The Adventures of Ash Continued

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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... *The little creature sat on the gnarled twig where the Hedge spilled out. The passage was short to the glade where thus two kidnapped creatures was mm kidnapped and kidnapped, they followed freely yeah they did. But that was always so with thus that got "spirited away" they followed out of curiosity or simply by heart. Well of course there was this time when such as Púck snatched people, put the in a bag and ermm Púck.. Tiril hissed, he was so going to get it for what he had tricked Maedb to think about Tiril.

From the castle garden that glow of a star sort of was still shining bright like a lead star actually. Tiril would fly up a few meters and glance to it. Noticed then someone or something. It..it was something seated near a tree, a quick glance to the opening of the glade and back to person seated leaning against that tree. Tiril liked the lips and sharp teeth, flesh fresh from mmm ha, non other around. No Cobweb, no Moth or Darkle or Ani.. me first, I found my flesh.. Tiril could be such a egocentric this days.. ermm everyday. Oki just a little peek, a new glace at the Hedge opening.. bah just a moment.. Tiril thought and darted through the air to that tree where this creature sat leaning at. Tiril landed up on a brance the colourful energy that twisted and turned, with floating colours on its back seem to vanish from the view and Tiril glanced down being just above*

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§åvîõr
Broken And Shattered The Soul Still Remains
The Veil Of Happiness Tattered And Frayed
My Heart Given Fully To One Who Betrayed
Has Left Me With Nothing
I Cannot Be Saved

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... It wasn't so much a touch of the mind, it was the scent of difference that causes him to look up and reguard you with unfeeling impassive eyes, he simply looks at the tiny creature waiting, he wanted no trouble here, but he wouldn't back down from it


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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== Glade in The Hedge ==--
~ Is in one of many Glades in The Hedge ~

: says to ALL:.... Time behaved strangely here. Eternally twilight, he could not guess its passage by the path of the sun or even the moon for both were elusive as though trapped in the trees. And yet it was always bright enough for him to see perfectly well and it was dark enough when he had laid down to sleep without ever having changed that he could tell. He had perhaps expected whom ever had wished he and Aspen to be dragged into faerie to come fetch them from the glade in which Tiril had left them, but that did not seem to be the case… Or had only a few hours passed and that was a mere nap? He found himself looking more and more toward the bright light that hung just above the trees… he was not sure how far away, but he was certain it could not be that far. It was beautiful. If he had to give it a name, he supposed it was a star… but it was more alive, bright beyond reckoning and yet he could stare at it without his eyes suffering, filled with color and yet perfectly white. Above all else, it lured him with the possibility of being obtainable, unlike the heavenly orbs that twinkled in the great beyond. Standing up, he pulled his cloak up from the ground and brushed off the debris. Already starting toward the route that suddenly became obvious, though when he had come the forest had seemed a daunting ring, he snatched up his bag as well. Ducking through the strap, he adjusted it across his chest and then stuffed the dark material of his cloak into the bag without paying much attention to the possibility of squishing some of the bread within.


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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to =†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=:.... *The creature seem like any tales from a human or well other creatures. It had that classy homanoid form, black wild eyes.. but where perhaps in the future, a future far far from us this creature might have puffs on their shoes, hair tied up and wink pretty.. In the future human had so forgotten about the fa'ae and the old tales. For this age the fa'ae was not just 'pretty' Tiril blinked again and in the twilight ye would see thus tiny but so many sharp teeth. The tiny tongue that licked the lips. As ye had noticed the creature in the sudden difference of scent, Tiril sensed something within ye.. that ye were calm yet ready and alert. A grin curled the lips and the creature jumped from the branche. As it darted down toward a stone, it looked more like a ever-changing kaleidoscope. It spun around on the stone and watched ye.. Tiril looked like one of thus creature that did be around Maedb, ye might even remember them. Just as Tiril was about to say something, the glance shifted into the woods*

Sebastian:: *Time either it lived its own life here or actually didn't exist as many spirited away creature had said when returning from the land of fa'ae. If it had been a long sleep or mere a nap, didn't ye feel refreshed? As ye moved followed this and that trod, dodge the gnarled twigs that stretched out for ye or so it seemed, the thorns that searched to tear ye skin, if so ever so little.. ah the thorns. They cut so gently the skin, not much damage such would do but so deep it teared ones soul. Maddness oh this beautiful madness, it was not strange that humans like True Tomas was viewed as 'insane' among humans. But through the Hedge ye found this passage, a trod leading windling.. and there there was an opening, an opening where the trod spilled out in the forest of Tír na nÓg. Each step that would take ye closer the Hedge seem somewhat fade and trees of the forest grow more and more, the naturs floor was changing as well from that cold dirt and roots to warm moss and grass. Ye had succeed, ye had come through that Hedge.. into Tír na nÓg.. or as some would call it The land of the young*

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=†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=

§åvîõr
Broken And Shattered The Soul Still Remains
The Veil Of Happiness Tattered And Frayed
My Heart Given Fully To One Who Betrayed
Has Left Me With Nothing
I Cannot Be Saved

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... He had studied well his histories and learned his lessons well, he watches you unmoving as you draw to the stone then pause and look at him in return, well noted were the teeth like razors, and the tongue that licked lips as if scenting for food he pauses in his thoughts to focus almost infinite attention on you

What littling would you want with the blood of this body, give me reason and I may give it freely as I care not for the blood in and of its self, in so much as I enjoy interesting conversation

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Although it seemed the vaguest of paths, there was no doubt in Sebastian’s mind that this would take him where he needed to go. He had felt before that the trees might be alive more so than their usual definition and now they seemed to reach for him sinisterly. It was not clear to him whether he was deftly avoiding their twiggy claws or whether the path he followed was guiding him, even protecting him. Or perhaps it was the star, her warm light penetrating the gnarled gateway and showing him the way. How long did he walk? Not even his feet could guess for when he thought to consider them he was no longer treading over empty dirt and forbidding root but lush greenery, the softness of which he could even tell through the thick soles of his leather boots. Pushing calloused fingers back through grey-brushed brown hair, Sebastian swept the locks out of his face, though they shortly fell right back to teasing his eyes. Those sienna hues roamed the forest through which he walked hungrily: life spilled forth in every inch, more awe-inspiring than any place he had ever been. The draw of the star was strong, and yet unhurried: it would wait for him while he enjoyed the beauty of the eternal wood. Slivers colored like Baltic amber were beginning to mark the fibers of his irises, the first physical sign of the wolf that was already asserting itself behaviorally. And yet enraptured by the ethereal beauty of the young wood he could hardly think about that.

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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to =†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=:.... *The black ponds thus eyes was, shifted back to ye. Tiril ponder ermm a reason? ooh there was many reason, the freshness, the taste, the hunger, the feeling of satisfaction... as if Tiril would stop. The sensation of biting, oh there was many reason and non. But as ye spoked Tiril jumped form one stone to another, onto the grass and climbed up on a smaller stone yet coming closer to ye* "hm do I hear a deal wish to be created?.. a reason ye wish to trade for that blood?" *Fa'ae was indeed creature to make deals, but for most humans and such, thus deals was strange. One could be that they asked for a tale, then give the direction. Another could be asking for a memory just so they wouldn't kidnapp ye child. Or they could ask for a laugh. Aimless, strange it might seem, but knowing the fa'ae a little one could understand a great lot of things when it came to such things as deals and much more. "To learn who ye are, to understand..a reason good enough?" *Tiril glanced up and blinked oh so pretty, but seriously it was just a puppy blinking. Ye had meet Maedb and ye knowed who thus fa'ae could be. Tiril was very solid now, the creature that stood up on the stone closer to ye was kinda humanoid. Perhaps how ye did see Tiril was how ye expected to see this creature in this given moment. "what did lead ye here? Do ye search something?" *Tiril as any fa'ae was curious just by its nature. Tiril glanced toward the tree ye were leaning at.. nae behind it, far behind it*

Sebastian:: *There in this forest, far far from the world ye came from, yet so close. Some did think that fa'ae world was some sort of a plane, a realm somewhere else. Aothers said it was still there among everyoen else.. just hidden by that curtain, that layer of disbelief, lack of understanding and the lost to the Old Ways. Who was right and not, they humans, elven and whatever could debate as long as they wished. The fa'ae knowed, but would they tell? Probly not.. well if one of some reason had a great deal to make. The ideas of Annwfn - the Otherworld -- as it was called among humans, was probly a bit of all thus ideas. The mist had indeed been pulled around a certain part of the world, or rather certain level of the world. That the untrained eye, the unpure heart would not be able to see what lingerd before them. Ahh Tír na nÓg's forest, a moment of silent then ye heard that little creature and it seem it spoked to someone or something. Not far from ye, it could be what.. 20 meters, or was it more? Distance was a bit hard to grasp here, this whole place this lands didn't follow the "normal" world as humans would say their world was.. rules.*

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=†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=

§åvîõr
Broken And Shattered The Soul Still Remains
The Veil Of Happiness Tattered And Frayed
My Heart Given Fully To One Who Betrayed
Has Left Me With Nothing
I Cannot Be Saved

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... No deals tinyling...shakes his head... a simple exchange you tell me why you want it, as you have and I give it willingly so there is less chance of an accident that could cause others of your kind to look unfavorably upon me, as for what lead me here, no purpose could I name, I simply wish to be in peace, where I am currently abiding, I've been asked for help and have said I'd give it, now I seek peace to work out the matter that needs help with, I seek nothing but that peace littleling, and you've done your share of the exchange now I will do mine...drawing the daggar, wicked and sharp from his right boot, and with no more pressure than the blade its self draws it across his arm, drawing blood as well, then replacing the dagger and holding his arm out to you expressionlessly...know me as you would

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... It was like being a child again, discovering this world. There was nothing so different from the world he knew: trees, moss, birds, insects… And yet it was all more wonderful and beautiful – magical, in a word. It was not only for his eyes: he found himself taking deep, slow breaths to enjoy the full experience of this forest and opening his mouth slightly to ensure his ears were fully open and, too, to taste the air. Rabbit. The wolf inside him leaped at the scent and he twisted on an urge he could usually control until closer to moon. But when was that, exactly? For ten years he had always been precisely aware, counting down the minutes he had left as the lines between himself and the savage beast began to blur and would soon eclipse him. Yet, for some reason, it did not concern him as much as it might have; the tight feeling in his stomach at the disorienting disconnectedness trickled away as quickly as it had overtaken him. Yellow-hinted eyes followed the darting path through the underbrush. He should not have been able to see the brown fur through the dense foliage and yet things such as line-of-sight did not seem important here. Sebastian knew it was there and so there it was. As the meal scampered off un-chased but for eyes, he became aware that there were voices near… Or was he first aware of the scents? Were they always there and it was just that the forest had waited until now to let him know he was not alone… Or did the forest bring them together, thinking they should meet? Turning toward them, he brushed his hair off his prematurely creased forehead again he listened and smelled… and knew Tiril. He did not recognize the other. Stepping through the trees, he approached one of his captors… though it was the voice of the other he followed, for the little fae was difficult to track. Blood. He froze four trees away as the scent suddenly drenched the air. It was blood used to tempt him to the large male fae the night before --- hours before? But this was no fae… And as before, he would have come anyway.

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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to =†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=:.... *Tiril blinked twice, listne to every word ye said and nodded. It had understood and found it very curiously, well peace ye seek then peace ye will find. This was so going to be told to.. to.. hmm Tiril ponder for a moment. It needed to get intouch with Darkle and Ani couse they ahd seen Maedb last.. and knowed where that one was.* "Peace then is purpose enough. But do keep an eye open, there has been trolls around, trolls that nae keep their part in the contract between them and the Queen. I have heard rumours that in the depth in the mountains something wicked has awaken." *As ye pulled the dagger, Tiril crunched and was ready to dart..well of course the little thing was alert. But the gaze so wild so wicked followed that motion of yirs and slowly it moved to ye arm as the blood swell up from teh wound. Tiril would stand just under it and tip toed. The lips and teeth brushed the skin, bt did it do.. but not hard, not to hurt, just to get the taste of the skin. Trickling the blood did, and hungryly Tiril drank. For each drop that was devoured, there was something Tiril did learn. It might seem not so important things, but to a fa'ae everything had its own tale. It could be a sense on how ye felt, who ye where, and of course why..Tiril stood back, licked the blood covered lips and grin* "most delicious.. Do such delicious hold a name, something that others would call? Somethign we can use but not reveal the true name that sleep deep within?" *The forest around was alive, not only by animals, ye, Tiril and someone coming closer.. but of other fa'ae. Some in their true forms.. liek the breeze sweeping through the crowns of the trees, or the tree that stood among the other. There was some unseen, but yet still one could sense them. Then it was the nature itself, the colours, scents, the texture everything was just that a bit more than beyond the Hedge. Here ye would be able to find peace if so ye seeking it. ye would sure encounter fa'ae of different shapes and forms, perhaps this was what ye did seek, a sort of sanctuary, a place to return to harmony. Again Tirils gaze returned toward beyond the tree ye were leaning at.. *

Sebastian:: *Tiril who had just got eh some meal, breakfast.. perhaps lunch? Or was it so mayhap that mm something else. When ye suddenly frozed, so did the forest it seem. Birds silent, the furry little dinner was still, everything hold it breathe. But as the beats of hearts, beats of natures pulse pushed on even if it for the moemnt felt like walking through a thickness of syrup. The breathe was exhaled and everything moved on like it use to. Tiril ye coudl sense, see well spot somehow.. stood frozen and watched ye, well right in that direction where ye stood. A grins would slowly slowly curl at the ends of the corner of the mouth. Ye had changed, or was it still ye.. the taste that of yir colours was same, still new. Tiril seem to relax but was oh so ready to dart right up into the air. The wicked wild gaze shifted between ye and the other person Savior. Perhaps it was the forst that had gathered all three, perhaps it was the inner flow in each of everyone that did draw us together. But then again it could just be so simple as each of the three was at the same place just right moment to have the paths crossed. One would never be fully sure here*


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=†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=

§åvîõr
Broken And Shattered The Soul Still Remains
The Veil Of Happiness Tattered And Frayed
My Heart Given Fully To One Who Betrayed
Has Left Me With Nothing
I Cannot Be Saved

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... He nods lightly...Aye I have a name, my name is Savior littleling, nothing more, just...Savior, as for trolls, I fear them not, nor the thing under the mountain, death is my companion, the emotions that accompany it my brothers, rage, vengance, hate, pain, retribution, these are the tools of my trade, I am the bastard son of a whore mother, beget through possession and born through despair...smiles...As my sire would say, we are legion

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Unlike the tantalizingly sweet rapture of the fae’s blood, this was astringent, perhaps even somewhat acidic… not repulsive, but certainly not alluring. As he took another breath, it occurred to him that the forest did, too. Had the entire world felt and embodied his surprise… Did the others notice? Or was it just for him. Sebastian’s eyes found Tiril, the bluish, winged imp, red smeared upon its lips. For a moment, that startled him: flesh-eating faeries was a part of the tales he did not know. And then he felt he should have known from the creature’s sharp-toothed smile. He moved forward to the tiny clearing, but stopped again beside a thick yew on the brink, the toes of his boots touching the grass that cushioned the ground therein. Shadows fell across his form because he wanted them to do so: he did not wish to be so exposed to the unknown traveler and the forest thought it not an unreasonable request. He heard the male’s small speech, not completely sure if he was waxing poetic or if there was literal truth, but did not ask. “Tiril…” he spoke the creature’s name quietly, his voice roughened by living outdoors for so many years and some of his youngest years inhaling soot in his father’s forge. “Keeping well, I see…” he observed as he leaned his shoulder casually against the tree, his fingers slipping into his front pockets. Gaze flicking to the source of the little fae’s meal, he tipped his chin toward the man in a nod of hello and then focused again on the imp. “Wasn’t there some reason you brought me here…?” he pressed with an irritable impatience. Well, even the great spell of Tir Na nOg could not completely undo his curse and perhaps the blood had broken the binds worked around it, calming it. It was a bit fuzzy what that purpose was exactly – someone needed something from him? But doom was fast approaching and this ought to be tended quickly, he thought.

