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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain-[/color][/h2]

The not-man sighed almost forlornly at Yin's refusal to hand over Melinda. [color=SlateBlue]"A shame, kitsune. We could have had a good round of fun with that one."[/color] He eyed the entire group of humans and smiled. A cruel and cold smile. One that Yin would recognize from wearing it himself from time to time. Reaching around the struggling human male her held, he slid a hand down the man's bare chest to the middle of his waist. Making well sure that the humans would be able to see what was about to happen. Yin would possibly see a glimmer over the creature. Revealing it to Fae eyes as an Attor. A creature that to a mortal would much resemble an Alien or Xenomorph with bat like wings. The humans would see long claws where a normal fingernails once were. 

Then... they ripped upwards.

The man screamed a horrible cry that echoed in the streets. The distant sounds of roars and answering shrieks from creatures answered. Mortals long since learned screams helped so very little. Those that still screamed- lost the voice to do so very quickly. His guts spilled out and across the grounds. The man would have fell but the man- Fae- continued to hold him up. Watching the reactions of those humans across from him. Many who also screamed, or moaned, in shock and horror. [color=SlateBlue]"What a pathetic waste of flesh. I'll have to replace him for my Mistress."[/color] The Attor noted as if such a thing was commonplace. Which- Under the Mountain- it was. Turning about he smirked and stalked away. 

The crowd of Fae that gathered closing the path they had made for him. Slowly the offers starting being shouted out to the kitsune- Falk's general. Offers ranging from coin, to company. Trades of mortal or other fae for mortal. Criticisms about the kitsune and his- weakened blood. Whispers leaked through the offers as well...

[i]"It's the kitsune. The Withered King's Aid."
"He's [the kitsune] loosing his edge."
"The Hound of Uthar will perish soon enough."
"I will take his place- serve the Fallen King."
"Kiron won't like the High Lord coming about."
"The humans will be easy to manipulate."[/i]

The Fae spoke and whispered, their words haunting the streets and leaving no clear person as the speaker. Whispers of the Fall King, of weaknesses in the ruling power. Trouble had been brewing Under the Mountain for decades. Slowly it was coming to the surface in small bubbles and pockets of displeasure. They wanted more power, more mortals. Less of the hand of the High Lord upon them. The Generals of Falk would know their Lord had been thinking and acting upon the problem as he could. If Falk over reacted then they would cry injustice. If he was too weak, rebels would become all the more encouraged. It was a deadly dance of politics both Seelie and UnSeelie played. Though each in their own different ways. But among the gathered crowd the small whispers of rebellion and resentment were present. Not something that was overly uncommon Under The Mountain. For these fae liked to rule themselves and despised the interference of their rightful Lord.
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