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Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

The carriage moved with its muffled silence, isolated. The outside, harsh sunlight once so uncommon in these lands streaming down, motes of willow fluff burst from their stems, wandering through the day. Cloud shadows, drifting titans sliding across the ruined town, scrubbing away the memories of its past tenses. After a time the carriage hung into a turn, the sweat drenched horse clomping though wrought iron gates sprung wide on the road. A sign rusted around its white edges turned partly in toward their route showed Smith Art Galleryin letters many times traced in some color unmentionable. The tall wheels bumped over the exposed drainpipe that spanned the broken ground before the gate and the little fae sat bolt upright on Violet's knees, deep blue eyes opening, blinking. In a moment she hopped up and landed on the soft flooring, little bare feet flapping. She dashed up to the door crouching under the window, pressing her ear against the panel there, listening like a spy. The coach pulled around the drive of the two story building, a stately manor house complete with roman columns supporting the thick concrete portico, a single wide door still emerald green that stood half open revealing a shield-wall of doors inside their tall window glass halves dark. Three steps walked up to the raised porch and the coach pulled around into the grass leaving a generous swath of walkway up to the entrance before coming to an abrupt stop that seemed as much a surprise to the huffing horse as to Violet. The little creature giggled a cricket's cackle and rubbed her little hands together before gathering herself up like a waiter at a snooty restaurant complete with one arm folded just under her little breasts. A white dish towel hanging there would have made the image complete. She held up a single finger to signify the importance of what was to come and with a practiced gesture she reached over and gave the door a double rap, just a knock with her hand. The door sprang open in an instant, so fast it rocked the coach itself. The little thing laughed like a fiend hugging her tiny sides then looked at Violet as if to share the elation of the act.
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Violet peered out the window in puzzlement as the carriage pulled up outside the manor house. Somehow it wasnt what she expected. Shed assumed thered be some kind of settlement or city or maybe even a vast palace rising up over the treetops. Something magical and strange and otherworldly. I dont know a thing about these peopleor creatures, or whatever they are , she realized. She couldnt even know for certain that theyd sent this carriage. She was flying almost entirely blind. Violet smiled uncertainly as her little traveling companion capered about the floor before gesturing at the door, laughing altogether too much when it shot open like a cork, causing her to gasp. Right. Very funny, she muttered, peering out the opening and finally forcing herself up to her feet. Disembarking from the carriage with ginger steps, she stared up at the manor home and its row of off-white pillars. So far the Elland werent much for greetings. They could have at least had someone waiting. Violet reflected just how badly she wanted a guide or someone to give her some clue as to what was happening, what was expected. Even though theyd only been together for a very brief time, she missed the scouts more than she could say. At least they had known where they were going. Heading up the walkway, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called out. Hello? Anyone? Could you stop being mysterious even for a second? Violet could hear the frustrated tone in her own voice. Open by insulting your immortal godlike hosts. A brilliant start, V. Sighing, she walked up to the green door and rapped on it lightly. Hello? Please someone answer me. Im here to She swallowed, unable to complete that sentence. Im here.
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Violet turned at the sound of the horse screaming and her hands rose up to her mouth as the color drained from her face. She swallowed a startled cry but not a shudder as blood spattered the shiny blue carapace of the carriage. The poor tormented horse, terrified throughout their journey for what was now clearly good reason, did not last long enough for her to feel pity or sadness for it. All she could think as she heard the bones crunching was that shed been sitting inside of that thing. Shed been inside of it! At no point had she guessed it was alive, that it was capable of such horrifying violence. She was still watching as the remnants of the horse's entrails slithered onto the grass, only to be sucked up into the insect things maw, when a voice snaked its way into her ear. Any hope she might have had of putting on a brave face and making a strong first impression was gone. Violet spun to meet the voices owner with large hazel eyes round with terror. She couldnt find her voice, couldnt think of anything to say, as the autumn woman smiled at her with teeth like a strip of polished ivory. Ah. The, the horsethe carriage, it Her little companion chirped something from her shoulder and it served at least to help bring her back into the moment. Violet sucked in a deep lungful of air, her breath sounding quivery even to her own ears as she slowly released it. Im sorry, she forced herself to say as politely as possible. I just didnt expect She tried to push the image out of her mind, knowing even now the carriage was still back there, scuttling through the blood and gristle, devouring that unfortunate animals reminds. Th, Thank you for meeting me. The thought flitted through her head that the woman might have heard what shed said before while still thinking herself alone. Please, please, dont let me have offended them already. My people sent me here like you asked. I hope Im what you wanted. We only want peace with you, I swear. She realized of course she hadnt even discerned the most important fact and a slight flush crept onto her pale face. I mean, you are one of the Elland arent you?
