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Full name: Iokul Frosti/Jack Frost
Vivaldi - Four Seasons (Winter)

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Appearance Description: Standing at a mere 185 centimetres, while weighing in at only 85 kilograms, Iokul Frosti (aka Jack Frost) doesn't strike anyone as the ruler of any sort of nation. Being of limber build, with wiry muscles, he's not as an imposing figure to the world around him. That is, if you do not know him already. Many, seemingly, overlook this, marking him off as just another body in the circles of life. Unless you get near him, he is exactly as his appearance makes him seem. Normal.

Once another life form stands within arms length of him, however, they can see that he is anything, but normal. It is the glamour charm he has woven to mask his supernatural abilities from the world. When one is near, or strong enough to see through it, one is able to see the frost and a golden light that coats his skin like a second layer of skin or clothing. His eyes, a normal blue with hair of gold, from a distance, becomes crystalline sapphire, while his hair becomes purer than the whitest snow. The skin, of which he wears while in the presence of humans, has just enough pink to it to look almost human. However, upon closer inspection, his skin is actually a type of alabaster in contrast with his hair and eyes. Thus, when one looks upon him, one may only utter a single word to describe his beauty. Perfection.

There is another form to his self, however. One that will make even the greatest of men crumble in fear. When Jack is angered, he takes on his true form, Iokul of Jotunheim. Once this part of him has become unleashed upon the world, only a twist of the key will seal his wrath. His Jotun form is wingless, unlike his companion, the Queen, and most of their children. His skin becomes like shadow, while his hair shines as bright as the stars in the night sky. A long white beard attaches itself it a long and sharp featured face, with a hawk-like beak for a nose, and thunderous eyes that seem to call storms into being. The clothing upon the shadowed skin is made up of the hides and leathers of ancient Níðhöggr, an ancient dragon with brown scales, amber eyes, and large ivory antlers jutting from the top of their heads.

All physical weapons are conjured from his hands, but his most terrible weapon is his breath. With it, he is able to create monstrous creatures made out of ice and snow, as well as imprisoning his victims in an eternal block of ice that only the Queen of Light could melt. Heat seems to only shrink his form, however, causing him to become denser, less likely to perish under a hail of iron. There seems to be little that can stop this terrible form, which is why he wears a golden lock around his neck. It has been enchanted with the magicks of Spring, as well as Autumn, to seal his terrible self from the world. There has only been one key made for the lock, and this used to hang about the neck of his Queen, but due to the circumstances at hand, it now hangs about the neck of his lieutenant.

Height: 185cm

Weight: 85kgs

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: Unknown

Species: Winter Fey

Court [if applicable]: Unseelie

Role: Dark King

Abilities: Frost possesses the superhuman physical attributes of the Jotuns, but he is not nearly as powerful as he was in pagan times. He possesses extra-ordinary but not superhuman strength and has a resistance to conventional injury. His flesh and bone are far denser than similar human tissue; contributing to his strength and weight. His attributes are more akin to the Asgardian gods.

Powers: During the months of Winter, he has the ability to mystically conjure great cold. His touch and his breath can cause water molecules to freeze into ice. His body also seems to radiate cold temperatures, creating snow and frost to occur naturally in his presence. He can cause solid objects to freeze and conjure snow, but his powers are limited in that he cannot created snow storms. He can manipulate and control naturally creating snowstorms, focusing them on a target or magnifying their intensity. He can induce a state resembling frostbite in individuals where a person can seem frozen and trapped in suspended animation. Although his victims can be revived with heat, there seems to be a time restraint before his victims cannot be returned to life. He can freeze a person for a few hours and restore them to life with no ill effects, but he cannot restore a person who has been frozen for a period of time which they have reached a point of cellular damage. When the few months of Summer arrive, however, his powers shift from cold, to heat. His touch, aura, even his breath can cause the very air to catch fire. During this time, he can be seen as a malicious, even jovial, person who will start a fire just for the sake of watching creatures and worldly belongings turn to ash.

With any paintbrush, he is able to create a sort of hollow life. Not the sort of life that walks around today, but the sort that, once applied onto a canvas, and with a touch of his chaotic magicks, they can come to life. Unfortunately, these creatures only last for a set period of time. It is because they lack the essences of the Light Queen, that they cannot retain the sparks within their core. Once their sparks run out, they begin to disintegrate, and, as the last of them falls away, so too does the memory of their ever being created.

As with the Queen, Jack is able to manipulate Souls. He is only able to, that he knows of, steal the soul of a human with a single kiss. However, unlike his counter part, he is able to absorb the soul and make it last for as long as he needs it to, before going out and stealing a new one. To his surprise, the more mature a human is, the longer it lasts.

