Moon´glade` n. 1. The bright reflection of the moon's light on an expanse of water.
“MOONGLADE” is a non-canon Fairy Tail rp. Our story begins in the northern continent of Giltena, more than 400 years after the “disappearance of dragons”. With a focus on the Kingdom of Valeria, a country with a deep history revolving around the Moon Dragon, you will be able to play a vital role in the development of this kingdom--unless you choose a different journey. In Giltena, revered dragons have chosen to walk among you, and villains posing as heroes litter both the royal courts and the city streets. Weary traveller, what will you bring to the kingdom? Forge your path, and push forward through a world of magic and dreams.
WATER DRAGON FEST
The portside Town of Elmina is holding their annual Water Dragon Festival in honor of the Water Dragon Waka. Water Dragon Waka is a known foodie, so there will be a cooking competition held by the city lord as well as a variety of street vendors set up to celebrate the festivities. Additionally, the royal family of Valeria will be holding a hunt in the nearby Pouring Rainforest in honor of this event. This forest is controlled terrain so they will be releasing captive beasts into it. Choose. Do you want to help or hinder with these activities? The choices are yours.
This skin was made by Pharaohleap of pixel-perfect. Moonglade is the ugly bastard child of Baby and Spade and is a Fairy Tail roleplay. A special thanks to Hiko for his contributions. Fairy Tail is created by Hiro Mashima. All images on site belong to their respective artists.
the reply will probably be half this length. regis valeria
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[attr="class","soda2"]In public for them, this family (all encrusted with gold and lacquered in powdered diamonds and infidelity), emotion is muted. Every quirk of a smile, every tear trying to breach the surface, all of it is pushed under the blanketed expression of a straight face. Especially in the wake of a tragedy, and with the queen's wake just having passed, a solemn occasion ornamented with spring flowers and half the country's population, this was indeed a significant loss.
Theo's mind frayed, all the wrinkles in his brain tangled like a necklace forgotten in the dark corner of a jewelry box just taken out once again. Hands worked to unknot the mess, but even that was too much for the tired soul and the thoughts went back where they belong. Hidden away, almost forgotten in the dark corner of a jewelry box.
The late queen never treated her spouse's 'missteps' with much kindness. They resided in her home like ghosts, only noticeable if they made themselves so. Though the way she treated her son was as if he were the only person alive. A developing man worthy of the greatness thrust upon him in birth. A son to be proud of.
And with her death, concern for him seeped into the royal halls in hushed tones and looks that lasted just a little too long. Listening to those whispers was rather informative at times, that is how Theo managed to discover Regis' whereabouts after all.
Balanced on his shoulder was a parasol, laced in white and bordered with fringe, to protect the fairness of his skin from the open skies of the royal garden. He moved with purpose, his feet always landing one directly in front of the other in light, practiced steps. Blue eyes wandered, searching for his brother amongst the artfully trimmed shrubbery and stonemade decor. Deeper into the garden he fell, parasol twirling in the crook of his shoulder.
When Theo found Regis the light tickle of the centerpiece fountain dribbled in the background, its iconography creating an idyllic scene for the two siblings. Without much hesitation at all, he plopped down next to the future king, silence still misted in the fresh air. The shade cascading from his parasol caught Regis as well, washing over him, softening the angles of his face.
[attr="class,"memoryDarkbody"] Death had claimed the strongest person he knew. It had taken her so quickly from him and left Regis with absolutely nothing but painful memories. He understood life was fragile, that people died all the time—but it just wasn't fair. It was never fair when the one's closet to you died, especially when there was still so much left to do with them. [break][break] Regis stood there in the garden, resting his back against the cold marble fountain. He wanted to be alone, and this was the only place aside from his room that came close to that sort of feeling. Unfortunately, he was never truly alone. The King, his father, always had eyes on him wherever he went. There was no such thing as privacy when it came to that man, and there was certainly no such thing as love from him either. [break][break] Meina, his mother had been buried the day prior. All the tears he cried for her were done in his room, with no other eyes to witness. He would not be weak in the face of his mother's death. That's what they want, that's what they expect.. he thought to himself. Regis was the true heir to the throne and he would not allow himself to look unfit for the job. His mother raised him with dignity and strength, and the virtues she instilled with him produced the character that he possessed now. He would not let that go in vain. [break][break] Any emotion that normally showed itself on Regis' face was long gone. It would take weeks, maybe months for the boy to crack a genuine smile again. Even the arrival of his dear brother did nothing to stir anything inside of him. It was simply another disturbance to his desire for peace and quiet. [break][break] "Theo" He said quietly, acknowledging his brother's presence. Regis was in his own world, so much so that he didn't notice the parasol that provided the two of them with shade from the sunlight.
