 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience |
| Marital Status: |
Happily Married |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
College Graduate |
| Religion: |
Wiccan |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
Slim / Slender |
| Height: |
5' 3" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English, Faerie |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
N/A |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Passionate, Loving, Experimental, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
N/A |
| Cybersex Personality: |
N/A |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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ElareWyldfae's Scoop
About me:
There was a time — not long ago and yet lifetimes past — when the fairy courts fractured. Whispers turned to wounding. Magic, once sacred, became spoiled by pride. I walked away from it, not in defeat… but in mourning.
From the ashes of what once was, I gathered the wild things. The soft-hearted. The fierce. The forgotten. Those who felt the pull of something older than crowns and control.
Thus, the Wyldfae were born — not in rebellion, but in return.
What began as sanctuary grew into kinship. We are not a kingdom. We are not a court.
We are the roots beneath the thrones.
The bloom after ruin.
The breath between prophecy and choice.
I was once called Jenn, a name I wore while the forest watched and I remembered who I was. Now, I answer to Elaré — a name not chosen, but reclaimed.
As High Elder, I do not lead for power. I lead to protect the wildness in us — the kindness, the chaos, the calling. The Wyldfae will continue to grow as we always have: slowly, intentionally, and with wonder at our core.
If you’ve been wandering, doubting, or dreaming — there may be a place for you here.
Not all who belong were built to bow.
Some of us bloom sideways, in moonlight.
— Elaré ??
High Elder of the Wyldfae | Keeper of the Green Flame
Who I'd like to meet:
I’ve listened to the weight of the world long enough — and while it drones on in endless circles of control, conflict, and compromise…
We will dance.
The Wyldfae were never meant for thrones or endless talking circles. We were born of wind and roots, of wild laughter and soft rebellion. We are here to live — fully. To celebrate. To feel. To remember that joy is sacred.
So here’s what’s coming:
? Nights under the stars, where the music doesn’t stop until the forest yawns.
?? Gatherings where shoes are optional and mischief is encouraged.
?? Songs that weren’t written to be pretty — they were written to be felt.
?? Fires lit not just for warmth, but for storytelling and soul.
Let the rest of the world play politics. Let them forget what it means to be alive.
As for us? We’ll be out here — laughing too loud, loving too deeply, and glowing too brightly to be ignored.
The Wyldfae are not hiding.
We’re blooming.
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When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.
James M. Barrie
Peter Pan.
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To the fair folk of distant groves,
To the humans who still believe in magic when the world tells them not to,
To the selkies, the sirens, the djinn, the forgotten gods, and the dreamers born with stardust in their bones—
You are welcome here.
The lands of the Wyldfae are not bound by maps. They live in the in-between spaces: where twilight kisses the treetops, where music echoes without source, where laughter feels like home.
We do not ask for allegiance.
We do not demand tradition.
We offer something rarer than both: belonging.
Here, you may dance without watching your back.
Here, your stories matter more than your titles.
Here, your magic — whether quiet, chaotic, or strange — will not be tamed, only celebrated.
Whether you walk on hooves, roots, light, or shadow...
If your heart beats wild and your spirit hums with possibility —
Then the Wyldfae lands have been waiting for you.
The gate is open.
The stars are listening.
Come as you are.
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