LovelyAnastasia

Samhain Intrigues

*looks around to find there are no more things to hide behind, scampering about like a frantic mouse*

Oh dear oh dear ohdearohdear

*throws arms over top of head*

Anger is just how she deals with things please be gentle!

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Aww what could possibly go wrong~ *looks around at all the dark excitement*

...oh dear...

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@LadyRunic. ... Suddenly I now feel regret that I made such a smole lil angry kitten

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@Belle Gald you aren't her now aren't you? No jealousy now is there XD Can't be jealous of ashes

She reeeeeally doesn't know when to shut up sometimes...

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Bodil Bera

A Theme of The Undone One

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Bodil balked at the girl who was trying to become friends with the hideous beast of a fox man. Certainly she had hit her head! Who so ever would wish to befriend such a revolting creature! The thin dark haired girl, round eyes in a seemingly up breakable glower, looked surprise. Her pale features with their rosy cheeks like an olden picture pursed their lips and grew eyes as large as saucers. Idiot! Do not try to befriend those without hearts or souls! If wishes could turn to curses from these creatures, what could offers of pure friendship do?!

The dark haired firebrand returned to a dour glower. Spring Queen, Falcon King, beast-man, then... A ghoul of a man who turned from wolf-beast to something of a human farce. More beast creatures! Bodil gagged. Hideous, revolting thing that turned her cold inside and out. She averted her eyes, clenching them shut at the grotesque sight. Apparently two beast creatures was too taxing to her... Her childhood fears were real! Hainously real! The pale young woman was waxen, but stubbornly opened her eyes to glower at anything before her.

A creature of smoke and decay, this wraith of a beast-male, but at least he had the common decency to keep his more animalistic features under glamors or whatever magic these nightmares used to hide their true ugliness. Her grandmother had told her many chilling stories of the beast men. Superstitions always had a grain of truth. But this... This was all true. Hideously true. Her own childhood terrors were flesh and blood! Bodil bit back bile that grew in her mouth like acid in rainwater.

This new horror did not transform smoothly as the others had, but bent his own bones to form a humanoid body. Most likely to rise ire and fear in the mortal humans like her and the other captives. She grit her teeth and her pretty petite features twisted in a stubborn snarl. Bodil might hide her shaking and trembling by gripping painfully to her own shackles, but she would not show weakness to these nightmares or their kin! She spit at her feet in the direction of the wolf-beast male just as she had with that grotesque fox-male. Let him know exactly what she thought!

The king-queen of laughter seemed to suddenly focus a type of venom on her. And all due to that bird-brained monarch with the autumn wind voice. "Serve?! Serve you?!" Bodil let out a howl of her own, startling noise from one so sparrowy and delicate looking, "I am not a slave!" She kicked her foot out with a vicious power from such a slender build. "I do not serve beasts or nightmares! Least of all some Falcon King and his beast-men court!"

The Falcon King mocked her and she flushed with either anger or embarrassment. She violently pulled on her own restraints and her ice-colored eyes glared at the fowl King. "No shape would suit you or this court of hideous creatures," she hissed as if casting a curse, "You nightmares hide true hideous nature behind magic, but you can never hide all of your disgusting features, no matter your shape!" Eyes like blades sliced from the fox to the wolf. "Beasts with 'no humanity, who only masquarade as mortals with envy for life they will never have!' " Bodil quote the line from her grandmother and sneered before closing her eyes and tilting her chin up, as if snubbing all of them.

Her grandmother's word echoed in the rafters, even if more than a few humans were confused. But the young woman who had once been of a highly superstitious family, with its own names for these fae, said her last piece. She belong to no one. And this so-called king better know what he was dealing with. Bodil bowed to no one. And certainly not any beast-man nightmare monarch or his snarling underlings! No matter how beautiful a visage these creatures dressed themselves with, Bodil believed them all ugly and writhing with hideousness that couldn't be bared in any fair light. It was why they hid in shadows and other forms. Not even the sun would look on them.