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§åvîõr
Broken And Shattered The Soul Still Remains
The Veil Of Happiness Tattered And Frayed
My Heart Given Fully To One Who Betrayed
Has Left Me With Nothing
I Cannot Be Saved
says to . . . . . .Sebastian: He nods in return as his gaze, impassive and dead finds you easily, but you had not spoken to him, and now he had the name of the littleling whom had feasted upon his blood, Tiril, interesting, he stays quiet and lets his mind slip back to the problem at hand in the other place

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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to =†=SAINT-‡-SINNER=†=:.... *Tiril wouldn't understand the words that was spoken.. well the meaning of them.. like whore and bastard and such. But it was not how the fa'ae listen, it would taste the colours, inhale the emotions.. drink the scent. Aye asking a someone how a fa'e interact with the world, probly the answer would be.. take a trip and float on the waves. Tiril laughed.. ye were different indeed from anything it had meet. But whatever ye were sort of creature, ye were pure somehow.* "Ah Savior then that is what we shall speak when calling ye among others. I will bring this as a message too to the Queen" *Tiril spoked all that but was still gazing in the direction behind ye, perhaps ye too had sense that someone was on its way here. A different scent that one could taste among humans. The wind played throught eh crown of the trees, rushed through the forest. swirled up leafs and dust to gentle dance. Birds was singing, animals seeking their food, playing around.. some avoided this place we where on. Others stopped and curiosuly watched only to run off later. "is there something I might give, tell .. to make this search of peace here easier, more adventureus?

Sebastian:: * Nothing was perfect or? well perhaps even that 'glitch' in teh spell that didn't undo ye curse was a perfection in itself. Tiril jumped back as ye spoked.. oki okii so Tiril had watched ye approach, didn't mean that the sudden voice wouldn't surprise the fa'ae. "Keeping well indeed.. and yeself ?" *The fa'ae stood up again as it had almost stumble. It smacked loudly as if proudly show.. Im pleased. The change in ye way was more mm visible to the fa'ae creature. There was indeed a more snapping way, senses much more aleart than the first time.. as if ye were about tto change, intresting indeed.Tiril ponder how to pull that out, good or bad idea..mm* "a reason to be, a reason to see. I brought ye not.. but ye self, aye we asked ye took the step freely aye aye.. blame me not" *Tiril laughed again and glanced up quickly at ye, knowing somehow it was best not to pull that change out.. well not now.. Tiril would fly over to ye as it seem that other creature was in deep thoughts.. perhaps they could offer help later when speaking* "But aye.. ermm oki oki.. there is soomeone that wish to see ye.. " *Tiril just wanted now to leave, but couldn't .. a word was keeped to the Queen. Hmm if only Frost, Silwen, Feawen, Darkle, Ani.. gaah anyone Nocturne.. could be here, then then Tiril could leave right.. ermm probly not. From the garden far far away, one could see a light from a star. Its ligth was trong and seem to be seen from wherever one might be on Tír...*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... A slight laugh floated in a breath through Sebastian’s nose: pleasantries from a fae seemed odd, especially this peculiar creature. “Sure,” he answered the returned question with a careless amusement. Honestly, he did not know how to answer the question of his state of being. This was always a bad time for him and yet this was a wonderful place and that walk just now wanted him to answer ‘yes, I’m very well indeed.’ Again with the cryptic speak. Sebastian’s shoulders shifted as though physically grated, but he had to agree. “Aye, freely I came…” though, his voice bore reluctance and a hint of disgruntledness. It had never occurred to him to fight, but perhaps the fae had never truly left him that option… he would never know. The eyes whose hint the creature did not need to see what was festering beneath followed it as it drew closer, bobbing through the air. “Aye, you told me that already…” Told us. He thought suddenly of the elf who had been drawn into the hedge with him: focused on the star’s entrancing light, he had forgotten about her… Where was she? Still in the hedge? He did not know. “Who?” Sebastian asked directly, “And, here I am… Where is this mysterious someone?” He shrugged, the thumbs sticking out of his front pockets raising, too, and looked around as though expectant.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... [just like that out of the ... *L*]
*Tiril moved back and forward, around ye like a wicked restless wind. The move was quick and jagged to watch, even somewhat blurry. But there ye stood speaking to Tiril, hands in ye pocket and somewhat relaxed and still in a change. Was it so that this morphing from had get cough in the middle? both ye and the best at the same level, teasing and pushing one and other back and forward to take most space as possible? Perhaps, perhaps not.. but near the larger Oak a few yards from ye ye sudden felt a presence. Perhaps it had been there all the time.. of course it had.. the Oak, but who was that? mm ye never noticed it come walking, so perhaps it had been there all the time, perhaps it just emerge from the Oak or from the soil it stood on. The figure shorter than Ardhel, shorter that Frost and Frinn and Feawen ye had meet. The skin was pale, shimmerd as if snowstars still lingerd up on teh skin, but same it was a faint greenish hue. Eyes black like other fa'ae ye had seen deep was teh gaze. It was dressed in some sort of purple and dark blue, black perhaps colours of a dress. Hair shimmerd in purple and black. It canted the head and stared at ye for a moment before it slowly walked toward ye and Tiril. Its feets seem to touch the grass and moss so lightly it didn't made a sound or bent, crush the grass strew under its feet. The voice that spilled out, was a hoarse such* "here ye are, now beside it seem to be ye followed Tiril and mm.. what so urge ye to do?" *Tiril dart up in the tree, first branches and hunched down, nodded deeply to the creature coming walking up to ye..but spoked not*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Who knew? Like in the tavern where he worked, complaining to the staff about not being served yet usually brought immediate results because honestly, the workers had just over looked you. It worked here too. A scent, a feeling – those might be the same things here. His chest expanded, shifting the loose moss-colored fabric of his shirt, as he took a deep breath. It did not carry the Rowan he knew so well, but there was something more alike than simply just another fae. As his yellow-spiked brown eyes found the creature, he too recognized the skin color as similar to that of the twiggish creature he knew as Ardhel. Still the little fae darted and clicked through his vision, but the growing want to snatch it out of the air with jaws that were not yet suited for that dissipated as he was distracted. Naturally, his attention focused more so on the creature when its pattern changed, when it settled into a tree and so he saw the nod and understood. His gaze returned to the woman of strange beauty before him. “A large, cold man with a pointy stick…” he answered sourly before he had a chance to fully consider the question. Closing his eyes briefly as though praying for patience, he then managed a slight smile and looked upon her again, “…Please forgive me….” He shifted a bit with discomfort of himself and stood straight, no longer leaning against the tree. Really, he did have better manners than that. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he seemed to consider trying some sort of greeting gesture and then just rubbed them together instead. “I don’t know…” he sought to more properly answer her question, “It seemed like the thing to do…. Curiosity maybe…”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Maedb would stop a few feets from ye, teh gaze travelled not only over the form that ye had, but too reached in as deeply it was possibly to do of ye. Perhaps the Queen would understand what ye were, perahps get a taste of the knowledge that ye knowed Ardhel. Well it wouldn't come like a image of ye memories.. more like dipping the tongue in the bawl with food, tasting the spices. "A large cold man witha pointy stick mm good reason enough." *But if Maedb really did believed in that was another story. When ye apologized, the creature nodded and canted the head a little to the left. Seem to ignore Tiril that was settled up in the tree now. Maedb's focus was on ye, and listen to ye words. "curiosity seem to be one strongest among many, following or even leading. Sometimes the curiosity carry something with it." *Slowly did Maedb walk around ye till she stood in front of ye. It seem Maedb was in tuned with the nature here, just like amny other fa'ae but same time in a different way. It was hard to tell what or why. Perhaps ye had read the tales about Maedb, perhasp ye already knowed who the figure was that stood there before ye. Perhaps ye didn't and Maedb had not said anything, nor did the form or shape the creature had give anything away. It was not so that she was wearing a crown or so. It where no notes written saying 'oi Im the Queen here' .. She continue to speak, well that was what it looked like now a female creature, perhaps it was just because that was what ye had expected consciously or not. "what might yir curiosity carry with?"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian smiled a little when she repeated his description of Frost: truly it was a good reason, except that it was a lie to claim that he was forced into the hedge. His second answer was more honest, for he was sure he would have come without the threat. He might have come if only asked in simple words, no magic…. But maybe not, simply because of the timing in the moon cycle… Certainly, he would have come most willingly any other time. His head turned as the woman circled him, but he kept his feet firmly planted. He did not know who she was among fae; he had not known who Ardhel was among fae. She held herself with elegance and power, but he had not met enough fae to be sure that meant anything at all. Certainly Ardhel was more playful… but one thing he did know about fae from stories was that one could never be sure of their personality for one or a hundred meetings. Just because they acted one way today meant nothing for how they might act tomorrow. It was a trait common to royalty to be above introductions: she apparently knew him, as she wanted to see him, but had not troubled herself in telling him who she was. But all he was sure about, was that she certainly was connected to Ardhel. “Carry… with it?” Sebastian’s eyebrows lifted. “Me?” he quipped an answer, the corners of his mouth pulling toward the smile that usually graced his features. The lines drawn into his face would not be the evidence of his normal personality for her, however, she probably just knew…. Somehow. In fact, he was sure she knew him fairly well… all of him, both parts, the deep way she looked at him. “Forgive me,” he shook his head a little, “I don’t know what you’re getting at….” He was better at riddles when his mind was not befuddled by wolfish instinct.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *The beast within, the werewolf of ye was there urging to claw it way out and be free, just like the fa'ae perhaps.. free spirit as they were. To run and hunt, to play and mate. To anger and joy, pain and pleasure. The fa'ae could sense this things, but if course it didn't mean that they always knowed what it was, or did mean. As a human perhaps did see a werewolf as a man and beast, a fa'ae perhaps did sense it as one creature yet two like the sun and the moon. But for a fa'ae that might be sensed equally and at the same moment.. If Maedb had some fear toward ye it was not shown, then again does a tree, stone a wind fear a werwolf? Perhaps it was the human within ye that was most fearful for humanity did destroy a lot. A tree certainly did fear humanity. As ye never brooked the gaze so didn't Maedb. By the taste of ye the fa'ae understood ye, somewhere deep within ye lingered the Dream.. that was what Ardhel was a Dream for Maedb and Auberon. There was a tale about Ardhel, perhaps ye had heard it be sung in the winds, by a storyteller passing through when ye were younger. Perhaps ye understood that tale better now after ye had meet Ardhel. The tale spoked about the creature a few called Ardhel, and how it came to exist that moment when the first dream of pure love was dreamed. Whos dream it was, when it was dreamed non knowed. Perhaps it was the joy out of the forest that dreamed about love, perhaps it had been that first harmony in the chaos when the world came to be. Perhaps it was Maedb and Auberon that dreamed of their pure love.* "The answer is lying within ye. But it seem that curiosity brought ye here.. an answer ye seek, and something ye wish to give." *The connection between them was there, ye could taste it in the air.. it was like the honey, suger and the coffee in the cup.. all connected. When the lips curled to a smile, that indeed suited ye much better. Maedb for the first time let the eyelids be closed and slowly open again, as in a gentle blinking. The smile was acknowledged and even if Maedb didn't have a smile up on thus purple lips on her face, the scent of the fa'ae was such of a smile. Ye being a werewolf, whos senses was much more alert, much more sensitive than other humans. Would pick up that Maedb indeed was having expression that swirled.. it tasted anger, frustration, hope and wonder. This was of course around all that had happened.. the stolen Moondrop, the Dream fading, and humanities greed and the new way that seem to take its step here and there beyond the mist. Maedb would take a step closer to ye as if in takin in the scent of ye, tasting the colours deeper*

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian tipped his head toward the purple and black clothed woman, his eye contact remaining except for natural blinking. Something she did not seem to do very often. It was like he was leaning in toward a whisper, though in truth he could hear her just fine… Still, deciphering what she said was another matter. Perhaps it was in fact fortunate that he was brought now, for with his senses at their peak he could perceive the non-verbal communication flowing from the fae…. And he better understood it as, of course, wolves do not speak but yet say volumes with scent and motion. He took a deep breath; it was slow in coming to him… not least of all because he was used to being human, to concentrating on being human even. Not that he ever ignored the information his wolf senses gave him, but he thought of it in human context generally. Still, he had the human fear of appearing foolish for guessing incorrectly and thus he was hesitant to speak. “…You need my help…” he understood that, of course, that was obvious now that he had spoken it aloud. “...Of course I give it… I made a deal with Ardhel to be fae friend… But I would help you anyway….” Even Sebastian did not know if he had realized that was exactly what Maedb wanted before he said it or if it was his deal… or the subliminal cues that spurred him on. “I served her coffee…” he smiled, his enjoyment and amusement toward watching Ardhel’s coffee experience – from her first taste of the leftovers in Xyrena’s cup to the comparison made between fresh and days old cups -- spilling forth for the fae to taste, “But she liked sludge…. To make it thick with cream and sugar… I could always recognize her presence by the scent of rowan… and through that I could almost see her before she took form for everyone… Or because I had already looked straight at her…” He smiled again and then his brow contracted a little. “…Did something happen to her?” he could sense that from her, he was sure… And the idea upset him, too: he liked the fae very much, as odd as their encounters had been.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *That was true, the speaking language that humans seem to relay their whole world on. It was just big flaw, for they had forgotten the other parts that came into when communicate. It was motions, it was tastes and scents but to the colours, the tones, the hue of all this things. It was how it all related to the environment around. But being more than human ye did picked this things up. The fa'ae used the whole spectra to communicate, words was really the lesser thing.. or to point out direction of the rest of the spectra they used in the communication. Maedb seem to smile, perhaps it was the corner of the lips that curled, perhaps it was the way the fa'ae looked up on ye or how the taste of Maedb slightly changed, something grow stronger something lighter. Maedb different from Ardhel did not have that specific Rowan, but instead it was land, the very soil. Its forests, mountains and dirt taht seem to linger around and within Maedb. After a moment of silent after ye last words have faded in the air, Maedb suddenly spoked* "The Dream has been shattered, the dust spread and faded." *It was like a spear stuck deep into the soil as the words came out. Maedb really didn't need to blink, the whole form it had was probably the most easiest way for thus beyond the Hedge to be able to comprehend instead if it would hold its true abstract form. "I can taste the Dream on ye, the bound ye made. This is what have brought ye here." *Where other had given away tears, blood, what would ye give away. This of course did mean actually give away. To give away a thought to a fa'ae was to never remember it, give away a tear was to never be able to cry thus tear for what reason they now been give for. Even emotions, senses, and more abstract things it was always the same. Maedb wouldn't know what ye were to give, this was something that lay deep within ye heart and would be revealed that very moment ye gave it, then Maedb would know. But again it could be anything..*

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian first looked empathetic; he understood who she meant when she said ‘the dream’ and he understood the sadness that was not written over Maedb’s face as it deepened his premature lines. And then he looked angry; that feral aggression which acted out at random until taking him over completely now had a focus, a purpose. “Who hurt her?” he growled, the sound vibrating in his chest and throat, “What did they do?” His shoulders and ears shifted, movements almost imperceptible but the queen would likely understand – he was raising his hackles and pinning back his ears, or he would be in his other form. He took a breath and tamped down the wolf; in a moment he spoke again, a little calmer. “How can I help? She and I are bound by our deal…. I don’t really understand that, not completely… but I know it… She did as I asked, I will do whatever I can to fulfill my part… But this is surely beyond me…” His expression was apologetic: who was he to aid in fae matters? Who was he against whatever force could have possibly harmed such a wonderful creature?