Preferred Weapons: Paintbrush and bucket.

Personality: Jack is a born entertainer and conversationalist. With no shortage of ideas due to his adventurous lifestyle and exciting life experiences, he makes an excellent storyteller, comedian, and actor. Basically he is suited to anything as long as it does not tie the life style down with too much commitment. He does not, however, like the fine details and mundane day to day routine, as it bores him and tends to procrastinate while letting someone else deal with the details. The performances he gives are very well in business matters, but are only at their best when it is crunch time. If now is the time for all or nothing, and there is a great deal at stake, nothing will get done. Crisis brings out the best in the king, as he performs best under pressure.

He is a well adjusted person with no emotional problems holding them back, and just wants to explore the world while not fretting about emotions and feelings. Others may be hurt by this lack of commitment, but he doesn't seem to care. That's not why he is here; only to gain wisdom, learn and explore. There are also the problems of finishing some projects once started; if it takes too long. He always seem to want immediate results and will move on to the next project if it takes too long. This is not because of laziness, far from it. It is from the motivation to move on is due to their hatred of boredom. Boredom is his only fear and instead of facing it, he will up and leave in search of something more stimulating. He is not an emotional person, but is easily hurt by a careless selfish action, however, he will not dwell on the hurt because it is a waste of energy.

Quirks:
Vain
Independent
Ambitious
Cold
Mischievous

Likes: Cold

Dislikes: Heat

Biography:
Little can be said as to how Jack Frost came to be the Dark King of the Unseelie Courts, but the running rumour is that he had been seduced by the Light Queen of the Seelie Courts. While others say that it was he who had done the seduction. However, the truth was far from the minds of the Courts, however, but because they had loved each other as equals, and not because of seduction. Beyond the errant argument with each other, they lived in relative peace with each other. It wasn't until the Queen of Light came into picture, steeling away the independent being of Winter, and, instead, placing him into a seat of power that would come to be her downfall. Those were happier times back then, to be sure, especially when it was his turn to host an extravagant party in honour of the coming season. The things he would create out of ice and snow would put even the most talented of humans to shame. With a single stroke from his paintbrush, art would spring to life at a single stroke. Woe and those who would dare to steal his brush, as can be plainly seen in his gardens, they did not make it out alive.

Love, even then he could feel it pulsating for his beloved Queen, and showed her how much she meant for him. Even to this day, he still loves her, and so he sets out, every day, proving to her that he does so. On one such occasion, or "quest" if you would, he brings to her a white flower suspended in a glass case. This flower, he would later explain, can only be grown when the heavens release their white beauty upon the land. Only then, will something as pure as this, can live and thrive. With various strokes of his brush, he created wondrous works of extravagant beauty. From the elegant castles within the heart of his own land, to the last snowflake that had dared to touch the borders of his Queen's lands. He had done all of this, just to see her smile, and to hear her praises while wishing him her eternal love.

On several occasions he will take a short vacation away from the Courts, where he had begun to research on how to alleviate the boredom that had now begun to creep into his life. It was taking too long a time, by his standards, and was about to quit, when he spotted a passage within a book about the veil between worlds. When asked about this, he was given the explanation that their world was separated by a veil, in order to keep all other worlds from entering into their own. Curiosity had gotten the best of him at this point, and he had set out to find which of the worlds he would become most interested in. Earth was what the new land was called. A place where one, such as he, could play and have fun, never to become bored again. The excitement nearly took off his head, as he dashed back to his castle, a blizzard on his trail. By using the largest of mirrors, as well as his own magicks, Jack created a seeing portal with which to observe this new land called "Earth".

What he had first observed was the season of Winter, and gasped at the snow that had fallen upon the ground. It wasn't as nearly as perfect as the snows he himself created, but the way the ants upon the world were treating it. Within his own kingdom, all had respected the snow upon which they tread, but these beings looked at it with disgust and contempt. He wanted to go there with vengeance, and teach the fools how to properly respect it, but this was foolish, and he banished it from his mind. It wouldn't be long, however, for the desire to rule over the land that he had seen to blossom within his mind and heart. This had begun to distract him in many obvious ways. The art he had created were a jumbled mess, and he was becoming quite distant with the Queen. This, in it of itself, had sparked several small wars between the realms of Winter and Summer, of which he did nothing to stop. His mind was on this realm called Earth, and his desire for it became stronger with each passing of the seasons.

