Edge of Darkness - Powered by vBulletinEdge of Darkness - Powered by vBulletin
Ended
Watch

Fall Discussions

35308
THREADID
48
POSTS
1 - 10
DISPLAYED
Page 1 of 5 1 2 3 4 5 Last
  1. #1
    Terri Nutkins's Avatar
    Description

    Terri's Mask is that of a petite, cute woman with vibrant red hair that has black streaks throughout. Obviously athletic, her natural demeanour is friendly and she always tends to have a smile on her face.

    Her fae mien is akin to a red squirrel. She has a long bushy tail and ear tufts that poke through her hair. The black streaks are actually black feathers the are a part of her mien now,; a part of her noble order.

    Terri's powerful Mantle initiates itself as the smell of baking bread but brings with it the feeling of the Harvest, that time to take stock of the coming troubles.

    1
    PRE

    Terri hadn't known how to react to the news that had been landed on the Freehold from the king and queens of their community. For the first time in memory, all four of the Seasonal Sovereigns had left, leaving a huge power vacuum for the Courtiers to fill. As the Beast entered into the hollow of the Leaden Mirror, hidden within the backyard of Edna's, she couldn't help but feel that this was a time when the Freehold could, perhaps, show what they are made of, to step up and show that they were ready for the tough calls, to keep them all safe from those who would seek to make them prey, and to show unity in the face of adversity.

    Always the optimist.

    As Terri took a seat near to the gruel pot provided, she couldn't help but muse on not the Leaden Mirror but just who would take the reins of the other Seasons. It was definitely time for transition, and if anyone knew about change, it was the Autumn Court.

    Wearing a simple outfit of black and bronze, Terri crossed her legs and thought about all the changes she had encountered over the years, and how she had grown because of it; For better and worse.
    Steepscrambler/Truefriend | Mantle (Autumn) 5 (Smell of Baking Bread/Feeling of the Harvest)
    Presence 4 (Friendly)|Striking Looks 2 (Petite & Cute)

  2. #2
    S
    Saeyer

    Dressed in black jeans, a dark orange tunic and her worn blazer, Ava crossed into the Autumn Hollow. The fish-mouthed woman's habitually smiling face was quiet of obvious expression as she made her way toward the center of the refuge, cautious of the meeting that was about to take place. It had been hard for her to fathom, Ms. Jasons leaving in a such a way: so little notice, almost no explanation. But her trust for her soon-to-be-previous sovereign was strong, and if the Ogre needed to be elsewhere, who was Ava to argue. Nobody said she had to like it.

    More than resentful, the Scrivener felt a little bereft. She had once described Betony Rue Jasons to Coco as a fixed point in the Freehold, a sovereign people could go to for help both for matters of occult and when they needed a bed to sleep in, a place to call home as they got their feet back under them. It would be hard to fit those shoes, no matter who was chosen to succeed her.

    Her mouth pulled briefly into a smile of greeting for Terri, not especially surprised to see the squirrel back again. An uncharitable thought surfaced, finding the timing a little too convenient; a conversation just under a year ago about the former queen's desire to return to her throne had primed Ava to look at Terri's movements with a little extra salt. But, she would wait to see what the friendly woman had to say.

    "Terri. Good to see you." Despite any misgivings she might have, the Nix's voice was warm and sweet as ever as she settled into a seat near Terri.

  3. #3
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
    Presence
    (Quiet Confidence)
    Striking Looks
    (Mesmerizing Eyes)
    Autumn's Regalia
    (Autumn Mantle)
    Fashion
    (Contacts, Status)
    Mhairi Ankaa


    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
    Mantle

    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Autumn Queen Oath

    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    Mhairi hadn't yet visited the Autumn Hollow, but with the sudden disappearance of not one, or two, but all of the Sovereigns...Mhairi really didn't know what to think. The Queen-former Queen of Winter was the only one that Mhairi had ever met, and that was only for her to Pledge to the 'Hold. Mhairi didn't know if she should feel regretful over the Queen she'd never met and her leave-taking. Mhairi shook her head, catching sight of the orange colored hair clip-in streaks she added for the occasion. She stood outside the gate for a moment straightening her outfit; a bronze shirt beneath a black leather under-bust corset. Her legs clan in a pair of black skinny jeans, and her feet donned her favorite boots.

