[color=orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

Bones creaked as the winds roared through the Fall Court. Falk was standing to his full height. He was not a towering giant, but his presence and tall stature commanded much respect form all Fae. As a glimmer of light fell upon dark skin and angular cheeks. His chin was proud and strong, had it been on a youth it would be called rebellious but upon the man it was a charming feature. Women sighed after him, but none would dare approach. Falk was mysterious and tempting, but one did not simply approach the King of Fall. At best he would take it as a joke. At worst... None wished to find out. Shadows raced about the Fall King like yarn about a spindle, hiding him from sight as a second wind converged upon the Winter forests. Howling and sweeping through the trees with a glimmering hope of warmth. Leaves floated along and whirled about the icy queen of Winter, and she walked alone no longer.

Matching his stride so it brought him just a breast of the younger ruler, the Fall King watched her out the corner of a eye that gleamed with amusement. Arms clasped behind his back in a militaristic style. "It is good to see you thawing out, Queen of Winter." The smirk that played about his lips let out the smooth and mocking words. "Shall I summon a bucket to collect your tears for once the Moot has commence?" It was a horrible thing to say to the woman, but Falk had his plans and the last thing he needed was Winter showing weakness. That would leave two fronts open to the Seelie. Something, while he was sure he could handle it, Falk did not wish for. Continuing as though he had not dealt insult he spoke with a sterner voice, one that brooked no argument. "You would do well to keep your wrath to yourself. Not only your own Court hinges on this. Should full war break out, I would hate to be involved." The Fall King fully at the Queen, his eyes looking like the overcast sky of a coming storm, dark with a eerie green echo in them. "Keep a peace, and perhaps your vengeance will be sooner at hand." Well the Fall King knew of the little love between Summer and Winter. All the Courts had buzzed with it, and Falk kept his face impassive as he smiled within himself. A scorned woman was a dangerous weapon, but if that scorned woman could focus that scorn and turn her passion to something else... It was a useful tool.

[@Belle]