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Perhaps it was indeed meant to be that ye would change here, to run free in a world as free as ye would be in your wolf-form. The Queen noticed the sudden burst that sure must lay just under the surface and being hard and harder to hold back. Special hearing things like this, but did Maedb fear? It was not important the important was that ye would run in a land feed of animals, growl, play, hunt and run run free. Maed didn't hurry with anything, time didn't exist for fa'ae simple as that. She nodded as ye spoked about aiding the fa'ae, help the Dream. Ye where one of a group of few that seem to hold something within that Maedb collected.. for example, Almida the frost fa'ae had shed tears, a drow called Shyn had given blood. What Aspen would give non knowed yet, what ye would give that would be revealed the moment it would come up form the heart of yirs. But the answer ye probly waited on, about who had hurt and what they had done.. Perhaps it was so that ye waited to hear how someone attacked the Dream. In a way that was true.. the Dream had been beaten with Iron, but that was not what had coursed the fading it had just aided. It was not stabbed by a weapon or destroyed in a war.. it was so much worse* "They turned their back against fa'ae and the Dream" *There it was.. a community not big at all, where Ardhel had visit had chased the fa'ae away, feared that it would take their children. this was in Wales somewhere, the community not big at all just a few houses. they had chased Ardhel back into the forest but on the way, this humans had beaten the fa'ae with iron.. then two other fa'ae had appeared to help and pushed this humans back to their community to save the Dream. What happen was that instead of continue and try to fight the fa'ae or something like that physically .. they did something else. Turning their back and within turned the backs against fa'ae, the Dream, the Old Ways.. The Dream had given the last energy to Tiril to give that creature life.. and that had been the last.. The Dream fell and like a mirror it shattered in the Hedge, a wind of oblivion spread the dust.. Not even maedb was sure if what she was doing would ever help.. but it was a way non the less. Maedb was ready to give ye that space ye needed, give that space for the wolf within ye.. The Queen would if ye changed now wait that moment and gaze into the yellow eyes, to make ye remember Maedb very well, before merge with the land*

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... The infection, the curse bound him to the moon and so here, in the eternal twilight with no moon to rise and pull him completely into madness he would not suffer transformation. But neither would he be spared, for the world is never so simple. Physical form meant nothing here, it would all depend on his mind… A mind that was growing more unstable as moments flitted by, torn between human being and murderous wolf. But he was here for now, focused on the topic at hand… Poor Ardhel and all the beings she could no longer touch… all because of a few ignorant people? That growl sounded again. He did not really understand Maedb’s project of piecing together her daughter from her reflection in other people. However, another thought occurred to him. “…Can they be turned back around?” he asked after a long silence in which his eyes, the yellow spindles in them having thickened a little even as she was standing there, on hers. “These people who abandoned Ardhel and all fair folk… Would that help?”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *The world of twilight perhaps it would be so that ye would run as both here, perhasp remember such ye didn't remember when changes beyond the Hedge. But this an experiences for ye and ye only, perhaps ye would tell the tale for Maedb someday. The fa'ae stood still and listen, but the left hands palm turned up and finger spread.. and she spoked* "Perhaps they can, if they leave the new way and return to the Old Ways they left. But who would be able to meet them and speak with such monkey in black robes?" *Where Ardhel might be seem warmer, Maedb always seem to not like humans. That was of course wrong.. it was words spitted by thus that feared fa'ae, didn't understand them and thus that walked the new way. Maedb didn't dislike humans.. it was just, the fa'ae had watched them come to exist, watched the grow and seen how this changes sweeped in. How the turned on each others, how they lust for greed, lust for meaningless things. How the world, nature was raped by them. "If th. "If that is what comes from ye heart, then that might be what ye shall give"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian smirked at the description of the Dominican monks. “I do not know…. I do not know how much could be accomplished by talking. Humans can be stubborn and foolish….” He did still count himself among them, but he rather hoped he was neither of those things, at least not where it counted. “What comes from my heart…" he paused thoughtfully, "Is the desire to help. The desire to be the fae friend Ardhel asked of me…. I could tear them all apart with my teeth,” his teeth almost gnashed together as the savagery manifested itself as the idea of revenge. There had hardly been a pause between the good-hearted sentiment and the dark tone that followed, and again there was little pause before logic asserted itself. “But I do not see how that would bring her back…” His brow quirked almost like he hoped Maedb would say it could… That setting him loose on this town would solve all the problems here. “It was not only her friend she asked me to be.... I am friend to you as well, and all fair folk... Use me as you will.” He bowed slightly, though his gaze never left the queen. “If talking to these monks might help… I will do it… Anything...” He tended to ramble a bit when he was nervous or otherwise unsettled. What was more unsettling than not truly knowing how close to loosing your mind you might be… Sebastian twitched and then rubbed his chest. Was it starting…?

[jaydedeyes]

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian’s eyes made their habitual flick up to the sky, but in this eternal twilight there was no sun or moon to give him a sense of time. How long had it been since he had spoken to the fae queen? And promised to help her however he could in her quest to save the endearing twig-creature that he now understood to be her daughter, her dream she had called Ardhel. He had turned away as he felt the unnerving ripple pass through his chest and under his skin and when he looked back she was gone. Releasing a breath as a hiss through his teeth, he rubbed the heel of his hand over his forearm. It must be close; he usually did not feel the fur wishing to be freed until the afternoon before the full moon would rise. Passing through shadowy trees because he could not remain still, his leather boots padded softly on the mossy ground. Quiet as he seemed, inside his head was chaos with doubts, fears, questions… and the rage, aggression, irritability that was not his own. The dark cloak hung down his back and occasionally he would hear or feel it snag for a moment on the underbrush – it was a constant reminder that he was perhaps tempting fate by not undressing yet. As accustomed as he was to wandering around naked after the fact to find his clothes again, it was still a vulnerability he preferred to avoid… and here, where everything was so beautiful, entrancing, and yet he was wholly unsettled by the disorienting twilight, by not knowing what to expect… The queen had not shown any worry about him being here and he was sure she knew exactly what he was, but it still went against everything he knew to be necessary to not even have any idea if others might be around. A frustrated growl escaped his throat as he twisted quickly to look in the direction of a rabbit’s scent and at the same time rubbed his shoulder with discomfort, crumpling the white fabric.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Darkle was snugged into the juncture of branch and trunk, high in the arms of the Tir Na nOrg's Crann Bethadh....the old monarch had fast become her favorite among all the Annwfn trees...it had a personality, it did.......suddenly...a scent on the breeze, and both she and the Crann shivered, her own small tremblings unmarked, but the tree's small motion resulted in a shower of silken green, falling around and over her in a makeshift disguise....Darkle smiled up at the Crann, a tiny hand sliding over its bark in a soft caress...*What is that smell?* The wee one's voice rose in a whisper, and she leaned over the edge of the branch in an attempt to see....but all she saw was that Ash fellow from the other night......well..he was allowed here, especially because he had been BROUGHT here, she thought... Tiny wings, like black lace, began to whirr behind her, and the demi rose effortlessly into the air.....*I'll just go and see what he's about..* The remark was aimed at the Crann, which shook in protest....*Dinna worry, I'll be fine...* With that, the Darkle shot downwards, coming to hover just beyond reach, at the creature's eye level ....*Hello...and why are ye scratching like that?* The glistening black on black eyes watched you steadily as she waited for an answer...

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ÿ°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°ÿ
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... *Tiril had left Shyn or was it Shyn that had left Tiril? well someone had taken the other road... well not Tiril that creature had been flying straight up in the air. But that was ages ago.. or so it seem. The intoxicating, enchanting colours twisted and turned, as the creature dashed like a shooting star through the air, but would land on a twig, well land and land is was more hovering over, around the twig and like a snake or mist of light trickled down beside ye.. silently as if there was nothing there. It was about the ye words slipped out and Tiril would speak, just surprisingly as Tiril was there beside ye* "perhaps because it like the fox near thus places where humans lives.. they get this sractching hysteria.. and white slush something in the mouth... perhaps he to have is the same aye?"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Inhaling a long, calming breath, Sebastian strove to focus, to stay human, even as his gaze followed the rabbit he could hear and smell, though the grey fluff eluded his sight. Yellow spiked through his sienna eyes, for now the only outward physical sign of the contamination within, but it was his last sense to turn. Sound and odor he already perceived acutely, better indeed than a true wolf... however, to be like them, his colors were vanishing. The beauty of Annwfn was becoming grayscale with only the deepest reds remaining to him. As such, his eyes would shortly detect the smallest degrees of movement and perhaps he would then see the plants shaking slightly or even the ears of the rabbit itself. The wind shifted. Perhaps not, it now scented him… and it knew what he was, for he smelled more wolf than man now. Focused thus on the prey and his own internal musings, and, too, perhaps, his mind was dulling as the blind rage of the wolf pressed forward, making him less perceptive to the otherworldly: he did not notice the shiver of the large tree nearby nor the approach of the shadow fae until she spoke.
Startled, his body jerked and his head snapped to focus his eyes on the lace-winged fae. She was wise, for his hand had automatically reached up to hit or grab her, but he stopped the motion before actually reaching out toward her. His elbow bent and hand near the level of his own face, his fingers curled inward toward his palm and then he slowly began to lower it before changing the motion all together. The calloused fingers brushed over his forehead, sweeping grey-touched oak locks out of his face. They were just long enough to tease his eyes, but too short to remain behind his ear when tucked there. Pressing his lips together regretfully the corners of his mouth curved upward to try to smile at the creature…. Apologetic, perhaps… or reaching toward his cheerful human personality. Frequent smiles had directed where the creases formed as he aged at an accelerated rate; but thirty one, one might at first guess him at least fifty.
“What?” he uttered as he closed his hand around the strap of his bag that crossed his chest diagonally. “Oh,” he had heard and understood her question after all, it had just taken a moment to come through his surprise. “Uh… I am uncomfortable...” his voice was gruff from years outdoors, soot when he was a child. His other hand moved to rub the outside of his thigh through the deer hide, perhaps spurred by mention of it. “My skin… um…” it was very seldom he ever mentioned his affliction to other people, so it was strange to try to answer such a direct question, nor could he really think how to describe it.
He started again as another voice pierced through the soft melody of the forest and his head whipped around to look up at the… bluish, winged imp – the form his mind usually assigned to Tiril. “What…” his brow crinkled slightly as he tried to guess what on earth the fae was talking about. “No…” he contradicted the guess in a low, dark tone.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ÿ°Sparkling eye:.... Darkle broke her sparkling gaze from the creature, and turned to look at ye...* White slush in the mouth? Ye mean the crazy-disease?* The wee Fey had seen a fox once, with that sickness..and indeed it had had white foam coming from its mouth....* She turned back to teh Ash, examining him critically for a moment....*Nae...no foam...it must be something else...

Watching as you began the motions of a grab attempt, then restrained it and tried to make it look like it never happened, by rubbing at your forehead, Darkle nonetheless perceived your discomfort....A slender brow quirked in puzzlement...what could be wrong with you? Your voice was gruff and hoary, far beyond the years that seemed evident upon your face...it was difficult for the wee one to grasp the aging of your skin, as she herself would never age, nor those around her....but at this point, ye were only a human to her...with a strange, acrid smell about you.....*Do ye need to see the Healer?* Another direct question...but that was Darkle...she saw no reason, with non-Fey, and sometimes with other Fey, to be anything other than direct..less time wasted playing verbal games, she thought...a rare attitude in one of her race....The demi had felt your need of the rabbit, she had....and cared not..it was the fate of some creatures to be food, that was all..and as long as she wasn't one of them, she believed in letting nature take its course....and so, flittering closer to the Tiril, she asked..*Want us to wait while ye catch it?*

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ÿ°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°ÿ
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... *Tiril actually ponder if this was a good time to lure Púck to come here.. his furry body, thus claws and yellow eyes. That mouth with sharp teeth. Couse this one what was it he had called himself infront of Maedb..hashi..shashia aah ash.. is he a tree? Tiril glanced at the leafs infront of itself... for a moment totally forgot Ash and Darkle.. mmm Púck sweet little Púck, now who would tear who? The noise from them both brought Tiril back to here.. or there. Listen to that voice, gruff and hoary, now that was fun.

Darkle:: *Blinked twice did Tiril do, crazy-disease? what was crazy? Was that not something thus human seem to call one and other day out and day in.. 'ye are caryz if ye do that' or 'are ye crazy, i will not..' and so on and on.. "is all human crazy?" *THe fa'ae creature looked back at Ash, hmm there was someting with ye that was so not like anyone else "perhaps he is crazy-disease lack of white slush.. like mmm like troll without stink?"

Sebastian:: *Ok Tiril had so no clue about werewolfs, so who could blame it.. who could blame a fa'ae at all? well beside greedy, dishonorful, disharmonious humans, selfish humans.. anyhow, Tiril canted the head as ye said no* "no... " *Tiril waited out the words.. perhaps they would come later on.. but there was something, a scent, a colour with ye.. hunger.. some called it, oh Tiril had learned that word..and it seem to be verfied with Darkles words* "see who get it first?" *Tiril was a teaser, trickster.. it was not like Tiril planned it.. ever...Sometimes its just trickled out like rain fell from the sky*

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian looked somewhat affronted as the faeries considered the possibility that he was rabid. In truth, however, the wolf begging to emerge could be described that way sans foam. It was a crazed beast, a vessel of unending rage: it would run and growling and rip and tear until dawn or rendered unconscious by some foe. Pain only infuriated it, wounds that would cause most creatures to retreat had no such effect on the monster… and its desire to do harm, with particular vengeance toward humanoid creatures, was insatiable. That he had lived so long – ten years – with the condition was a wonder. Ten was almost unheard for true wolves and he could feel his body wearing out at times… and his mind growing more unstable.
He shook his head as the dark-winged fae asked her question and lifted his hand from the middle of his chest to pull his fingers back through his hair. For a moment his left ear was exposed; almost half of it was missing, the edge jagged as is expected when flesh is severed by teeth. Half covered by his shirt, the flesh of right side of the base of his neck was contorted; pocked and ridged, it was distorted by having been done to him when that area was a different shape. Teeth or claws that had done that had meant to kill and yet here he was, living years beyond that moment. “Nothing a healer can do…” he said with a tinge of regret for the fact.
His yellow-tainted gaze followed her as she joined the creature he knew as Ardhel’s friend. “Catch what…?” he asked, brow furrowing slightly again. His mind immediately jumped to the rabbit as soon as he asked and he turned his head to look toward the creature. It was hiding now, huddled down somewhere to be invisible. “Right….” He murmured to himself, ashamed perhaps that he had been so obvious… But then again, she was fae – her perceptions were not normal. Returning his attention to the two small faeries he tried to smile again. “No…” he answered her, “That’s…eh… okay..”
His eyebrows rose a little as Tiril spoke to the other. How could he even respond to theories like that? Sebastian rubbed the heel of his hand over his chest as his expression waivered to show the discomfort was increasing. “What…?” he blinked at the fae; he was having trouble following trains of thought now, even his own. “Oh…” he glanced toward the rabbit again, “There is a whole warren… You can fly into the tunnels undoubtedly, aye?” his attempt at a smile was washed by a slight grimace and a twitch of his shoulder. “Rip them all apart…” the last phrase flowed in an feral undertone, his sharp gaze following the scent of the nest.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle's brows quirked even more as she saw your increasing.....what?...disorientation.....discomfort....bloodlust...She could see it rising in you like the tide on the Nymph's pond....the scent was increasing now, filling her nostrils with a stinging, acridsmell, unlike anything she had ever experienced before....and the way your eyes were changing.....it could have been the moonlight, she thought, watching you in fascination...it could have been the way the moonlight reflected in them...but it was something else...it was as if the light was dragging you forth, from the depths ....Darkle knew about eyes, and the things that sometimes lay hidden within them...and she flew backwards a beat or two, for in your eyes, she saw savagery....

Tiril : Darkle flew closer to you and back a few beats, holding onto your arm, pulling you along.....*Do ye feel it too, Tiril one? There's something strange in him, there is...Maybe, he wants to eat us...*

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ÿ°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°ÿ
Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *The way he moved, the way he didn't move all spoked about something was going on.. but what what.. Tiril grow more and more curiously, sure that little fa'ae would probly gasp and poof be gone when he changed into the beast. Just like Tiril would be gone when the trolls went amok and beserk. The fa'ae become slightly more solid and spoked* "I could.. and what about ye? tear a hole in the ground?" *Was Tiril trying to speed something up or was it just same old Tiril being alittle annoying? But it become silent and watched, trying to understand the colours, the scent that spread around ye.. with the way ye moved, gazed, how ye words slipped out.. and son on

