[center][img]http://www.artofmtg.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/Sorin-Markov-Art.jpg[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=Gray] General Kaeleer Savant [/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] [color=gray] Herding the Humans? Bah, that wasn't entertaining as it was more of a redundant task needed to be dealt with. Let the Kitsune handle that he thought to himself as he remained knelt. When the Lady Spring absolved him of his transgression he rose to his feet, back into his more militaristic stance. His head held high, his chest out and his feet slightly spread. Shifting on his heels he turned towards the Kitsune but not before taking notice to the young male human who was frantically writing on a sheet of paper. His eyes squinted slightly as his head cocked to the side in intrigue. He went to ask the human a question about what he was doing until another one stood up, attempting to show any remote sign of respect that the others didn't and when he heard those behind spouting hatred towards the female he let out another demonic bark, causing them to flinch. His teeth bore the bloody fangs he entered with, another freighting sight. He returned his attention to her and crossed his arms.[/color] [color=black]"What is your name huma-"[/color] [hr] [hr] [i] [color=ed1c24]"Serve?! Serve you?! I am not a slave! I do not serve beasts or nightmares! Least of all some Falcon King and his beast-men court! No shape would suit you or this court of hideous creatures! You nightmares hide true hideous nature behind magic, but you can never hide all of your disgusting features, no matter your shape! Beasts with 'no humanity, who only masquarade as mortals with envy for life they will never have!"[/color] [/i] [hr] [hr] [color=gray]That is when he heard the shackled woman speak venomous hatred towards the fey with such disrespect and ferocity. Her voice unyielding towards them, no mercy in her tone and certainly no remorse. Humans, such fickle creatures, trying to justify their petty beliefs of freedom in a situation where they have no say, no power, nothing but what they wear and the few belongings that they brought with them. As amusing as it was watching one of these mortal creatures protest, amongst fey their words were seen as rude and unbecoming of servants. Their harsh statements would be reciprocated with sever punishment, but how? Quickly he leaned forward towards her direction and sniffed the cool air...His eyes glowed a dim gold as a light smirk etched his face. An aura akin to the Fall King's own burst forth filling the air with killer intent. He slowly walked towards her as his hand went to unsheathe Raven's edge. He spoke to his King in their native Fey tongue.[/color] [hr] [hr] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob9F1lsULIA[/youtube][/center] [hr] [hr] [color=black]"My Lord if I may be so bold. This human does not fully grasp the situation at hand and blurts out vile towards you and your Grace. Allow me to absolve her of her transgressions but in a different method than usual. I believe amongst us we have a fellow Fall courtsmen who had missed the hunt, yes?[/color] [color=gray] His eyes glanced over towards Yin with a nod before turning back to his king, his blade raised at the chained female and despite the swords tip next to her neck he still held distance between her. The sheer size of Raven's Edge on the battlefield was enough to cause unease and left a few of the human's surprised by his simple feat of strength, assuming the blade itself weighed a bit but neigh, not in his hands. He spoke up again in Fey.[/color] [color=black]"I request we give Yin a taste of what he had missed in the hopes that he will join us in the next Wylde Hunt."[/color] [color=gray]He bowed low and awaited his Lord's answer. It would be an odd request but his request had purpose. It was to insure this poor human that she, in fact, had no say in what was to become of her. That she was in fact at the mercy of supposed beast-men. Secondly, it was to entertain Yin in the hopes that he could, for at least 7 dusk days, enjoy undisturbed rest and relaxation. Faulk had known the wolf well enough to understand what he planned and what the intent was and with that he simply awaited permission. Once accepted, he looked back towards the female.[/color] [color=black]"You speak of us as monsters, beasts, hideous creatures of nightmares and myths. You ae so confident in what you say that you are oblivious to what betrays you..."[/color] [color=gray]His facial features flickered inbetween fey and ultar for only a moment. His true voice resonated against her body, nashing at her soul with his golden eyes hungering for a chase.[/color] [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/2b6GoKj6SQiC6iCYAOUmka/65869157489317f566617ab55eea563a/FenrirGreyback_WB_F6_FenrirGreybackIllustration_V3_Illust_080615_Port.jpg?w=1200[/img][/center] [color=black][b]"You reek of fear..."[/b][/color] [hr] [hr] [color=gray]He leaned back and sighed.[/color] [color=black]"So. You wish not be under the servitude of our Lord of Fall nor Lady of Spring. Then so be it..."[/color] [color=gray]In swift action that would seem to strike her true, the chains fell loose and she was no longer bound. He sheathed his deadly iron and tilted his head to the side.[/color] [color=black]"Go. Here is your chance to have your petty freedom. But take heed human. Your freedom lasts as long the gathering does. So go, run, hide, stay...I care not. In the end, you are ours...dead, or alive."[/color] [color=gray]The tone in his voice held ice and steel as his gaze seemed to pierce through her to the ground behind. Kaeleer took a step back and with grandiose to his gesture, showed her the exit from the gathering. He would wait until she ran out of sight before turning back to Yin, speaking to him once again in Fey.[/color] [color=black]"When the gathering draws to a close return her."[/color] [color=gray]He stated as he began his stride around the other humans before stopping and turning his gaze towards the Kitsune.[/color] [color=black]"Alive...And intact. Else you feel my wrath...Or Faulks..."[/color] [color=gray]He snarled slightly before returning his attention to the other humans, studying them to see who was fit for his servitude. The male, the male who frantically moved about on his paper. His attention was brought back to him and soon Kaeleer was knelt down next to him.[/color] [color=black]"When I had entered into the Gathering you did not flinch nor show fear. I congratulate you for your bravery. What is your name boy? And what is it that you drew?"[/color] [color=gray]He would wait for the boy's responses before standing up and nodding. His attention turned towards Faulk in Fey.[/color] [color=black]"My Lord I wish for this one to come with me. He is interesting and I wish to learn more from him."[/color]