    Taking a fortifying breath Mhairi entered the Autumn Hollow for the very first time.

    Stepping through Mhairi caught sight of the squirrel-like Steepscrambler and the golden-voiced Nix. "Uh-Hi!" she squeaked, giving the women a quick, quicksilver wave. Wondering whether she should stand awkwardly in a corner, or sit somewhere, probably just as awkwardly.
    Currently Just a Simple Shade Shard~

  4. #4
    Terri Nutkins's Avatar
    Description

    Terri's Mask is that of a petite, cute woman with vibrant red hair that has black streaks throughout. Obviously athletic, her natural demeanour is friendly and she always tends to have a smile on her face.

    Her fae mien is akin to a red squirrel. She has a long bushy tail and ear tufts that poke through her hair. The black streaks are actually black feathers the are a part of her mien now,; a part of her noble order.

    Terri's powerful Mantle initiates itself as the smell of baking bread but brings with it the feeling of the Harvest, that time to take stock of the coming troubles.

    1
    PRE

    As Ava entered the hollow, Terri smiled back, completely openly. She had no qualms with the Scrivener and trusted in the other woman's role within the Leaden Mirror. In fact, Terri held a firm belief that Ava could one day....

    No. Prideful thought there.

    "You too,"
    she replied, her eyes watching as Ava took a seat nearby. The fragrance that flowed from the Nix settled around Terri, and she made a mental note of how she had grown since the last time they had met. "It's just a shame it had to be under such surprising circumstances."

    "Hey Mhairi, take a pew," Terri urged, her voice warm and welcoming. "Fancy some stew?" she asked, indicating the gruel pot nearby, which got her thinking again. Her head took in the hollow and all the work that Betony had provided to ensure the Hedge didn't creep back and recover what had been created. Another point to make in the meeting.
    Steepscrambler/Truefriend | Mantle (Autumn) 5 (Smell of Baking Bread/Feeling of the Harvest)
    Presence 4 (Friendly)|Striking Looks 2 (Petite & Cute)

  5. #5
    Morgan Bellanar's Avatar

    Morgan Bellanar

    2
    PRE

    Morgan was less then thrilled to hear that the Sovereigns we off to do...stuff. Part of her was dreading the possibility of the halo floating to her at some point now. She truly doubted that'd happen but intended to put her legs to good use if it did. She'd dressed darkly for her run to the Autumn Commons for the gathering: black Capri cargo pants, black sneakers, and a dark grey t-shirt without logo. Her jacket and backpack were ever present, just in case.

    She paused to eye up the Boarding House, wondering who'd take over after Betony left. Had that been taken care off? Morgan had helped with its stockrooms on occasion but had no idea about the rest of the running of the place. She hoped Betony had taken measures to see to it.

    Entering the Commons, the raccoon sighed in relief to see she wasn't the only one here. And was quite happy to see the familiar figures of Terri and Ava. She grinned and waved in greeting to them. She quickly started her rapid chattering: "Heh-hiya Terri! Hi Ava! G-g-great to see thee heh-here still." and she sounded genuinely happy too. Morgan then turned to focus on...well she froze and tilted her head as she looked at Mhairi.

    After a pause, the raccoon rubbed the back of her head and started chattering again: "Um...heh-hello new person? Um, if-if we met before I apologize for f-f-forgetting, heh-heh, hope-nay-I-nay-done-it-in-a-while."

  6. Likes , Forn Clakes liked this post
  7. #6
    Milo Chernobog's Avatar

    Milo Chernobog

    1
    PRE

    Would she scream when he found her? Would she beg for her life when he went to slash her throat?

