Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

It was a warm summers evening in the mountain city of Luria. The houses and shops and everything needed to have a village, was carved right into the side of the three hundred foot tall cliff that faced out towards the sea, where the people of the Fayne gathered most of their food. The Fayne, where known to most of the world as the Crystal Dragon Elves, so named because of their genealogy. They where what happened when Crystal Dragons, long thought extinct, bred with Dark Elves. They where beautiful creatures, but nearly impossible to find. The City of Luria was well hidden from prying eyes by ancient Crystal Dragon Magic. The Fayne where very adept at Magic, at least the older ones where. When a creature lived to be a common age of twelve hundred years old, one tended to develop slowly. While any youngster could use certain shadow magic's, the real ones weren't learned, or even capable of being learned, until a Fayne was well over three hundred years old. Their wings where much the same. They where born without wings, they would grow over time, the crystals forming over what would later become massive Dragon Wings. The Crystal feathers where as sharp as a piece of glass, if not sharper, and could curl and twist and bend, rendering a victim helpless as they where carved into ribbons. The crystal was always shedding off as longer ones grew in, just like a normal birds wing, only they fell out weakly, instead of yearly. When their wings reached an impressive ten feet on each side, they shed for the last time, revealing scales instead of crystals, though they still shimmered and gleamed, and where just as sharp as the wings had been. They wouldn't reach the full twenty feet from tip to tip, until the Fayne was about six to seven hundred years old. Until then, all they could do was 'catch the gust' much like a parachute, or for the older ones, glide, which was a very handy skill when you lived three hundred feet up in the air with nothing to catch you on the way down to the water. For those that couldn't glide yet, there where other ways down, massive amounts of stairs wove back and forth, and there was a slide of sorts, though that was more used for supplies that the fisher Fayne needed than it was for toddling featherlings. One young Fayne was coming back from a hunting expedition. A Fayne's usual diet was mostly seafood and rice, a lot of rice, they loved rice. Occasionally though, they desired something dark, red and bloody. They tended to eat their captured game raw. In fact, aside from their beans, rice, and other such things, everything they ate tended to be raw. Including the fish, the bird, and the sea vegetables. The Fayne lived a life very close to the land, and thought it was rude to the creature that they where eating to cook it. After all, the spirit lived on, watching after death, so it was very important to pay the proper respects to the creatures they killed. Even the insects and other pests. This Fayne was the daughter of the Tribal Leader, known only as The Mother. She was carrying three dead Jackrabbits by the ears in her hand, and was licking a blade clean in the other as she headed for home, her crystal wings shining in the light. She never anticipated trouble as she leaped off the top of the cliff, and glided twenty feet down to the first Landing. Which looked just like a boat dock... only attached to a cliff. There had never been a visitor to the city of Luria, so why should anyone expect any sort of trouble? Their peaceful, people free life was about to cost them greatly.