It wasn't until the disappearance of all Winter Fey, that the Queen became interested in the King's dealings, but it was far too late for her to intercede. The sky above them was filled with unknown stars, and a shining blue planet had appeared in its center. There was a great sundering, as though the fabric of their world was being torn in half. Of which, it was, and the world above them looked on the shining blue planet, but closer. It revealed tall buildings that seemingly reached for them, some daring them, others embracing their arrival. Even though they had resisted the pull of the other world, it was too great, and all were transcended upon the plane known as Earth. There, many had begun to fear them, even hate them, but there were some that worshiped the land they tread upon, which had caused the King to be gladdened by this sight. However, he had wanted more. Wanted all to become subservient to his will, but was not aware by which the creatures, who were called Human, had used against him. Iron. The detestable metal that was a bane upon the very existence of their kind, the Fey, as they called them.

With this skill for iron, the humans rose up to stop them, but were powerless against their magicks. However, even that was waning considerably. It wasn't until one of the Unseelie had found a way to regain their strength, that the fight for dominance was back in full swing. They had found that by touching a human, they would, in fact, sap the strength of their foes, as well as some of their abilities and knowledge. Thus they had gained the upper hand. At this point, Jack Frost didn't care, so long as they did what they were told to, and began to subjugate the humans under their thumb.

Other:

Jokul Frosti is a member of an extra-dimensional race of beings known as the Jotuns, an extra-dimensional race of beings who preside in the dimension of Jotunheim. There are two races of Jotuns in Jotunheim, the Hrimthursar or Frost Giants, who for millennia have been the enemies of the gods of Asgard, and the Bergrimsar or Rime Giants, who live in peace with the Asgardians. According to myth, the Giants are descended from Ymir, a primeval being who appeared in Jotunheim from Ginnungagap, the region of sea that existed between Niffleheim and Muspelheim. Ymir was nourished to health by the milk from the enchanted cow Audhumla and grew to great size. He sired the first Giants, but they were visited by the god, Buri, whose descendants were often at war with the Giants. Buri's sons finally slew Ymir. According to Norse legend, when Ymir was killed, Buri's grandsons, Odin, Ve and Vili, created the Earth and sky from his remains and the melting ice from Niffleheim drowned all the remaining Giants except for one, Bergelmir, who survived in a boat, and afterward sired a new generation of Giants. Just how many of these incidents are true or apocryphal is uncertain. It is uncertain if the Giants of Asgard are of any relation to the Giants of Olympus. (Exert from the myths and legends of Jack Frost)

So begins...

Iokul Frosti's Story

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#2012-12-04 03:05:02, as written by Macabre Legion

It was amazing how these humans worked, always running around like ants, never knowing whose thumb they were under. Oh, sure, they thought they knew. The government? Religion? No, it was their own minds that contained them, pressing them into the servitude of others. They had sprung up like weeds in a flower patch, and the Fae was the weed killer. Iokul Frosti, also known as Jack Frost, stood atop the Empire State Building, disgusted by the ants that milled about themselves. An odd looking paintbrush was within his right hand, while in his left heavily gloved hand, was the rod at the tip of the building. The sky was grey, after it expelled the last of the snow within their bellies, but, with a single swipe of his brush, they became black, and rumbled noisily. They knew what he was, and did not care, because he was using them as an ant queen is used by her workers and drones, pushing more and more snow out of its belly. He loved it here, and did not wish to return home.

There weren't any of his children when they arrived, or so he thought. Since their appearance onto this plane, more and more of the Fae began to pop up all over the world. This had surprised him, but, after asserting his dominance over those that appeared, they were left to their own devices. Many had voiced their concerns about what he was doing in the human city of New York. 'Had' being the key word, as many of their bodies were decorating his estate up in a place called Albany. They were such lovely statues of ice, or they would have been, if their heads were still intact. A shame, really, he did have need of allies, but if they were not ready for him, then why would any try to make him leave?

"A pity," his grumble was only echoed by the clouds above. These "Fae" were not even that. They had become saturated by the mortals they had been charged to govern over, allowing them to flourish without guidance of any kind. They had been corrupted by these ants, cowed and corralled with the threat of iron upon their very existence. This would make any ruler boil with rage, and he was not immune to such. His glamour shattered, revealing a terrible being, and called upon the North Wind, bringing a deep ice onto the land below. It howled his rage, tore open the clouds, causing the snow within to become a harsh and bitter blizzard. The ants below scattered into their stone and iron buildings, he let go of the rod.

His body plummeted from the building, just as a peel of lightening struck the rod, causing the stone about it, cracking it asunder. During his fall, the wind caressed his cheeks and lips, just like a lover would. His eyes were closed during the fall, but when he opened them, he could just see a wind sprite, smiling before it planted a kiss upon his lips. The feeling was exhilarating, and would have made his Queen jealous. He mentally shook himself of such thoughts, and focused on the sprite and their surroundings. The world had gotten blacker, fluffier, and a shining smile beamed from his self. Giggles soon erupted around him, as he settled himself down among the cloud-like material. "Ladies," began Jack, "how may I honour the occasion?"