Darkle:: *Well was it not typical, here one goes a bit soild and then one get dragged.. Tiril was pulled back by surprise and glanced at him as ye spoked* "aye aye.. then we see who eats who.. " *That way Tiril devour flesh was, well it went fast.. and it was disgusting in they way it was done. But it was true whatever that was changing within him could be anything.. and even faster. Tiril didn't resist when ye pulled them backwards*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... His upper lip curled a little as though to snarl and then his mouth suddenly opened with sharp inhale as he realized he had given himself over to murderous thoughts for a moment, however brief. With a rumbling sound in his throat of frustration and yet resolve, Sebastian bowed his head and lifted the strap of his bag over it. He moved toward the tree, his gaze snapping up as the dark fae spoke to the blue, “Come closer and find out…” he growled: there was more yellow than brown in his eyes now. The aggressive response probably prodded into being by Tiril’s teasing, or at least helped along by it. The growl reached a peak and he dropped the bag, rubbing his hands vigorously over his chest and arms.
Grimacing back the urge to tear his flesh off, he crouched and righted the bag, opening the flap. His breath held a ragged edge to it and he kept his gaze averted from the fae. “Best be gone, little ones….” He uttered, voice cloaked by internal darkness… and regret he was having trouble manifesting now for his behavior, “Be far from me…”
Enclosing the hem of his shirt in his hands, he peeled it up and over his head, shifting his shoulders to free himself from it. From the days of only owning what was on his back, he had learned long ago to remove his clothing if he wanted it to remain whole. He dropped the shirt and then balanced as he wiggled loose his boots.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle hovered there, watching everything you did....for the things ye were doing seemed odd, and she wanted to see...the bane lived almost as strongly in her as it did in Feawen, that bane of curiosity...In and of itself, that one thing had gotten the little Fey into more trouble than almost anything else...You moved, suddenly, and began to take off the clothing that seemed as if it might be too small, and Darkle's eyes widened, the glimmer of black on black slithering in their depths ....for she had seen something in you just then....Darkle was on of the few demis who could shift...grow larger, to a size that approximated that of teh humans....and for a moment there, she could have sworn she saw something different in you, beckoning.....her response was to flit closer for the space of a heartbeat, to peer into your eyes..and then she rose higher into the air, out of reach...for in your yellow gaze she had seen hunger....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Thump. He dropped one boot. Thump. He dropped the other. Straightening a little, he moved his hands to begin to undo his belt and looked startled to find the fae suddenly so close. A growl deeper than human vocal cords could make, though not yet truly the wolfish sneer, emitted and he snapped his still-human teeth at the creature. For a moment he forgot he was stripping, forgot about his human life… and then it trickled back to him and a low, grumbling noise came from his throat as he bowed his head again to unbuckle his belt. It must have been the magic of this strange land that was working on him, that allowed him to recover himself… allowed him to think this now. From his other symptoms, it seemed to him he should be having a much harder time recalling his humanity.
“I warned you, fae…” he said tersely, gaze averted as he could still feel human shame… he thought that was odd, too. Sebastian crouched as his pants joined the rest of his clothing and he stuffed them and his shirt into the bag, packing the cloth around the provisions he had taken for the usual hike to and from the site he chose to change. He had no choice this time, the fae had brought him here… Soon they would find out whether or not that was wise. Laying his boot atop the overstuffed lot, he straightened and reached up as high as toes would take him to hang the bag, coiling the strap around the branches of the great tree. He feared other scavengers would go after his food as much as he feared his own wrath against his belongings. Twisting his cloak, he swung that up into the tree, too, the thick material wrapping about a branch just beside his bag.
And now he waited… the shiver running through his body had nothing to do with the temperature.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle continued to hover just out of reach, as she watched you...Clearly, something was wrong with you, but she had no idea as to what that could be...Now, ye were removing your clothing...and while that was nothing to a Fey, whose preferred state was to be bare more often than not....for humans, it was not the way of things...and so the lil one stayed nearby, her curiosity rising to a fevered pitch....you hung the bag ye'd been carrying in one of the trees...it held the clothing you had taken off, and food, by the smell of it...and yet...if ye were hungry, why didn't you eat the food you had ? ....Darkle wondered, silently this time, if you needed a healer....but said nothing, as your voice had held anger in it when you had denied needing any healer...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... His shoulders shifted and creaked a little, muscles tight as drums. Gritting his teeth against his crawling flesh, the follicles forming from which his fur would grow, he squeezed closed eyes all but completely yellow. Fear: his stomach twisted with it, his chest shook slightly as one might expect from one crying, but his pained expression lacked tears. His mouth was wrenched open with a gasp as his bones began to shift: pain erased fear… and almost everything else. Sebastian dropped to his knees before the agony could throw him to the ground and pressed his palms into the soft moss. Shuddering breath flowed through a mouth left open, a hiss unable to form curses, a whining growl… an inhuman scream. His bones cracked and groaned as they reinvented his shape, tearing him down from being suited for upright, bipedalism and dragging him to beastly form. The last human sound fell from his jaw before it began to elongate, a desperate moan longing for death to save him from this torture.
Sebastian fell onto his side, entire body trembling as though with seizure. His fingers snapped and buckled, closing up into paws… his joints popped and realigned as his legs shrank and his arms grew to meet as equal lengths. Black and grey fur sprouted in patches as he thrashed on the ground, broken growls flowing through the shaping muzzle, teeth gnashing and cutting his own gums as they sharpened to those befitting a carnivore.
All at once it was over. The process had taken a little over a quarter hour; the same amount of time it took the full moon to present itself in full glory, shaking off the last echos of sunset. Sebastian lay there panting, wincing a little as his newly re-formed ribs worked to expand and contract. His eyes were closed.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Darkle hovered there, watching as you changed from one form to another....she had seen a few of the Fey do this...well...not this, exactly....but she had seen some change from one shape to another....but this, this was different..it was...unnatural, for a human at least, and she wondered how you had come to it, because ye didn't seem happy about it....The little Fey had never seen a lycan before...had heard the stories, certainly, but had thought them to be mere tales....yet here ye were...a wolf, a big one at that, with fur and fang, and great golden eyes that were no longer human but lupine...*Ash..*..the Fey's sweet voice trilled in the sudden hush, a hush that seemed as if nature paused at the sight of you....*Ash...are you ok?*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Mass conserved, Sebastian was near the same size he had been as a human, which meant he was two and a half times larger than a true wolf giving the illusion of growth as well as transformation. Eyes like amber when light is shone behind it suddenly sprung open, a fraction of a second later they had snapped to the direction of the fae’s voice. A fierce growl issued from his chest, speaking of directionless rage and mindless violence. In a blink, the werewolf flung itself up to its feet and raised hackles, claws digging into the moss as though it meant to leap up and snatch the fae in its jaws.
And yet, it was not fully the beast into which Sebastian had been transforming since his twenty first year. There was an undercurrent in its mind, struggling to assert itself… that knew its name, that knew the tone of the fae’s voice was kind. The giant wolf shook its head to oust the intruder usually locked away during the course of transformation.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

says to . . . . . .Sebastian: Blacklace wings buzzed, dragging the wee one higher, surely out of reach even if you jumped, and she gazed at you in complete fascination....where had ye gone to, the human you, that is? For surely, there before her..or beneath her, to be accurate..stood a wolf, plain as day....Ash was gone...and you were there, but ye were Ash too.....But this was the land of Faerie, and none feared ye here, and it was this that you heard in the Darkle's voice....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Head tipped up, the werewolf’s snout pointed up at the fae. Grey fur covered the lupine’s underbelly, shading into black inconsistently toward the creature’s back. Though the signs of age on the human were many, only flecks of the grey contaminating the black upper side of the muzzle hinted it now. Mouth peeling back to expose almost all of his teeth, the werewolf snarled angrily. But it did not jump. The teeth clicked as it lowered its head and scraped at the ground with its claws. Suddenly, then, it flung itself into the underbrush and raced through the trees in the direction of the rabbit Sebastian had been watching. As the rabbit sensed impending doom, it zig zagged away and the lupine dashed after it, marking the changes in direction as well as the much larger creature could. The feral growls of the hunt flowed through the forest as the rabbit dived beneath a bush and sacrificed itself to warn the rest of the warren with loud thumps of its hind feet. Snapping of jaws… a piercing scream as the rabbit devoted its last breath in warning to all other creatures of the forest the werewolf might hunt… A small crack as the rabbit denied the wolf the kill, breaking its own back with the force of its thrashing. A rage filled growl echoed off the trees before the werewolf began to seek vengeance for the slight upon the rabbit’s corpse.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Darkle's eyes widened as she watched you, and she moved higher, expecting you to try to snatch her from mid-air...the little Fey had a "thing" about being eaten, however, and flew higher, until even a huge wolf such as ye had become wouldn't be able to reach her...she took a perch on teh Crann, and watched as you ran the rabbit down, this not bothering her ...it was natural for things to eat...as long as they weren't eating her....The tree shook around her, and she whispered soft reassurances...*It can't eat you either...* as she stroked a slender hand along the wizened bark....Just then, a deer flashed by, going at a dead run....Darkle watched with interest, wondering if you would run it down as ye had teh rabbit.....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Throwing back its head, the lupine gulped down half the rabbit and then snatched up the other half, swallowing fur and all. Deer. The werewolf spun quickly to face the direction of the scent and it loosed a far-carrying howl… before it remembered it was a werewolf and not a true wolf. It had no pack; it was cursed, unnatural, monstrous. Snarling at the presence in its head, the magic that was muddling its mind, it dug its claws into the mossy earth, drawing them through twice as through to wipe its paws of the matter. Tearing through the forest after the deer, the lupine had much ground to make up if it was to fell the stag.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... With a final stroke of teh Crann's limbs, the Darkle leaped from the bough and darted off in pursuit of the wolfen one....you were after a stag now, and she stayed with you more to keep tabs than anything else...again..if ye were hungry, so must ye eat, and the Goddess put food for all things in the forest, in the water and air of Annwfn...a whisper to teh wind, and she sent a message to the Feawen, just so that she would be aware..little did the darkling know that Feawen was wrapped up in another matter at this very moment...but the lil one continued to keep pace with ye, blacklace wings fluttering so fast that they couldn't be seen, the sound louder than the hummingbirds that frequented this section of the Tir Na nOrg...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... It was not about hunger, although the lupine would eat as much as it could of its kill for that was the way of the wolf. It was about violence: the hunt, the kill. And, for Sebastian, struggling for existence in the back of the werewolf’s mind, it was about channeling the manic energy into something constructive… About hunting deer rather than faeries or the half-fae it had caught a whiff of when the deer charged through, the human blood of whom ought to have been a beacon for the werewolf’s rage. Racing through the trees, the lupine marked the stag, changing direction as it did though the werewolf was far enough behind that sometimes the deer disappeared from sight among the dense trees. Still, the scent was plain as a comet’s tail and he would hear swishes of plants and thumps of hooves on rocks occasionally. Though it chased the stag long, the lupine’s energy never diminished and never would until the moment of collapse. It would win: the stag would tire first…. It was just a matter of when…. Or if the lupine was distracted.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle followed along, mesmerized..for she was beginning to sense that it wasn't the hunger that drove you, but the lust for the kill.....and in this , Darkle had only ever seen things like Orcs and Fomorii behave like that....no Lycan had ever come here, and changed before...she knew that some of the Sidhe had spent time in the lands of men, and had met Lycans...but she herself had never seen one before.....the darkling wondered if ye ever got hurt, or were ye mortal like that...but she would save the questions for later...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... The stag raced through Tir Na nOg, darting through the trees and splashing through streams, trying anything it could to confuse this large wolf who ought to have given up pursuit by now. It was usually only by surrounding deer with the pack that wolves took them, for a deer could out run a wolf. Not this time. The flight of the red deer began to slow as time wore heavy on his limbs, a lather worked up through its reddish brown hide and foam on its lips. The trees must have been helping it, for those majestic antlers never caught on a branch even as the stag’s fatigue must have affected its ability to navigate the dense forest. A vicious growl flowed from the throat of the werewolf as it gained on the deer, triumph for the kill-to-be. Pounce. It was with an all mighty crash that the werewolf brought down the stag slightly bigger than itself. The scent of blood spiked the air as jaws ripped into neck, claws into flank. Quickly, the stag exsanguinated, soaking the ground and bathing the roots of the nearby plants. While the victim gave its last shuddering breaths, the lupine tore into its ribs and proceeded to gorge itself. It was impossible for the monster to eat the entire kill, but it would try, gulping down meat until its belly swelled and could take no more. Were the lupine in the mortal world, it would then take off running with crazed abandon once again, make itself sick in doing so, and then chase something else. Here, bathed in faerie, the beast was calmed just enough, the overfilled belly causing sluggishness, for Sebastian to assert himself a little more while it retreated several yards and flopped down to clean its muzzle and paws.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle watched with fascinated revulsion as ye ran the deer down and killed it..she knew the beast's blood would feed the forest, and so its essence would join with the life of Annwfn, and that its death was part of the life cycle......she watched as ye moved a few feet away and flopped down, obviously full to the point of being too full...and she watched as ye began to lick your paws clean..she had so many questions...did she dare to ask them? Maybe not now, she thought..maybe, when it was over....for the bane would bother her until such time as it was satisfied.... the wee darkly one buzzed over to you now, hovering.....and in spite of herself...*Ash..for she knew no other name....Ash...are you still there?* Darkle didn't really expect an answer, but it was her way to ask....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Amber-lit eyes flicked alert from their half-open state and peered up at the buzzing creature. Then its head turned up from licking its paws to face the fae. It seemed to be considering a growl or other such unfriendly response to the insect-like disturbance. And yet, after a second or two, it blinked and canted its head slightly to the left. Were the fae mortal, perhaps the conversation would not go well… but she could understand a voice unvoiced and the wolf could better understand her than some human merely speaking English. Yes was the simple answer to her question, but reality was much more complicated.. and so the wolf rocked its head a little as if to say ‘I suppose you could say I am’ It then bowed its head over its paws again, though that was in no way a gesture of dismissal.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... The darkling had heard of these werewolf creatures..had heard of how they killed, and killed...but this one didn't seem inclined to do that..at least not at this moment in time......she considered this, hanging in mis-air, looking down at you, the black on black slithering deep down, glimmering with her thoughts ...*It seems that maybe the land of Faerie agrees with ye...* Darkle knew this might be impertinent...but again..it was her way to say what she thought if the opportunity presented itself, rather than wonder about things ...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... The tail swished back and forth a three times to answer her statement affirmatively, the longer fur dragging on the ground as he barely lifted the tail to do this. He turned his paw over and ensured the pads of his feet were cleaned of blood and then did the same with the other. Jaws opening wide, a small sound trickled out from his throat as his tongue rolled out for a moment and then teeth smacked together with almost a lazy air. Shifting a bit with the discomfort of a swollen stomach, he tilted to be laying more so on his side, but kept his head up to refocus his gaze upon the fae. It was unseen, but Sebastian had to wrestle for every inch of control he showed… the lupine wanted growl and catch the fae.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle rose a bit higher.....from her viewpoint , ye looked a bit uncomfortable....so maybe you would be staying there, stretched out on your side like that, until your belly emptied a bit....but she had seen just the barest glimmer in your great golden eyes, and made the obvious conclusion that ye would like to try the taste of demi-Fey as well as rabbit and deetr...and as much as she liked the Ash , she was no one's dinner....and so, she hovered for a moment or two, then settled on a tiny branch too high up in the nearest tree for anything more than a feather to roost one....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Yellow eyes watched as the shadow fae retreated higher and then soon enough lost interest. He looked a few moments at the half-eaten carcass nearby, nose twitching. The wolfish instinct in him wanted to bury it with the hope of perhaps eating some later, the werewolf savored the kill moment and considered befouling the body more, the human wished to move away from it as surely the stench of death would be upon it soon. Restless energy still resided in the creature, even as lethargy seemed the better option now. Rolling up to its feet, the lupine began to trot away from the deer remains. It glanced back at the fae and the tail swept side to side again. He wanted company… he needed it. He needed something to ground him, to keep the werewolf from rearing. She was right to keep her distance, but distance she could keep and still talk to him.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle pushed away from her leafy perch and buzzed after you...she had correctly interpreted that tail wag as an invitation of sorts, and being who she was, didn'r need a second one.....the dark one flittered along beside you, above and out of your reach, as ye began to move deeper into the forest...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He looked pleased, as much as a wolf can, as she glided from the tree, and then looked forward again as he picked his way among the roots. After a few minutes, an owl hooted and he twisted quickly to look in that direction, the beginnings of a growl in his throat before he could calm himself. His claws scratched the ground and he turned to continue his wandering, steps slowed by the uncomfortable weight of his meal and yet onward he was driven. Turning his head he looked for the fae; ‘talk to me’ he begged her with a distressed sound, ‘let me hear your voice…. not to be trapped by mine…’

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *What do ye want me to talk about? * Darkle kept her voice soothing and sweet, pleasant to hear....it wasn't the siren voice...yet....but then she had an idea...Hovering just out of reach, the little Fey began to sing, an ancient melody it was, haunting, winding itself about you, curling to your ears with a gentle touch that you wouldn't even notice......and as she sang, the darkling danced , in mid air, as graceful a sight as ever ye would see, as man or wolf.....She watched you, gauging the effect, and laughed , the sound rilling to the air like a zephyr....*How's that?* The question was asked with a sweet humor that shone in teh black-on-black eyes...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... The lupine shook his head a little at the question; it did not really matter of what she spoke. He was about to suggest she ramble on about herself, for surely that would be interesting enough to hold his attention and thereby allow him to maintain control…. But her idea was even better. His steps slowed to a lazy walk and then he stopped all together, lowering his behind to the ground as he watched and listened, willingly entranced. That tail swished on the ground again to show his approval. He was tired and her song let him feel it, let him relax a little. To encourage her to continue, he made a motion with his muzzle sort of like an exaggerated nod. And then eased himself down, settling on his side with a groan… amber eyes yet wide upon her.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle began to sing in earnest now, calling the birds to her...and they came, surrounding her in a cloud of color and song, wings fluttering to create a wind filled with music that lapped at you, teasing your senses....and yet, not a single bird came close , the darkling kept them safe....the melody stroked you, a blessing in disguise, and through it all the Darkle danced and the birds danced with her....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Attention snapped as the birds flapped and fluttered, the sharp eyes following them with the werewolf’s lust for destruction… but under the spell of her voice it was hard to be so angry and aggressive. Still, for several minutes his mind snapped back and forth in a battle for control. A vicious growl was loosed, but his body only partly lurched as though to get up and then settled back down again as Sebastian seemed to win… at least as much as he could. Slowly, he lowered his head to rest upon his paws, tilted some so that he could still watch. His tail brushed the ground sleepily as his lids half closed and she would know he was grateful. It took some time, for the manic lupine was not contained easily… but eventually, he would fall asleep.

