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    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
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    Allies
    (Street)
    R'lyeh

    New ID: Riley Rivers | Danger Sense | Direction Sense | Trained Memory | Trained Observer | Allies (Street) |
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, her hair continues to spill only halted by her triangular fox ears, popping from the side of her head.

    Miasma fur lay neatly with dirty glass & black ice feathers, with a trio of smog-smoke tails, easily seen now, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts more like tattoo now, withrows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.
    Mantle 1

    The feeling of sunbaked heat of a Summer roadtrip, paired with the wafting smell of gasoline from a roadstop.

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    Continued from (2112) Winter Coronation...



    She can hear her heartbeat. It's loud and she can hardly hear anything under the clamour. But she can feel the shortness of her breath, how it feels like she in a freefall while also feeling like she's been submerged into artic waters. Fear slicks her spine.

    The Dread Lord wanted to talk to her.

    "Um." she stammers, feeling like it's ringing through the thundering of her heart. "Yes-uh-okay-um-yes?" tumbles out of her mouth before she can stop it.

    She can feel-see her feet moving, taking her body towards the box of secrets which are interesting and she wanted. She feels herself breathe, the cold-warm air coming in and she swallows. She can nearly taste it in her throat-mouth and has to remind herself that she can't. It's not gone. But frozen-still. It can't devour-tear-taste.

    She blinks. Feeling-seeing-remembering the Autumn chill, and the leaves, and the Dread Lord waiting and wanting and - "....Hi."


    Xadun Rhodes
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour: | Mantle and Noteable Merits in Minisheet

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    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.
    Rhodes Scenes

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Flowering

    The Dread Lord follows unhurriedly, reaching inside the box and plucking a single piece of paper from within.

    "You're scared." It's a statement, not a question, and he doesn't turn to look at the elemental just yet. "Whenever we gather, I can hear it in your voice. See it in your movements. Cautious, fearful, watching. Knowing how to keep oneself safe, always ready to flee." Rhodes' mantle has died down so there is no breeze, but this close the half-snatches whispers can be heard. He looks at the paper, then folds it and places it inside his jacket, before turning and looking towards her.

    "Rlyeh, I will not tell you there is no reason to be scared. When we gather, we are an inviting target. Fear is old, possibly the oldest emotion, and it keeps us alert and keeps us alive. You feel that, but try to keep acting anyway." Emerald eyes, almost anime-large but with none of the levity, focus on hers. "Have you ever considered joining the Leaden Mirror?" he asks, a touch of a smile on his lips.
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

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    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex ●●●●●●
    (Nimble)
    Allies
    (Street)
    R'lyeh

    New ID: Riley Rivers | Danger Sense | Direction Sense | Trained Memory | Trained Observer | Allies (Street) |
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, her hair continues to spill only halted by her triangular fox ears, popping from the side of her head.

    Miasma fur lay neatly with dirty glass & black ice feathers, with a trio of smog-smoke tails, easily seen now, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts more like tattoo now, withrows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.
    Mantle 1

    The feeling of sunbaked heat of a Summer roadtrip, paired with the wafting smell of gasoline from a roadstop.

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    She is. Nearly always, and here is the Dread Lord, king of all those Fears great and small...asking her to not quite to join, but if she's thought to, during the Winter Solstice, John's Coronation. That....that says something. She isn't quite sure what, she doesn't know all the nuance's between the Courts, and their Kings, and - refocusing back, she's the palm of her hands with her nails, curled like fists, but not as tight. ​

    The Dread Lord is standing there waiting for her answer. What does she say? How do you talk to a King? The truth? A lie?

    "O-of course."
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour: | Mantle and Noteable Merits in Minisheet

  6. #4
    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.
    Rhodes Scenes

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Flowering

    Rhodes smiled. This might be easier than he thought. "Joining a Court is as large or small an affair as you make it. It is personal to the individual - only you can tell if a court is right for you. But when dealing with Fear... sometimes it requires assistance to initiate the process. To help one know that the Leaden Mirror will always accept the fearful, those seeking to live with their own fears. That those seeking to create Fear can only know how because they have known fear themselves."

    The Autumn King squares his shoulders. "Now, this is Winter's night after all, but after careful observation I wished to make sure you had given it some thought. I also wanted to understand why you were considering it. What you hoped to gain."