"You asked us to search the world for your Queen," a silky whisper entered his left ear, and when he turned, thin wisps of air escaped his peripheral vision. "We have not found her," the tone became saddened, and small droplets of water pattered his collar, "we are sorry, my lord Jack." It wouldn't until be later, that he realized the droplets of water upon his collar were his own, but at the time, his thoughts were only of greater sadness.

"Continue searching." His whisper was barely audible, but they all heard it. "I must plan a raid." The form of Iokul Frosti vanished, then, and continued to plummet to the ground. As he continued to plummet, however, a portal opened up on the ground below. Once entering it, his surroundings became of those of one who had exquisite tastes in furnishings. Golds, purples, reds, blues, and greens covered the room before him, and at his feet, a throne made up of iron wood. Iron wood, a tree only found in the forests of Summer, but as hard as the humans' own iron, without the side effects, though. Two cards appeared within his left gloved hand, both, a pair of ravens. "Summon them. We have work to do."

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#2012-12-05 07:49:59, as written by QueenJen

The snow was absolute.
Complete.
And with it brought silence. Sweet silence that couldn't penetrate the blanket of snow about her body.

The figure couldn't be seen from any angle but straight above, an aerial view of an empty park. She lie among the snow in nothing but a thin silk gown that was weighed down and settled by snow. One could barely see her bare toes in the frost, skin such a color that it blended her visible flesh into her surroundings. The only thing that marked her form was a tidal wave of dark hair, spilling out over the snow. It was jet black, like ink on fresh paper. Snowflakes had settled into the locks, and upon her small blue lips, which barely ghosted out small streams of fog that one might mistakenly assume was her breath. Her so called breaths did nothing more then crackle in the air, colder then the molecules it made to join. Her eyes, the color of glass reflecting ice, didn't blink, instead opting to follow the dance her thin fingers made as she caught snow drifting in the air.
It was impossible; though not to someone like her. Ice streamed off her fingers to keep the snow intact, and slowly, patiently, the small bundle of snow was shaped into a tiny bird, wings outstretched.
Her blue lips stretched into a smile, stroking tenderly over the wings of her creation. The bird was amazingly detailed, every feather outlined, the eyes staring at the woman as though it had a soul.
There was a small crack, and the wings were thrown aside as the pale fingers broke them off.
"♫Hush little birdy don't make a squeak, I don't want to hear a sound from that beak, and if little birdy you want to sing, mommys going to break more then just your wings,♫"

She had decided upon a British accent today. Her pronunciation was especially strict on her 't's' and 'k's'. Her sing-song voice left ice crackling in the air, and as though recognizing the malice of her words, a few nearby live birds, searching for food, hopped a bit away.

"♫And after mommy breaks your legs, if birdy still talks I'll crack your eggs. And birdy better try to keep it's words in check, or mommy's going to have to wring your little neck.♫"

There was another snap and either end of the ice bird, head and body, were discarded to the sides. The figure sat slowly up and every bird in the near proximity took off in a flurried panic.

Yuki sighed and looked after the birds with longing. "I wish I could fly,"
Her giggles rang out in the air as her own wings spread far behind her. Of course, a glamour had been cast, so any wandering humans wouldn't see a thing. She spun in a circle, shaking the loose snow off of herself, tilting her head the gloriously enraged sky.
A new development in the weather for today. A blizzard. How nice. The past few days had been steady, fluffy snow, in many cities including this one. A blizzard was a refreshing change. The wind tore at her clothing, whipping her dress behind her and screaming into her ears as she considered how to occupy herself for the day.

