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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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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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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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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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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.

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 Posted: Aug 24 2017, 02:56 AM
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Skoll sucked in a deep breath. My, my, how lucky his was. Not only was this creature a fae, the likes of which he'd never met before, but he was none other than the King-In-Waiting. With all the creature's beauty, grace and power, Skoll couldn't even muster up mock surprise. Being in the presence of royalty did not concern him, for he worked under a King of Nightmares. Still, he did not hold even a flicker of a flame up to Farren when it came to royal countenance. He towered over Skoll, but still managed not to over power, instead he looked down at him like a benevolent god, just his presence creating an aura of calm. Farren moved with slow elegance, like nothing in the world could ever make him rush, like his mind was working on how each movement should be, how to form his mouth to create each syllable that fell so fluidly out of his mouth. Skoll felt captivated. He wasn't focusing on anything else, not the noises in the forest, not the movement of birds and squirrels. Farren had his attention, nothing else, and that was an amazing feat.

“Sköll, second son of the Great Fenris Wolf, Fenrir, third child of the God Loki and the giantess Angrboða.” Skoll answered with confidence. But, he was not so confident in that title. In the end, he didn't really know who he was. All he knew was his name, which connected him to his heritage, and not even of that he was completely sure. Still, he spoke with the utmost confidence. “More commonly today known as The Big Bad Wolf, ally to the Nightmare King,” he flashed a quick smile. He was mocking Farren's long introduction, that much was becoming obvious with the cocky expression on his face. “But, you can just call me Skoll.”

Skoll sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He tried to pass off his unwavering attention on Farren as a primal, hungry look over. His eyes wandered over all of Farren's lithe form.

“I can't say I've ever met a fae. I've heard of Seelie and Unseelie, but was never graced with their presence.” It was hard to tell if Skoll's words were still teasing or genuine. Many people he spoke with would become annoyed with how difficult he was to speak to and, when they were just about to snap, he'd ease up and say something to obviously genuine that they would question themselves. It was quite easy to manipulate a person, to wrap them around his finger. He didn't even need to know much about them.

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 Posted: Aug 25 2017, 08:06 AM
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There were moments, it would seem, as if Farren was indeed caught between a state of consciousness and drifting away into the land of sleep. His fair eyes, a gentle, cloudy color would blink far too languidly, a soft yawn parting from his lips every once and awhile. Even a sway of his feet would follow, the lithe creature seemingly unsteady, yet also rooted into place like a thousand-year-old willow tree.
Despite this absent-mindedness, apparent within the way his gaze lazily studied the rugged man, it did not stray from his form. Suspicion, one might expect such an emotion to appear when meeting a stranger within the woods - but Farren did not show any sign of this.

The poppy fae was plenty glad when the creature sprang back to life, and such relief was shown upon his features with a muted expression.
Distrustfulness shifted to intrigue, as his introduction was shared, and the flower fae could find himself feeling an inkling of curiosity as regarding this mysterious man.

Sköll. That was his name. The names of his family, he had surely....listened in on mentions of them before? Farren tried to pull from his knowledge, but the same lethargic block clouded anything of recent, or long term memory if he did know. However, he was quite sure that Skoll hailed from Norse mythology.
The same gentle, ever so friendly and kind smile pulling at his pale lips, he dipped into another short bow as the rest of his title was announced.
Not a flicker of surprise nor fear ran across his features, as he heard of his allegiance within the mortal world war. The Nightmare King, oh yes he had....heard of him - 'heard' being a rather loose term to use, as he hadn't been paying much attention anyways.

But no matter what side he was on in the first place, Farren did not mind. He held no part within that war, preferring to focus his attention upon the one that most affected him - the Fae War.
"It is lovely to meet you, Skoll." And he smiled, a warm and welcoming look as his glamour stretched towards him. Delicate waves of peacefulness and tranquility, not quite inducing sleep, but aiming to relax the tired bones of the body.
If he even took notice of the carnal look the shorter man was giving him, he paid no mind to it. Or perhaps he just wasn't paying attention.

