Land of Fey: Introducing Twyx Court

Status
Not open for further replies.
Gaeli so did enjoy celebrations! The faery greeted everyone she saw with a smile and wave- because she could do that in this court. Everyone was equal here. She hummed excitedly as she took a few horderves from the table before loading her plate with bigger foods. Gaeli could eat more than what seemed possible for her weight and height. "Yum! I love these festivities! The food is always the best." She chucked a small cake into her mouth and hummed sweetly. All funny business aside, she was glad to be a part of this celebration. It was a very important court, Twyx. Here everyone was equal but fey and human alike. Humans always were interesting to her. They were so sensitive and affected so deeply by things that happened in the world around them. She thought of them almost like pets that needed to be taken care of and easily upset when the slightest thing changed.

On the other hand, she had seen humans do some pretty interesting things. In the end they were sort of like fey just with limited life spans, no wings, no type of magical abilities and of course, their ability to lie. Gaeli respected them because she felt they deserved it to a certain extent. She started toward a table when she saw an otter enter the Court. She stopped and looked on with a confused expression. "What's this now?"
 
Bliss froze in her tracks. She had been trying to enter the court silently and relatively unnoticed. She didn't want anyone to demand that she change back to her natural form and make a comment about her horrid appearance. That would only make her cry harder and she truly did have a hideous cry. But it would be rude to continue on in animal form, so she changed back but grabbed a leaf and held it in front of her face, hoping no one would be able to see the tears. If they didn't notice her ruined hair first. She hadn't the slightest clue as to why she hadn't thought to bring her silver jeweled comb with her.

She gave a little wave to the one who had noticed her come in, doing her best to smile, although it probably looked like a grimace.
 
Through the entrance, The Never, precious forests of the Land of Fey, became visible. It was a beautiful, yet equally dangerous place, and today it looked more like a nightmare than it ever did before. It was dark and the plants were harmed, covered in scratch marks. Black, thorny roots sprouted from the ground, swiveling around the trees of the forest. They looked to be alive and sentient, attacking anything that moved beside themselves. The thorns were sharp enough to effortlessly cut through the other trees and plants of the forest, and with the two Fey coming closer, their focus now lay on them.

Sealamin chuckled as he saw the plants. The old Fey has walked the forest for longer than most of the Unseelie Fey have lived, given their somewhat shorter lifespan due to.. Raging-Elder-Fey Syndrome, and their battles with humans. Sure, they were weak, defenseless creatures, but even a child with a knife can get lucky enough to hurt and kill a master swordsman. That's why Sealamin never stops training, and despite his raging bloodlust, he does not let that get the better of him, regardless of how it may seem.
These woods were like a second home to Sealamin. A home with an abusive father, and a careless mother, siblings out to get you, and a dog that just hates you. Of course, none of that matters if you can stand up for yourself, and fight back. If you're more powerful than anything, what need you be afraid of? No, Sealamin knows of every plant and animal in the forest, and many of them know of him. The Nightmare of The Never is his nickname within the forest, and the Seelie Court. While he doesn't mind being called Fluffy by Unseelie Fey, should anyone else call him that, it will cost them their life.

Unbeknowest to Trent, the black vines were merely manifestations of illusion magic from Fluffy's side. They were harmless, but it was a test; a test of knowledge. Many strange and dangerous plants grow within these woods, but the illusions Sealamin created were of plants not found in these lands. But does our young prince know that? He was eager to find out.
"Go on, then, brave warrior. It appears the forest is a bit restless today." He chuckled, and pushed Trent forward.

The black vines reacted to this, and swiftly went for Trent, those who could reach him, at least. Five large vines began to crawl towards him from different directions. Should he not take action, they'll surely surround and catch him, and that could mean his death. Unless, he would call his elder out for foul play.
 
  • Like
Reactions: Jessica
The crowd seemed to be making a mix of an uproar and a cheer after Queen Mab's passionate speech. From where Val sat, he watched as the crowd slowly dispersed; perhaps getting ready to hunt for other fey folk who dared to leave, much like the elder fey who left earlier. Whatever the outcome, he was not interested to know at the moment.

Maybe he would have reacted the same way as the others would, perhaps becoming bloodthirsty enough to want to hunt tonight itself. He was supposed to be the fearsome lord he was groomed to be, hell, mortals compared him to Death itself. But something changed in him since that night, something that made him rethink on a lot of things. This act of his is very unbecoming for a fey such as he, the lord of Annwn and the king of the Wild Hunt. But he has no time to think on such matters, his worries now lie where his sister was concerned.