    These were the questions that rang through Milo's mind like the beautiful song of the sirens. Though Milo felt no strong aversion or loyalty to Ms Jasons at this point, her departure opened a door for the Ghul's first Mark. No longer did the thief that violated their commons and their Queen's mind have a royal aegis to hide behind. The full ecstasy of terror was his to grace the Blighted One with before granting her the finality of death. A harvest of sorts was slowly creeping closer, and it was almost a year overdue.

    Milo approached the commons on foot, wearing his black leather jacket, running shoes, and jeans. Shadows lengthened and embraced him as colors retreated in fear of the beaming smile that crossed his features. As he crossed the threshold into the garden, a knife was detached from under his jacket and reattached to his belt in plain view for the court. While it wasn't his intent to intimidate, his switch from Fool to Ghul was not one he mentioned publicly, and the knife was the closest thing to a badge of office he had to show for it.

    "Good afternoon everyone!" Milo said, excitement oozing out from under a crooked smile. His eyes looked gleefully to the people he knew before settling cautiously on the unknown. "I'm Milo Chernobog, and you are?"

  8. #7
    S
    Saeyer

    "Yes, this isn't exactly a conversation I ever thought we'd be having," Ava admitted to Terri, hands clasped loosely in her lap. The statement was true and it wasn't, but she certainly hadn't expected this particular set of circumstances. Looking away from Terri at Mhairi's arrival, Ava sent a toothy smile her way and added a welcoming wave to the squirrel's words, silently urging the Elemental toward the seats.

    Morgan and Milo's appearances were both welcome sights, though she wasn't quite sure what the Fairest seemed so inordinately pleased about. Her gaze lingered on Morgan, though, as the chance to take care of some Council business also presented itself. With all the talk of titles and positions that was sure to come, there was an offer she had been meaning to extend. "Good to see you too, Morgan. Does anyone know if we're expecting Nathan Griffin ?"

  9. #8
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
    Presence
    (Quiet Confidence)
    Striking Looks
    (Mesmerizing Eyes)
    Autumn's Regalia
    (Autumn Mantle)
    Fashion
    (Contacts, Status)
    Mhairi Ankaa


    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
    Mantle

    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Autumn Queen Oath

    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    "Sure-ah stew would-ah be great!" Mhairi chirped, as she took a seat her fell-flame eyes darting every-which-way around the Hollow.

    Then when she excited bandit-masked beast walked in and freezes in her direction, Mhairi offers a crooked smile and another wave. "Uh-Hi! Yes I'm-ah new. Ish. I'm newish. I got here before the Winter Coronation..." the elemental frowns, because of well...Sovereign leaving messy-ness. "Anyway-ah yes. Uh-hello. I'm Mhairi. Mhairi Ankaa. So...um...hi."

    Maybe she should practice an into type speech, so there would be less..'hi's'

    "But-ah I don't think we-ah-we've met. I-ah think that I would-ah know-err-remember you. You're-ah memorable-in-a-good-way!" she squeaks, afraid that the new Autumn would take offence to her comment. "So-ah Mhairi Ankaa. That is me. And-ah you are?"

    But the raccoon's reply was cut off before it began by the arrival of another. Who was very pretty. Even as the colors bleached, and shadows deepened, he sure was...something.

    Mhairi knew she was staring, flushing she blinks her fell-flame eyes. "I'm-ah Mhairi. Ankaa. Mhairi Ankaa." she says. Choosing to keep with less words fearing the babbling tide of her words could take on.

    Mhairi falls silent, she's the newest Autumn on the block, and apparently this wasn't the whole Court, someone was still missing, and the elemental didn't even know that. So Mhairi thinks that she wouldn't be much help to the very, very important discussion to come.
    Currently Just a Simple Shade Shard~

  10. Likes Origins liked this post
  11. #9
    Terri Nutkins's Avatar
    Description

    Terri's Mask is that of a petite, cute woman with vibrant red hair that has black streaks throughout. Obviously athletic, her natural demeanour is friendly and she always tends to have a smile on her face.

    Her fae mien is akin to a red squirrel. She has a long bushy tail and ear tufts that poke through her hair. The black streaks are actually black feathers the are a part of her mien now,; a part of her noble order.