She could continue searching for her beloved King, whom she hadn't heard of outside of signs in the weather. Or, she could even search for the wretched Queen woman.
Like usual though, Yuki would probably end up toying with the pathetic humans.
Oh, what fun they were, with their fleshy skin so vulnerable to cold. Easily torn emotions, so fun to manipulate. Their inability to fly, so... unfortunate when left in a tundra.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a crack. Louder then her ice birds wings or neck, but a sound she recognized, carried through the violent wind.
Oh yes, Yuki was certain. That was ice cracking. A very large amount of ice.
She took to the sky in glee, skillfully navigating the harsh blizzard. She knew where to go; The Bay. The only area that would match the break she'd heard. Ice spoke to her, and she trusted it.
~
There was already a bit of commotion. The beautiful frosting over of the water was laden with spiderwebs of cracks, originating from a point the most humans were gathered around. Farther down, there were a few small holes in the ice. One had a few human girls in distress around it,peering into the hole and yelling for assistance.
Yuki smiled in amusement. She was invisible to human eyes while flying, thanks to glamour, and when she landed near the girls, she was equally invisible. The patch of water in the ice was already looking frigid. No doubt by tomorrow the Bay would look like new. Well, new in terms to when it was frozen, that is.
Yuki simply decided to help the process, cold seeping from her bare feet towards the hole. It began rapidly sealing, and Yuki walked away with their shrieks of protest at her back.
Had there really been no other incidents, other then the one? No other silly humans freezing? Ah, except this next commotion of course.
Yuki blended with the bystanders prior to releasing her glamour, so no one but a young teenager was startled by her appearance. Yuki quickly made sure her human glamour was in place, adding the illusion of long boots and a winter coat. The boy stuttered disbelief and Yuki raised a finger to her lips in a 'Sh' sign, freezing his lips together. Ranged freezing was no problem, as long as it was nothing big.

She shuffled through the small crowd to try and see what was happening, preferring to be close and eavesdrop then fly over head and look. All she could see was a blonde boy, wrapping a cloak around the presumably near-drowned human.
Yuki was met with disappointment that they had already pulled her out. But something else felt off. That she would admit.
Her eyes turned to scan the surrounding area. Her attention was snagged on a small Winter Faerie. Though antisocial, Yuki could sense her own kind.
However, she was more interested in the men standing above him.
Damn IPAF. They were everywhere. International Posse of Annoying Fuckers. No, Yuki didn't like that nickname. The elegancy of human 'curses' was lacking.
She turned back to the crowd, hoping neither of the vile men had noticed anything off about her, or her stare for that matter. She didn't care about the stupid Fae who'd been caught. She'd been able to escape run ins with the IPAF in other cities, under different glamours, and she'd always managed to slip away. It was his own fault.
Mostly, Yuki hoped there weren't any others lurking around, who would be able to discern her. Her glamour skills were strong, but she deffinitly didn't want to get caught.
She watched the blonde boy hug the drowned rat close, complaining that no one had called '911'.

Yuki couldn't help the giggle that pressed forth at those words. She found this 911 so pointless. But she was curious about the one the blonde held, and the off feeling she radiated.
Yuki held out her hand, pushing past the few bystanders to the front. Her hand would show a glamour of a cell phone, really just a small rectangle of ice.
"I'll call," She said shyly, with something akin to an Australian accent. She held the ice to her ear, keeping up her glamours as she moved around the boy, trying to glimpse the victims face.

Yuki's heart nearly stopped, and the air became even more frigid then it had been previously. It was the Queen. She could tell, through some ability she had, for she was Fae, but...
The Queen had no magic. She was... Mortal.
So many thoughts of muurder flashed into Yuki's mind she could hardly hold her glamours. Kill the Queen, and all Fae could stay in this world forever.
She could stay in this world.
Her hand trembled as it held the ice/phone to her ear, the block already slowly shifting into a knife. She hide it by her hair, trying to calm herself. Things wouldn't have to be so dramatic. If she was mortal, pathetic, weak mortal, simple cold would kill her.

"May I see her? I have Red Cross training, for emergencies like this," She cast her eyes down like she was embarrassed, beginning to shyly state the type of problem to her fake phone while glancing timidly up at the boy. Lying through her teeth. Acting. It was what she did best.
And it would serve her well here.

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#2012-12-06 01:58:42, as written by Moon/Mihael

Humans of this world are such an annoyance to the race of the Fae. What with their insentient behaviour towards one another, and that they seek the companies of others, like they did with me. We would have them under our heels and thumbs by now, if it were not for the fact that they held our one weakness to every throat of our kind. Iron. Even to this day, that taste of metal brings bile to my tongue. Why must these despicable creatures be able to wield such a force, when ours are so much the better? A trick question, to be sure, but a question that must be answered.

Capricorn sat at a desk in front of a large window overlooking the harbour, and would have wrote more if he could, only if t'were not for the fact that the glass cracked. With a simple tsk against his teeth, the Autumn Fae stood tall, and donned his glamour charm before closing the small diary with the pen inside. 'Only our beloved King would dare to ruin such a string of thoughts from the one as such as I.' No matter how hard he blew his horn, the world will simply not obey. It was strange, if one were to think on such things. A Fae, such as the King, with all the backings of Winter, and of Chaos, could, quite simply, level the world with a single thought. And yet, he did not. Why he did such things was beyond him, but then again, so were the inner workings of the human minds.

