:: The Way of Old Shall Never Die -- An Iron Fey RP ::

woe is us! sigh....

Guys, I'm breaking the rules and making a character without posting a form atm because I have no time whatsoever. This is what she looks like. Her name is Cirra. She's like a wintery Scarlett O'Hara. She's a princess. Kind of like a Mab with less of a temper. She doesn't get mad, she gets even. Deal.

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Cirra had just beheaded another redcap. Why? Because she found it amusing. Also, the soup she had ordered him to bring her was cold (of course it was, it was Tir Na Nog), but it also lacked salt, which she despised. "Someone dispose of this." She called through her door as she kicked the poor redcap's head aside. An ogre lumbered in with a basket and a mop. Cirra regarded him with disgust before turning back to the human she had strapped to a chair in front of her desk.
"Sorry the soup's cold, darling." She set the bowl before the human man who craned to get a look of its contents. "Eat up, dear." She unstrapped one of his hands. The man, who hadn't eaten in four days, consumed the bowl of mush within seconds.
After tossing the bowl aside, he regarded Cerra with a crazed look. "Now... where were we?" She stepped around the chair, stroking the man's shoulders as she leaned in close. "You're going to do something for me." He man shivered at her touch, immobile with fear. "You're going to find out what the little conspirators are up to, aren't you?" The man didn't respond until her hand closed around his throat. He nodded frantically as best he could while choking. "Very good." She smiled coldly. "We're going to go on a little trip, although you'll be needing a change." She released the man's throat and stroked his cheek gently.
Slowly, painfully, the man transformed into a newt, which she promptly picked up and shoved into a shoulder bag. "Perfect." She proclaimed, slinging the bag over her shoulder. Let's go on a little trip. She strode into the halls of the Winter fortress. Fey of all forms shrunk away like freezing daisies as she passed. She gave them no further thought as she slunk out into the courtyard.

The presence he sensed moved no further, though he could feel it's fear, it's glamour throwing off waves of disgusting terror and uncertainty, making a cruel smile form on the corners of his mouth. But he didn't go to attack the Faery, and instead turned his back on it, black cloak snapping in the wind as he studied he landscape around him. He knew that as well as supporters of his cause, he would likely meet those who sought to tear him down, but that would be fine. He didn't care much for living any ways. With gleaming eyes and a dangerous grin he waited. One was here, but already was proving themselves useless, he had no need for those who were ruled by fear, who clung to life. The unseelie cursed feeling, and anything other than coldness, and predatory instincts were preyed upon. He would wait for those who would serve him on his mission. He wouldn't fail. Not this time.

Cirra glided smoothly across the courtyard. She didn't try to remain inconspicuous, nor did she keep her head down. In fact, she gave herself airs as she marched through Tir Na Nog. No lesser faery would dare to cross her. She was infamous at court for being cruel, merciless, and easily offended. As she neared the edge of Tir Na Nog, Cirra reached into her bag and removed the newt. She released it into the forest after whispering a few words into its ear. She then shifted into the form of a magnificent white wolf, her cold, amber eyes glaring sharply at everything within range. Cirra trotted further into the trees in search of the one who was holding this "gathering of destruction."

He heard her coming, just as surely as he felt the coming of a winter storm, which wasn't too far off its mark when he was comparing it to the Fey who was striding closer and closer. Both silent, both seemingly innocent at first glance, both incredibly deadly if underestimated. A smooth mask slid over his face, removing all trace of emotion as he Princess neared, quickly sliding to a kneel as she appeared. "M'majesty." He purred appeasingly, not looking up until he so felt like it. "What d' I owe this pleasure, surely a knight such's meself nought deserve a visit from the likeness of yerself."

Cirra's glittering amber eyes flashed in what might have been cold amusement as she rose to her full height. Smiling in a way that insinuated no good will, s he let her fingers brush the top of Kian's head as she motioned for him to rise. "My dear, I think we both know you were never truly bestowed that title." She looked him over, searching for signs of deceit, which she was quite adept at noticing. "I hear a gathering has been summoned by your request. I simply wish to know why.... And perhaps participate of your agenda suits mine." Cirra had heard of plots against the newly formed Autumn and Iron courts. She had not yet decided whether such plots would aid her or her queen, ABC was very interested in finding out.

He rose, looking at her. "I serve the Queen and yerself to my death, 'tis enough for me t'call meself as such." He cracks a cruel grin and rests his hand on his sword. "Away from the Court, at least grant me th'wee satisfaction of calling meself by the title." He chuckled darkly. "humor me, m'lady." He didn't let it slip, the slight wound to his pride. To do as such would have had the Princess on him like a leech, looking to cause his demise. "Have ya now, my, and I thought meself to be rather sneaky." He clicked his tongue, though he wasn't worried. He had intended this, had planted the seeds to get the Princess to come to this spot. "A Princess join? M'lady, am I ta believe I have pique yer interest? How delightful."

