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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-The Collector-[/color][/h2]
[h3][color=FireBrick]-Location: The Ruined Lands-[/color][/h3]

[i]"Lady Spring...My apologies for my rudeness. I was out with Lord Fall on the hunt. How goes it m'lady? I see the gathering is in full swing, yes?"
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[color=ForestGreen]"You are forgiven, Hound."[/color] The Ruler of Spring and Summer looked rather amused at the Hound's antics. Their eyes gleamed with the laughing swirls of sunlit dappled leaves. Giving a pointed glance at the Lord of the opposite Realm, Yggdrasil's smirk grew ever larger. She/He enjoyed tormenting the Lord of the UnSeelie Courts, nearly as much as they would have adored to woo the dark male. But the latter was fraught with dangers that the dryad respected. [color=ForestGreen]"The gathering held few of true interest til your Lord showed up in all his glory."[/color] The gold and green fan that matched the flowing robes fluttered before the nose and lips of the feminine male.

Falk adjusted himself giving the masculine female (Or was it the other way around?) a dry stare. [color=Orange]"You lay it on a bit thick 'Drasil."[/color] He ignored the woman's/man's gapping face before they waved their arms in what essentially was a childish display of temper. For a dryad, they were not quick to rouse. Yet Yggdrasil was a odd one, there was no two ways about that. Even after so long there were still bets upon the Seelie Ruler's true gender. It was thought perhaps 'Falk' as the UnSeelie's dark King was called, might know the truth of it. But none dared to ask him. His reputation preceded him. Though a fair ruler, he was not one (much like Yggdrasil was one) to dally about and deal with nonsense. And speaking of nonsense, his eyes narrowed on the dark haired girl who had tried to escape earlier. As obvious by her jessed state.

[i]"That's it? A whirl of the cape and a glare?"[/i]

[color=Orange]"Would you rather I simply appear as your worst nightmare, little girl?" [/color] The king's stormy eyes took on their green hue as he tilted his head to one side. A sharp tip on his pointed ear showing through the blue-black hair that fell to the middle of his back in tendrils many a woman and man would love to run their hands through. He chuckled a deep sound that called to mind rolling thundered and pulsing drums. Of dark nights and the mysteries they held. [color=Orange]"You will serve within my hall, little mortal. It has been some time since I have been amused."[/color] He glanced over at the Collector, who merely bowed.

"As the Lord of Darkness and UnSeelie wishes. So shall it be." The gravely voice answered. The Ruler of the Seelie huffed in annoyance at the fact they had been ignored and their apparent 'lover' had taken more interest in a mortal girl. Rather than his equal and the most lovely of the Fae. But mortals had short lives, even in the Fae Realm. She would perish and Falk would grow bored. She/He gestured and proclaimed as if to out-do the Lord of Fall. [color=ForestGreen]"Then I want the pretty boy who keeps bowing and then you can have all your women!"[/color] She/He gave Falk a annoyed look. Daring him to accept the proposition that he was  possibly making a harem.

Which he was most certainly not. Falk's answering grin showed far too many teeth and was something out of nightmares indeed! [color=Orange] "Then I shall indeed accept your proposition, [i]King[/i] Yggdrasil."[/color] That proceeded to stiffen the spine of the wooden dryad. Their eyes glowing in annoyance at this turn of events.
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