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

The fae woman looked at Violet with a deep sympathy crossing her features like a cloud. Oh you poor dear. Where is your mind? What silly things have you been told? She said in a voice like soft summer, each word splashing against Violet, a sweet jolt of sound. The Autumn lady glided closer. There seemed no steps beneath the hem of her leaf trained gown. The scent of ferns and rain took on an exotic flavor when she was close, as if the whole world were narrowing down to just the two of them. Her face was milky and smooth with sharp cheeks natural touched with color, pink lips and a dagger edge nose. Forget what you have been told. She urged tipping her pointed chin downward slightly but keeping the focus of those deep black midnight eyes on Violet. Her voice was like standing in a warm rain and its sound seemed to sink into Violet's skin leaving a sweet feeling in its wake. It was what warm vanilla would sound like if it were not a scent. Know that you stand before the Summer Court of Dreams and Queen Caoilainn, Princess of Blossoms, Lady of Song, Baroness of Callings, the Chained Tyrant and Warden of the Punishing Flame resides on its throne. She gave that a moment to sink in, her dark eyes narrowing as the smile turned wicked, as if she hoped the string of unknown titles might strike even more fear into the heart. Then she went on. I am Etaine, Lady of Leaves Lost, Prisoner of the Summer, Countess of Breaths Stolen, Dream Shaper and Flesh Caller, and your guide. You must obey me in all things and I will try to help you give no offense. She said returning to her pained look of sympathy before adding Daunting. The little creature that had followed Violet out of the carriage peeked over her shoulder, two full blue eyes beneath a flare of golden hair rising straight up like a signal fire. Etaine noticed and gave her a short hiss. She hopped up onto Violet's shoulder and grabbed a handful of hair to steady herself, then returned a tiny tongue stuck out with clear malice aforethought. Etain's light russet brow's ticked upward. You seem to have made a friend already. That vermin is a knock. It is very good at opening things, doors, bottles, rib cages. If you plan to keep it you should take care to feed it or it will open everything it can reach. She said lightly. But she was clearly unmoved by the irascible little thing. I imagine that you have questions? Did you bring anything with you from your caves?
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Violet felt captured in the warm sweet flow of the womans voice and the deep black pools of her eyes, an unmoored ship under the effects of a tide too strong to resist. There was little hope of remembering the string of strange titles shed just been given. All that lingered were the vaguely threatening words -- tyrant, punishing, stolen, chained, flame. When told she must obey in all things, that this woman would be her guide, she nodded numbly. That had been the very thing she wanted moments ago but now that it was here, doubt crept in. For all her sweet words and sympathetic looks, the fae did not seem like someone it would be wise to place her full trust in. But she had so few choices in the end. None at all really, when looked at plainly. She must try to please this strange woman if for no other reason than that the consequences of not pleasing her might very well destroy whatever chances she had here. Violet was surprised when the little creature from carriage peeked around her shoulder, tugging at her short hair, making faces at Lady Etaine. She had thought it might leave when they reached their destination. Now she was being told it had befriended her. Another friend she couldnt exactly trust, but she still felt a tinge of gratitude nonetheless. Better to have an uncertain ally than to be entirely alone. Not a lot. A toothbrush, some clothes, Violet replied, glancing down at the baggy fatigues she still wore. She ignored any implied insult in the word caves, determined to be courteous and as exact as she could with this strange imposing woman. As for questions, Id mostly like to know what your people expect from me. I wasnt really given any orders. I just Why am I even here? Why offer to speak to us and why through me? I'm nobody...