"I am delighted to be the first to make your acquaintance upon behalf of the Seelie." He perceived Skoll's words as purely genuine, merely a friendly stranger, and drowsy delight lit up his features.
The words parted as a gentle murmur from his lips, as he stepped forward a bit more. From the touch of his bare feet upon the ground, bundles of brilliantly red poppies began to grow in patches around him. "I, myself, cannot say I have met a werewolf before."

Notes: nice to meet u // Tag: SKOLL // Words: 490
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 Posted: Aug 28 2017, 05:14 PM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Though Skoll was attempting to be charming, and being quite successful, actually, if you were into that sort of thing, his eyes were still sharp. They were focused on Farren, he didn't miss a detail. His eyes flicked over the tall fae, watching his sway, the way his pale pink lips parted, his brilliant blue sleepy eyes, his delicate face framed so perfectly with gentle curls, finding not a single imperfection. It seemed impossible that a creature such as this would exist, but it stood before him, half awake and thoroughly pleasant. Skoll's own body was relaxed as he leaned back into the tree, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest. His eyes softened and took a moment to not look at Farren with scrutinizing glances, but with a full appreciating sweep of his body. His eyes landed on the fae's face and he felt the way Farren's smile made his stomach waver. Skoll wanted him. More than anything he had felt in recent years, he wanted this man.

Sure, sometimes Skoll enjoyed the chase of someone, but only if they were coy. If someone seemed to show very little interest in him, he got bored quickly. He could feel that this wouldn't be the case. If this man didn't want Skoll, Skoll was fully prepared to make the beauty want the beast as much as the beast wanted the beauty.

It was lovely to meet him? That was a rare statement. Then again, many people wouldn't be able to get that full sentence out with Skoll. His desires often clouded and he was unable to hold himself back long enough to have such conversations. In the presence of Farren, though, he felt a calm. He didn't feel the need to be so...aggressive in his approach. He took a deep breath and felt... tranquil. It was the type of calm that came only after fulfilling his own desires and yet here it was, even as his desire for the fae mounted.

As Farren approached, Skoll felt the knee jerk reaction to back away, as he often would when on the defence. With the glamour taking over, however, he just stood against the tree, watching him with smile playing over his lips. He glanced down to Farren's feet, watching the poppies spring up. It was mystical and fascinating to watch. He took a few moments to enjoy it, feeling unreasonably drowsy despite having just woken up. Skoll looked back up at Farren then.

“And you have yet to meet one,” Skoll tried to hold back to growl in his throat, but it escaped just on the tail of that sentence. That wasn't particularly charming. “What I meant to say,” he smiled, regaining himself, “Is that I'm not a werewolf, just a wolf who knows a little magic. I'm sure you've met a wolf before?”

475 words for Farren Cathal, dat glamour tho ?

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 Posted: Aug 31 2017, 10:38 AM
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Within the background, light, beautiful birdsong brought quiet life to the waking forest around them as light filtered in through the trees.
The meeting, although one of tense beginnings, was gradually softening out to one of two complete strangers, fueled by simple, innocent curiosity. Although, perhaps innocent could not be applied to one part of the duo, but the poppy fae did not seem to mind the scrutinizing gaze the sturdy man cast over him.

Or perhaps, the way his eyes softened suddenly. A subtle shift within his expression. The dark brown not so rough anymore, but warmer, something more dwelled within those depths.

This was all lost within the languid thought process of the King in Waiting, as he regarded the sturdy man before him. He was quickly becoming a point of interest, something Farren could focus his ever absentminded attention span on. He could stand to be awake for just a little longer, if only to capture this man's company, and conversation.
A little voice whispered in the back of his mind - or perhaps, that was just one of his poppy's speaking to him, while perched upon the crown of his head. A new partner to share your bed, to rest beside you and relax. The quiet voice murmured gently, drowsily eager as it urged Farren on. Now he really did know that it was one of his baby's speaking to him.

Silently hushing the little red flower, he was swift to turn his attention back to the conversation before a glaze could settle over his eyes. Here he was, with his steady approach, the poppies springing around his feet as they quietly bloomed into the world. A soft smile directed towards the not-werewolf, as he stepped forward. The animalistic rumble from within Skoll's throat hardly disturbed him, only a slight tilt of his head following, his expression as mild as ever.
Oh dear, had he said something wrong? No such worry shone upon his features, but he did feel a little flicker of....something within his heart. But that unknown feeling was quickly amended, as Skoll smiled, leading on with what he actually meant to say.

