NARCYSSA, HEIR TO THE GORGON THRONE OF SHAKMA
She has lived and ruled for thousands of years; a direct descendant of the
ancestral Gorgon who birthed into this world the mighty Basilisk so that he may
lay waste to the kingdoms of her enemies. Like the old Serpent Mothers who
came before, Narcyssa remains devoted to their belief in Gorgon supremacy and
will bless this world with a Queen that is cunning, ruthless, beautiful, and wise.
Andúnië Elessar Princess of - Gondor Daughter of King Aragorn and Lady Arwen Sweet and wholesome as Apple Pie. *laughs*
multi-para & novella writer looking for active and friendly Writers! this page was established June 11th 2020
Good Morning-- Afternoon-- Evening
Andúnië Elessar is my Name, but you can call me An. It`s much more easier if you ask me. I want to thank you, for accepting me, and for being my Friend. It is a pleasure for me meeting you. How are you on that wonderful sunny Day?
Since I am not a Friend of long Intros, I will do my best, to keep it short.
My whole Life I lived in Lothlórien, with my beloved great Grand Parents Lady Galdriel and Lord Celeborn. I had to do that, because I am special, I have some Fire in me, which need to be handled. I needed to learn to handle that. I got teached a lot about Nature, Creatures, Languages and of course different Weapons. There is a beautiful white Warg, I can call mine, which became a good Friend and Companion, but about that, you will read in my Starter. Since War once more is on the Way, to destroy our beautiful Middle Earth, my great Grand Parents decided to send me back Home, back to Gondor to help and well.. I wont to say to much.
If you are interested in talking about a Sl, I would love hearing back from you.
War had been waged in the midst of that emerald forest. The dwarf found himself facing a sunlit morning with the motivation to hunt for food when he'd been ambushed by a foray of goblins. He was only one man and though he managed to put up a good fight, Cirdan found himself wounded.
He slumped against a tree, one hand clutching at his abdomen. Too weak to travel, he knew his time was dwindling. He succumbed to the warmth of the sun as it poured through the canopy of trees, letting it warm his skin. Eyes closed, he allowed himself to rest.
Time had passed when something stirred him from his unconsciousness. A female stood before him, a clawed finger prodding at his nose. The dwarf's eyes opened instantly. He stared at her in confusion. She was obviously not human.
"I am wounded. . ." he murmured, unsure of whether she was friend or foe, but what did he have to lose?