Moving to the Twyx Court, Creiddylad, you must be joking, he thought as he got off his seat and made towards the exit.

There were murmurs and voices in hushed tones around him; some plotting to do something nasty tonight, others making their comments about the announcement among their small groups. Val almost felt inclined to join in some of their conversation, if only to know the matter in further detail that may--

"My lord," a voice from behind broke his thoughts. Bran.

He sighed, turning to his comrade, "Is it that time already?"

"Why...yes, m'lord," Bran replied, with a hint of surprise, "You don't seem yourself today,"

"Of course, I've been doing something I haven't done in eons," Val replied, almost grinning, "Thinking."

The two chuckled as they made their way outside of the court. Beyond Mab's court, anything goes, especially for Unseelie fey like him. There, waiting for him, were his company; 30 men, a mix of fey and those who were bound by curse or geas to follow the company wherever it went, and his pack of black hounds. Those of whom he knew personally were his most loyal men, one of them being Bran. Together, they would ride across the fey lands and into the mortal realm, doing what they do best; hunting.

His black destrier, Arawn, bowed his head low as the lord of Annwn approached him. And as he walked, his fair-faced glamour slowly wore off, revealing a darker and more sinister side to him. Valdemar's armour of ebony black cast a crooked shadow upon the ground which he tread. His beautiful fair hair from his glamour slowly faded, unveiling the black horned helm under that, with eyes gleaming in menacing red from within. Feathers of black protruded from his gauntlets and the ones from his chest plate, slowly formed into a black cape. For some of the men in the company, it was their first time seeing such a sight from the leader of the Wild Hunt himself, but to the rest, this was how they see him; majestic and frightening at the same time.

As Val mounted Arawn, he heard a long, drawn-out sound that moaned throughout The Never and beyond.

It was the horn of the Wild Hunt.

Finally, he thought with much relief, the Hunt begins...

And with that, the company rode off.
 
Elaina prowled along the outskirts of this Twyx court. She heard of it, long before any of the courts had given their speech. All one had to do was listen to the winds and the trees to know what went about in the realm of the fey. One could not build any sort of structure without the ground beneath the site knowing. And the ground, like any other being ti seemed, did so love to gossip and so the word would spread to the trees, and from the trees to the wind. And if one with a mind to listen could easily enough discover what happened when and where. But Elaina, curious as she was, had wanted to glimpse see this new court with her own eyes and to hear the celebration with her own ears. After all, one’s best source of knowledge was their own self. With a nimble leap, the cait sith settled herself on top of a wall and began her observations.


The court didn’t appear all that large to her own eyes. Why would the summer and winter make such a big deal of this court when larger ones had fallen easily enough? Yellow eyes narrowed and the feline fey began to prowl along the walls edge, black coat barely glittering before it seemed to twinkle out of sight, naught but golden eyes remained visible. Elaina lurked closer to the festivities being held, close enough to catch snippets of conversation.


After this, the feline would wander towards the winter court, and then to the summer, and hear what she could hear. Perhaps she’d even venture to speak to one of the members, after they’d exited their court walls of course. Elaina held no particular fondness for either court, but she did hold a caution for both. Winter held a reputation for brutality, but even the summer fey where not to be trifled with, something she’d learned long ago. Elaina settled down to listen to the going ons of the Twyx court for the time being, lurking unseen on a nearby tree branch.
 
"Excuse me, I don't suppose any of you could help me?"

The dark red haired girl felt someone approach them, and his polite question confirmed that someone was, indeed, approaching. She turned her bright yellow eyes to the nicely dressed man who came before them. Instead of looking at the face of a man, like she was expecting, she saw straight through to what was behind where his head should be. This man had no head. This man had no head. Her facial expression did not falter, but it was a surprise to her. Being a medical caregiver, she had seen many things. Broken bones, bleeding, distress, suffering. She even had a few people (mainly humans) die on her. However, this was the first time she had seen a walking, talking, living man with no head. This did not scare her (anything was possible in Fey), it was just not something she was expecting to see.

"How can we assist you..?"
 
