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 a sunrise within the forest, tag: skoll
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 Posted: Aug 3 2017, 10:57 AM
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1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
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Puffs of cold breath departed from the mouth of the lithe fae, slipping through his lips in little white clouds before disappearing into the air. He traveled through the forest, a silent creature amongst the gentle dawn. The beckoning chill of the morning, not an unwelcome feeling as he greeted it with quiet and subdued pleasure.
The morning was a time that yielded peace, tranquility to any manner of creature. It was the waking hours, where nothing stirred, the stillness a priceless treasure to those that sought to clear their mind.

Cloak drawn close to ward off the cold, petals idly fluttered down around his pale face as beautiful flowers twined around the delicate horns that sprung from his head. The wee hours of dawn were just breaking across the horizon, the forest only catching some of the light through the trees. Such light was what guided the poppy fae now, as he treaded quietly through the foliage.

The Darling Demon had been asleep for some time. Had it been a month? The Court had surely missed him in that time, but he was well aware that there had been no fighting during this past month. If there had been, he would have surely been awakened to charge into battle. Yet peace had become an unsteady figure in this never ending war. It was temporary, he knew this for a fact, but it was a welcome relief indeed.

The mortal world could offer such beautiful sights. Bountiful, colorful meadows and emerald green forests. Luscious landscapes and tropical worlds. Such variety, one could become lost and never wish to wander out. The Seelie lands held magnificent sights as well, and he believed nothing could compare to the tranquility of his meadows, but this should do for now.
Farren felt at ease, traveling through here. Now, he wasn't cocky, nor overconfident, but the fae did hold his abilities to a high esteem. Glamour, the strongest of the two fae Courts, he surely did not fear whatever waited for him behind a tree or hidden away. If there was any, the flower fae was not known to be particularly wary.

Softly, a sleepy hum broke from his lips as he made his way through the forest. A gentle lullaby of the flower fae, a song that gently reminded him of childhood and simple times. The sun had just broken the horizon by now, filling the darkened world with gentle light. A peaceful smile appeared upon his expression, as he breathed in slowly, welcoming the cool air into his lungs. It had been awhile since he had been awake during a sunrise.

Notes: such peace~ // Tag: SKOLL // Words: 438
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 Posted: Aug 7 2017, 02:55 AM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


Birdsong cut through that tranquil morning as they joined in with a creature's lullaby. The music echoed into the dark, hollow recesses of a rock formation in which a large, wood brown wolf slumbered. It's ear twitched once, twice, and, despite it's fondness of music, felt a tangle of frustration clouding his mind. Then hunger. It gnawed, as it did every morning, at his core. The mornings, for Skoll, were never serene.

From the maw of the cave a wolf had slipped into the night previous, a man emerged. His dark eyes squinted in the growing morning light and he drew his furs closer to protect from the damp cold left in the air. It would do nothing for his feet, though. The silky grass crushed beneath his step was peppered with chilly dew. His brought his nose into the air and sniffed. It was fresh, mossy air, but something was coming. It didn't smelled sinister and was actually quite pleasant. Something earthy, nearly floral, but not quite. Skoll's eye then caught movement and his body tensed, the relaxed upon realizing it was too slow to be a instant threat. A place to watch from was what he needed to become the threat, instead of the threatened. A wolf slinked up the side of the rock a man had just emerged from, a man that was the wolf, and it flattened itself down to observe.

As the lithe fae crossed Skoll's field of vision, he didn't miss a detail. It was tall and uncommonly beautiful, something Skoll would consider for a bed mate, were he not so hungry. He'd always preferred the more fair creatures and for a moment he mourned that he would not know what pleasure looked like on those subtle features. When the creature was several meters to the right, Skoll followed, silence despite his size. He knew to keep low, quiet, when hunting prey. This seemed too easy. If Skoll had come upon this creature at any other time of day, he might question it all. The creature was easy to track, the petals laying out a map of where he'd been, not to mention the singing, which led him easily to his prey when it was out of sight and obscured any noise Skoll may make. Too easy. Now, though, that only pleased him. He could be full by sunrise and spend the rest of his day basking in the sun atop his rocks.

He reeled back, his maw to the forest floor, then launched himself forward, towards his target, his jaw ready to snap at his prey's neck for a quick death. Beauty such as this didn't deserve to suffer.

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 Posted: Aug 11 2017, 07:39 AM
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1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
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Twirled between his fingers, a single poppy flower plucked from his hair. The same song parted from his lips, never wavering as he wandered through the cool morning. He wasn't quite sure where exactly he was going, but a little walk never hurt him. It was nice to stretch his long limbs every once and awhile. Summer caused him the most aches and pains, when he did not use his legs very often.

When the birdsong joined in, the wonderful chorus of such delicate creatures, a smile tugged at his lips. He'd always liked birds - gently little beings who only wished to sing. The mortal world held such wondrous creatures of it's own.

Perhaps he shall stumble upon a meadow? That would be a beautiful sight, a field of beautiful wild flowers to lay and watch the sun creep into the sky. From there, he could grow patches of his babies, where they could live on in the mortal world for the rest of their lives. Rooted into the landscape, intertwined as red mingled with the many other colors.
He could nap for an hour, or two, or maybe another week if he so wished. The courts could miss him for a little longer. If they so needed him, why not just send a fae to find him?

