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Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Angela Skyler Could always wander about, and into Summer land.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Aisling studied the tall, and cold Fae before her. He could not touch her, not here in the Land of Fall. It would be a foolish move, one the Fall King would strike for the petty insult dealt towards him unknowingly by these fairies. Narrowing her grey eyes at the threatening Fair Folk, she tried to banish her fear with cold indifference. "You are on Fall Land, no power do you hold here." Adjusting the bags, she stepped from the tree after steeling her nerves. Musing over the idea of hurling one of her cans at them, a potential threat of iron, but decided against it, should the Fall King become displeased over the action. "Poachers! Be gone and leave what thou thought to take! Laws of Fairy you do break!" She declared, her steps keeping her moving away from the Fae that spoke.

@smarty0114

Xavier Institute: Mutants Unite

Noting a odd figure moving about the grounds, as she rearranged her feathers. Des spread her wings, taking flight as she watched with sharp, black eyes. Swooping down to land on a high branch, the untrusting mutant watched and the girl, perhaps older, pick the lock and slip inside. Stepping from the tree to the ground, she pressed a hand to the earth as she landed heavily in a crouch. Looking about warily, she eased into the door behind the girl. Keeping her tall form moving slowly and quietly as she looked down the hall. "Where did she go-?" She muttered sourly. "I'd duther not sniff her out." Looking about, she puzzled over her options before slamming the door shut with a ominous clang. Shock and startle the prey into bolting. It work quite often which surprised Des to no end still.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Centurion Not a problem, We've all been there.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Feet pounded against the leaf covered ground as a large, thin hound leap over a fallen tree. The Wylde Hunt had been called together, it was not riding. Not yet. Bounding past a group of sheltering wisps, the Cwn Annwn paused. A group of mixed Fae were near the border, something his Lord would not allow should the Hunt ride. Giomanch changed course, loping towards the scent. Why the Fall King was calling the Hunt, Giomanch was unsure. He had theories, of course. The peace between rulers was a test, all things were tests to the Fall King. Was the Hunt for whether they passed or failed, he could not say. More than that it was not his place to say. The Fall King ruled well and wisely.

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The path between Summer and Fall was a ancient Gate, claimed and kept by Fall. It also had a good buyer of gold, and selection of grocers when you took in the human element on the other side. Both something Falk had taken into account when Aisling first came to him with her trifle problem and reluctance to eat the fae food. Hefting the heavy bags in her arms, Aisling walking along the thin path. Hearing the slight movement of a group coming through the forest. A voice swearing and calling out for them to move fast. Sliding off the path she darted behind a thick tree. Fae were not to be trusted, not even of her own Court. Especially not the Court of others. Stifling her breathing she listened carefully as she watched a group of Fae move swiftly along the path, a Spring-born bound and in tow. Though she could sympathize with his plight, she felt no pity for Fae. The Fair Folk deserved the horrors they visited upon each other. "Everyone, pick up speed! Falk has begun his Hunt, and if he catches us near the Fall Court, or anywhere in fact, these weapons will be useless!" Came the call. Her Lord was beginning to gather his Hunt? She would have to hurry, lest he took her absence unwell. Pulling the cowl of her cloak over the vibrant red hair blessed by her Irish blood. However the movement jeopardized her grip on the bag, avoiding dropping the tin cans caused them to clank seemingly loudly in the tense silence. Hr breathe caught in her through as she pressed against the tree, Fae hearing was sharp. But perhaps they were too much in a hurry to look-? To care-? Hopefully so.

Witch Hunter - Aldergard.

@Conflagration No judgement here! You're post is amazing compared to my work! XD

Witch Hunter - Aldergard.

The bow was warm in Syrris's hands as it rested across her knees. Dark eyes studied the wood grain, looking for imperfection of damage. Her mind, however, was not on the task but racing off towards the fast approaching future. Aldergard intrigued her curiosity, and the desire to hunt. Shifting her seat to better adjust the bow and flip it, she studied her comrades with a quick glance at each. Each had their job, their place. A nice tidy box to be tucked into. There were exceptions to the rule, and each one of those irritated Syrrissia to no end. Reinham she had quartered off with the other older Witch Hunters, polished skill and experience. Useful, in short terms. "Also, if you have any questions, now is the time to ask them." Questions? Life was full of them. Questions would be answered with time. Time, was the answer to all things.

Catching Reynald's glance she held it with her own for a moment in acknowledgement before sweeping it over the others. Each had their benefits and weaknesses. She intended to find them out, and apply to those strengths and avoid the weaknesses when fighting broke out. To know where to lean if things went badly, where the comrades would not break. A thought flickered in her mind. Her own weakness in her shoulder ached from the damp. Pointedly ignoring the urge to rub the muscles to end the taunt soreness, Syrris gave both shoulders a bored roll, covering the motion by drawing out a arrow from her quiver. Not easing completely but allowing her to adjust it. Inspecting the arrow head, she listened for the call from above. Land would be a nice change of pace from the boat. Boats were not her optimal choice of travel. Horse, or foot, would be better.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

And so it begins, keep the CS coming.