  • Like
Reactions: 2 people
Returning Alon's hug, Ari have a perky smile. "Of course, I'm fine." She wasn't happy or ecstatic, but she really was all right. There were just times when she needed a moment to gather and calm herself. Alon asked the two girls what they wanted to do. "Well, I think we should go for a walk. We should stay within Summer's territory, but walking would be nice." Crowds were not her thing. The few times she had been in the Mortal Realm, she hated it. Once she had been there to spy on her brother when she was much younger. Oberon had turned a blind eye, allowing her this one chance to see her traitor brother. It was surprising how many fey lived among the humans. Most were there temporarily, though there were a few who had turned their back on their own skin.

She suggested heading out to Lyndl Lake, far enough from the main hubbub without casting suspicion on them for running for Twyx. The lake was her favorite place to go. Fey of all types went there to drink its pure water, the surface always shimmering with light.

~

"What the--" Trent began as the forest ahead started to come alive. Moving forest was nothing new in the fey world. However, black twisting thorny vines were nothing he had seen. At least, not in this area. Had Sealamin led him into a trap like he thought? Before Trent could ponder more, vines started to come from all directions around him. They slithered across the forest floor like snakes waiting to attack their prey. The snake vines nearly blended into the forest as it was dark below the canopy of the bushy trees. Taken aback, Trent eyed Fluffy wearily before he unsheathed his sword. Like all fey, iron was detrimental to Trent's health. Touching it could prove to be fatal, while being near it could cause lingering illness. Therefore, most faery swords were constructed of bronze with a low-tin construction.

As his sword flew from its protection, a quick yellow spark ignited from the tip. Though he was now in the Seelie court, his glamour still came from his Summer heritage. His sword still held the Summer's magic. The sword was now bristling with yellow lines arching across. He readied himself into a fighting stance for defense as the vines were now close enough to touch. He lashed out. Just before the sword sliced through the first black snake, he paused, faltering above it.

"Sealamin," he said and cocked his head in the elders direction, "I think you almost had me."
 
Last edited by a moderator:
"Almost." The elder stated in what sounded to be a near laughter, though he managed to contain his excitement over fooling the boy, be it only partially. Perhaps it was better that he didn't laugh, for that might be even scarier than him being enraged. His white fang-like teeth were visible again, for he did smile in amusement, mainly because he wanted to see the boy in action. He was a Summer Fey, afterall, and their magic differed, as well as his weaponry. It shimmered a bright and warm yellow light, much unlike the cold, blue glow of Winter weapons. While different and opposite, the equipment of both Courts were evenly matched.

As Sealamin took a step forward, the black thorned vines vanished, and the forest became slightly better lit. His illusion magic no longer affected the forest, and it returned to its natural state. Not that it was much safer without the black vines, but the fey were familiar with it, so nothing to be afraid of. "You did well. Come on, let's go." He chuckled, patting Trent on the shoulder as he passed him.

As the two ventured deeper into the forest, Trent would find Sealamin touching several trees, brushing his fingertips over the bark as they passed them. He didn't say anything, nor would he reply if Trent asked. It was just something he did to find his position in the forest. Trying to figure out where you are with just looking at your surrounding was impossible, even for trained Fey. One could not rely on a single sense, but the combination of all five was enough to pinpoint your location within the forest. The sights, the smell of plants and soil, the taste of the air, the sounds, the feeling of plants. They told Sealamin where he was, and from there he knew where to go, to find the Twyx court.
Suddenly, his ears perked up, and he gestured for Trent to stop walking. "Keep your breath low, don't make a sound. There might be prey up ahead" Sealamin explained, then put an ear against the tree closest to him. Whist he listened, he muttered a few words before that fiendish smirk returned to his face, and a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Yes, the trees speak of Fey up ahead. Do not draw your blade, not until we make contact." The elder ordered. He picked up his pace, running faster than before, though his steps did not make any noise, despite the plants on the ground. A skill any hunter should possess. Catching up with prey without alerting it.

And just as he said, there was indeed a group of Fey, heading roughly for the direction of the Twyx court. A group of five, both of the Unseelie and the Seelie Court. They were younger, and much less experienced with the forest, thusly unsure of their location. Perhaps Trent might've recognized some of the faces, since he's been in both courts, but Sealamin did recognize those of his court, and it wasn't hard to conclude the rest were of the Seelie court.
His blood began to boil again, but he remained calm, for he wanted to get close before they would engage the traitors. Mainly because he wanted to see Trent in action, both his magic and his dedication to the Unseelie. He approached the group of youngsters, hiding behind the various plants of the forest, then grabbed his blade, and tilted his head towards the group. The sign to attack.

