|I am known by many names but you may call me Fauno (fauno) wrote in pandemansion,|
@ 2008-05-14 12:02:00
|Current music:||69 Eyes -- Frankenhooker|
|Entry tags:||arriving, el fauno, legolas thranduilion|
Who: The Faun -his faeries- and Open (To a Greeter.)
When: backdated to the night he was supposed to arrive, Evening.
Where: In the fountain, then out and around the mansion itself
What: He's arrived
Status: In progress
Something like dust -- or rather, an odd variation of pollen -- flew like flock upon flock of tiny, yellow birds as the Faun raced through the gardens of the Underworld, never batting a goat-like eye at said magic pollen, the entire pouch that held many important objects in it bounced with every strong leap he took. His faeries darted around him, up and to the sides of him, chattering wildly about some unknown premonition. The Faun soon slowed down to accommodate their monkey-like chatter, but it was too late; he couldn't see the hole in the rich earth below, and the faeries raced after their master just moments before the hole caved in on them all.
When he came to, the faeries were screeching as they tried
in vain to pull the massive being out of the fountain. Soon enough, he was able to rise to his feet, and shake most of the water off (much to the disapproval of the faeries). The area itself was quite large, and a tad impressive, as far as the world above the Underworld went, with the impressive carvings and what-not. Ah, but, nevertheless, the Faun, and the Faeries, consequently, weren't too happy about appearing here being wet was also made one of those components. Princess Moanna was not here, either; another fact that didn't sit too well with him.
After the Faun calmed down, he came to the decision that someone, or something, with great amounts of magic must have summoned him to this mansion; someone who knew who he was, or what he was. To the King and Queen, or even to Princess Moanna. The great faun straightened up (as best he could with the basic structure of his back and legs and age.) to appear respectable to whatever, or whomever, showed themselves.
The green Faerie became her insect form, and fluttered about the entrance, crawling around the gates and fountain, then to the doors and windows, as if she were inspecting the room carefully. The other two chose to stay close to 'home', and rested upon his shoulders, weary towards those that might pass through the area.