A wolf who knows a little magic. There was hardly a shift upon his calm, yet cordial, features.
"I see." His soft voice drifted out, with a slight nod of his head, a few fair curls shifting about within his locks of hair.
There came his next words, surely Farren had met a wolf before? Shaking his head once, the poppy fae tucked his slender hands behind himself as his gaze met Skoll's.
"I have never held a conversation with a wolf either," A quiet yawn broke through his sentence, his lips parting open to reveal his pearly whites for just a moment. The flower fae politely covered his mouth with his hand, obstructing the view from Skoll so as not to appear rude. "So this is a special occasion indeed."

A pause quieted the flower prince, his glamour rolling off of him like gentle rocking waves of the ocean. From his lips came a sleepy sigh, as his soft blue gaze refocused upon Skoll once more.
"Did I happen to interrupt your hunt?" Recalling the fact that Skoll had just lunged at him with the intent, most likely, to kill and consume him, yet there wasn't a trace of fear within his voice or expression. Merely simple, sleepy curiosity.

Notes: did u want to eat me // Tag: SKOLL // Words: 568
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 Posted: Sep 4 2017, 02:51 AM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

As the light filtered through the forest behind Farren, a halo appeared softly around his fair hair and Skoll felt his breath catch in his throat. The sun was rising on a forest, a daily, natural beauty in the world, and yet Skoll couldn't bring himself to watch it. Seeing Farren approach him was better than watching a million sunrises. When he spoke, his voice was more melodious to his ears than any song Skoll had ever heard. Nothing in the world was more important than this meeting. Any hunger than gnawed at him was of very little concern and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and talk with this fae forever.

Skoll was completely unaware of the glamour being used on him. It was so subtle, the quiet, that it took him awhile to realize it was even there. The swirling storm in his head was an clear as the skies in the prince's eyes, both of which Skoll found himself lost in. The arms across his chest loosened, looking less on guard and instead resting. His breathing was even and he felt no trace of anger, or fear, or hunger. It was all gone. This feeling was absolutely intoxicating. Farren was absolutely intoxicating, and he wanted to become addicted to him.

As Farren politely covered his mouth, Skoll couldn't help but be charmed by the movement. It was rare that others would care so much how they appeared to Skoll. They usually just assumed he didn't care about being them being polite or cordial, which he didn't, but it was charming that someone would automatically act like it did matter. It felt as if Farren was treating him with respect, some thing Skoll could return in favour.

“Most wolves don't speak, so I'm not surprised,” Skoll joked and gave Farren a confident smile. “Unless, of course, you can speak with animals. That wouldn't surprise me either.”

Skoll raised his eyebrows at the mention of his hunt and let out an embarrassed laugh, looking down at the poppies. It was rather boyish of him, but he was already comfortable enough with Farren.

“Well, it seems my prey was a little stronger than he seemed,” he tried to answer with a joke, to hide his embarrassment. It didn't feel good to admit defeat to Farren's power but, he peeked up at that monotone expression and already knew the fae wouldn't think him weak because of it.

408 words for Farren Cathal, boys be crushin' ?
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 Posted: Sep 4 2017, 10:10 AM
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The forest was nearly fully awake, as life bloomed around them. Creatures of the forest chattered and called to one another. Squirrels raced through the trees and the occasional bird would take flight from a branch. Everything was at peace, as those that breathed and sang their morning song welcomed the new day cheerfully. The flower prince remained idle, his smile ever languid and his soft blue eyes focused upon his new company.
He was proving quite interesting indeed. Farren's glamour, which he kept releasing to him with steady waves of peace, was affecting him just fine. The warg's expression smoothed and his muscles and joints relaxed. It was quite visible even from where he stood.

The idle conversation was intriguing enough, with his comment about wolves usually not speaking drawing a humored smile from the taller fae.