Sealamin took the lead, jumping out of their hiding and drawing his blade at the same time. The carvings on his blade, majestic in their own way, began to glow a bright blue. The swordsman pointed the tip of his blade at the feet of his prey. It lit up in a brilliant blue, and shot a bolt. The ground beneath the unfortunate Fey froze up, trapping their feet in ice, rendering them unable to move.
Of course, even they knew the forest was dangerous and weren't foolish enough to enter without weapons of their own. The two Unseelie of the group drew their weapons, facing their attackers, whilst the three Seelie Fey used their magic to free their friends from the icy trap Sealamin had put them in. The elder Fey advanced on them, thought remained unaffected by the ice underneath his own feet, as it seemed to retract away from him. He lunged at one, trapping his blade behind the hilt, then shot a shard of ice at the young girl's face using his free hand. She fell backwards, and the boy next to her charged at Sealamin, blindly swinging his sword at him. "Pathetic." He stated as he swiftly tilted his blade, catching the attack, and redircting it overhead. The young boy was dumbfounded for a moment, then shot a shard of ice at Sealamin, but that too was caught and redirected.

By now, the three Seelie Fey had drawn their blades as well. While the thought of ditching their friends, and running for the safety of Twyx came to mind, it was five against one. They were confident enough that they could take this one guy down. They readied for attack.
 
  • Love
Reactions: 1 person
Alon smiled and nods, "Well, let's go then. Let's not waste time." He chuckles a bit. He walks with stride to the Court doors. He turned around seeing if they followed him. He wonders about the Seelies in the court. Will they go over to Twyn? Will they be are traitors? And what about Ari? He sighs just thinking of her. What if she does? Will he have to stop talking to her? Thoughts ponder his head. We been friends since her brother betray humans and then Unseelies. He lean back on the door frame, waiting for them to hurry. Then other thought came to his head. What if he left the Seelie Court? He wanted peace between humans and feys, but he didn't want to betray the court for his actions.

He was thinking too deeply about this. He needs to worry about the present and not the future. His quote was always, "Life has choices. Pick them at your risk." He smirked about that quote. He looked at Celeste and Ari. Celeste didn't have many friends. But, he is her friend. He doesn't know what Ari thinks of her...He smiles at Ari with his foolish look.
 
Gaeli smiled at the person who had entered the court and ran down to greet them with her large plate of food. The girl had hidden behind a leaf but the hobbit sized faery had already become quite intrigued by the visitor. Perhaps they too wanted to join the court! She flew down to where they stood and leaned to the side, trying to see past the large leaf. "Hello there! Have you come to join the Twyx Court? It is a very nice place to be indeed." She smiled at her shyness. "Are you hungry?"
 
While Ari was so focused on heading away from the crowded court, she hadn't heard Celeste speaking to a man who had come up to the group asking for their help. Just as Alon and she were about to head of to the lake, her ears caught up with her brain. Stopping, she turned to the man with a smile before halting. The man had no head. It wasn't that it scared her, rather it was startling to expect to speak while eye-to-eye and there were no eyes.

"Um, oh. Hello." Hesitantly she replied. There had once been a cait sith who could disappear at will, often allowing only his eyes to linger. He was where the legend of the Cheshire cat had begun. However, this man was definitely not a cait sith. Intrigued, she stepped closer so as to not miss how he spoke. Could you speak with no mouth? His hat set atop his non-existent head, so she figured the answer was 'yes'. How peculiar. Resisting the strangling urge to touch the empty spot between his shoulders and the hat took much more will than she thought would be needed. Ari considered herself to be polite and friendly and poking someone's head, or lack-there-of, was quite impolite.

"How may we help?" Her question came out just a little too long after Celeste's reply. Way to go, Ari.

~

Smirking at his own cleverness, the vines shimmered from existence as Sealamin passed Trent. The old man sure had plenty of glamour about him, causing a twinge of admiration in himself. Power was his ultimate goal and Old-man Fluffy seemed to have quite a bit of it. Perhaps before he keeled over, he would teach the Summer Prince his ways.