    Terri's powerful Mantle initiates itself as the smell of baking bread but brings with it the feeling of the Harvest, that time to take stock of the coming troubles.

    1
    PRE

    Gwydden hasn't been online for a couple of days. If we start the conversation, Nathan can join us when available


    Terri beamed as Morgan arrived, her nervous energy like a ball of excitement that was infectious. "Hey Morgan, glad you're okay."

    Then Milo arrived and immediately Terri noted a change in the dark Fairest, which wasn't only from his stronger connection to the Leaden Mirror. When he spoke, there seemed to be a confidence in his voice that caught the Beast's attention, reminding her of a time when he offered to take the position of Legate prior to Queen Jasons giving it to her. Maybe he has been developing himself for such another push, or maybe he saw this vacuum and simply wanted the Sovereignty for himself.

    "Milo, a pleasure to see you again," Terri replied as she poured some of the stew into one of the bowls left alongside the gruel pot, passing it to Mhairi along with a spoon.

    At Ava's question regarding Nathan, Terri shook her head gently, ear-tufts twitching. "I'm afraid not but might I make a suggestion? If we begin the matter at hand and then move onto other Court business, if and when Nathan arrives, he can catch up. Sound reasonable?"
    Steepscrambler/Truefriend | Mantle (Autumn) 5 (Smell of Baking Bread/Feeling of the Harvest)
    Presence 4 (Friendly)|Striking Looks 2 (Petite & Cute)

  12. #10
    Nathan Griffin's Avatar
    Nathan Griffin
    Nathan Griffin

    To human eyes he looks slightly taller than average, with a lean, athletic build. His brown skin gives away his Mohawk ancestry, complementing his equally brown eyes and dark hair. He displays a military-styled haircut, shorter to the sides, and sports a few scars across his body and a particularly visible one in the form of claw marks across his face and neck. A very intense scent of forest, a mixing of pine needles, tree sap, and animal fur, characterizes him.
    Mien

    Those who can see through the Mask observe black-and-white feathers to the sides of his face, that fuse seamlessly with his skin and hairline and close to his golden eyes. His teeth are unusually sharp, displaying fangs that are hard to categorize as belonging to a specific predator, although they most closely resemble a wolf's or some other canine's.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    The Hunterheart was drunk.

    Or rather, he had been drunk just a while ago. Now he was hungover. The taxi man had taken an eternity to wake him. He hadn't dared rob him either, he was sure, nor that there was anything to rob. There was an uneasiness to his step, a redness to his face that betrayed his earlier state. He couldn't help giggling a bit at that idea. Redness! He wondered if that was racist, not without amusement. Maybe it hadn't worn off all the way.

    Before meeting up with the others he took an almost empty bottle of water from his backpack and tried washing his face with it, with moderate success. His hands dug into the bag until they found and old, semi-wrapped mint. He stood there chewing for a moment, almost dozing off again. He forced himself up and slung the backpack across his shoulder again. He didn't think it would suffice, but there was nothing else he could do. At least he had put something on.

    "Hey there, everyone," he kind of stumbled to the nearest seat he could find and dropped his load to the floor. God, my head hurts... His tone was unusually mild. "Miss Nutkins," he tried for a smile, "long time no see. And Milo. Good seeing you here, pal. Yeah, real awesome. Great, y'all. What's...?"

    He realized his speech was getting slurred and shook his head.

    "Sorry. Hammered. Was. I'm better now. So what's today's order of business?" it did sound better, although it was still not very convincing.

  13. Likes , Forn Clakes, Origins liked this post
Page 1 of 5 1 2 3 4 5 Last
Closed Thread
     

Similar Threads

  1. R
    • 15
    • POSTS
    • Jun 14th, 2019
  2. R
    • 23
    • POSTS
    • Jan 3rd, 2019
  3. S
    • 59
    • POSTS
    • Jul 19th, 2017
  4. Circle Group Discussions
    Teeramus
    Awakening
    • 23
    • POSTS
    • Jun 19th, 2015
    • 30
    • POSTS
    • Jul 2nd, 2009