So the cowardly creatures hid behind glamors, like vampires in their coffins or a werewolf in its man-flesh. The Collector might deem her as a possession to this Falcon King, but Bodil was not one to be cowed. When she opened her eyes, her familiar cold cowl of fury masked her fair features. The dollish young woman glared with the wrath of storm brewing behind her pale eyes. The queen-king apparently claimed the well mannered man. So it was all a game between feuding lovers? She was not surprised, but this Falcon should be. For he would find her a most unruly pawn on his chess board. And rebellious pieces could always lead to the loss of any well-practiced game. The King's smile at the queen-king made her flinch, but she covered it with a glower out to one of the frost covered windows.

No one ruled over her. No one would play with her. No one would use her as a pawn.

And no matter how much her white-knuckled hands shook, she was not afraid.

Never afraid, you hear?!

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Bodil will always be the first to try and escape. Do not do as she do.

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Bodil Bera

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Bodil smirked in small victory as the hideous fox-like creature slunk off to torment some other poor soul. With her wrists shackled and bound, much like a few that had attempted escape before, her brown hair, so dark it was almost black, tussled about as the wind picked up. Closing her eyes, she let out a relieved breath as the icy hiss of wind drew its bitter touch over everything. Her pale skin blushed from it's eager bite, her dark lashes became laced with frost and her wide doe-like eyes seemed to become clear. A storm swept away by the wind.

But another human woman threw words like daggers at a leech that had attached itself to her arm. In drastic times, true notes of people shone through. Thinking on it, the thin young woman tugged at the shackles on her wrist, gaze on the gaping maw of the door. So close... So far... Eyes blazed a path up to horrid The Collector. Like something without heat, like the windows to his decrepit palace of sale, he had frosted over. That creature did not even flinch at the inhuman cries of hounds and hooves.

The angry woman cared not for beasts or nightmares or kings or queens. She would not be defeated by this stoney Collector or his milk-willed audience. But as the wind wailed, something in the air changed. Like all the cheer had been drained, a small tornado shifted and stretched in the hall. And it was coming closer, receding in on itself with each spiraling sweep. A form over the height of an average man cloaked itself in shadows and frost. Ah. This was the king they had all talked about.

Well, the Falcon King (for she had misheard his title of 'Falk' and in truth he looked a bit scowly like some such bird; dressed like one too) had graced his nightmare court with an appearance. He looked bored, if anything, not even examining the 'market meat' or even his creepy kin. That queen seemed infatuated with this fowl royal. But the others didn't dare look at him. The humans who trembled with fright all had their eyes on the ground, or anywhere but on His Royal Feathered Dramaticness. Even the high mannered human male, with all his flattery and manners, couldn't look on this Falcon King.

Bodil scoffed and muttered under her breath, "That's it? A whirl of the cape and a glare?" Something of a sneer crossed her face before she looked past the tepid creatures that were claimed to be royalty. Those eyes looked at the window where the frost had etched delicate patterns and her features softened. The love affairs and quarrels of such a revolting court was not of any interest to her, but frost on the window was. Restlessly she tugged on the chain that had her shackled to the beams above.

That lurking pest of a beast-man broke her gaze by slinking about and she scowled as if she had caught sight of a disgusting display. The beast-man showed off, rounding up some poor man who had bravely attempted escape before tossing him into a pile with that weeping leech. The group that had the well-mannered man in it too. Suspicious, Bodil's eyes gleamed sharply.

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Ah is it my turn then~

Edit: Done and done~~~

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@Belle Think I might kill him off at some point....

*Holds up hand to ear and listens for the denial*

@LadyRunic

LE GASP

I shall protest enough for three people!



I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIS CHARACTER YET!!! *wails*

WHERE IS THE DOWN POINT THUMB BUTTON *weeps*

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Oh man this is gettin good, some interestin guy just rolled up in here



Falk... the Falcon guy shall be his nickname, since he comes in with the gusty wind and has such an angular disposition