As they continued on deeper into The Never, Trent watched as the elder ran his fingers across tree after tree. They needed to get to the edge of the Unseelie territory before they were allowed a true hunt. If they took action in their own court, they could be faulted. That was something the young prince and the elder both seemed to know better. So the minutes ticked by wandering the ever-changing forest, Trent trailing the other man. Unlike his normal chattering self, when he wanted something bad enough, he could take it seriously and shut up. While watching the other fey, he was quickly learning some of the man's traits. How he walked, the way he brushed his hands across the trees, and he was constantly on alert. If there was anything on the man's mind, Trent had no way of knowing.

Just as he was about to question the elder, Sealamin hushed Trent as he gestured to stop moving. The old man seemed to have heard something. Surprised he, himself, had not heard anything, Trent following the elder's instructions. Not that he was foolish enough to alarm his prey by unsheathing his sword hastily, but he did hover his left hand over the sword's hilt. There could be ogres ahead for all he knew, and Ogres were things you didn't mess with unless absolutely dire. As they neared, Trent could tell that Ogres weren't what lied ahead. Just as he caught word on the wind of their intended prey ahead, Fluffy darted forward. Trent followed, stealthily but fast enough to keep up. Thanks to his heritage, he could easily allow the wind to carry his footsteps in the forest. It glided beneath his soles, cushioning the 'pat-pat-pat' of his feet on the plants and spiky grass covering the forest's floor.

It wasn't all that quick, but to Trent it felt too fast. Just a few feet away, a young group of mixed-court fey were heading in the direction toward Twyx. Two Unseelie and three Seelie. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he knew all but one of them. As recognition flamed in his mind, Sealamin drew his blade from behind the flora before charging at the young group. "No," Trent exhaled in disbelief. He could cut down Unseelie with ease. He could even cut down Seelie with few problems. However, these were kids. These were kids he had once watched be born. One of them he had danced at the annual Summer Celebration where the Summer Court held festivities and dances as Summer approached. Ask him to capture or kill any fey. Oberon, his sister, any human. He would never hesitate. These were just kids.

While his stomach flipped and twirled, nauseating his stomach, Fluffy had all ready attacked the two Unseelie. He might have killed them, but Trent had been too busy worrying about the Seelie three. As the elder seemed satisfied with his work and the Seelie three drew their swords, Trent knew what he had to do.

The three children advanced on Sealamin together in a uniform attack. The two boys on the left and in the middle while the girl was on the right. They were too young to observe their surroundings, so they didn't see Trent as he moved along the west side of the three. Before they could implement their attack, Trent unsheathed his sword and jumped behind them. "No, no," he said teasingly, causing the girl to round in shock.

Trent wasn't certain if she recognized her dance partner from decades ago, but if she did, he would never know. His sword lit with the warm, yellow light from before while still embedded in the girl's left shoulder. It stuck through her chest and protruded out her back. Very little blood was visible until the traitor prince pulled the bronze sword from her warm flesh, her eyes all ready dim and faded. The Seelie boys had stopped to watch in awe, a move they might soon regret. One charged Trent while the other whipped around and attempted to retaliate on Sealamin.

The wind caught Trent in mid-jump, allowing him to hover just above the swing of the sandy-haired boy. The boy's sword was nearly identical to his own with the exception of age, stains, and a few more symbols carved into the blade. The boy used his own glamour to jump high enough to reach the Summer Prince. However, Trent was older and more experienced. As Sandy launched himself into the air, Trent front-flipped off the wind platform, falling behind the boy as he did. Landing in a kneel, his eyes quivered as he looked to see the results.

The boy lay kneeling on one leg, a deep slash running along his back from his right shoulder down to his left hip. Surprisingly, he stood again and turned to Trent and Sealamin. "This is not over. I will hunt you down for what you did!" The boy immediately took off for Twyx, blood trailing behind. Apparently he didn't care to see what had happened to the other Seelie boy.

Wondering himself, the prince turned to see what had become of the young one. Had Sealamin been successful where Trent had failed?
 
Last edited by a moderator:
As Trent looked over at his companion in hunt, he would find the elder just standing there with purple trails of smoke coming from his eyes, and his blade back in its sheath. The two kids that were attacking him now seemed to randomly flail their blades around, though upon closer inspection, it would seem they were fighting invisible things rather than random. Sealamin had these kids in his grip with illusions, no doubt. Yes, the idea was confirmed when the illusionist smirked, and calmly walked up to the kids. In his hand, he created an icicle, as sharp as Trent may have ever seen one, and smooth as silk. Obviously, Fluffy had perfected his manipulation and creation of ice, shaping it exactly how he wanted it to.
Despite what Trent might believe, Sealamin hadn't killed any of the Fey yet, and he wasn't planning to do so just yet. He raised the icicle up to the kids necks, who were too focused on whatever it may be they saw, and stabbed them a few time in specific spots. They dropped their blades and fell to the floor with their eyes wide opened, but they were still breathing. The icicle vanished in Sealamin's hand as he moved over to the first girl he attacked. Half of her nose was torn off, and her face was covered in freeze burn, but she was still alive as well.