"I'm afraid I do not possess the ability to speak with animals." Farren yawned, drawling gently, a delicate sounding tone as he promptly covered his mouth once more for a fleeting moment. "But I am sure I would find holding conversations with them entertaining enough, if they spoke the common tongue."

The conversation led on, and the poppy fae followed his gaze as he slowly looked down at the flowers blooming at the lithe creature's feet. Was he perturbed by the sight? It did not look like he was, unless Farren wasn't paying much attention at all. It was hard to tell, sometimes.
"I do give off the appearance of a fragile flower, do I not?" His words were spoken gently, as if he was gently sighing. Not at all offended by the notion implied that he appeared much weaker than his powers were, he merely breezed past it. "But I am sure you are able to take down much stronger game than I, I do not doubt that."

Suddenly, the poppy fae began to take a few more steps forward. Each movement was quiet, the dirt and undergrowth beneath his feet rendering his footsteps virtually quiet. His eyes remained upon the warg, a gentle look as the soft blue's studied him curiously. Farren scarcely blinked within those few moments.
It wasn't until he was merely two feet from him, when he offered out his hand. His palm up, the milky white was nearly a translucent color as he held it out.
"Would you like to come sit with me?" Farren murmured, the offer gently parting from his lips as his hand remained out. A slight tilt of his head followed, his blue eyes blinking a few times as they connected with Skoll's brown eyes. "We could talk, and lounge, some more, if you would like."

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 Posted: Sep 4 2017, 04:32 PM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The bright swelling of pride overcame Skoll has Farren smiled at what he'd said. It was a beautiful smile. He wanted to see it grace that fair face more than it did and that became a personal mission. He had to see that smile as often as he could pull it from the prince.

Speaking with wolves was much more interesting than just spoken language. It was about body language. Being a wolf was about reading how the other moved and letting that speak all for itself. Language, to Skoll, just made everything far more complex. Still, with complexity became nuisances that one could manipulate, so he could hardly complain about that. It was much harder to manipulate a wolf than a human. The best one could do with a wolf is prove that he is strong and better, at which point the wolf will place his tail between his legs and bow. That is what happened with wolves when Skoll spoke with them, anyway. A conversation with a wolf is something that Skoll doubted would be entertaining, they weren't really smart enough. He didn't say any of this, though. These were just idle thoughts that swam through the sleepy haze in his mind.

When Farren spoke again, Skoll's eyes flickered up. More pride flashed over him as Farren commented on Skoll's hunting ability. If there was one way to get to the warg's heart, it was with compliments like those. There was a foreign movement in his chest and he furrowed his brow very gently. That was strange. He took a deep breath and tried to shake away the sleep. It was possible that the movement had to do with Farren's power, and that's what he would pass that off as. He'd much rather let the pride wash over him, standing up a little straighter. Yes, he probably could take down a beast larger and stronger than Farren. Thank you. Still, the prince was powerful, and Skoll known he wouldn't be able to take him down. Really, he didn't want to take Farren down as prey, he'd much rather speak with him, be near him. He couldn't snuff out such a pleasant presence.

As Farren approached, Skoll knew he should step away, or put up a defense. This could very well be a trick to kill him. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was a trapped animal. In the back of his mind, there was a voice screaming, but it was muffled through the languid daze, the fog that had settled over his mind. And, as Skoll reached out, placing his square, calloused hand into Farren's own delicately elegant hand, that fog seemed to clear with a gust of wind, blowing the voice away as well. His mind was a calm meadow, a gently breeze, and clear skies for miles. His hand gripped as he was taken by they sudden feeling, his breath catching in his throat. It was slight. He took a deep breath and trailed his eyes from their hands, up Farren's arm, shoulder, and neck, and finally resting on his eyes. Skoll smiled.

The pain of hunger was far behind, the need to survive just a speck on the horizon in his inner meadow. He could spend some time relaxing. Skoll didn't feel the anxious feeling of having to move or to do something.

He nodded slowly.

"I would love to," Skoll responded softly.