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Violet wasnt certain if the Fae woman was teasing her with the things she said or deathly serious. Lady Etain left her unbalanced between her enticingly sweet smiles and sudden flashes of frightening anger. She felt at constant risk of saying or doing the wrong thing, something that might shift the womans mood permanently to the latter extreme. Consequently, Violet said very little at all, following obediently in her wake, forced to listen as she hummed her frustratingly familiar tune. As the pair of them glided up winding staircases and through vast halls -- or less glided than scurried in Violets case as she struggled to keep pace with her seemingly weightless guide -- she tried to take in the various paintings they passed. The artistry seemed so detailed, so real, yet the subject matter repelled her in nearly every case. She could not understand why such beautiful rooms would be decorated with such appalling art, although it may have been just as well that this was the case. If not for the hesitation she felt at the images, Violet might have reached out and touched one despite herself. And she could she swear shed seen some of the leaves wafting from Etains train sail right into them That was impossible of course. Then again so was almost everything shed witnessed since the scouts had left her side. Violet despaired at keeping up with it all. Would Etain expect her to remember everything shed said so far? The autumn lady noticeably had not deigned to answer any of the questions shed asked her earlier. The womans help was very likely only going to be given on her own terms and upon her own choosing. So far the first Fae shed met had not harmed her, which was a relief, but neither had she done much to ease her fears. By the time they reached their destination, it was the forest march all over again. Violet was fairly certain she couldnt find her back to the front door if she wished it. At least the room itself looked normal though. She was relieved to see the furnishings were simple sturdy wood and that none of the grotesque paintings from the hallways decorated these walls. Thank you, she said quietly, running a hand over the bedspread as she stepped inside. Its very nice. It was a little. Disorienting, I mean. But Ill be fine now. Am I expected to meet with anyone else today? Violet was very tired, exhausted mentally as well as physically, not to mention filthy from her trek through the forest, but still determined to hold up to whatever her hosts wished and make the best impression she possibly could.
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Expected. Echoed Etaine, a wistful crossing her perfect face. I like the sound of that word, expected...expected. Then she turned her face back to Violet. Yes indeed, you will meet the Queen at the banquet. She said letting her dark eyes roam down over the rumpled fatigues. But those savage things will never do. Etaine shook her head letting her rich red hair swish around almost as if it were underwater. Your dress will never fit over those awful sacks. She reached out as if to touch the heavy canvas top before thinking better of it and pulling her pale hand back while making a soundless snapping gesture. I suppose they have a clever way of coming off? I could help if you need. She added suppressing a malicious smile into a dreadful smirk.
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

Violet watched Etain with a mix of caution and curiosity. The strange things the Fae said might have been charming, were in a way charming, but for the unease she felt around the woman. When Etain reached out to touch her shirt, she flinched and very nearly backpedaled. No, thank you, Violet replied maybe a little too quickly to her offer, trying to ignore her discomforting expression. I mean, Im okay. And they just come off like any other clothes Obviously , she almost added, but managed to hold that back, trying to remain polite despite the Faes strangeness. Disrobing in front of this eerily beautiful creature wasnt exactly something she wanted to do but she saw no way around it. She couldnt meet the queen dressed in dirty rumpled fatigues. Even she knew that. Stepping away from Etain, she quickly pulled the top over her head and placed it atop the bed. Then she sat down and unlaced her boots, pulling them free one at a time, followed by the drab baggy pants. Beneath them Violet was wearing just a simple white cotton bra and panties, her body pale and thin with small breasts and slightly curved hips. She tried not to look too self-conscious as she glanced back to Lady Etain. I could probably use a bath before I change, if thats at all possible. I spent the whole day running through the woods to get here She was also terribly thirsty and needed use of a restroom but decided it best to only ask one thing at a time from her host.