Stepping through the doorway of his simple, but efficient, apartment, he came upon another apartment door across his own. By stepping into this own, however, a scene of gross horror wafted his nose in a gleeful greeting. The scents of fear, feces, and urine greeted him, but if any others, be they of lesser Fae or human, would not see what he has done. Torture implements of various designs lighted the walls with blood and gore, and many other Autumn Fae scurried about with notes and pens. Each wore a surgical mask, heavy gear, including liquid resistant gloves and boots, but all carried at least one torture device in their hands, and/or pockets. They had taken upon themselves to try and find out how the humans ticked, but also found out something interesting. There was iron in their blood. This horror was immediately shared among the Unseelie Courts, along with the warning of not letting any touch them. For if one human were to bleed on their kind, the other would most likely die. The could not find out how much iron was in their blood, but it was better to be safe, than it is to be sorry.

"Capricorn," came a solemn growl from each of the Fae, as all stood where they were, turned towards him, and bowed low. "Oh, do get up," he growled back at them, "There is human blood on the floor, and we do not need another incident like last time." He was referring to what had happened the month before, when this project had begun to take place. They didn't find out about the iron in the blood, until one of their own slipped and fell into a rather large pool of the substance near a table. It had thrashed madly, and swallowed some of the liquid, smoking faintly, before bursting into flame. All were panic stricken, including himself, and, after several intense studies, it was found that the blood within the humans had, indeed, contained the dread mineral called iron.

"How go the tests on the prisoners?" His voice shook and rang with authority that only he could muster. Not only was he their leader, but he was the second-born, and favourite of the King.

"Their brains are like nothing we have seen before, sir," piped up a small voice. A young female stepped forward, and pushed a rather clean chart into his hands. "I made sure to clean the blood off," she mumbled slightly. None, here, wanted to hurt him. At least, not until the King's favourite made enough of a blunder to warrant his death. "We have extracted many memories and information from prisoner 0114, and have found that he does, indeed, work for IPAF." Hisses came from the throats of all here, as there was little to no love for the bastards that would torture their own as gleefully as they did to them.

"Good, but what of their brains?" His question was full of intrigued, which caused the female to brighten considerably. If he was interested, then that meant his full attention was on the subject at hand, if not, then he didn't give a rat's ass about it, and moved on.

"Well, sir," she began, but nervously, "It has been discovered that they have a sort of lizard-like quality to them." When prompted to explain, she continued with, "They are barely more intelligent than those scaly creatures we've seen crawling in those 'zoos' we've been to. We have already reverted several subjects to that level, and, well..." She trailed off, and pointed towards an open door. Once he stepped inside, however, his eyes widened, and the glamour about his shoulders shattered. The humans inside the room were penned up like wild animals; chains wrapped around their necks like collared animals. There was something odd about them, though. Many had claws, whereas others had odd skin patterns, but their eyes were all a solid gold colour.

"Find our king," he said gruffly, pointing to the ceiling above them, "And tell him we have his raiding party ready for tonight."

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#2012-12-09 21:55:18, as written by Layla

Warm lips pressed against hers and the girl briefly melted into the kiss, wrapping her willowy arms around the man and pulling him close. She wondered why Iokul's lips were so warm when they were normally so cold and the thought pulled her from the lovely trance. A warmth emitted from his chest and she ran her hands over him, pressing her palm against his heart. Before she could taste his heat, however, he was pulled away by the words of another.

"Stop, Kodomo. CPR is only used to restart the heart and lungs. She is coughing which means her lungs and heart are fine," the man said. The frozen girl lifted her lips, her lashes so long and curled that they touched her skin as if she'd layered on perfectly applied mascara. Her sultry blue eyes dilated before gold washed into them like ink poured in clear water. Her irises imitated the man's as she tilted her head to the side, observing him with curiosity. The flame in his heart burned differently, as if it were a supernova, as if his soul were eternal. His essence was closer to that of her children than to that of the feeble, mortal flames she saw all around her. Her irises shifted through colours, fading into a deep sunset gold before sinking into a neon yellow, eventually settling for a molten gold with flecks of green. Still, she could not recreate his eyes.

"I ask that you abandon your attire," she said. Her voice was quiet, yet it seemed to echo against mountains miles away and carry over space and time. Her voice was breathless, as if made from the sweetest nectars, like pollen flying through the air. Her voice was the song of love, of home, wholeness and perfection. She sounded to be everything, yet her voice seemed to be as impossible to hold onto as it was heartbreaking to hear. Whatever she said, whatever she did, was a work of art. "He has painted Winter," she stated, gazing up at the sky with its tennis balls of snow descending. The Queen's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the strong winds skittered around her, as if fearful of what she might do should they touch her without her consent. She was rather cold and the wet, near transparent robes that clung to her hourglass figure were unsurprisingly, not very warm. The High Queen's head lowered slowly, her unblinking gaze fixing on the Winter Fey that was Yuki. Order moved as if time held no meaning - which it didn't - and she controlled the very clocks of the world. Which she did.

