"...It's The Cultural Nature Of Alternia. The Higher Blood Castes Subjugate And Kill "mutant" Or Lowbloods,

Harmonus is a multi-universe hub. It serves as a reservoir for knowledge and people that would otherwise be gone forever." Stelle continued, "The Alternia you know of is one of very few in regular contact with Harmonus. However... ...I heard Tourists can be awful."

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

@lone-moon-pierrot

Various makeup inspirations

1-3: MAC print ads

4-6 Mehron Instagram photos

Stelle went quiet. She watched the Egret a little more, before taking Edgar to where they were to go next.

She did not complain, only doing her work. Seeing how important this door looked, she took a crisp, white cloth from her pocket to open the door.

It was a grand throne room, the one Edgar would know very well.

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"So I Could Find My Way" - Enya

Starry starry night 💫

(picrew here)

Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.

You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.

The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters.  You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate.  Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe.  Whatever.  Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.

Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature.  You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory.  If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is.  You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.

What’s a Trolltag?  Sounds gross.

✏️ for Stelle?

Incorrect Quotes!

Soldan: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Stelle: How can you still say that? Soldan: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Soldan: Someone will die. Stelle: Of fun!

Glass pumpkin 🎃

"I see..." Stelle looked around, "I take you are here a lot, considering the details I see."

Trade and foreign matters... What was more foreign than an alien? A Troll? "If I may ask? How are these relations going?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?