Thread: Across the Veil (NornSavant x Strangefate)

The Fae woman watched Violet shrug out of her fatigues with a wonder that might have been mocking if it were not so earnest. Just like any other clothes. She said to herself gliding to one side to get a better look at the pile. How unusual. I thought I spoke your language but you keep saying things that I just don't understand. The she raised her dark alien eyes to Violet. You seem skittish, coltish, frightened, but it is the Queen's will that no harm come to you. Unless someone is willing to pay a very dire price, none may visit ill upon you. And just as quickly her form flared into a whirl of leaves, a sudden and alarming rustling like some beast leaping from the forest edge. And almost in the same instant Etaine formed right in front if Violet, her leaves knitting together in a seamless bode and gown, a fall of sunset hair, one arm casually over Violet's shoulder and the other hand laid gently over her collarbone, a gesture away from the neck or the breast. Her breath carried the scent of rain, her touch was electric like a thin current of sensual fire touching Violet's nerves. Her pale face was close enough to kiss. I am rather a special case though. I have to see that you cause no offense and I have orders to acclimate you to the Queens wishes. I will have to change you according to the Queen's plans. Ahh ah. She tutted bringing a soft finger to touch Violet's lips. The Queen has such plans, for you and this whole world. But you are the key. You are the first piece of a puzzle that will change everything. And I want so much to devour you. Etaine's nose was just inches away, her dark eyes holding Violet hostage. But having seen what Queen Caoilainn was willing to do to the Winter Court of King Dubhaile, myself included... She shook her head breaking part of the spell, was her look fear, trepidation? I may not be familiar with your kind, but I know that these... She said running the finger from Violet's lips down her chin and to the strap of her bra leaving a trail of soft fire like a path of kisses. ...are still clothes. Etaine let her mouth drift a little closer to Violet's, she breathed out and her scent was a distant forest, dew and gray morning. The the leaves rushed again away from her, a sudden flurry that reformed into Etaine sitting primly on the edge of the bed. When you have disrobed, I will help you get clean and then see to your gown for the feast. She said as casually as if she had been sitting there the whole time, mercurial as thought itself.
Thread: A faithful companion (MLB x Cheshire Smirk)

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Thread: A faithful companion (MLB x Cheshire Smirk)

Dawn's fingers stretched across the sky, pushing the blankets of night away from the land. Had the creature been sleeping? Was it ever truly awake? It was impossible to know considering those blood red eyes never seemed to close, strange topaz pupils gleaming in even the darkest of nights. Three years now the son of Arono had been biding his time, for three years he had played house-cat and confidant to a mortal girl. Today was different though. Today plans laid long ago would begin to come to fruition. The Arch-daemon's instructions had been clear The girl must come willingly to the dark. She must learn to accept the demon seeds that were planted within the strata of her soul at birth. The great cat gave a thundering yawn before nuzzling it's face into Koralia's neck, answering her question in the most appropriate way possible for his role. Today was going to be a long day filled with silly humans scuttling and scurrying about the castle, cleaning and decorating just to re-clean and redecorate for the 'suitors' that were coming for Koralia's hand. The girl would be dressed and undressed, paraded around by hormonal hand-maidens until the 'most fitting of garments' were found. That little detail was something the demon had all intentions of not being present for. The laughter of humans, specifically giggling was one of the most maddening sounds in all creation. It was so funny listening to and watching the humans work in complete futility. The girl's fate was written in the king's blood and signed by his own hand and had been for nearly a decade prior to her birth. When would the other 'contestants' start to show up? Loud, rumbling purrs escaped from the demonic feline's throat as it slowly flexed it's claws in anticipation of what was to come. So many mortals, so many souls to steal! Even now that wicked panther was working out the details of machinations to come. This castle would become his sanctuary...His own little slice of Hell on Earth. I am so sorry it's so short. Work has been ass. My other posts will be significantly better C