[jaydedeyes]

. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Lulled to dreams by the ethereal voice of the black winged fae, the large wolf lay on the soft bed of moss until the white orb consented to relinquish its rule and disappeared far beyond the forest. His were not peaceful dreams: twitched and jerked, snarled and snapped, once or twice a whine. However, wrapped up in sleep and magic, the lupine’s rage remained locked away and the outward signs of it subdued such that his torment did not terribly disturb the forest, though a few times it might have seemed that the creature would wake and kill again. In the hour before dawn, the restlessness of violent will seemed to calm: the lupine’s breath flowed more smoothly and uninterrupted by expressions of dark dreams. As the first rays of the sun peeked from below the horizon, almost imperceptible across this eternally twilit land, the giant, sleeping wolf began to tremble.
A sharp gasp penetrated the gentle music of Tir Na nOg. Eyes like Baltic amber flew open, wide with the pain that had called him from slumber. He cried out: voice between a wolfish howl and a human scream. Bones cracked and popped as they reversed the transformation of mere hours ago. Thrashing, dirt, moss and other tiny plants were dislodged as his body attempted to flee from burning, stabbing, squeezing that wracked it. A choking whine escaped the open mouth as his torso was reshaped and momentarily he could not breath for the pressure of his clenching rib cage. He tossed his head as his snout shrank and his skull shifted, the whines melting into moans. Tears spilled from pain-glittered eyes as cheeks became bare for them. Claws retreating into nails ripped at flesh and fur and dirt alike as shifting teeth clenched together against agony.
All at once, as before, it stopped. The naked man lay awkwardly crumpled on his side, panting breath pushing the dirt. His muscles still twitched and shivered, body stained green, brown and red. Scars too numerous to count marked the flesh beneath the smudges of the forest floor and the scraps and tears from ground and his own hands. His eyes were closed, but not having suffered the non-stop violence of the crazed wolf this passed night, exhaustion did not pull him into her bosom.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

says to ALL: The Darkle awoke at the first touch of sunlight...she stretched, leaning back into the arms of the tree on which she lay, then rolled off the branch, black on black eyes glittering down at the crumpled form of the wolf.....lacewings hummed as she hovered there, above you and out of reach, and a wave of pity shot through the darkling as she saw the torment you went through as your humanity reasserted itself....Finally, you lay there, on your side, flesh pressed to the green earth....and the lil one's voice lilted down to you....*Ash....you are you again?* As the sweet voice reached you, the tree shook above her, its sussurating voice whispering down along with the shower of leaves it sent.....*The Maeb...she comessssss*....Darkle shot up higher to gain a view of the surroundings, and saw the rise of dust that rose in the Queen's wake....*Ash....the Maeb comes...* This time, the voice held a tone of command in it....*Ash, Our Queen approaches...*

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... *Approaching..mm well in away.. aye we say it is that way. At least the fa'ae thougth it that way, someone else would perhaps just called out it appeared. From the solitary huge rock, a figure emerge in the blink of an eye. A few steps, light as if nae even touching the forest floor and who knows perhaps there was nae touch of the ethereal creatures. Standing under the branches where ye lay in the arms there of this wonderful tree. "Has it run free?" *The words slipped out like water dripping down from the sky, but it was that same hoary whispering. The black eyes gazing at the man laying in the grass. A slender pale hand the Queen hold out, gazing down at its nails or call it claws..it would be the same. As if study them, seeing if they were still as beautiful as before.. perhaps Maedb was just amused to see the glamoure holding the form.

Sebastian:: *The figure ye once had spoked to stood next to a tree, same tree where Darkle was at. Now and then it seem that Maedb was watching, study ye too. The vibrations of the change lingered in the air still, the taste of that beast within hovered over this very spot, where ye had changed back to this form ye now was in. Had it been a good place to change? Had Tír na nÓg been open for the free wolf within ye to run run.. over feilds and through forests?

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... A weak groan flowed through partly open lips. The process always left him nauseous, always worse when he had caught something to eat for though the wolf’s belly minded not fur, claw and feather, Sebastian’s did. He opened his eyes and tilted his head toward the sound of the little one’s voice. Brown had begun to creep back into his irises, but they were still heavily tainted with yellow. Mind foggy, it was like trying to recall something out of a dream had long ago… but he knew her. A small nod answered her question.
Those eyes closed again as his torso jumped with deep coughs pushed up from his stomach. This was hardly the state in which he wished to see the queen, but he did not have much time to consider that thought as his discomfort reached a peak. He pushed himself up with trembling arms and bowed his head, gasping as his stomach lurched. Grey streaked brown hair dangled down in front of his eyes as his entire body heaved. The unsavory sounds echoed off the trees while his body rid itself of much of the stag on which the wolf had gorged itself and perhaps the rabbit, too.
Panting heavily when finally his body was satisfied it had been cleansed, he pushed back from the sick. With a grimace for the taste in his mouth, he added spit to it. Brushing his hand over his lips, he closed his eyes with a small moan for the residual ache.
Suddenly he realized or remembered he was being watched and he drew his knees up perhaps to mask a bit of his vulnerability. Those eyes flashed open, the opposite as they had been when Maedb had last looked into them – sienna spindles through the amber. There she was… in purple and black splendor. “…hi…” he said weakly – ashamed? for being observed in this state -- rough voice even worse for his ordeal.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... The Darkle watched as ye materialized in front of her, and the wee one hung there , in mid-air, glistening jet-colored eyes fastened on you....*Aye, last night, the night of silver light, of the full moon...it ran free in the Tir Na nOrg, my Queen....it is now back to Ash, the human part of him....* She glanced down at the man as he retched, and added, almost as an afterthought...*but he doesn't look so good....*.

Sebastian: Darkle could not help but watch as you retched up last night's gorge...shuddering a bit, for the darkly one felt sympathy for you in your discomfort, something that was out of the ordinary for her....for she felt not what humans did...the creature, however, she had connected with...and had tried to help as best she could.....blacklace wings hummed as the darkling hovered, watching the scene unfold as ye greeted the high Queen of all Annwfn, your voice roughened with the previous night's ill use.......

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... *The head leaned little to the left, corner of the lips seem to curl. A smile or just a grin.. trickery in its early state? who would know. "Interesting, Darkle.. the forest will sing about he who run free, it will be captured in the rocks, the mountains. Will it happen again?" *Maedb glanced up where ye hung in the mid-air, there was nae Moth, Cob or Musterseed nor Peasleblossom.. perhaps it was good for that matter. Ye, Tiril and them .. Even Maedb would be out of words. The gaze was up on this man* "hmm seem this being capture and running free is mm perhaps it will be less .. painful if running free here aye?" *Maedb ponder, of course Maedb had meet many different creatures, but again each time was new and different tale. So what could be done to make it be better.. Perhaps a deal?

Sebastian:: *Where humans and creature that seem to pick up humans ways like flies drawn to crap. Would probly feel strange, embarrassing now.. my my Goddess a naked.. man woman creature. Probly they would hunch down and hand towels, blanket or turn around and look down into the ground.. just like what this new way seem to teach.. be ashamed that ye live.. Now this was a fa'ae and in the land of the fa'ae. What was naked here? Was it when the glamoure was forgotten to make clothing, or was it when one wasn't letting the glamoure create the forms? Was it when the fa'ae was in their true forms.. but obviously the fa'ae always was in the true form.. what human did see was more what they belived they would see. Or was it when a scent was nae around, a colour gone.. a missing dream? Well it was certainly not when someone was without clothing. So as humans viewed one and other with clothing.. Maedb would have that same reaction if ye were dressed..ops wrong.. The fa'ae had the normal reaction as ye were in ye natural state, and would probly raise a eyebrow when ye were dressed. "Greetings, it seem ye are in pain or as something is making ye uncomfty.. what could be done to lessen that, I wonder?" *Again the glance shifted, from ye to the Maedbs own hands and then to Darkle.. back to ye*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... A breathy snort, a hint of a laugh exhaled from him at the little fae’s understated observation that he did not look so good. Indeed, he was wan and felt weak, the splatter of vomit a testament to queasiness and malaise, and his flesh scraped by ground and nail through the cuts were shallow and had only bled a little. However, without the crushing exhaustion and the full toll manic rage usually took on him, he was better than he normally was after the full moon. Dirt-coated, blood-sprinkled fingers pulled over his forehead, drawing back his forest-kissed hair as his head bowed a little to avoid looking at the two fae for a moment. His cheeks were smeared were dirt had combined with the few tears his pain had shed and he rubbed at the grime with the heel of his hand, making hardly a difference, before he looked up at Maedb again.
Grey streaked locks inching back over his face to tease his eyes, he shook his head a little. “I’ll be fine…” he spoke quietly. Embarrassed by his nakedness, yes, but she was not the first to see him thus and better her than some of the others who had found him after the wild night. It was more the fact of over all vulnerability at this time of disorientation and weakness that unsettled him – nakedness was just a part of that, though he would feel a bit better when clothed. Too, it was truth that his condition would improve on its own – it always did – though it was taking longer and longer to do so as age sank her claws in him. “I… um…” he turned his head right and then slowly left: he did not know this forest. “…I left… my bag….” His head tilted up to look at the lace-wing fae: she had been there when he transformed, he remembered now, “…Where…?”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

says to High Crown of Annwfn: *Aye, my Queen, he was eased, somewhat, as he ran amok in the wood, the silver light pulling and tearing at him........he could not speak, only howl in the way of the wolfen...but ....* The glittering eyes fixed on yours for a moment as she pondered...*he listened when I sang to him, my Queen, and it seemed to me that it calmed him ....* The darkling's voice lilted as she spoke of him, like silent music drifting to your ears, and ye would see the black on black on black slithering deep in their depths, sparkling and alive...

Sebastian: The Darkle glanced down as ye spoke with teh Maeb, taking in the tattered condition of skin and hair....*Your bag is over there...* She pointed at a tree not far away, then buzzed over to hover by the bag, which was far too large for her to dislodge...*Please...* The limber voice spoke but a single word to teh tree, as tiny hand caressed it, sliding over the burled and roughened bark....*Please...* The tree shivered then, in pleasure at her touch, or at the silken voice...and the bag fell to earth, dropped as gently as a robin's egg....

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *The weakness, the vulnerablitiy was tasted in the air that surounded ye. Maedb glanced at Darkle as ye spoked to the little wicked one. THen returned to ye, the voice same as always.. but as in thus tales, thus beautiful fa'ae tales from humans that had stepped across to Annwfn, thus that had been following that tone, tha tmusic or laugh. Thus storyteller that spoked of the fair ones, long slime figures.. their hair like spunned silver of the moon itself. The kind eyes, the long slender fingers that so gently caressed. Their voices so calming, the joy and so on and on.. aye it did happen now too. As ghostly figures took form, perhaps they had been there all the time.. hard to tell. Forms beocme more solid as one shifted the gaze between them. Beautiful they were, proud they looked, just like the paintings where people travel with the fa'ae, or thus paintings of Maedb or other 'Queens' .. thus beautiful creatures moved closer, one took ye hand, another caressed the the string of hair hangin over ye face.. another motion ye to follow* "There will be plenty or resting, feed if ye wish and drink.. if ye join us in the garden. It would be us such an honor.." *THe words that trickled out like light summer rain, each carry with such mm this was not a action of making a deal, it was that bewitching voice so many stories told about, an invitation it was to the Garden at the Castle.. said in a way that a no might be taken as a dishonoring. Of course the fa'ae was strange creature, perhaps that was just how it sounded, perhaps it was true. "Let them bath ye, let them make ye shine.. calm and find harmony. Darkle will be with ye.. I promise that" *The figures around ye thus beautiful fa'ae creatures, smiled and was gently pulling ye to follow to the rivulet to bath and to clean, they would of course be the one doing all that.. they didn't say much but seem more to hum, sing .. it was a tone gentle murmur of water running through the forest*

Darkle:: *The Queen listen to ye voice, sensed that silent music drifting .. It was alluring, calming. Maedb nodded and smiled to ye as the gaze shifted over to ye. It seem Maedb had understood what had happened under the light of our sister the moon. How it probly was so that he was lucky to have had the possiblity to change here not beyond the mist.* "Dar Darkle.. will ye be so kind.. to guide him?" *The words would drift after ye like Tiril and Cobweb rushing through the air after ye.. but it was just the Queen swords, playfully caressed what was the spine of yirs..As ye did be so nice to get his bag..

Both:: *Queen Maedb walked a few steps in the opsit direction, toward thus towers one would see in the horizon.. from here it looked as if it would take days to reached that castle, yet again.. it felt like it was just a beat of a wing away from here. "Then I will see ye two later.. " *Maedb said and just let a smile dance over the lips.. and she was going into the forest, toward that direction where the Caste was*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian listened as the shadow fae explained his ordeal and found he remembered more and more clearly than often he did. He had been there, active though the power of the lupine soul had not let him take full control. The corners of his mouth pulled toward a smile and he nodded a bit as she told of the soothing affect of her voice to confirm it, gratefulness painted across his face. Twisting where he sat, a hand touching earth for balance for he felt quite unsteady still so newly returned to his natural form, his gaze followed the fae. Now he smiled truly. It was seldom fortune so shined upon him to let him wake near where he had left his things; usually he had to trek far through foreign terrain, naked to find it. The only grace was that winter nights were shorter and he could not travel quite so far in one episode. “Thank you…” he breathed, not just for showing him his bag, not just to the tree for keeping it safe for him and now for releasing it, but also for the fae’s company and lullaby.
He turned his head back as he heard or felt – he was not sure which – Maedb come closer to him. Tilting his chin to look up at her, he smiled a little as her tender kindness washed away some of his discomfort. His eyes flicked to his hand as she lifted it from his knees and then rose back up to her face. Pushing with the hand on the ground, he slowly stood up with a shiver of nervousness for exposing himself so plainly now, but it was gone as soon as it came. His gaze turned to Darkle as the queen mentioned her and he smiled. Eyes back on the fae queen, he nodded a little, “Thank you, your highness…” He knew no other way to show her how much her kindness meant to him than to give her a respectful title. “I…” he wanted to say something else, but he knew not what. She was fae… perhaps she would just know how much the grace of faerie had eased his torture… how much their help then and now filled his heart.
His fingers fidgeted a little after she released his hand, eyes following as she departed into the forest, “Thank you…” he whispered again. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked over to the large tree on which he had hung his bag the evening before. He smiled slightly at the tree and then picked it up - it was his first thought to pull out his clothes and cover himself… but the faeries that had appeared at Maedb’s bidding called him as surely as they were dragging him by the hand and he edged forward to follow them, glancing toward Darkle, the only one of them he knew.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... *Aye, my Queen...guide him I will....and I think, that mayhap it was the songs of darkness calling, flowing through the silvery light, that made it easier..for I sang of teh dark, to him, sent the sounds of darkness flowing to him...and Annwfn took his anger and swallowed it, the forest drank stag's blood and bloomed for him ....* Darkle watched now, following along as the fae took Sebastian towards the stream....

Sebastian: One of teh fae summoned your bag, guiding it with a nearly invisible hand as it accompanied them to the brook....Black light surrounded her now, like a tiny dark aura, as she moved to sit on a branch that overlooked teh rilling water, watching as the fae bathed ye, combing strands of hair, clean now, away from the sienna-streaked eyes....and when at last ye were cleaned and groomed, wearing the shields of the humans once more, she began to sing...a soothing melody , haunting, dark , cool and lyrical.....and ancient tune, learned at the knees of the Goddess Duna so long ago that the memory seemed a misty dream....*Sebastian...* The darkling smiled...*The Maeb has invited ye to the castle..'tis rare that is, so very rare...*

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... ..and..Darkle::: *The queen listne to the words that floated in the air as Darkle spoked, indeed the Queen now felt as each step touched the very soil of the forest floor.. indeed Annwfn had taken that anger and slowed it. Darkle song had helped this to be happning and it was good, for this was somehow a sort of bond, him coming closer to the fa'ae, closer the Annwfn than other was. The stag's blood has been shatterd by him and the forest had drunken it deeply. That blood had in a way been a offer.. and as Maedbs left hand closed, there it was.. Ash gift for the Queen to collect, that was his giving... One day perhaps the Dream would touch the soil again. Ash was now closer ot the fa'ae.. he part of the moon, part of the mist as non other.. part human part beast that was bond to mist, twillight and sister moon. He would walk with one foot always beyond the Mist, one foot among the humans.. Before Maedb merge with the land.. a glance, a taste of the air.. a blink at the colours.. of Darkle and Ash.. she would guide him and would tell tales later about him.. Maedb would have the pleasure later to speak with them both.. would he understand what had just happened? Did Darkle sense it?..........