Hand in hand, the unlikely companions moved through the forest to look for a place to sit. It was mostly quiet, save the songs of the birds around them. Skoll found himself smiling as he watched a small brown bird chirping loudly on a branch above. His eyes were seeing the forest in a new way. The sun wasn't an annoyance to his ability to move unseen, but instead it was warm on his skin, it's rays painting unique patterns on the ground with the leaves. The birds weren't disruptive to his sense of hearing, but just pleasant. After all, Skoll did enjoy music quiet a bit. It seemed impossible to him that he could hear their song and think it just an annoyance. It was serene.

Skoll spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over their languid pacing through the forest. "I have not read much on the Seelie. They play a very little role in our war, so there wasn't much reason to look into them. But, maybe you could tell me a little?" He suggested, looking up at Farren with a gentle smile.

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 Posted: Sep 4 2017, 09:09 PM
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1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
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A haze occupied his mind, a cloudy thing that he caused him to lose focus quite easily. His gaze, soft and murky enough to conceal any emotion beneath. Only simple cordiality splayed across his features; a quiet, and nearly shy, warm and welcoming look as he addressed the stranger.
Although, he wasn't so much a stranger anymore. He knew his name, and the figures that made up his family. Skoll was a wolf, that knew a little bit of magic. But, Farren knew that he wanted to know more than what he was already given.

There was something about him that made the lithe fae want to stay awake, just for a bit longer. Perhaps it was to persuade the wolf to sleep beside him, or to learn more interesting information about him. This was definitely a creature the poppy could tell Mother about, perhaps she should be entertained as well?
As he accepted the offer of his hand, Farren's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. There was a bit of tenseness, that had appeared, what if he had slapped his hand away? But such worries were very far off by now, and the flower fae curled his slender fingers over the wolf's much more stockier hand.

What an odd feeling - why did his hand seem to fit so well within his own?

"Good." Farren's voice drifted out quietly, and he squeezed his hand ever so slightly. Turning in the direction he wished to head, the unique duo set out quietly. The only background noise being the lilting birdsong and the gentle crunch of the undergrowth under foot.
It was a delicate thing, this silence held between the two. It was not uncomfortable, nor stifling. Instead, it was relaxed and filled with ease. Hardly noticing that he was still holding the hand of the wolf - not like he would have minded anyways - the two carried on their way with their leisurely walk.

Only then, when the wolf broke the silence, did the poppy turn his head to look down at him. He was curious about the Seelie? A pale eyebrow raised ever so slightly, the only subtle shift within his neutral expression.
"The Seelie are fae, although that would be common knowledge. We are ah-....'light' fae, as opposed to the dark. The Unseelie being our opposites, and rivals. Although it would be foolish to believe all Seelie are pure, and all Unseelie as evil beings." Words drew from his lips with a steady murmur, his gaze shifitng forward once more to watch where they were going. He had spied a little nook not too far away, with trees grown to form a little hollow, if he would agree to rest there. "We have a court system, just as they do too, and our history spans over thousands of years."

Finally, they had arrived at the little nook between the trees, a comfortable bed of moss and grass spreading out beneath the practically ancient looking trees. Farren stilled, his hand still holding Skoll's as he looked down at him.
"Would it be alright if we rest here?" He asked lightly, glamour gently greeting him with waves upon waves of peace and tranquility.

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 Posted: Sep 4 2017, 09:59 PM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

As Farren spoke, he looked to their feet. The way the green was crushed softly under the fae's, but so noisily beneath his own. His boots looked so intrusive in the forest and it actually bothered him. He felt too dressed. If he was just barefoot, his skin would morph around the plants and sticks instead of stomping and crushing. He'd never realized just how subtly destructive it all was.

“If all Seelie are not pure, and all Unseelie not evil, what is the difference between the two?” Skoll asked curiously. “How would one tell the difference between Seelie and Unseelie?”

Even though Farren was paying little attention to their hands, holding onto one another, Skoll was very aware. He was hoping Farren wouldn't let go. He hadn't held someone's hand in years, he'd not let himself just casually hold someone's hand. This felt safe to him, though. It didn't feel like it would hurt him. He didn't have to close off from Farren and he felt more... genuine than he had felt in such a long time. Not since Piper had he even had a flash of this. They did have similarities, this prince and his human lover. Farren was tall, though taller than Piper had been, and he was fair like Piper had been as well. The red of the poppies reminded Skoll so much of his old lovers wardrobe. He had always liked the colour red. This fae was nothing like Piper, though. Farren was leagues more beautiful, where Piper had been handsome. He'd always had an attitude and independence to him, too. He never let Skoll get to him, not matter how much Skoll had tried. He'd done all he could to manipulate Piper into loving him the way Skoll wanted to be loved, but Piper had chosen his own way of doing that. It hadn't been enough, though. Skoll doubted than any amount of love someone had for him would ever be enough.

