For the Unseelie Court it was a truly dark day, for its King sat on his throne for only this one last time, before embarking on a journey that could just as well cut his life short. Everything was arranged for the court to go on without him, but it was grim all the same. They had had him for so long... Samhain had come and passed, and with it the damage had been done. Though at this point in time it was still hard to tell how it truly happened, one thing was sure: The Sluagh had escaped and returned their torture and misery unto the Earth tenfold. As much as fae folk disliked meddling with the human realm, really meddling, it was obvious only they would be able to undo the damage to the planet they called home, as well. The Pooka King was not the least bit happy about this turn of events. His tall spindly frame lay low and dejected in his throne, all plush with black silks and leathers, as he contemplated the events of the past few days and slowly came to gather the courage to say goodbye to his little royal dwelling. He really loved it so. Many thought it depressing, because the King never strayed from the traditional color of the Pookas: black. Even now the clothes he wore were the blackest they could be, only his glowing red eyes illuminated in the half-dark of his throne room. Bloodshot and ever tired, they stared on ahead until someone would come and tell him it is time to leave. Though not a bad leader, hes was infamously lazy. Even now, in the face of new dangers and all the epic journeys to come, he wanted nothing more than for the expedition, his new wife included, to simply forget him and leave without him.