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian’s shoulders shifted a little as Darkle mentioned the anger; it was a nightmare that haunted him, but true as she said… it had been tempered by the grace of Annwfn. He combed his hair off his forehead: it was a nervous habit, like rambling… though he was instead being quite quiet now. He felt something strange in the way Maedb’s hand had left his, in the way she looked at him… but somewhat broken as he was at the moment, he did not understand it… perhaps it would occur to him later? He did feel a strong connection to her and to all of Annwfn, but maybe he thought that was the gratitude he had for them, their love…
It was odd – both unsettling and comforting, the fae dancing around him… It seemed he knew they had always been there, but then again they had been hidden from him while he roamed Tir Na nOg before the full moon. His yellowed eyes watched as one of the fae took his bag and followed the intangible tug of another as it led him to the stream through which the stag had attempted to elude him mere hours ago.
Stepping into the stream, he found it cool but yet not cold, soothing on his aching muscles and little cuts. He exhaled as he sank himself in the gentle current and then surfaced quickly with a bit of a laugh as he felt the faeries attend him as Maedb said they would… though he had perhaps not realized she was being literal. The laughter was uncomfortable at first, as an adult male must be when creatures are touching him so intimately, but then he eased and enjoyed the experience…. His thoughts flowing freely to his mate and the time they had washed each other after splashing about in the ocean… the time that had lead to them being mates…
He thanked the faeries after he was cleaned of the grime of the full moon, of more than just physical smudges on his person. Shaking himself first like a dog once he emerged from the stream, he then pulled his clothing out of his bag and dressed himself. Sitting beneath a tree over hanging the stream, he wiggled his boots onto his feet and turned his face up to look at Darkle when she spoke to him. Sebastian still looked like he had perhaps suffered an illness, but his expression was much improved, a smile danced across his lips. “I’m honored,” he answered with a nod, “I… well, that is the last thing I might have expected…”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle's fragile hands held fast to a burl in the silvered bark beneath them, nd she gazed down and watched. laughing a little at your all-too-human discomfort, as the fae tended to the breaks in skin and spirit....ye would not notice until later, but all teh little scarpes and wounds had emerged from the water, healed ....a sign that the Tir Na nOrg had embraced you....*'^Tis unusual indeed, Sebastian....it isn't often that the Maeb invites non fae to Annwfn..and never to the castle,...well..not to say never, as iI haven't been here for always...but in my time here, it has never happened...so there is something special that she sees in you.....* The tiny voice had music in it, as always....silent music, felt more than heard....for Darkle could still feel the presence of the Other in you, still pulsing beneath the surface.....*The Castle is wonderful, Sebastian..and Nocturne's star is there, radiating for the Dream...but she says it will stay suspended over teh Queen's Pond for eternity...* The darkling eyed you speculatively, wondering what it was that teh Maeb had found in you...

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian smiled as Darkle underlined just how unique his invitation was, human modesty showing as slight embarrassment on his face for truly he did not know what it was in him that the queen liked… He thought himself nothing special as compared to other humans and what was inhuman about him was a terrible, unnatural curse that was hated by others and rightly so. It was a mystery, therefore, why such a blood stained, evil-touched person would be embraced by faerie. Indeed, it was only two moons ago that he committed the foulest murders, the thought of waking up to find the five mangled corpses turned his stomach even now. Shaking off the haunting darkness, he formed a smile again toward the sweet fae. “Please… call me Ash,” he requested, gently gripping the trunk of the tree to draw himself up to his feet. “And you’re Darkle, aye? That is what I heard the queen call you?” he smiled again, though his eyes lowered as he brushed his hands over his white shirt in a futile attempt to remove the wrinkles being stuffed in his bag had caused. Stooping, he grabbed the strap of his bag and pulled it over his head, sliding an arm through it. With a glance back to the stream, he smiled to whatever shimmering faeries may still have been visible to him and then lifted his gaze to glance around the sky. “I remember a star… calling me out of the hedge...” he mused and then smiled at his gaze suddenly alighted on the beacon. Turning his eyes back to the faerie, he smiled, “You’ll come with me? You need not stay so far anymore… I won’t hurt you,” he promised, expression faltering toward regret that he had ever threatened her.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle watched as ye straightened your clothing and brushed at the wrinkles...*Aye, my name is Darkle...she pronounced it the way it was said, and not the way it was spelled....her mother had had a sense of humor, she had...Darkly......Noting the way your eyes went to teh spring, in search of the Fae who had left,.the darkling Fey spoke to you of them....*you were assisted by teh white ladies, Ash....they are the ghosts of faerie....just as real as I am..but...different....* She thought back, to another time and place, another century, where the white ladies had served the court...this place, this Annwfn, grew in her estimation by leaps and bounds for every day she was here...it had become her home now, those who lived here were her family, Maeb's court was her court too......The little Fey's thoughts were interrupted by your invitation to come closer...and she gazed down into those still-yellow eyes....*All right, * the lil one's voice was clear...*All right, but dinna try to eat me..I take exception to that, y'know...* With that, she flitted down to hover beside you, at shoulder height, and accompanied you in the direction of the star..for just beyond it lay the maze and the castle....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian nodded a little to what she told him about the faeries who had bathed him, though he really did not quite understand what she meant. How could faeries be ghosts? But it did not matter, not really… As she said, they were real and they had show him great kindness… That was all that was important. “As well you should,” he answered with a hint of a jest, though his smile was tempered by the recollection of having wished to catch her in his teeth. He touched his stomach as it squirmed in protest of all that had been eaten and disgorged and he felt unnerved by the vivid memories of dark lust that now lay dormant within him. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself with the faint scents of the forest: his senses were dulled now to near human acuity, which added to the unsetting disorientation that flowed through him like waves… at times eased and at times like a spell of dizziness or a muffled feeling and yet at times he felt almost okay. Glancing to the fae flying near his shoulder, he smiled a little as he made his way through the trees. “You have a beautiful voice…” he complimented, recalling both the song she had just sung and that which had soothed the savage beast. “I thought all faeries did… but the queen’s sounds more like mine,” he chuckled, his gruff Scottish-lilted voice at its fullest when he laughed, “And yours is more…. enchanting? I guess… than the others I’ve heard…”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle laughed ...*I have the power of the Lorelei, as we call it...*...Another laugh, small, drifted to your ears, human as they now were.....*My voice is sweet indeed...* The small one smirked a little, as she thought of the many other ways in which it could be used...not all of them were sweet....* I am the Lorelei Fey, and my voice enchants in many ways...some have seen it, not many remember ...Ani knows, the demi from your village.......* Darkle left it at that ...for her voice was both weapon and enchantment, a rare gift, very rare indeed, as was her other power....unheard of for millennia, both.......sweet voices, yes....many had them...but the Lorelei voice, as it was called in these modern times...simply unheard of... and none other had ever had the power of Unlight.....*The land of faerie is regaining its powers, Ash...and those of us in Annwfn are finding ourselves restored to powers long lost...it was that which helped you, my voice only guided....* She evaded a large dragonfly as it zoomed past, then returned to watch as you thought about her words...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, enjoying nature or a camp in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian nodded a bit with interest as she described her power, his eyes on her for he had grow accustomed to the heightened senses that had increased to a peak when the full moon rose. Of course, then, he stumbled a bit on the roots of the great trees, catching himself on the trunk. He showed a slightly abashed smile for his clumsiness, though by now he was used to suffering it for a few days afterwards. “Aye, I know Ani…” he smiled with a nod to her explanation of who the fae was, “Though it is funny we should meet there…. for we are from neighboring lands…” His eyes focused now where he stepped, he resisted doing more than just glancing at her while she spoke again. “Regaining?” he questioned, “Faerie ever lost powers?” The idea of that surprised him, raised as he was in the religion of Avalon to have full faith in such wonders and powers. He chuckled a bit as she made way for the dragonfly, the laughter the very light of his true personality, that untainted by the monster within.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Darkle began to follow a path now, one that led in the direction of teh Castle...the wee one snorted as you tripped...had ye just been clumsy for a moment, she wondered - or had the tree raised its root up just the littlest bit? A laugh, secret, at this thought, for she had seen the trees move and loved it that they could.....and that they had a sense of humor....a bit odd, that..but tripping you would be their idea of something funny....*Faerie didn't lose its power...but for a time it was diminished, becuase of the humans...and the Holy men...* The dark Fey shrugged....*Much has been restored of late...I know not why, Frost and Feawen know more of it than I...but there were bad men in Wales for a time, that had somewhat to do with it..* Again, she shrugged...for she didn't much care for humans, anyway..and the so-called Holy ones were the worst of the lot...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... His chin raised and lowered in a prolonged nod: he well understood the destructive power of humanity… and particularly of those who followed the new religion. He had traveled much in the lands where these peculiar beliefs had held sway, shocked by the torment these people placed upon themselves and others in the name of one they called loving. A laugh broke through the more solemn remembrances as he recalled the vengeance he had taken on some of them. “Aye? Been a year or two since I was in Wales… Seemed all right then, but perhaps that is why it is bad now… Trust the Catholics to ruin a good thing, aye?” He chuckled again, “Those people call themselves holy are a gullible lot, they are… Down in Kent I was some years back,” his laughter broke through a moment, proceeding the funny part of the tale. “There’s a place there, Canterbury… they go to seek good fortune or forgiveness… or whatever it is they need, don’t rightly understand it myself…” He laughed again, his chest shaking with his mirth as he twisted his hands around the strap of his bag diagonally there. “Well, I collected myself some bones and sticks and plants… And started selling things to the travelers… Aye, you would not believe what they will pay if you say a squirrel’s leg bone is the finger bone of Saint James or whoever…” That laughter spilled forth again and he flashed a grin up at the faerie before continuing his story. “I made some tonics out of various plants I could recognize… Didn’t want to poison them… But I said they drink them and it wards off vampires when combined with a little cross…” Laughter interrupted yet again. “And! I made some medallions from mistletoe and sold them for much coin… A werewolf had been seen in the area, you know! It’s good for warding off thieves, too, mistletoe, you know…” He grinned broadly, eyes shining with mirth.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Darkle's eyes widened, and widened again, until they dominated her face as she listened to the things ye were saying.....Why..it was a rapscallion, ye were...! *Selling squirrel bones to the humans, and mistletoe....* The wee one sputtered and rolled over in the air, nearly choking with laughter...*Mistletoe, and tonics,,,,,against vampires and werewolves...oh my....* Suddenly, Darkle thought of something....*and have ye met any vampires, then?* The black eyes glittered with a tracery like frost on a windowpane, as she was consumed by the bane at mention of the undead.....she had always wondered, how one could be dead, and not.....the white ladies were truly dead...but they were spirits, ghosts...but teh vampires were not such as they.....*Have ye touched one? Are they really cold to touch?* The darkling gazed at you like a small child waiting for a story from its mother....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian’s laughter only increased as Darkle tumbled through the air with appreciation for his tale, a rich sound despite being grated by a throat scarred by his life. His enjoyment of his own deeds as her approval sobered a little, his laughter fading as she asked the question. He nodded, “I have… a few, in fact.” Had she not see the bite on the back of his shoulder? Perhaps not… Shifting the leather strap of his bag over his chest a little, he paid attention to the path again, though with the trees parted for their passing he was in much less danger of tripping…. Unless, indeed, they could move and thought it fun to fling him onto his face. “Cold, aye,” he nodded a little again, “They are… or rather, I guess they are the same temperature as the air… most of them. My best friend as a child… he was half…” Sebastian’s eyes remained on the ground as he spoke, feeling some sadness for the parting, “Is… I assume he lives still…” he corrected himself. “He was always cold… skin and spirit… except when moved by some strong passion, it was like he was stone… Not all vampires are like that though, he was just… weird…” Sebastian smiled a bit.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... As she listened, Darkle could see an image of your friend....and wondered if she would ever meet a vampire...*Well..I have met..umm..fomrii pods, and a Sluagh, and a Redcap, and Orcs, Nightflyers..........and...* she glanced to you, laughter just brimming out of her, rolling through the air...*and I have met Sidhe...* The laughter burst out fully now, filling the path and surrounding woods with lightness...*Aye, I have met many Sidhe...and theyhave met me.....* The lil one tipped over , hanging head down in the air, holding her belly as she was laughing so hard...*I think they are worse than any of the other things I have met....* Darkle righted, then looked around, checking over her shoulders and all around them...*Ummm..there aren't any around, are there?*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He turned his head to glance at her as she listed off creatures she had met: none of those he had met save the sidhe. His eyebrows rose as she broke into barely controlled laughter, not knowing the joke until she explained later. Chuckling then, he made an exaggerated check of their surroundings. “Don’t see any, little one… But I guess that doesn’t mean they aren’t around…” he chuckled again. Turning back to look forward down the path, he realized they had closed much of the distance between themselves and the star. It now loomed, a hauntingly beautiful orb, just ahead. “Why think you that?” he asked, “Of Sidhe… I only met the ones who pulled me here… and the queen. The one with the spear seemed most unfriendly… but other than that…” he smiled, “Most of them seem--” They were in the glade surrounding the pond now, the ethereal glow reflected in the water, shimmering as wind brushed the surface. Sebastian stopped and stood in awe, forgetting his train of thought completely.

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~Silwen Cromvathar~
Seelie Sidhe| Lady of Nature|Troll Caller

~ It is by Warfare That the Soul Grows Stronger ~

Tuatha Dé Danann
Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... *most of them seem....what?* The voice was silken, but when you turned to look, you would see the tall blonde Sidhe ye had met once or twice before.....but with a frown that belied the dulcet tones...The Sidhe was dressed in wildly colorful clothing, her long hair cascading down her back, shimmering like spun silk, the azure eyes flared up with outrage...she had overheard Darkle's impudence, and it showed....*Darkle..so, ye've met Sidhe, have you? And grouping us with Orcs, and Fomorii pods?* The tricolored blue gaze fixed on teh both of you, glowing and glittering like sunlight on the surface of the ocean...

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Paths / Roads of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is travelling on one of many Paths / Roads in The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Darkle nearly choked as the Silwen seemed to materialize beside them, and she turned to give you a glance full of dismay ...*Ermm...Silwen...I only meant that the Sidhe were as great and fearsome as those other...things......* She darted up and back, hopefully out of reach, knowing that if Silwen really wanted to catch her, she would....*Silwen, this is Ash...he is from Enchantica...* The darkling didn't mention that he was a werewolf, figuring that if the Cromvathar wanted to know, she'd ask....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian blinked and turned his head to look at the golden-haired sidhe, arrayed as though in rainbows. He chuckled a little because her appearance had proved him right – that just because he had not seen them did not mean they were not around. “Nice…” he finished honestly with a smile, “They have been to me, anyway…” Except Frost… but he had already mentioned him as an exception, being the one who held a spear when he was pulled into the hedge. He glanced to the little one who had been caught in her insults and then smiled at the sidhe, “At least she didn’t group you with humans, aye?” he jested, his tone affecting as though they were worse by far than Orcs or whatever those other things were. Naturally, he angled himself so that he stood between Silwen and Darkle, though the demi was above his head technically, as though to protect her although he was capable of no such thing… Perhaps he could have put up a fight as wolf or just before, but now he was, in a term, weak. He smiled as he was introduced and bowed his head slightly, his brown spiked amber eyes remaining on the sidhe, in respectful greeting. “Nice to meet you, Silwen…” his hand loosed from the strap of his bag, but as it had when it met the queen for the first time, he hesitated in the beginnings of the motion to offer it… Fae didn’t really shake hands and he knew that.