"I see you, child. Your thoughts are as loud as a mad beast's bark and somehow, exceedingly more irritating." Order paused. "You are easily Unmade." Her eyes traced the line in which the Winter Fey had blown her icy kiss towards her Summer Fey, Tiggy. The Queen blinked, as close to acknowledgement as she ever got.

Just then, the Queen abruptly jerked her head to the side as if she'd just been slapped with vice. An icy stillness filled her. The moment of clarity was gone, replaced by the dimness in her eyes as if she were seeing the world through tinted glass. The girl took a frightened stepped back, clutching the red silk cape around her. She took another step backwards and ran.

She ran through the city with its sprawling skyscrapers and bustling humans. Where she ran, the world seemed to slow as people stopped and stared at the perfect creature racing through them. She was a flurry of white as her long white hair was tossed about, shining and mixing into the deep red of her cape. The only points of colour on her face was the deep crimson of her lips, distinctly outlining the dip of her cupid's bow and the shattered glass of her eyes.

Neon lights yelled at her and she flinched away, unfamiliar with the artificial lights that were not made by her. Car horns tore through the air as cars screeched to a stop to prevent themselves from slamming into the model/ghost/angel. The pale girl jumped, stumbling backwards as she lifted her arm to shield herself from the blinding headlights of the horizontally challenged unicorns. She quickly turned and ran from the unicorns that wished to kill her, her bare feet creating no sound as they barely touched the pavements. She ran until she found a secluded alley, where she leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Despite the marathon she'd participated in, her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she pressed her forehead to her knees. Her locks of hair were straight at the top, slowly forming into large waves and fading into perfect curls by the time they reached her hips. The girl clutched the red cloth around her, shivering against the cold.

"Bad day?" Kiser asked Anastasia as he leaned against the doorframe. "Wait, no, don't answer that. Good days don't happen for pessimists," he said with a smirk, pushing away from the wall and walking towards the IPAF leader. He loomed over her, being 6'3", a fact of which he was very proud of. Kiser stood closer to her than he needed to, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was beautiful, and very, very sexy.

"Ana," he whispered against her ear, bending slightly to be closer to her lips. "I caught another Fey today. Type 4. He's in the holding room and speaking of rooms, I just moved into my new apartment. It has a very, very nice master bedroom," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing, pulling away from his dearest Anastasia.

"Something I'm not happy about," he began, raising a thick brow. "Is Chris. Remind me again why I have to deal with that idiot?" Chris was a new member of IPAF and his 'authorities' had insisted he be Chris' tour guide and mentor until he could be entrusted with IPAF's secrets and responsibilities. Chris was an idiot. Kiser raked his eyes over Anastasia's body, smiling slightly. He was not normally this flirtatious but pomegranate juice did that to him, as did Anastasia. Just as abruptly as he'd entered the room, his attitude changed. "Get me off the assignment," he growled with a scowl, folding his muscular arms over his chest, the lion's head tattoo over his bicep flexing as he did. "Chris is a kid."

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#2012-12-10 13:33:40, as written by Macabre Legion

IOKUL FROSTI/CAPRICORN

The "raid", that was what he, the King, had called it. A grand adventure with which to put a blot into the eyes of the IPAF. IPAF, such an odd name for a small group of clowns that would as soon as kill you, as look at you. They cared little, save for their own skins, and, even then, their skins were worth less than the dirt it was formed from. He had thought that the humans would have accepted his reign over them, even put up a grudging resistance, before falling into disarray. No, they had brought their war machines made of iron, and slaughtered many, before finding out that they were as helpless to their magicks, as his own were to their irons. It was funny how they screamed their agonies and dismays over the torrential downpour of ice and snow. Unfortunately, he could feel that side of him evaporating, causing his temper to flare like the morning stars. No, the ice will hold out for a couple more moons, at least, before the heat settled in, making life unbearably hot.

The thoughts of Iokul then shifted back towards the present, back towards his "planned raid". Truth be told, he didn't have a "plan", only a vague location of where one of the IPAF facilities were located. An island called Manhattan, and the reports of Fae-like creatures being escorted to a place called the Bronx. There was an abandoned apartment complex in the north eastern section of that city, and that was where they were going to strike, and strike hard. A small grin split his face, as the chilled air became colder, almost to the point that it muffled the sounds of the outside. With his own senses, he was able to find a disturbance in his ice. It was minute, but he could tell that there were cracks forming in it that were centered around the door. "My King," came a muffled voice, "we are ready for you."