Cirra regarded the so-called "knight" with moderate disregard. She'd never liked the sidhe, nor trusted him. He was a crook, a manipulative thug, although a very, very good warrior to have on her side. She would not anger him as much as she'd like, for fear of losing what he could potentially offer her. He was a good fighter, and a natural leader. If he could spike a revolution, who knew what other plots he could convince his followers to carry out. "You have my interest." Her eyebrows rose with skepticism, "not my blessing, support, nor my participation until I am convinced otherwise." With a flourish of her hand, a fallen tree oozed into two gnarly-looking stools. She perched on the edge of hers. "So, Fraud Knight, how do you plan to take down two of the most powerful courts in existance?" The iron kingdom had proven to be powerful and deadly to the fey of old. They were nearly impossible to extinguish due to their deep roots in the mortal realm. The Autumn court, however, ruled by the Summer scum and her treacherous former half-brother, while powerful, were still nothing but a bunch of misfits pretending to be true fey. (I feel really weird talking about Glace and Mia in a bad way because their story was so beautiful but it wouldn't be a story if someone didn't attempt to tear them apart...)

right? I'm like, no stop trying to destroy my beautiful kingdom but also... destroy it ))

"You wound me, yer 'ighness." His eyes gleamed and he sat with her, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, gazing up at her over his touching fingers. "Yer interest is all I truly need." Leaning back he looked around, knowing that none were around but the scared beast back towards the front of the Glade, but that mattered not to him. "From the very inside." He cocked the side of his mouth up, his silver eyes so light they were nearly white, showing his pupil in stark contrast. "You have 'eard of the wretched welp Miako and 'er bloody King have 'ad?" He spat their names, bristling. "The Autumn filth will be the easiest to take down, but if all goes to plan, the Iron Kingdom will bow ta it's knees fast enough."

Cirra's interest peaked further. "Are you suggesting we stage an infiltration?" The idea was logical. Glacien and Miako had gone soft to anyone with a plight similar to theirs. If enough "refugees" could infiltrate the court, they could tear it apart from the inside. "The autumn and Iron courts currently have an alliance..." The gears turned inside her mind as she put the pieces of his plan together. "With a new flood of members, the Autumn would believe themselves to be at their strongest. With a larger population and a strong ally in Iron, they'd let their guard down." Cirra rose from her seat, rubbing her hands together with a predatory look on her face. "What if that alliance was then tragically broken... They'd destroy each other without a finger lifted from us." Her eyes snapped back to Kian, an excitement gleaming in them now. "Do you have the resources to carry out such a plan?"

She was damned smart, he'd give her that. He liked it about her, if he could truly find anything to like. He let the gears turn in her head, letting her figure it out before chuckling. "Don't think me upstream an' without a paddle." He showed her a snarl of a grin. "Who do'ya think sent that stupid bloody redcap, don't think the bastards to smart to come up with no brilliant uprisin'." He sat back, his long hair tumbling across his shoulders. "I'm waitin' for me followers now, m'lady. Question be it, are you one of 'em, or am I to be fightin' off the might of the Winter Court the entire time?" His voice was unconcerned. A knowing purr. He didn't think he'd have any trouble from his own side.

She gave him a tiny look of amusement, remembering for a moment the fate of the redcap he'd so graciously sent. "Off with their heads." she murmured to herself. The amusement was quickly followed by anger with a twinge of indignant pride. "I may support your movement, Oaf." Her voice sliced the air like shards of ice. "But I will not follow you blind. Nor will I bow to you or take orders from a crook such as yourself." She let the full force of her anger show, as she was the one with rank on her side. "Do not underestimate me." He was growing too cocky, too sure of her support. It was time to tear him down a little. "Need I remind you what happens to those who attempt to cross me..." She thought fondly of her basket ogre, the one who always retrieved the heads from her bed chamber. While Kian was the mastermind behind the revolution, she would not hesitate to end him if he displeased her. "I'm sure you will attempt to manipulate me by any means possible." She spat with contempt. "But remember, in your greed for power, one word from me to any of the leaders will be your end."

OOC: Look who's back.. Lol

Ooc: Yeah Olive was super busy for a while, she's travelling a lot for ice skating stuff. I'm waiting to reply until either you or wolf post so we can get things rolling *vibrates* ))

Should we have our ppl appear now? With the princess still there?

ooc: if you want! It's not a "private meeting" besides, if the princess doesn't want to be seen, she can disappear LOL ))

ooc: So Missy, would you like to start and I can come in and we go from there? I can't post big for the time being though. I've gotten myself a job you see, and it's like a dream come ture!

Elise had bandaged up her leg, it was almost completely unaffected and healed thanks to her speciality in herbs/medicine. When she was younger, before her dangerous and spy days, she had traveled the wyld. Explored almost every nook and cranny of the never never, finding the right flowers for healing wounds. The right plants for poisoning people. The only problem was that her magic, her glamour was pretty much useless any where but home. She was Iron court, her strongest around Iron. This disadvantage had gotten her into a lot of trouble every now and then. Running into red caps, nymphs. Other fey who were older, wiser and more powerful. Life or death situations some would say. But in the end it only made her stronger, tougher. More Durable. She regretted none of it and was thankful for the fact that the winter court had a certain kind of tree with healing properties. As long as you knew how to use it correctly.

Snapping out of her own mind Elise quickened her pace, her leg sore as she began to come closer to the sound of someones voice. She could tell it was Winter court being by the accent and the way it didn't shiver such as she was currently doing. Elise's red paint was gone for now, red would pop out and draw to much attention. For now she wore all white an blue. Her skin was pale and marble like a doll which only helped her blend into her surrondings. Her normally brown dread locks hair was pinned to a tight bun on top of her head. Streaks of white through it. She looked almost Winter court. At least to any young Fey or other beings. Only someone who looked closely would notice she wasn't quite right. The only thing that stood out was her almost black and copper colored eyes. There was no changing those.

Elise came into the opening where the male fey was talking. Her eyes cast at the ground as she forced herself to walk properly, to try and match what any other fey around here would act like. "They say men who talk to themselves are one of two things." Elise came closer, her not noticing the princess yet as she was still focused on the snow beneath her feet. She had assumed there was only one of them, since she had only heard a singular male voice. "Crazy... or brilliant."

OOC: Sorry, I know my post sucked dick. :(