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 Belgae wandered through the Faery Realm on a random night in November. It was an odd habit he'd developed after Livane left. He supposed it was because he suddenly had no direction, and seemingly no purpose. He'd spoken with Keats, his best, and now, only friend on the matter only once- and found he didn't like being psychoanalized all that much. So he wandered instead. The Faery Realm was a nice place, especially at night, where everything glowed and shimmered with ethereal light. It was a calm and tranquil place, and after all he'd been through, Belgae figured he was entitled to a little relaxation now and again. He sensed that tonight w

 The Faery Realm is an odd place, even for a halflife. Especially if it's not your native realm. The floral smell, the almost blinding array of colors, the tempereature- warm and somewhat humid... Not to mention the overabundance of butterflies. Marine looked around with her wide, red eyes. "No fish... No fish!" A fanged smile found its way to her violet lips as she surveyed her surroundings a second time. She was an odd addition to this part of the Netherworld- she couldn't have looked more out of  place had she tried. Her skin was a pale, ashy grey, and navy and purple striped horns poked out from beneath an unruly mass of deep blue hair.