was a crash of broken glass and Leppy landed in my lap. "Dagnabbit! I keep forgetting that blasted bug zapper! How's it hanging Zoekin?" Leppy inquired cheerfully. "Hello Leppy," I sighed putting down my reading material. "What brings you by?" "My wings of course. Same as always. Are you going senile?" Leppy asked with some concern. "I am not THAT old!" I protested but Leppy just patted my

Name: Kali Physical Description: Kali is a dark skinned fairy with pitch black hair and yellow eyes which flash white when she's feeling angry. She has dragonfly style wings. She prefers to be around 5'8 in height although she can alter this like all true Felarya fairies. She doesn't like to wear clothes. Background: Kali is from the depths of the Evernight Forest. She is a special subrace of Felarya fairy known as a "Duskling." As well as the usual abilities fairies in Felarya are born with, Dusklings have the ability to fly silently and detect the life force of other beings. They call it "soul light." (Anna calls it "the bio-electrical

29th Day of the month of Icefall LR (Londorean Calendar) Dear Diary Birds are STUPID! Birds of prey in particular. A group of terrible heartless predators. A group in which I include harpies of all varieties and sizes. To be perfectly honest Dear Diary - they scare the snakesquirt out of me!  I've only got to see the shadow of one passing overhead and I'm off like a rat up a drainpipe, looking for cover! Vivian tells me that this is something called a "psychosis," and needs to be addressed. (I think that her interest in my condition has something to do with the fact that the LAST time I detected a harpy overhead and raced off blindly - I

 A Little Trouble Hello again Dear Diary.  Sorry I haven’t written anything in you for a while. But before I write things down on your pages, I have to go and do them and that takes time.  I can’t believe I’m explaining myself to a book!  I must have been alone for too long! Anyway, the last time I wrote in you I said I was going to get something to eat.  Not as easy as it sounds.  For one thing most of the animals around here can run much faster than I can slither.  Also, I’m a little too big to ambush them easily. I have to use my head if I want to eat.   It’s basically a matter of knowing your ter

 Katrika Dear Diary…….. To tell the truth, I feel a little silly doing this.  I’ve never kept a diary before, but then as you’re just a book so I guess you’re not in a position to criticise.  Still, it’s nice to share my thoughts with someone, even if that someone is made up of paper with a leather binding…. Well, I guess the first thing to do is say a little about myself. My name is Katrika. I don’t know what it means.  I don’t have a last name. Last names are for humans and other two-legs. I think it helps them tell each other apart.  I’m seventy seven years old by t

(This isn't a fairy story.) Fairies scare me. Yeah. I'm serious!  Fairies are serious stuff! I know what you're thinking. You see fairies only a foot long or so, zipping about on their business and you think, "what possible threat could they possibly be?" It's that train of thought that convinces young idiots to sign up as fairy hunters and venture into the jungles of Felarya with butterfly nets and dreams of easily earned riches. Personally, I am strongly against ANY and ALL exploitation of Felarya's residents (with one exception) but I needn't worry. They can take care of themselves! (And HOW!) Take it from a survivor of a fairy attac

 Lephia’s Profile ************ Age *** If I understand correctly (Lephia giggled madly when I asked) Lephia is around 190 years old but around seventeen by human standards. Appearance ********** Well-Lephia stands about the height of my outstretched hand.  (71/4in).  She is an attractive little thing with pixyish features and a shock of bright purple hair giving her the impression of being the offspring of a butterfly and a Scotch Thistle. Her wings are butterfly type not the dragonfly type some fairies have.  They are purple with black markings. Lephia originally only owned one dress-a simple white design, bu

 Lephia ****** It was early evening at the Zoekin house and Zoekin was sitting in his easy chair in the sitting room and indulging in one of his most favourite pastimes-looking through the photo albums.  He smiled at the memories the photos brought to mind as he flicked through the pages.  Once or twice he even chuckled. The baby photos were his favourites!  From the older pictures of the naga Katrika coiled up in her crib to the newer pictures of her daughter Katherine playing in the backyard or of the neko kitten Hope trying to stick her foot in her mouth.  Zoekin’s personal favourite was the photo of little Katherine a

(This story takes place shortly after the events of the fifth Felarya manga.) Dear Diary 26th day of the month of Flamerule LR. (Londorean Calender) I may never be the same again...... Ok, start at the beginning Kat...... I woke up this morning feeling pretty chipper. I was nice and full from a successful hunt the evening before. (Anko had chased a smaller mermaid along the banks of a nearby lake and in desperation the frightened mermaid had thrown herself clean out of the water and onto the mud out of Anko's reach. Unfortunately, this put her right at my feet. Oh, you know what I mean. I better avoid Anko for a while. She's pretty mad a