Usually, these thoughts, especially thinking back on Piper, would send Skoll into a rage. He tried to avoid them. Now, though, he inspected them with curiosity and tried to dissect the way it made him feel. He was lonely, he felt unloved, and abandoned, and regretting how he'd been with Piper, but he knew he deserved every single one of those feelings. Skoll even used them to fuel himself. It was a way to be angry, a way to propel himself forward in life. He didn't want to think of those feelings, so he did anything that numbed them out. Fleeting bedmates, hunting, missions with anti-guardians, those were all things that blotted it out. With Farren, though, he let them be felt in a place that felt safe and secure, and they somehow just washed over him and left as quickly as they had come. They didn't cling to him. He didn't have to run around, bucking them off like a wild stallion would to a human, instead they just slid away.

Skoll was pulled from his drifting thoughts at the suggestion of sitting. He didn't recall getting to the clearing and briefly worried about not being able to find his way back to the cave. However, just at the heels of that was a wave of glamour, and he relaxed.

“Yes, of course,” he muttered in response to Farren.

He would find his cave when he needed to. For now, he sat down on the plush moss, his hand still holding onto Farren's. He looked up, his head titled all the way back to look up into Farren's angelic face. His hand gave a small tug, leading the fae to sit.

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 Posted: Sep 5 2017, 08:30 AM
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1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
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A soft smile appeared upon his lips, mostly in response from Skoll's reply. He looked down at the shorter wolf with a slight cock of his head, amusement barely shining through his languid gaze. It was almost as if he was fighting to stay awake, even as they walked leisurely through the waking forest.
"I could say that to tell the difference, it could be seen as all Seelie loathe the Unseelie, and all Unseelie despise the Seelie, but that is not quite true." He drew in a long breath from the slew of whispered words that parted from his pale lips. A little amused look crinkled his fair brows, ever so slightly, before he continued on.

"Seelie represent the ah-.....good things. A fire fae of the Seelie could embody the warm flame of a hearth, while the Unseelie counterpart could embody that of a wild fire." A gentle sigh left him, as he absentmindedly squeezed his hand. Sometimes, it gave him a bit of a headache to speak about the intricacies that made up the fae. But this time - if only for Skoll - he supposed he didn't really mind.

There was a moment when silence fell between them. In that quiet time, his thoughts drifted aimlessly. He thought about his meadow back home, and his comfy bed that was practically waiting for him with it's fluffy pillows and warm blankets. He banished whatever thought he had of bringing this new company back with him, it surely was not the time for that. Perhaps later on, if they met once more.

Within this resting moment, his drowsy eyes had glazed over with subtle sleep. He did not even realize he had slipped so far back into his tranquil mind, until the wolf was gently tugging upon his hand, with a soft, muttered response to the words Farren had spoken not a moment before.
The flower prince smoothly moved to the ground as graceful as he could manage, his long limbs stretching out as he sat. A sigh parted from him, the relief of stretching out a welcome one, indeed.
Instead of sitting beside him normally, like one might expect of strangers getting to know one another - he placed himself down so that his back was to him, until he promptly laid back. Resting his head upon Skoll's lap casually, the poppy fae smiled dreamily up at Skoll, as he tucked his hands neatly upon his own his bare stomach.

"It has been awhile since I've been awake for a sunrise, and the early morning hours." Farren's soft voice drifted out from his lips, his gaze shifting to look up at the patches of sunlight exposed from between pale green leaf covered branches.
Sun beams shone down through such spaces, and his gaze lazily moved along to study each ray of golden sun. Until his drowsy eyes flickered back to look up at Skoll's face, seemingly studying the warg. "What a beautiful sight."

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