Any bets on who posts after me? I'm putting in for Natsu. XD

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Beneath ancient trees clothed in the many colors of fall, a dark figure paused. Removing a almost feline head from his hand, glowing eyes flashed as he whispered upon the wind. The pool before him rippled before showing the Realm of the Fae. He let his chuckle rustle the leaves high above him in his ancient hall. The great trees forming columns along the flag stoned path to his dais. Pools behind the trees flickered and sparked with light from various lesser and greater Fae. The mist that tangled above the pools and among the roots of the great trees emitted from the half-moon falls behind his thone of bones. Along the cliff that formed the falls, two high walls followed the pools and trees down to the entrance. It was far too dark to make out the design on them. Th Fae King saw no need to lighten his halls as of the current moment. His throne was made of ancient bones of great creatures, and covered with the hides of those he had killed in the prolonged years of his reign.

Eyes that were shrouded in darkness studied the pool before him, casting his fell voice upon the wind. "Ready the Hunt." His voice was a dark, velvet purr, as several Fae blinked gleaming eyes before disappearing. Gesturing with two fingers, the pool changed to show the meeting place of the Fae Rulers. The grounds where peace would be born, or more war. He looked bemused at the standing stones of England. How long had it been since they first were place in their ancient resting place? How long had they been channeling the ancient magics, powered by the mortals that once worshiped there? Powering the gate for the Fae, entering the Fae world at their own whim. The peace talks would begin shortly, but he predicted the ever caring of Spring would arrive first, followed by Winter or Summer. Tegvan- or 'Falk' as the Fair Folk referred to him- had already decided to arrive last. Alone. His hunt and hounds would gather and prepare themselves, and there was little need. A predatory smile flickered across his 'fae' features. None dared to attack him, the fact was arrogant but true. His great hall held the proof in the shadows and still pools. In the bones and hides he sat upon. In the falls that thundered behind him. Oh, this little peace talk would amuse him to no end.

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The sun moved easily through thick grey clouds. Rain had either come and gone or was on the way, a dreary and beautiful day. Grey eyes studied the clouds and scattered rays of light piercing them. Her hands moved along a small lap-harp compelling notes from the thin silver strings. A musical instrument she had learned over the years, it had been a stout friend to her. It was sung from a great tree and carved with breathe taking detail, nothing less would do for "She who was born of ashes". The notes sharped in anger, they had forbidden her name, her very lovely name because name had power. Her fair face bared a blank expression of sorrow as she sat upon the park bench. A small escape into the mortal world for a slight time. Her Lord had sought something from this Realm so she was sent to fetch it, to attempt to flee would be futile and it would bring only sorrow.

Many people passed her by staring at her odd form of dress. It was not often you saw a teen wearing a thick Victorian styled dress with a thick cloak of grey. The deep and light blue of the dress making her seem all the more vivid among the more plain colours and manners of dress. Thick red curls hung down her back to her waist, secured away from her face with a grey ribbon. Her gloved hands stroked the harp again as she spell bound several of her fellow humans, luring them with pure words of warning.

"Graps the Iron that they fear,
Hold it high, they wont come near.
Flee the forest and keep away,
Else with the fairy you will stay.

Dance in their circle, twirl about,
Forget the world and your doubts.
Into their realm, into their halls,
You'll never see your own fall."

Strumming one last time she let the applause come and pass on as she started a purely musical piece. No one believed her. No one ever would, but still she tried. Tried to warn them away from the Fae. The other realm of magic and laws more dangerous than any human made weapon. Her own years had long passed by and by now she should be older. How old, she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Her Lord had placed a spell upon her staying her aging, but not her needs. So, she came to the mortal world for his whims and gathered her own food which she took to the Fae realm. To eat Fae food was a risk she had yet to take and she was stubborn enough to avoid at all costs. Even if it meant living off of scraps if her Lord thought her in the wrong.

Standing she wandered from the bench after gathering up her small bag of grocers that would keep. Trees soon surrounded her as she wandered deeper and further from the paths people usually took. The path became broke flagstones, overgrown with weeds and grasses. Standing before a great oak she touched the bark in reverence, a whorl on the tree rippled as her hand slid through it. Taking a step she was among the forest still and on the broken flagstone path but everything was reversed. Much like a mirror. Following the path once more she watched the birds above squawk and joust each other. Ravens, they were always playing, never fearing. It was a crime to kill them as they were favored by the Fall King. To kill a raven meant one would take it's place. Her Lord was just in his own way, if it was justice to trap one in such a form. More than once she had amused the thought of killing such a bird. Perhaps her life would be... better in it's own way. But no- the Fae Lord would know and her hope would be shattered. He was a just Lord, but this justice was not to be taken lightly.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@smarty0114 Your Winter-born and Summer-born worry me a tad. Spring and Winter I could see. But Summer-? That from the extreme on each end of the spectrum. I'll allow it but there will be conflict.