"You wouldn't happen to know the rules of the Seelie Court about running for the Twyx Court, would you?" He asked whilst dragging the Winter Fey towards the other one. They weren't to be killed. No, returned to the Court, where their punishment will be far worse than death. He didn't know the rules of the Seelie Court, though they probably wouldn't torture their members, even if they betrayed them. Staring down at the kids, Sealamin was clearly disgusted by their decision. "Well, I'll leave the fate of the boy up to you. I've got our traitors right here. Let the Seelie run for Twyx, if ever we wage war again, their numbers will be fewer than ours." Sealamin spoke as he removed the kids' weapons, and tossed them towards Trent. "You carry those, wouldn't want them to attack me if they wake up halfway back home." He explained, then put their hands together and trapped them in a thick ball of ice, rendering them unable to move, or cast any magic from them. While Fey can cast magic from more than just the hands, it is the easiest part, and most kids only can cast spells from there. It also prevents them from being any threat in unarmed combat.
The girl, being the lightest of the two, was lifted up, and carried on the shoulder, whilst the boy was being dragged behind by the leg. Sealamin didn't wait for Trent, nor did he bother looking at the decision the young prince made; he was free to do as he chose.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Alon turned around to see what Ari and Celeste was talking to. This silhouette had no head, just a hat resting on top of it's head. He was confusing. Maybe it was leviating? Alon pushed the thought aside. Alon leaned against the tree, staring at the figure. He seen them before around the forest. They are call cait siths. Better yet to say, The Ones. The Ones were the beginning of the Cheshire legend. The Ones were neutral to humans and feys. They wandered around the forest either watching how the humans and feys get along. They don't do anything to us, just they always observe us. I remember one summer in the Seelie Court. About five of them told us, "We are not dangerous nor we are weak. We just observe how you all are in the this world. How humans and feys get along.." And some other speech he forgot because of boredom.

He looked at Ari and Celeste trying to interact with the man. He smiles slightly at Ari and gets off the tree and walks over to the man. He put a hand out for a handshake. He was looking at his hands. No hands. Well, this is going to be weird to do, but it's call politeness. Unlike Ari, she likes to poke things all the time. It was like her habit like his smoking. He doesn't smoke around his friends and when he does, its usually when he's pissed about something. Anyways, he wanted for the handshake back.

His thoughts were running in his head during this encounter actually. How is it at this time one of The Ones appears to us? He wondered..
 
At being acknowledged, Requiem reached up to take off his hat, pulling it down through the empty space where his head should be, and giving a flourished bow. "Forgive my appearance, I prefer not to employ my glamour when it isn't necessary. I've been a Dullahan long enough that actually having a head seems awkward to me now." He explained apologetically. He could see in the eyes of the Princess that she was intrigued, so he turned his attention to her "You may, you know by the way. I don't mind." He told her, waving his hand through his own head.

Normally a Dullahan was a horseman, or even drove a carriage, frequently decorated with skulls and candles. Legend had it that they also used a human spinal column as a weapon, but Requiem found the idea to be rather strange. He did carry a whip, but that was similar to his sword. It only appeared when called. In Requiem's case however, he had little use for the old fashioned ways of the Dullahan. He wasn't vengeful anymore, and honestly, he didn't care for the rivalries of the past. He just wanted to be free of the petty rulings of the Courts.

He continued on from where he was before "Anyway, I was curious about your thoughts on the new Court, one such as myself, well... Let's just say that regardless of who you are, what you are still seems to effect how you're viewed. Nobody seems willing to speak with me."
 
Bliss sniffled, peeking out behind the leaf and nodding quickly. Usually she would make her presence known and maybe joke around with the other fey for a bit, but the betrayal of her family had knocked all the joy out of her. She didn't want to appear rude however, so she stepped out from behind the leaf. Wiping her teary face with the back of her hand, before giving the other fey a teary smile. "Yes, greetings. I am here to join the Twyx court." She said softly.
She then noticed the plate of food or rather her stomach did because it growled loudly. She laughed nervously, she hadn't had a bite to eat since she had left her home. "A-and yes, I am quite famished. May I?" She asked, eyeing the large plate.
 
