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

[i]"Haven't you heard the whispers of the courts? I am a monster as those who came before me were. One must never toy with monsters... especially those that do not have the ability to feel remorse for their actions."[/i]

The Fall King smiled, truly smiled. It was look that inspired fear in many friend and foe. It was the last thing that the Winter Baron had seen before Tegvan had slain him. A pity, but it had gotten a potential threat out of the way. Flexing a hand, he leaned close to the Queen of Winter and whispered words born of hints of chill into her ear. "And what came before the monsters so great and mighty, that they will not speak of it?" Striding away to leave Winter stand alone and feel the Fell touch of his breathe whisper against her ear seductively. While the girl was amusing the King of Fall was better. Snapping his fingers sharply he summoned his throne upon the grassy knoll in a whirl of shadows. Sitting with a arrogant and easy grace as though the meeting place of the Moot was his own Realm.

It was arrogance, and a show of power. Let the young and [i]mighty[/i] stand. Elder beings of more experience would let them, and relax while doing so. Like a great cat the Fall Lord stretched out, lounging in outright. "King of Summer," His head inclined only in minuscule towards the Season-born Fae. "It is good to see you well. I thought for sure, a woman would have taken your head." A sly glance at the Queen of Winter with those storm cast eyes shot warning. "And it seems that might still be the case." The Fell King was clad in only his ancient armor, forgoing the cloak of raven feathers. A wisp of shadow slipped from his hand forming upon the center stone a pitcher and three goblets of wine. The fourth being in his hand.