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~Silwen Cromvathar~
Seelie Sidhe| Lady of Nature|Troll Caller

~ It is by Warfare That the Soul Grows Stronger ~

Tuatha Dé Danann
Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... The sea-colored gaze slid over to you now, although Darkle would know she hadn't been forgotten.....You would feel the Sidhe's force as she gazed directly into your eyes, gauging.....and then, a small hesitation as your hand reached to her....Silwen had noticed the way you had moved between her and the wee one...and even though she knew ye couldn't protect the darkling against her, Silwen respected the fact that ye would try, even knowing, as ye must, that you could not stand against her should she make a move...and so, she reached out and clasped your hand within her own, and the trees around them sighed and shivered, raining a delicate flurry of green over the small area....*And likewise, Ash. Welcome to Annwfn.*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian was still while she stared into his soul, or so it seemed, and tried not to blink. He looked a bit surprised as she took his calloused hand, but smiled at the warm welcome she gave and grasped hers in return. “Thank you…” he bowed his head slightly again and then loosened his hold, contemplating the feel of her skin – smooth as silk and delicate, yet he felt great strength not wholly expressed in her grip. Bringing that hand up, he dragged his fingers up his forehead, combing his hair out of his eyes again and tucked it behind the half-bitten ear. It would not stay there long, strands began to slip free almost immediately as they were too short to be held there. His hands pressed into his pockets now to keep from fidgeting, glancing up into the living trees. All trees were alive, he knew… but these just seemed to be more so than usual. He had felt comfortable with Darkle, not particularly at ease with the queen but her manner was obvious to him… this sidhe he did not know and felt awkward because of it.

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~Silwen Cromvathar~
Seelie Sidhe| Lady of Nature|Troll Caller

~ It is by Warfare That the Soul Grows Stronger ~

Tuatha Dé Danann
Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Silwen gave you another look, then stepped past you, smiling radiantly at the demi Fey...*Darkle, come to me, little one...* Her eyes were glittering, shards of silver and a darker blue splintering the soft azure as she watched the wee one hover just out of reach.....*Perhaps I should bring Breg down...* The words were spoken for the demi's benefit, and casting a hurried glance up at the sky, which you would not understand teh reason for, Darkle flew close and settled on Silwen's outstretched arm......*That's better, wee one....* The Sidhe frowned then, thunderclouds on her face....*You will not disrespect the Sidhe of Annwfn, Darkle....and we will not disrespect you in return...* The Cromvathar laughed then, for she had been at the dark court with Darkle, and well knew how big a part the darkling had played in Frost's release...She turned to gaze at you now, the look in her eyes telling you that she had been playing the whole time....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... His shoulders shifted a bit beneath her sharp gaze and then he turned to watch the interaction between her and Darkle. Sebastian made no further chivalrous gestures as he doubted the sidhe actually meant any harm to the little one, though he wondered who the threatened Breg was. He imagined another sidhe, maybe it was the one of fouler disposition he had met before being swept into the hedge. Unsure, he almost recanted his doubt as Silwen spoke firmly to Darkle, but then smiled as he understood she seemed to just have a very dry sense of humor. Shifting his boots a little over the grass, he looked then toward the star hanging above the pond. He remember well its allure as it led him through the hedge and into Tir Na nOg. Its grip did not seem to be so firm on him now, though it was undoubtedly enchanting and its glow soothing. Stepping a little away from the faeries, he moved to an ancient willow whose fingers dangled into the water. Glancing back at them, he smiled to show he was not shunning them – he just wanted to sit down now. Darkle at least understood he was in the process of recovery, though he did not know how much exactly she did understand… it was likely she knew as much of werewolves as she did of vampires. Sinking down among the curved roots, he removed his bag and set it in a crevice beside him, then patted the thick root against which he leaned to thank the tree for providing such a nice place to settle down.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle listened to the Sidhe's stern words, unafraid, for she knew Silwen was too gentle to hurt her......and when she was done, the darkling hinted that she wanted to go sit near the Wolf, black on black crawling in the depths of her eyes....at the Sidhe's nod, the wee one flitted across the gardens to teh tree, sliding down teh trunk to the ground beside you...the demi was confident now that the wolf was pretty much gone, and so did not expect that ye would do her harm.....leaning back against the tree, the darkly Fey watched the slowly glittering star, suspended in mid-air over the Queen's pond......It throbbed with color, rays of this color or that reaching out into teh atmosphere around it.....peculiarly soothing, it was, with all color spectrums radiating from the star as it seemed to rotate in place, there above the water..it was a call, it was, and Darkle could feel it thrumming through her...and hoped that teh Dream would feel it too...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian smiled, tilting his head up, as Darkle fluttered over to him and chuckled lightly as she slipped down the trunk. He glanced back toward the sidhe and smiled at her as she disappeared into the trees to do… whatever it is that sidhe do. For a moment, he enjoyed coming up with ridiculous possibilities based on silly children’s tales… like teaching the trees to dance and sing. Turning his gaze back to the little fae, he showed a soft smile and then followed her eyes to the star hovering above the pond. “It’s beautiful…” he uttered softly and then shifted a little as he settled more comfortably between the roots of the great willow. Resting his head against the bark, tilted toward his right shoulder so that he could see both the star and Darkle, he released a long sigh. The peace of the forest, the soothing light of the star, the gentle lap of something moving in the pond that he could not quite see: it was therapeutic. He laid a hand over his stomach; it would be perfect if he did not still feel ill…. And if he could share it with his mate. “Do you live here, then, little one?” he asked after several moments passed by in silence, “…around here?” he added, as he did not necessarily mean this grove specifically.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there,
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... The darkling's glance flicked to you for a moment, then back to teh Pond...not so much the star but the water itself attracted her attention now, for there was something swimming in there......Darkle's wings hummed , and she rose into the air, buzzing to where the creature swam....*What, oh what, could it be?* The bane was at work in the wee one's mind..although not as bad as Feawen's bane, it was bad enough.....she hovered there, over teh mysterious shadow as it glided just beneath teh smooth surface of the water.....and then, a squeak, and the darkling sprang backwards, if such could be said to happen when one is in mid-air....the shadow sprang at her, jaws wide, shiny sharp teeth glistening in its mouth, arrayed in rows......mouth wide, it sprang at her, seeming to close those mighty jaws around the slight form..and then....and then, the monster fell away, returning to the water of the pond in droplets and spray....and in the distance, laughter could be heard as Nightwen peeked from behind a sheltering tree.....*That'll teach you to talk down of the Sidhe, wee one...* The Darkle hung there, sputtering, then gave a shrug...for she had been caught dead to rights and couldn't complain....looking back to you, a little sheepishly, the demi answered the question so rudely interrupted...*Aye..I live here now...here, in Annwfn* She gestured in all directions, spinning in place....*All of Annwfn is my home...*

[jaydedeyes]

. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian watched with lazy interest as the lace-winged fae flew out over the pond, apparently seeking what was pushing the water about in gentle waves. He jerked up straight, back pulling away from the tree, when the large - was it a fish? It was not quite like the fish Sebastian had watched or eaten – thing mistook her for food. Halfway to his feet, though without an actual thought process as to how he would help the fae, he paused as she emerged perfectly whole and the fish returned to the pond… which must be deeper than it looked to hold such a creature. Touching his fingers to his chest, above his heart that beat quickly with the momentary alarm, he turned his head toward the laughter and smiled with both relief and appreciation for this… rivalry was it? Melting back down to lean against the tree, he nodded a little as Darkle answered his question and smiled. His yellow-tinted gaze darted around the grove as she gestured inclusively and then settled again on her. “Now…?” he questioned, “You lived somewhere else before?” Laying his arm on the raised root between him and the water, he leaned on it and thus toward her, showing his interest. He was curious about her and faeries in general for a few meetings with several told him so little.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *I wandered...I am a wanderer...* The wee voice, silken, flowed over the gardens now, aimed in the general direction of the Sidhe but unobtrusively, before Darkle faced you....*Aye..I am a wanderer...until now...there are more of my own kind here, and everyone is Fey.....safe, for us....safe for them too....* Ye would know of whom she spoke, without asking - as you had your own problems with the mortals....*Once I lived in an Unseelie Court....not the one that took the Frost, but like that...and the demi Fey were treated badly, looked down upon.....I came into my powers one at a time, and left...* The darkliong paused here, a strange light shining in her eyes, they glittering like obsidian jewels....*They laughed at me, they did...no such power had been granted by the Goddess for as long as any could remember...and I will not be laughed at...* Ferocity showed in those strangely glistening eyes now.....*I am useful, I am...and worthy of respect, even as they to whom I give it...even if there aren't many*..A smirk , and the voice continued, caressing teh air, curling to your ears and into your mind.....*I came here, and Feawen took me to the dark court to help get Frost back....and she didn't even know me really...but I didn't let her down, and now..I will stay here. This is my home.* A nod of the fair little face, tiny arms folded over the little one's chest....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He smiled at her answer: he, too, had been a wanderer before settling down in Enchantia, after he was bitten. And indeed he understood what she said of safety for that had been why he drifted and why now he thought, when next the queen sought him out, he might ask if he could return here every moon… and if perhaps he could bring his mate with him. That his own suffering was less was wonderful indeed, but more so… everyone else was safer with him here. Sebastian did not know about Frost’s kidnapping, nor even for sure if that was the name of the male sidhe he had met once… though cold as that man was, it seemed to fit. Listening to her tell her tale, his mouth formed in a warm smile. “You called that power Lorelei, aye?” he recalled the term she used: he did not know of her other power, she had only mentioned that one to him. “That which… helped me…” he hesitated to think of which word was appropriate, going against tendency not to speak at all of whatever might have happened under the moon’s influence. “Useful you are,” he agreed with a smile, “I am glad you found a place to recognize that… My respect you’ll have always,” he added. Lifting his hand from the large root, he motioned toward himself, “If you will…” he qualified, for he would never presume to give a fae orders and then explained with a sheepish smile, “I can hardly see you over there…” Her tiny, black winged form nearly disappeared in the empty space above the water, blending it with the out-of-focus canopy behind her.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle flitted closer, lacewings thrumming, and settled on a large knot not too far from you....*Oh, aye...I call it Lorelei, and none can resist it....but it was more that I called the darkness to you, sang it to you, covering the silver light of Lady moon......It was the darkness that soothed you...Annwfn's darkness, and the power of Nocturne's star....* The wee one paused, eyeing you.....and if your mate came here, at that time of the moon, would ye harm her? Is she human, mortal? The Maeb would be the one to ask, when we meet her again , here at the Castle....ye cannot harm any here....but your mate, now, would be in danger unless I misunderstood ye?* The darkling rose to teh air again, remaining close so you could see her.......

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to •..:The Old RPer:..•:.... He showed a broader smile when she perched on the knot and laid his hand on the bowed root again, shifting a little so that he could look at her comfortably. But a moment later, he lifted the hand again and brushed the graying oaken locks off his forehead, tucking them behind his ears, exposing the bite that had taken half of the left one. Looking interested as she explained what she had done for him, he nodded a little to show understanding even though it was minimal. Sebastian straightened a bit as she spoke of what was in his mind, for he had never said aloud even that he had a mate. He was tense for a few seconds, though did not feel the angst or suspicion he might if a mortal had suddenly referenced things she should not have known. Too, it felt odd to hear her called his mate aloud and by another person – he used the word in his head as a joke, but had never named her such in voice… in fact, now that he thought about it, he had never called her anything but Emerald to anyone else, claiming no ownership or belonging in giving her such a title… though certainly he had expressed it in everything but word.
“She is… like me…” Sebastian explained, tilting his head a little as again he avoided direct mention of the haunting curse. He dropped his gaze to the root, rubbing his fingers over the bark, “It is almost certain we would harm each other…. normally…” his shoulders twitched at that uncomfortable thought. Given the nature of werewolves, it was likely any confrontation between them under the moon would result in one or both of their deaths. The fact terrified him and particularly that he feared he would live, as he had through every other encounter with man and beast, all of which perished under what seemed to be a particularly strong strain of lycanthropy… for how else had he managed it?
“But I wondered… if here….” his voice softened. It was terrible to have to be apart during the most vulnerable part of their lives, sick with fear when it was over that the other did not fare well either during the moon itself or the time of exhausted weakness afterwards… wandering about in the woods… He recalled cleaning Emerald up after she had meet brigands and barely escaped… His index finger pulled back suddenly and snapped off a small piece of bark from the large root. He looked a bit startled and then turned his head to look up into the weeping leaves of the willow, “Sorry…” he murmured even though it was doubtful the tree even noticed the small chip. Flicking his brown and amber gaze back to the little fae he forced a smile, “I don’t know… maybe we would clash… But still, I could ask if she might be allowed to come here… instead of me…” he said hopefully. If both of them could not be spared, at least he could perhaps secure an easier time for his mate.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *There are many here, I think, who could help if both of you were here, Ash..* The small one nodded emphatically, dainty arms still clasped over her chest....*You cannot harm us here, nor anywhere really...but here, Annwfn's magic will help soothe the silvery light away......and there are Frost, and Feawen, and the Maeb...and Ani too....and others who could keep you safe, here in our land...we shall ask the maeb, when next we meet her...for in truth, ye are the first of your kind to be welcomed by teh Queen....* Darkle's multi-black eyes fairly radiated with enthusiasm as she spoke thus, the shoulder length hair fairly flying around her, glowing like an ebon halo, the black aura shining with moving colors, glimmers really, all the colors and shades that were hidden in seemingly simple black... *You know, I felt your pain, when ye shifted...I can shift too, and it always hurts.....*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian’s shoulders shifted a little, “I would not want to require some of you to babysit us…” he said earnestly, regretful to be a burden to anyone, “I..um…” He fell silent as she reminded him the rare favor the queen seemed to have of him; of that he still did not know what to make. He released a slow breath and shifted to be leaning his side against the gently sloping trunk and directly facing her as she hovered there in front of him, aglow with a dark aura. “Heh….” He could not think of a proper response to the fact and cast his eyes down for a moment while he crossed his arms loosely over his unsettled stomach. Lifting his gaze as she spoke of her empathy, he smiled slightly. “You too?” he tried to say with a light bravado, but the memory of it was still all too clear. “What do you change into?” he asked curiously.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *No babysitters here..nuh uhhh....* The darkling shook her head back and forth energetically....*but you and she could be ....eased....as ye were, this time around...* The voice seemed larger than the wee one's body could account for, and a laugh flowed over you now, moving past on its way to the gardens...*I don't change into anything...just a bigger me.....but it hurts when it happens, and again when I return to meself... *....Mostly I just stay like this....* The wee one shrugged delicately....*Does your mate know you are here?*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He chuckled lightly to her response to his babysitters comment, though the sound dragged a bit as he was still unsure about being a nuisance. His smile bloomed a bit as her pure laugh washed over him and he relaxed a bit leaning there, cradled by the tree’s large roots. “That hurts?” he questioned, brow crinkling slightly with concern. He had seen Anian take a larger form… or rather he had seen the fae at human size, Anian had not transformed in front of him and now he wondered if that was why. To her question, he shook his head a little, “No… I was taken as I was heading out to change… she would expect me back soon, though…” A slight edge entered his voice, that of wishing to see her and know that she was all right and to show her he was, too, so she did not worry. But she likely had not come back yet herself, so asking to be shown back to Enchantia and shunning the queen’s generous invitation did not seem wise.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Oh aye, Ash...it hurts..it hurts indeed, not too different from what I saw happen to you, I think...I grow to the size of a human....my wings disappear...and sometimes, I postpone returning to my true state because of the pain...* Darkle laughed again, thinking to herself that she was such a baby....*Besides, I don't like losing my wings, it makes me too slow...*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian showed an expression of empathy as she described the situation, but smiled when she laughed. “I would think adding a hundred extra pounds would make you pretty slow regardless…” he chuckled, “Clumsy, too… If Ani’s a good example…” He smiled again and shifted his gaze momentarily to the shining star before returning his attention to Darkle. “Your wings are fascinating… ‘twould be a shame to loose them…” he agreed with a kind smile. He lifted his hand and held it somewhat shyly out, palm up, “May I…?” he requested. While they were flapping, it was hard to truly look at her lacey wings. “I’ve never seen a pair anything like these….”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... the darkling eyed you for a moment...*Ani is clumsy? * She laughed at this, trying to imagine the graceful Fey.....clumsy.....*I am never clumsy*..She snorted...*I am always graceful....with or without wings...and you are quite right....they are special....* The wee one eyed you again, speculatively...then settled on the outstretched palm, lacewings stilled ...*Just be careful...they can tear...if someone ripped them from my body, they would grow back..but it would be a fearsome injury...* The darkly eyes glittered at you, her magic ready even though the tiny Fey did not feel a threat from you....but when one was so tiny, one always had to be ready.......