Gaeli nodded and held out her plate for the fey to take whatever she may have liked. So, another had come to join the court. There were already so many interesting fey and humans within the court. "My name is Gaeli, some call me Lili. You can always come look for me if you need anything. Come, I will take you to the queen." She took her hand and led her to where the queen resided among the festivities. "Your highness." Gaeli bowed. "A newcomer wishing to join our humble court." She looked back to the other fey.

((If it looks like I'm controlling your character Tazelwurm, I apologize, that was not my intention >..>))
 
  • Like
Reactions: Mundane Monster
((Don't worry, little things like that are totally cool))
After eating a few berries and leaf wraps, Bliss followed the other fey and when she bowed, so she did she. She let her gaze rest on the ground, not sure how to interact with the Twyx court ruler. Most figures of authority tended to discourage eye contact, so she kept her gaze lowered and her body low. No need to start a conflict, when this was the only place that she could call home.
 
Elaina's ears perked as the queen of the Twyx court was mentioned. How interesting...definably worth my time to check out. Still in an unseen shape, the cait sith crept along behind the two fae as they went to the queen. As the two approached the Queen of Twyx, Elaina once again settled down in a place out of the way and easy to watch from. In the back of her mind she wondered if this new queen would be able to pick up on her presence. So far as she knew, none of her court had. But then again, Elaina prided herself on her sneaking, so maybe she was just that good.
 
During this time, Jek had been sitting in an area of woodland almost in the exact center of the three courts. He had finally found it. After years of searching, he could finally explore the legendary Feylands. He had been exploring for a day or two now, long enough to know that there was quite a commotion over the third court, new to the land. He would have to learn more about it, as the feelings regarding it were varied, to put it mildly. Deciding it was high time to investigate, he quickly hid the remnants of his fire and darted off through the dense forest, in the direction he last remembered Twyx court being. Hopefully, he would cross paths with no Unseelie on his way. If he did, he had his sword, his bow, and his magic.
 
As the headless man, the Dullahan, encouraged her to investigate, Ari blushed. Had she been that obvious? Probably. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare," she stated sheepishly before she quickly thrust out her right pointer finger to poke the air between his hat and clothing. It was only air. She drew her hand back, still blushing. It wasn't her fault her urges were silly and uncontrollable. The man continued to speak to the small group, wondering their thoughts on the new court.

"Excuse me, Dullahan Man," Ari began. "Do you have a name? Or do we call you Dullahan Man?" Eagerly, she attempted to change the topic, even if just briefly. Not only had Twyx been talk among the court for awhile now, it had also been spoken of in the private of her home by her father, Tatania, and those who were lucky to serve the King and Queen. As she turned her eyes toward the empty space where a head should be, there was a brief flicker of Oberon on the throne. The jester, wearing an eccentric hat and clothing, was brought out by the phouka who served the King. To no surprise of hers, she saw the jester was a human boy. He appeared to only be a couple decades old. Such a young one to the other fey. It was her father's favorite pet, as he saw the man. It was Charlie.

Human pets were common among all fey, Seelie or Unseelie. Though the Seelie treated them kindly with food and lovely places to sleep, they were never considered equals. Apparently, Twyx had done away with human pets. Now, that's not to say all humans were pets. Some were wonderful servants while others worked the kitchens or baths. Only a few humans were ever allowed around the Seelie Court without an escort.

~

The young fey Sealamin questioned was whimpering, but refused to reply. His mouth was tightly shut. Trent admired the kid's loyalty to his court he was likely all ready betraying. Looking toward his kill, he bit his lip to prevent his own whimpers from escaping. It was a test. This was just another test. If he had not killed the kids, would he have passed? The young prince shook his head as he grabbed the body of the young girl and hauled it over his shoulder. He allowed his blue eyes to turn cold again, no emotions. He would allow Sandy to run to Twyx. He would pass on the threat those 'peace-minded' fey and humans would face if they ever stepped out of their territory.

Trent, turned to the remaining Seelie boy and hauled him on onto his other shoulder. They headed back toward the court in silence with the Summer Prince lost within his own mind. All of this would one day lead him to kill her. It would be done. He shifted Lyna's cold body. The dance was over.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Status
Not open for further replies.