#infernalxqueen

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     THE STRANGER BEFORE her was fae, but not fae.

     NOT IN THE way that Feyre knew them to be, anyway — certainly nothing like anything she’d ever seen in Prythian. There were some similarities, she supposed; they both shared that distinctive point to their ears, the same ancient, feral look in their eyes. But that was where it ended. The power emanating from this person, this INTERLOPER upon the seclusion of the Night Court, was something so wholly unfamiliar that it almost occurred to Feyre to be AFRAID. She hadn’t been frightened of the Fae in what seemed like an eternity, not in that small, helpless way that she’d once felt when she was a human — it had been hundreds of years since she’d been Made, and in that time, she’d learned there was far deadlier and malevolent out there.

     BUT THERE WAS no denying that whoever this was, she might very well pose a danger to Feyre’s own court, her people. What were this faerie’s intentions? The truth was, none of them could say, not even Rhys — much as she alerted him down the mating bond to get here, get here right now, she knew she couldn’t pull him away from his duties to help her deal with this immediately. Would he even be able to explain it? Amren might, she supposed, but . . . well, for now, it was just the two of them.

     AND YET, THERE was something . . . familiar about her, too. Had they met before?

     ❝ WHO ARE YOU? ❞ she found herself saying at last, drawing herself up to full height. She was High Lady of the Night Court, and she would not falter. ❝ I can tell that you aren’t from Prythian. What business do you have in Velaris? ❞ And more importantly, how did you break past our wards? she thought.

[kissofthemuses]

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❝So there’s no cursed treasures, no diabolical warlords?❞ Manon crossed her arms, sounding rather put-out by the notion. ❝What’s the point, then?❞

[vuulpecula]

      Aldarlan’s Assassin. The King’s Champion. Even though Fox was a few years older, she had always looked up to the girl, always wanted to keep her safe ( how it had hurt when she and sam left her behind ). When she learned of Celena’s fate, the earth itself could not support her rage. The calm before a storm. Fate kept them apart until now. Sliding down from a roof, she landed behind Arobynn’s greatest treasure, feet barely making any sound on the cracked cobblestones of Rifthold. 

      “I went to Endovier,” no greeting, only soft words. “I went to rescue you.” She had been too late. 

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The smell of blood lingered in the air, leading her heightened senses towards a figure, almost buried in the snow. Morrigan stepped closer, carefully examining her surroundings. But besides the howling wind and swirling flakes of white the entirety of the hillside seemed lifeless.  She had left camp in the early morning hours, begging for a quiet moment, a piece of the freedom she had so much desired. Far away from home and everyone she trusted Mor found herself more often than not lost in the great wild beyond Prythian’s borders. Lost in the swirl of places and faces, of smells and sounds -  Sounds. There was a sound coming from the body in front of her, a sign of life. A breath fogging the air. With a few quick steps the fae was besides the stranger, spotting golden hair, like her own, and lips turned blue by the cold. Her magic pulsed through Mor’s hands, warming skin and fabric, as she gently reached for the other. “Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”

[daadzi]

*pokes his head* can you even breathe if you're sleeping in food?

Ah yes, it had happened again. Thus was the case of someone who suffered from a sleeping disorder though. Could he really be faulted for something that was beyond his control?

In the eyes of the World Government: Yes However, that was for completely different reasons.

Easily roused from his sleep, Ace awoke with her query. Red eyes blinked slowly as he tried to process his current situation; was there any danger? No, not likely. If she was a marine, she would make an attempt to catch him while he was off guard and not bother waking someone so dangerous. 

He sits up with a soft noise, stretching back. 

As for her question: “Maybe I was guarding it in my sleep.” 

[vuulpecula]

      Upon the back of a dappled grey mare, it was easy to see the world differently. Especially when the wind blew a chill breeze from the North and sent crows flying. “Winter is coming,” Fox murmured to her companion from behind a dark hood. “And the world is changing before our eyes.” Even the horses seemed to feel it, as they stamped anxious hooves to get moving once again. In time a game would begin, one that would force them to choose sides and question all that they knew. 

      “Should we continue on or find a place to rest for the night?” 

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“ disturb the gods  ,  if that’s what it takes ” Aelin snorted, taking a deep gulp of her drink "Fuck up their world if you want" (Trish or Any other muse that feels like dealing with the sassy Fire Breathing Bitch queen 😂)

from the work of  amanda lovelace  ,  the mermaid’s voice returns in this one   (  consider supporting the author  ) .  pronouns  (  he , she , they, i , etc  )  &  tenses can be adjusted as needed @infernalxqueen

   Trish couldn't help but find her companion's little rant amusing because aren't they already fucking up the world that supposed god gave then? Heck if was damn near Hell on earth at this point. There was no returning to the old days now. Only can move forward with the destruction of this miserable ball of dirt and water.

”Hey, you are aware that we are already doing that. Though doesn't seem to bother any self-righteous God... Not yet anyway. Give it a few more years. If nothing then that shows no God cares for their so-called people.” A day she will be laughing her ass off on if she isn't already dead or in hell.