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So Fae, Fae are the ones pulling the strings behind every government and monarchy. They abduct the leader of the entire thing for about a week, placing illusions in their heads to make them believe that the Fae helped them achieve that position and that they are in debt to the Fae. The Fae in return, come to the kingdom about a year later and assume a government position, controlling the gov. from there.

This is just about one of the things they do.

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Yes, but they never conceal their forms.
They find it a sort of lying and, as Fae's, they never lie.

@Althalosian-is-the-father book

Worldbuilding definitely. I don't have the story mapped out still, but Sunday I was creating and translating a hymn the Althalosian Brothers would sing at sunrise. Lol.
And I already know how the world was created and how it will end.

@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Worldbuilding definitely. I don't have the story mapped out still, but Sunday I was creating and translating a hymn the Althalosian Brothers would sing at sunrise. Lol.
And I already know how the world was created and how it will end.

Cool, Dom! I know you're a positively amazing worldbuilder!

@Dragoncita group

Mahlaansizaan Forest is the home of the fae in my world
In Draconic, the name means 'fallen' and 'lost'. It is home to the Kingdom of Fairies. Their rulers, King Tiberon and Queen Azalea.
It is believed a Dragon King of old made a bet with the Fairy King, and lost the bet. Due to losing, the Dragon King of then was forced to give up part of dragon territory to the Fairies; Mahlaansizaan Forest.
Despite the dragons' hatred, the fairies show no hostility whatsoever against the beasts.

@Dragoncita group

Well, here's a mini-story I wrote a very long time ago. Think 3 years now since I wrote this one:

An Elder's Last Flight
The beast was old, and he knew his time was coming. He couldn't even remember his own age. The dragon stood on shaky legs, bones creaking. He took a moment to take a final look at his hoard; gems, trinkets, and several old tomes. A small smile came to his muzzle, remembering his younger years.
Now was not the time though. He moved stiffly, tail dragging behind him. The dragon held his neck low, bowed. Despite his hard time of moving, he kept going. His joints ached, but he wanted to feel the air against his wings one last time.
It was some time until he finally reached the entrance of his cave. He looked below, taking in the sight of his territory. The Elder huffed a puff of smoke from his nostrils, it was weak. He slowly outstretched his tattered wings, which was a feat in itself. It wouldn't be surprising if he did not make his last flight, just by the way he looked. It was common among many Elders when their time came, the want to fly one last time.
The dragon flapped his wings, stiff and weak. Yet, that would not stop him. He looked over the edge, then without any fear, dropped. The Elder let himself fall, knowing he would need to open his wings at the right time. As the treetops sped closer, his wings snapped open with a loud crack.
He heard a few rips, some of the membrane of his wings tearing, if they weren't tattered enough. It did not matter to him though. The Elder was determined to soar above the land one last time, to be remembered.
It took a little bit, but he finally managed to steady his flight out. It was a bit shaky, but the ancient creature kept in the sky. As he rose a bit higher, he glanced below. A smile came to his muzzle. He remembered this land quite well. He felt young once again. He felt as if he could fly with the best of them. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew he'd never be able to.
The Elder Dragon opened his jaws. He managed to release a weak spout of fire, followed by a cracking roar. As wanting to be seen, he wanted to be heard as well for a final time.
His wings suddenly felt heavy, his eyes closing. The beast knew it was time to return. The dragon tipped his wing, headed back. As for the flight back, it was more difficult than the flight to the outside world. He needed to stay focused, but it was hard. His vision started to swim. The dragon felt as if his wings were weighted down.
With a final burst of strength, he crashed on the ledge leading to his cave. The Elder simply laid where he was, not moving. The most he did, shifted a bit, settling his head down. His back legs were splayed out, tail hanging over the edge. The ancient creature's wings laid on either side of him, not neatly folded.
His breathing slowed way down. The Elder's nostrils flared sluggishly now. He felt at peace, relaxed. His eyes started to slowly close. The dragon inhaled deeply, then went limp.
He was gone, now joining his ancestors in the sky, forever being the Lords of the Sky.

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Unfortunately I have no Fae to add to the story… just werewolves, dragons, wolves, halfbloods, and spirits…