Now that he was alone, Farren released a bit of his glamour, to give that a bit of a stretch too. It was so tiring to hold it in all the time. Such an effort took concentration, when he really just wanted his mind to be free and wandering.
With his hold on the glamour lessened, the Darling Demon was able to allow himself to take notice of the things around him. The joyful birdsong, the sun shining through the leaves, the crisp morning air, the eyes he felt watching him....

A smile pulled at his lips, as he kept his light blue gaze turned forward. A creature was surely following him, tailing him silently. Farren may be oblivious at times, a little airheaded, but he was no fool. The eyes he felt were like a steadily heating kettle, ready to burst and overflow with burning, hot water any minute.
Even so, no anxiety rushed through him. The flower fae could perfectly handle himself, and when he heard the first crunch of leaves, a snap of a twig, as the creature hurled itself from it's hiding place, did he turn to meet them calmly.

A beast, a giant wolf launched itself at him, and Farren merely sleepily smiled in greeting, wielding his glamour. Ah, so it was a hungry creature? He pulled a wave of it taut, gathering not all, but a good sum of his power. All at once, he sent it to smack the wolf right in the face, as he simply stepped off to the side.
Once the wolf was subdued, the lithe fae looked down at it, with a tilt of his head. A greeting played upon his lips, the song that he had hummed had long died out.

"Hello, little wolf." A yawn pushed past his lips, while he withdrew only a little bit of his glamour. Farren did not wish to put the creature to sleep, not unless it posed a bigger threat. "I apologize, I cannot allow you to eat me."

Notes: why hello there // Tag: SKOLL // Words: 556
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 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 11:19 AM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What?

At this time, Skoll was suppose to have the taste of blood on his tongue, he was supposed to have snapped the creature's neck to keep it from screaming, he was supposed to have a meal. Instead, he lay on the ground, dazed. He hardly remembered falling. Just, for a moment, there was nothing. It was like he had been suspended in air. All those tangles of hunger and anger and desperation were gone for those fleeting moments and he was left with nothing but serenity. He missed those moments already.

The wolf blinked it's eyes, clearing the blur away, refocusing. In front of him, a beetle scuttled across the ground. It was inky black, a hard, shiny shell protecting it. He remembered his own shell then, his protection from the world, his anger. The wolf growled as the glamour was pulled back, the gnawing hunger presenting itself with full force, stronger now after a moment of brief alleviation. He shook his head and snapped out towards the creature, not to bite, but to scare, then scurried back and away. His eyes were sharp and wild, staring at the fae. It had said something, yet he couldn't recall exactly what it had been. He felt his mind cloud over with a storm again and he shook it, as if he could shake it free and send it flying away. It was no use. It was there, ever present.

Back against the tree, he shifted to his bipedal form. Instead of a wolf, a stout, muscular man stood there, his brunette hair hanging around his face, which was maimed with scars, an unkempt beard adorned his jaw. He wore a furs about his shoulders, warming him and giving a more imposing silhouette. Skoll's chest, bare of clothes, but plenty furry in it's own right, heaved. His brow furrowed.

“What are you?” He growled. He did not care who, but what. A creature with this much strength was one to be feared and allied with, or in the very least avoided. It soon dawned on him, realization even coming to those narrowed eyes with a wide brightness, that if he could not eat this creature, he could bed it. It is what he thought of before, just on the heels of consumption. He drew in a deep breath and held himself straighter, running a hand through his hair to pull it from his face. The scars that had once ruined his face were gone and his beard looked like it had been in the very least brushed. It took very little magic to make small changes like that. It was subtle, but nonetheless created a more charming appearance.

Skoll looked to the creature with a calm coolness now, despite the primal storm in him, and waited for a response with a slightly cocked eyebrow.

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 Posted: Aug 20 2017, 10:28 PM
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1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
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Soft blue eyes watched the beast upon the ground, as he laid there prone and still. For a moment, a flicker of gentle worry ran through him, that he had accidentally knocked him unconscious. If he had, he would sleep for some time, if Farren did not rouse him.
Often times it was hard to measure how much his glamour would affect someone, especially creatures of the mortal world. Glamour was a tricky thing, a weapon to be used, yet he did not wish to weield it as such. Regarding the little wolf laying upon the ground, his expression did not betray much emotion. Perhaps the poppy fae had accidentally sent him too much?

If that was the case, Farren would definitely wake him up. It would be awfully rude if he left him to sleep for many, many years. Even if it would help, and rejuvenate him, some creatures just weren't made to rest for so long.

The flower fae hardly flinched as the beast scrambled back, a neutral look upon his fair countenance as he watched the beast with his wild, feral eyes. It was not a surprise, as the wolf was just trying to attack him, not too long ago.
It did come as a slight surprise, when the beast shifted into a man. A shorter figure, a rough creature, still bulky and quite rugged looking. Long locks of dark brown hair, nearly mangy, hung around his face marred with years, upon years of scarring. Even so, the fair poppy fae did not wrinkle his nose in disgust, nor did he turn his gaze away. He merely watched him.

"I am Farren ab Cathal, King-In-Waiting of the Seelie Inner Court." The flower fae's voice came out hardly above a murmur, yet his voice seemed to carry over to the man clearly. He gave a small bow, a slender hand pressing to his heart politely. "I am a poppy fae. What are you?" Farren rose up then, an eyebrow raising as he regarded the now...groomed looking man, his expression much more calmer than before. The scars were gone, the skin upon his face now smoothed over.

What a curious thing.

Notes: what a handsome pupper // Tag: SKOLL // Words: 362
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