Thread: A faithful companion (MLB x Cheshire Smirk)

So the games had begun. The demon hadn't quite anticipated suitors arriving so soon. The poor girl had to have her hopes let down slowly, otherwise she'd be an uncooperative brat for weeks to come. Vallios did his best to give a convincing loving nuzzle, even mimicking the idle tail-flickings of a complacent house cat. The demon's sleek neck leaned forward, eyes focused on the blue skies outside. Kora knew the routine. The late morning belonged to Vallios, and Vallios alone. The demon would catch up with Kora later in the day, once other matters had been dealt with. These matters were particularly pressing given the accelerated timetables the demon was working on. Infernal plots had strands so delicate that even the slightest detail was of the utmost importance. One graceful leap and Vallios had freed himself of the situation, landing with perfect balance on the open windowsill. A low, rocky growl was all the demon gave before pouncing out the window. In a matter of seconds Vallios made contact with the ground, having pounced from roof to roof of the keep's lesser buildings until solid, even ground stretched out beneath his paws. It was time for the morning hunt, this silly animal form required an obnoxious amount of exercise to stay useful. That and the Sundering required a level of calm that could not be achieved in the chaos that had consumed the grounds. Servants and maids dashed, dove and crawled out of the path of the feline that seemed hell-bent on escaping the grounds. Three years and they hadn't gotten used to the sight of a panther streaking out of the keep and out into the woods. Mortals never learned, did they? Then again it was probably difficult to deal with an exotic beast knocking over carts, scattering barrels and leaping through open windows and frolicking along the keep's fortifications. Now and again a fool guard would try to contain Vallios in hopes of winning some favor with the Princess, but they were all outsmarted, outstepped or simply outmatched. Any guards that managed to get a hold of Vallios got a brush with razor sharp fangs longer than an average man's hand. Not enough to do any real damage, but still enough to remove any foolish notions of heroism from one's thoughts. Better posts tomorrow, I promise! I generally keep myself to a minimum of 3 paragraphs but my muse is being a brat.
Thread: The dragon's hoard ( SweetTemp and Noodlesoup)

May didn't know it yet, but she was the first human to stumble across this cave in years. Stories of what horrors lived there had been told but the clever girl had never taken them seriously. Unfortunately for her, none of the stories even came close to what was abut to emerge. Awakened by the storm outside of his home was a rare occasion for Foromir and as such he wished to see how bad the storm was getting. Rising up from his pile of gold, the great dragon let the treasures roll off him in piles, stepping out of the spot carefully as to not damage them. He savored the heat of his home against the tough scales of his body, opening his eyes to the steamy surroundings. A pool within his subterranean cavern constantly boiled from a nearby magma flow and made it all like a sauna. Several burning stones around the cave provided the beast with light. Foromir, being a wingless dragon, lived in a cave near the ocean so he could catch fish or anyone fishing at the time. His tail was nearly twice as long as his body to allow him to grab things outside of the reach of his stocky, muscular arms. He made his way up the labyrinth of stone until he felt the heat of the earth disappear in favor of the cool of the outside world, making him shudder as his body adjusted to the new temperature. Soon, he was shoving aside the pile of large boulders he'd left in front of his cave to deter visitors, stepping out towards the rain without realizing he had company. Only when he was satisfied with his observations and turning to return home did he notice the tiny human sitting on a rock, looking terrified and shocked to see him. Foromir hadn't seen another human quite like her and leapt at the chance to trap her, his long tail lashing out and coiling around her as he moved closer. What are you doing here, human? He growled, the heat of his breath alone almost instantly drying her hair.