Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy.
Em
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
Macaria
At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
Jillian
Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride…
Mila & Milana
Mila & Milana loved nothing more than to scare the crap out of hotel guests, lingering in the long hallways for hours, waiting for one unsuspecting innocent after another to come around a corner and spot them…
Samara
Samara was charged with protection of the sacred forest. Since early childhood, she had been trained by the Coven in the ancient ways of her peoples' magic. The Dozen Mothers took turns guiding her through the dark woods, each imparting her own share of esoteric knowledge, gradually imbuing her with the power required to hear the breathing of the trees, to communicate in birdsong, to summon lightning from the clouds. Eventually, she began to feel the forest as an extension of herself, or rather, that she herself was an extension of the forest…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Maya
Maya, lost in illusion…