    He watches, waiting for her answer.
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

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    Saber Sloth's Avatar

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    Just wanted to put a big notice up! The Truth and Lie Box is open! Anyone that gave me their Truth and Lie, has received a Truth and Lie it's now time to find out which set belongs to which person!

  8. #6
    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex ●●●●●●
    (Nimble)
    Allies
    (Street)
    R'lyeh

    New ID: Riley Rivers | Danger Sense | Direction Sense | Trained Memory | Trained Observer | Allies (Street) |
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, her hair continues to spill only halted by her triangular fox ears, popping from the side of her head.

    Miasma fur lay neatly with dirty glass & black ice feathers, with a trio of smog-smoke tails, easily seen now, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts more like tattoo now, withrows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.
    Mantle 1

    The feeling of sunbaked heat of a Summer roadtrip, paired with the wafting smell of gasoline from a roadstop.

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    She's half thought-hoped-assumed he'd say some words and direct her towards a Courtier. Surely she doesn't deserve the whole of the Dread Lord's attention. Especially not at the Coronation - !

    She listens to what he says, and how he says it and she knows how she says things and and when she asks questions. She wonders, if anything he said just then was. A questions. Is the Dread Lord-Husband to Sera-Queen, ask questions? or just demand answers? Is this only because it's her Courtless-Stain-Gross-Bad-Wrong or is he like that with everyone?

    "....if you're an Autumn..." she begins like it's a hypothetical, "Dedicated to Fear...and surrounded by Fear....does that mean you're....." she gulps and wonders if this is a step to far, "That you're afraid all the time..?"
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour: | Mantle and Noteable Merits in Minisheet

  9. #7
    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.
    Rhodes Scenes

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Flowering

    Rhodes watched Rlyeh levelly for several moments, before smiling. "In asking that, you have shown my thoughts were correct. Doing something even if it causes fear in yourself."

    Misdirection? Absolutely.

    "There is no shame in Fear, but it does not mean one must share them with the world. Changelings are bound by their Fear, something we know as no-one else can. Autumns accept them, learn from them.... allow them to drive us and motivate us without succumbing to them. "

    He gives the Darkling another long look. "Think about it - you know how to reach me."


    The Dread Lord is about to step away before he looks back. "Oh.... I don;t suppose you had actress roots perfaps? Or a perchant for pineapple on pizza?"
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

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    Saber Sloth's Avatar

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    3 days left until close!

    (and sorry for my late replies!)

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    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex ●●●●●●
    (Nimble)
    Allies
    (Street)
    R'lyeh

    New ID: Riley Rivers | Danger Sense | Direction Sense | Trained Memory | Trained Observer | Allies (Street) |
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, her hair continues to spill only halted by her triangular fox ears, popping from the side of her head.

    Miasma fur lay neatly with dirty glass & black ice feathers, with a trio of smog-smoke tails, easily seen now, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts more like tattoo now, withrows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.
    Mantle 1

    The feeling of sunbaked heat of a Summer roadtrip, paired with the wafting smell of gasoline from a roadstop.

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    She squints at the King of Fear Husband to Sera. He says a lot and says nothing and she doesn't know what's real-truth-fact and what isn't. Is it the words said spoken loud? Or the signs she remembers knowing but now can't understand?

    She swallows, mouth suddenly dry, as the Dread Lord continues to pay her singular attention. Did he just want to grow his Court by one? Was there something about the Courts she didn't know?
    or did he want her?
    why? what for? preposterous!
    She settles into her confusion. But nods as the Fairest. She does know how to contact him. For a Changeling King, his contact information is surprisingly visible, and easy to acquire. She scratches her fingers-claws-nails on her leg and is reminded very sharply that she's not wearing her jeans.

    She feels cold.

    "....no....? I don't think I did. but maybe and no but also yes. I mean. it's food. I wont turn it down if it's there and eatable." she settles to answer the other questions because the big thoughts are too big and she's afraid which is okay, somehow, but she doesn't know if she trusts but she can trust safety-warmth-trust-wyrdstone.
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour: | Mantle and Noteable Merits in Minisheet

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    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.
    Rhodes Scenes

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Flowering

    He smiles, seeing how edgy he makes the Rlyeh. He derived a perverse pleasure from it, whether as Autumn or Fairest he never knew. "I understand. It is necessary, after all. Well.... good evening to you, my dear."

    The Autumn King swept away, looking around for a new target for his truth and Lie.

    I know this was short, but I really just wanted to sow that seed for her!

    Rhodes returns to the main thread.
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

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