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High Lord: Aether | Played by Salem (Illyrian)

High Lady: Solfrid | Played by Written The Wolf (High Fae)

The main plot of this roleplay is between Solfrid and Aether. I'm too lazy to use fancy words for this right now so let me explain the best I can without those. Aether, the High Lord of the Night Court, and Solfrid, the High Lady of the Day Court have gotten engaged. For Aether, he did this purely so the Night Court would stop pressuring him to find a High Lady even though he's powerful enough to play both roles. For Solfrid, she does this as a power move to take over another Court. At the beginning of the week for the humans, they find themselves walking in Day Court territory and get caught by Solfrid. Aether, not being there yet, has no idea of this. The humans are kept there under the idea that they're guests yet they aren't stupid and they have at least a feeling that they're being kept there for some strange reason. They've been kept in comfortable rooms, but on the day Aether arrives there to announce the engagement to the Day Court with Solfrid, the humans have been moved into more of a prison and they're set up in a arena for the "amusement" of the Day Court. They'll have to work together to defeat beasts, with the help of Aether to feels a pull to help one of the humans. He keeps up the idea that they're engaged while trying to bring the Caite to the Night Court, which is safer for her. He'll need the help of his friends, the third and second in command to get as many humans at once since Aethers a bit of a softie after that. The plot will eventually change to include drama among the night/day court and to keep the RP fun we'll add in the winter court and maybe spring court as well later on.

Sabela | 554 | Spymaster (Night Court) | Mentions: Aether (Open)

Where are those wretched earrings!

Scrambling through her jewelry tray Sabela would frown, unable to find a pair of dangling orange glowstone earrings of which she enjoyed pairing with most of her intricately detailed attire. For tonight’s Cresent Moon Ritual she would wear an open back, turtle neck, long sleeved, form fitted, long black lace dress. The lace detailing contained swirls of the ancient language of the Illyrians telling tales of its history and upbringing. The sleeves thin enough to allow adequate airflow should she grow too warm and the open back giving her wings the much needed space to stretch and extend should she have to make a hasty exit. Tonight she would wear her hair up in a crown of braids that end in a relatively high sitting bun which remained pinned just above the nape of her neck. Small loose wisps of curly hair would dance at the sides of her face. She would additionally adorn a set of rings, simple yet delicate enough to compliment her long thin fingers. Beneath her snug fitted dress she would wear an even thinner leg strap holstering her beloved Mercurius, should tensions grow high for some reason.

Aha, there they are!

Finally finding the source of her frustration for the beginning portion of the evening Sabela would remove her primary set of golden studs shaped like stars and replace them for the dangling copper glowing stones which complimented her eye color showing flecks of a golden hue against their shine. Her following piercings would also be stars ending conveniently with a crescent moon. Her shoe selection for the event were a pair of ankle high velvet booties with a minimal heel containing intricate detailing of the Night Court territories. Taking one last glance at herself in the body mirror of her bedroom she grinned and made her exit. Containing the urge to blast out of her room in flight she would begin her speedy descent down the stairs eyeing Aether with a devious smirk.

“You clean up well my friend.” She would tease. “It feels as though it has been some time since we last had to dress up for an event.” She added. “I am ready whenever you are.” She would finally gesture, hoping her untimeliness did not count against her too much.

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Valerie | 24 | Huntress | Mentions: Matt and Caite (Open)

Val completely entranced by the deep sway of her hips matching the long strides of her dark grey dappled holstein gelding, seemed to be in a whole other element. The light drizzle which now left smaller droplets atop of her twin french braids did not seem to phase her. While visibility to spot game was slightly impaired given the amount of tree coverage in the forest and dark clouds which loomed above, Caite had managed to spot a game trail, or at least what appeared to be a game trail. Giving Matt a quick glance, recognizing his eyes falling upon her, she would give a silent chuckle toward him being launched forward at their unexpected pause. She, like her male counterpart, would also dismount her trusty steed. Giving him a warm stroke across his neck and tying the reins on a branch she would swing her bow, which rested at her side initially, forward and carry it in her hands. Her bolts would sit behind her right shoulder in a black leather quiver.

Today’s attire would consist of her dark jet black cloak and hood, knee high riding boots, dark brown form fitted riding bottoms, black front lace underbust corset, and an olive green form-fitted long sleeve blouse. Val would peer down at the trail growing all the more suspicious of it. Something seemed off, this trail appeared way too narrow for the standard game. She would frown, glancing back toward Matt who had seemingly taken a while to dismount and join the girls. Something was off and Val didn’t like it. Whether her facial features gave it off she would not know.

She would turn her body to face the right side of the forest while it seemed as though Matt would take charge of the left, naturally aware of her left-handedness. Caite kept charge of what lay ahead of the hunting party. Even the forest grew much quieter the further they entered. She would pause in her tracks awaiting for Caite to decide whether the group would continue forward and hold their position and deliberate their next move.

Sabela | 554 | Spymaster (Night Court) | Mentions: Aether (Dir) & Mattheo (Ind)

Following the High Lords compliment Sabe offered a curt nod of her skull in thanks. She could see him calculating as his facial expression shifted in thought. Finally hearing what had caused him to pause momentarily she offered a wide grin.

“There is no such thing as a bad idea, especially when it comes to flying. You do know even if there isn’t a reason to fly it never hurts to put your wings to good use.” She’d state, shaking hers as if to encourage him. “You do know that they do tend to have a mind of their own.” She’d add jokingly, rolling her eyes briefly, still grinning and meeting his gaze. She would stalk silently a bit closer and place a warm gently hand on his shoulder. “Even shadowing places gets boring so I surely don't mind flying, even tonight.”

Her open-back gown ended just above the beginning of her sacrum exposing quite a bit of her back but also complimenting her wingspan. While fairly shorter than Aether’s she appreciated them and would ensure to grace them with hints of crystals in areas much less sensitive to touch should any fae child grow a bit too curious and attempt to touch. It was common law for no one to touch an Illyrian’s wings, however it is a law that is generally upheld in Illyria, not many outside of Illyria are aware and therefore Sabela has had her fair share of curious children probing and prodding.

“Anyhow, enough chit chat, let’s fly! I am sure Mattheo is all grouchy considering we are not already there.” She’d further add, shaking her shoulders and hips playfully, before making a hasty leap of an escape into the sky above with outstanding speed and grace.