Spirit was a giggle in the wind, a soft voice when mother died and a warm hand when she felt that things were unbalanced. She shook the very firmament of being within and took no prisoners. She devours and delights, brings hope to the hopeless by pulling free from the chains of society. Spirit, the dark faerie has no boundaries and no ties. Just in case you would like to know, Spirit's hair is auburn and her eyes change color....sometimes brown and sometimes hazel. She runs through the forests and her skin goes bronze beneath the sun and glimmers in the moonlight. She is raven...
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