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian laughed, quite understanding why she had trouble picturing Anian as ‘movement challenged’, but he did seem to have trouble navigating his body sometimes when it was human sized. “Of course you are,” he agreed readily to her proclamation that she had no such trouble, though perhaps the way one might with a child insisting one thing or another – however, he did not doubt her. He smiled as she gifted him by settling on his hand, “I promise to be careful,” he nodded a little. His craftsmen’s hand was quite steady as he drew her a little closer to his face and suppressed his breathing to a shallow stream through his nose so that he was not blowing what he was sure was foul breath over her. Eyes equal parts sienna and amber examined the black lace, though he avoided sticking his nose right up to her as he was sure that would be unnerving. Slowly, he lifted his other hand and hesitated a moment before he touched the fingertip of his index finger to her left wing as delicately as he could manage. It was his hobby to carve wood, particularly driftwood which required a lighter touch, and he had found sporadic employment doing so for buildings and the like, so he had pretty good control of his movements. He chanced to speak, turning his head away so she would not be washed with the scent of the wolf’s dinner come back up. “Do you feel that? I mean… does your wing have feeling?”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Yes, it does....* The demi Fey gazed directly into the dual-toned eyes as she spoke....*Feel the veins...they are like flesh...they ARE flesh, pulsing with blood and life just as teh rest of me....they are an extension of me just as these...* She reached down and grasped one of your fingers ...*Just as these are an extension of you....* The Darkle straightened then, posing proudly...for the Fey were vain, the demis no exception...indeed, they had a right to be, as they were beautiful, each race in their own right....goblins, trolls, sluagh, nightflyer, Sidhe, demis...all had their own image of beauty....and Darkle was beautiful among her race.....*All of me is filled with blood, and life...and magic, Ash....*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... “Heh,” Sebastian smiled a she confirmed the fact and he wondered what it would be like to have wings, and more so to have something like these that seemed so fragile. He chuckled lightly as she grasped his finger and more fully when she struck a pose. Gently, he closed thumb and index finger on either side of the tip of her wing, being very careful not to squeeze or pull and tried to feel the pulse of blood within… but it was hard to separate from the feeling of his own. Releasing after holding for only a few seconds, he brushed his fingertip along the side of her wing and then withdrew his hand and straightened a little. He left his other hand as it was, letting it be her choice whether she stayed there or moved. “So I see….” he smiled and combed his hair away from his forehead, going through the futile motions of tucking it behind his ears again. “You glow…” he told her with a soft smile, “Not like…. That star there,” he indicated up toward it with his chin and then settled his gaze on her again, “But… I can almost see it…” he smiled, “Maybe it’s more of a feeling… I don’t know, I can’t tell here…” he grinned a bit sheepishly.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle preened.....and posed anew...*Of course I glow, 'tis my magic...* The wee one's voice drifted over the garden as she turned and twirled on your upturned hand.....* Black is not just black, ye know..it holds every color , every single one...and when the shadows come, they look black, but they aren't...not really...but only some can see the colors roiling in them.....like at dusk, when the sky turns purple and lavender, or the fire at sunset.....and then the blackness comes, and...devours them, eats the colors and holds them for itself....the dark is soft, it is..full of color and life...like me....* She preened again, raking impossibly delicate fingers through blue-black hair...*The Unlight though...there's no color there...none at all....* The darkling stopped then, a tiny hand over the rosebud mouth, eyes suddenly alert and serious....for she hadn't meant to speak of the Unlight......

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He laughed, amused by her preening and twirling. Careful to keep his hand steady, he leaned back against the tree again and then rested his elbow on the root rising beside him so that he could maintain the platform for her without much effort. “Like you,” he agreed, chuckling. She was quite the enchanting figure… if you go for the six inch thing. Blinking, he tipped his head curiously, “Unlight…?” That was something about which he had never heard. He could tell by her body language that she thought she had said too much, “Are you not supposed to speak of it…?” he guessed and then glanced over each shoulder, looking around…. Though, the last time he had done that, there had in fact been two sidhe around so he trusted not his gaze and the rest of his senses were too dull at the moment to tell much. “I won’t tell…” he assured her, though he was quite curious as to what it was… and more so because of the apparent taboo on mentioning it.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle stepped from your hand and began to hover, blacklace wings thrumming, humming more loudly than the hummingbirds which darted about the Tir Na nOrg....*The Unlight*, she whispered, so that ye could barely hear it...* The Unlight, is where I send things sometimes...bad things...* She darted a little away, then back...*Like this, kind of...* The wee one pointed, and a nearby rock disappeared , seemingly into the inky-black shadow that suddenly appeared, blanketing it.. ...She lowered her fingers, and the shadow vanished, leaving the rock intact, as if the shadow had never been...*Those are my shadows, Ash...but the Unlight..if I sent the Unlight out...the rock would have just been...gone.....just gone, as if it had never been....* The tiny Fey dipped her head, almost as if ashamed...for she had endured much taunting in that dark court... *There has never been a Fey like me before....even the Sidhe take notice...*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... His eyes remained locked on her as she hopped off his hand and beat her wings so quickly they hummed and he leaned foreword a bit when she began to whisper so as to better hear her. It always seemed like there was cloth stuffed in his ears after the sharp auditory sense he had ramped up to as the wolf. No sooner had his eyes found what she was trying to show him than it was gone and he blinked several times as she then made it appear again as though the object had been cloaked in a shadow with no source. After a moment longer staring at the reappeared rock, he turned his gaze back to her. His hand lifted with the wish to lift her chin, but she was so small he was afraid of hurting her with what was meant to be a compassionate gesture, so he held back his hand. “That is surely a talent to be proud of…” he said softly, “Unique and powerful as it is…” He did not know very much about magic, unable to use or sense it himself, but it was common sense that said making something truly vanish, not just the illusion of it… and in fact sending it somewhere as she seemed to be describing was a great power. He would have liked to see it demonstrated, but assumed there was a reason she had not and so therefore did not ask.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle saw the look in your eyes...a look of curiosity...and so she pointed to a mere pebble on the ground, not far from your feet, but not close either...she had learned to be careful as she had come to know herself....The darkling looked, to make sure ye were paying attention, then raised that tiny, delicate, terrible hand a second time...again, inky blackness appeared, crawling over the ground, flowing over the little stone, enveloping it in a black-velvet maw....then, wordlessly, the wee one lowered her hand..and the darkness was gone...and the pebble was gone along with it.....no motionh, no sound had accompanied its disappearance..it was just gone....indeed, there was no sign that it had ever existed....not even a mark in the earth upon which it had rested.....*I sent it there, Ash...I sent it to the Unlight....but I can call it back...if I don't. it will just be there for eternity....alone....there is no sound there, in the unlight..no light, no color, no taste, no touch...just endless...nothingness, Ash...* The darkly one gazed at you, glittering eyes opening until the black on black that slithered in their depths was plainly visible to you...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He followed her hand to the stone, glanced back at her and then watched. His eyebrows flicked up as the darkness vanished and the stone did too – even more impressive, the grass on which it had been sitting was no longer bowed even as it was right beside where he had recently stepped. Sebastian stared a moment or two longer and then returned his gaze to the hovering fae. “You have been there… this unlight?” he asked, naturally curious about a void… something that did not exist in nature. Or at least, he thought it did not. It sounded like an awful place and his stomach turned to think of any living being existing like that… or his stomach writhed on its own, but nevertheless, it was an unsettling thought. The life to which he had sentenced himself after being bitten had seemed bad – shying away even from bonds of friendship, never staying anywhere longer than a few weeks… especially as he was a social person. But this unlight… seemed far worse than the Catholics’ talks of hell.

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[jaydedeyes]

Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle looked at you....*Noooo..I have never gone there....but I have brought someone back from there...and that is how they described it...* Her face fell a little, as she tried to imagine it...an immortal, floating in that black velvet nothingness, for all time.....and a shudder traced the tiny form......* Only bad things go there, Ash...*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to †Elessar Telperiën.†:.... Sebastian nodded a little as she said she had not in fact been there and then frowned. It seemed troubling to him, that any one being should have the power to hand down a sentence like that. Not that he had any inclination that Darkle did not take the use of it seriously, it quite seemed she did. Still… whose definition of ‘bad’? Many considered him to be evil or that all vampires were, Orcs or Drow… And certainly he had met truly dark people… but what could someone do to deserve life in a void? A serial killer perhaps? …But then, that would include him. The premature creases of his brow furrowed deeper as these thoughts floated through his head, but then he shook his head and tried to push them aside. Releasing a breath, he rubbed his chest and tried to smile at the fae and thing of a way to change the subject… but nothing else came to him except, “Seems a foolish thing for the Unseelie Court to have abused you so…. Heh, it seems they could have made good use of you…. But I am glad they shunned you… For here you are….”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *They didn't abuse me, Ash..*.The wee one smiled...*They just didn't value me... and I am glad, in a way...because it led me here..to my real home....* The blackwings hummed , and Darkle rose straight up in the air and somersaulted, clowning around for you, wanting to take that frown away...she lowered suddenly and peered into your eyes..the yellow had faded again, slowly it was disappearing into the sienna color of your human eyes......*How are you feeling now? Are ye hungry..?*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He smiled slightly, “You said they laughed at you… I would call that abuse… for it was unjustly done.” Leaning back more comfortably and resting the back of his head against the bark, he watched her aerial acrobatics with a pleased smile, a few laughs sprinkled as she looped and tumbled. Those thoughts were dark and he was quite happy to be distracted from them. Blinking as she came close to his face, he resisted the urge to flinch and showed a softened smile. “Better,” he assured her, though what exactly he was comparing himself to was vauge, with a little bit of a nod, his head remaining against the trunk, but his smile faltered a little at the thought of food. “But, uh…” his hand moved subconsciously to hold his stomach, “I don’t think so… Maybe I’ll try later…” He moved his hand up to push his hair out of his still paled faced again. The full moon had been easier on him, truly, but he would still not be cured of it in a single day. While in his prime, it usually took two or three days, now it was taking closer to five or six and he would look ill for several of those. The yellow pigment, too, was taking longer too dissipate it seemed… that he had not realized until last month when Emerald had pointed out there were still a few streaks on the second day after. Undoubtedly it reflected the growing mental instability he was suffering – the wolf was rearing earlier and he was having a harder time managing the control he usually maintained, though nobody yet had known him long enough to really recognize that. Too, he had been making it a habit to leave town earlier. He formed a smile to the fae’s concern, though, “Don’t worry about me, sweet one… I got food here,” he gestured to his bag, “When I want it…”

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle nodded...*Maybe ye should try a drink from the Queen's pond, Ash....mayhap it will soothe your belly...* Darkle turned in mid-air to stare at the pond...the crystal waters held no monsters now, as Nightwen had had her little joke....but this water....this water , she thought...was clean and pure, more of an elixir than just water....it was blessed by the essence of Faerie...The dark one related these thoughts to you, moving excitedly up and down in the small space in front of you....and then, she began to sing the darkness to you, covering you from the still-silver light of the moon,....just because,....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... His first reaction was that drinking from stagnant water was a big no-no: his mother had been a nurse in the castle where he grew up and drilled several things like that into him that he still considered golden words even though his werewolf immunity had protected him from all disease and at least lessened all poisonings. Then he realized not only was it idiotic for him to worry about getting sick, but it was a faerie pond and the queen’s no less… If darkle suggested it, it was probably quite safe and indeed could be medicinal. If nothing else, his mother would have said he was foolish not to have drunk anything after being sick. He chuckled as the flood of her meaning confirmed his thought process. “All right… all right….” He made a ‘calm down’ motion with his hand as he voiced concession. He smiled with a bit of a laugh as he dragged himself from the comfortable nest of willow roots and moved the few feet to kneel at the pond’s edge.
Turning his head, he glanced at her as her voice poured over him, causing a shiver to run through his body… though not in a bad way. Cupping his hands, he bent over the crystal water and gathered some up in his calloused hands. Raising it to his mouth, he sipped the cool liquid – water, and yet almost sweet. His stomach squirmed a little, but then eased as the water bathed it. Taking a second handful of water, he drank that as well, and a third. Looking at her again he smiled as he wiped the drips from his chin. “Thank you… for the suggestion… I think you’re right…” he smoothed his hand over his stomach, not minding that the residual water soaked into his white shirt some.
Easing sideways off his knees, he reached for his bag and settled against the furthest sticking part of the large root that came up to his mid-back. Setting the leather satchel in front of him, he flipped open the flap and immediately, though only slightly, recoiled as he uncovered a bit of jerky and the scent hit his nose. Grimacing a little, he moved it aside and removed a days old loaf of hard bread instead. This seemed a much better placed to start than trying to warm his belly up to meat again.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... The singing changed, from darkness to a lilting melody of pure joy, as the water worked its soothing magic...Darkle continued the song as you moved back to the tree and pulled the bag open and took a loaf of bread out....as you began to break pieces off and eat, she nodded approvingly..the bread would help to settle your stomach even more, and ye would feel better and better....*Ash...* The voice was inquisitive now....*Ash, do the people in your home place know that you are wolfen?* Most Fey would not be so direct...but Darkle was who she was..and what she was..and one of those things was direct....she lowered to teh root nor, perching Indian style at the top of the curved knee against which you leaned, lacewings folded, chin cupped in fragile hands as she watched you....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian smiled at the cheerful serenade, looking up at her as he closed his bag again and moved it to his side. Used to the wolf’s strength, it took him a moment to apply enough force to tear the thick-crusted loaf in half. Finally, though, he set on half down on top of his bag and then fished some of the softer bits out of the middle to try first. He waited a minute or so before deciding his stomach seemed okay with this and continuing, for indeed he was hungry being quite empty. Chewing slowly on a bit of crust, he looked at her when she asked. Truly he did not mind directness and, in fact, much preferred it to riddles or round-about ways of talking… it was just that it was a subject he had kept closely guarded for a long time. To stall for a moment while he finished chewing, he held up the bread so that she could tear off a bit for herself if she wished – he had not brought much extra, but how much could a little fae eat? And it was rude to eat in front of someone else without making an offer to share. Swallowing, he nodded, “Some, yes… People I work with have guessed… there are other creatures who I am sure can recognize my scent, too… but none have confronted me.” He smiled a little; it still made him nervous to think of other people knowing his big, dark secret… but so far everyone had been accepting of it, which was why he had settled in Enchantia after ten roaming years.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... The darkling refused your offer of bread with a wave of a delicate hand and a thank you...but she ate little, and not always every day...and just wasn't hungry......she listened intently as ye explained about the people in your adopted city, and the other creatures....and nodded....*Then, you too have been lucky....* She knew what it was like to wander , and hadn't particularly liked it......the wee one looked at you curiously....*Is the wolf there, inside you, all the time? Or only when the moontide pulls?* Darkle had never met a wolfen before...and could hardly contain her curiosity..but ye hadn't seemed to mind the questions so far...and so she asked...

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... He smiled at her refusal, he had not really expected her to take any: he never saw any other fae he had met eat…. Though he had been there for Anian’s first introduction to alcohol, the thought of which was why he chuckled a second or two after she waved away the offer. The fae had not gotten drunk or anything, his exclamations were just funny. “I have,” he nodded to the statement of luck. Tearing off a strip of crust, he munched on that while he thought about how to answer her question. “Always…” he finally answered after swallowing. “As the moon cycle progresses… it pulls more of the wolf to the surface… So that now, it is almost like I am human again…. but near the full moon… I have trouble controlling it…” He admitted this to her because she had seen that for herself and indeed if he was going to come more often, he needed her and any others to understand he did not mean to be irritable with them. Reaching up with his left hand, he rubbed his eye as he knew the amber of the wolf’s eyes must still but there though he did not know how much, then he brushed his hair back behind his half-bitten ear.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... * I believe that it went easier for ye here, because here, ye are a part of nature and not against it......a creature just like any of us.....* There were many different forms and natures among the Fey races....and to Darkle ye were just another creature, even if ye were human half the time....

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to DarkleFae of Unlight:.... Sebastian looked at her and nodded a little bit as he considered what she said, “Maybe…” He really did not know; the ways of faerie were a bit beyond his comprehension and seeing himself as natural was a hard leap to make. He took a deep breath and then ate a little more of the bread before he stuck the rest back in his bag. It seemed best not to press his system even if it did seem to be handling this much well. “Whatever it was….” He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs a little, not sure why he was sharing this. “I was still there… Usually, it’s like I’m stuffed in a chest and can only get a few fuzzy glimpses through the keyhole….” His eyes were focused on the ground as it was difficult to talk about anything related to the activities under the moon. “This time… I was still there… I could… I don’t know that I ever got full control… but I could reign it in… a little…” Again, he took a deep breath and rubbed his stubble-covered jaw, staring at the grass just beyond his knees. It had taken a lot of effort to do that and he was not sure he would have been able to calm down enough if not for the fortune of the red deer. Given that he was having a harder and harder time controlling it while he was human, he was not sure how many more times he could do it… Then again, perhaps it had all been the magic of faerie and less his own triumph… there was no way for him to tell.

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Darkle
Fae of Unlight | Lorelei

~ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming ~

Annwfn - CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Darkle listened, trying to imagine what it must be like......she had seen you, struggling to assert control, while she ahd been distracting you with the birds...oh aye, she had seen it in your eyes....and for that, she thanked the Goddess and respected you....because as far as she could see, it would have been so much easier to just let the wolf win......

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