Standing quickly, he wrapped his glamoured body in an over shirt that had the appearance of being made of heavy fabrics. It was, in fact, only made of a light fabric that can only be found in the realms of Winter. The creature that bore such threads to make the fabric was that of a snow-silk spider. It secured the borders of Autumn and Winter, making sure all were safe, so to speak. It was normally found with an unknown animal carcass strapped to its back, whilst scuttling along the bare trees that were called its home. His only wish was to bring those creatures of Winter with him, but alas, they could not make the journey.

The fabric, however, was made up of sturdy fluids from the creature's back side, and was stronger than the iron-wood they had brought with them. It kept most of the humans' iron projectiles away from his icy flesh this long, and, doubtless, it would continue to do so. The fabric was also stretchable, in that he used it to construct a robe that lowered itself to his ankles. Unfortunately, this caused it to become thinner, and will cause serious harm if it were to be used against a hail of iron projectiles from the humans. Absentmindedly, he fingered the golden locket about his neck slowly, as he reached above the door, and placed his hand into an opening. Inside were several decks of cards that he, himself, had painstakingly painted for emergencies. They were filled with his own essence, and, when one card was cast in front of him, it would come alive, but only for a short time. He was only able to give them a sort of 'half life', because, without Raena, he would be unable to create beings of true life.

The deck his hand grabbed had a label on it: 'Human Nightmares'. These were crafted out of the beasts that gave humans frights, more so than there were-beasts and vampires that stalked the night. Once he opened the frozen door, he was greeted by what looked like a dead sapling-like humanoid with sour green eyes, in a white and red lab coat. The creature was, obviously, a lesser creature of the Autumn courts, and a loyal subservient of his favourite, Capricorn. "My lord," its limbs rustled slightly before continuing with, "We are ready for the events of tonight."

"Good," came the wintery reply of Iokul, "Then we meet in the north eastern area of the city called Bronx." With that, he charged the ice wall in front of him, and leaped at it. Just before his body hit it, his reflective image rippled, causing what looked like a small portal opening into a snow capped roof that overlooked another building. After rolling about the snow for a few seconds, he leaped to his feet, and pulled out a card that looked much like a deformed raven, but was made up of frost, and tossed it in front of him. By pricking his right forefinger, he snatched up the card, swiped the image with his life blood, and tossed it into the air once more. The creature came, shrieking out of the card, and alighted itself atop a chimney pipe, where it glared at the world about it. Beneath its claws, however, the pipe began to freeze over, and crumbled to snow dust. "Watch the skies," was all he said to it, but it was enough to send it into the air, shrieking madly enough to gain anyone's attention. 'Good.' A grin appeared suddenly, just as a much larger storm blasted about them.

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The sapling that had run off, returned with news that their king had gone on ahead of them. A small groan ensued from the skull of their leader, followed by a bony slap as its left skeletal hand hit its face. He should know better to expect such antics of the king by now, but even then, this event was borderline stupidity. No doubt, he had created a snow storm large enough to warrant the attentions of the armies of the humans, but there was nothing they could do about it. Nothing, except press forward with his plans. "This 'raid' he has us going on," the skeletal chattering of Capricorn's voice echoed throughout the room, silencing all other noises, save for those that were chained to the walls, "Where is it?"

"North and east within a city called 'The Bronx', sir," came the sapling's reply, which was answered with another groan, and a skull slapping. It was clear on the other side of town, how were they going to get there? He was about to voice this question, when the sapling piped up with, "He has a portal open upstairs, sir."

If his true form had muscles around the left eye, they would have twitched in irritation. However, because they do not, he merely snapped the finger bones of his right hand, and pointed to four of the larger versions of the saplings, then said, "You four will take eight of the furred humanoids, and make your way to the king's side." Two other saplings were then brought forward at his call, "You three will gear up, and prepare areas of rest for those that will be brought in from the facility." The voice was raised, then, so that all may listen to his next words, "There have been reports that members of both courts were seen taken into the facility we are about to attack." Only blinks and stares greeted this statement, "We shall be bringing those that we find back, and place them here, until such time as we can relocate them. Understand?" Nods all around, which soon turned into a sort of controlled chaos, as the beasts were ushered out with magickal chains about their necks. A few had to be dragged out, though, but once they smelled the cold air, all were eager to leave. 'This was going to be one of those days.'

Stepping out into the frigid air was a nice change of pace. Or, it would be, if Capricorn was given anything in regards to sensory motions and organs. The dark, tattered fabric that hugged his bony form flapped like a ruin sail in a windstorm. He had taken the time to equip his elegant scythe that was one of four, crafted by the king himself. An air of extreme boredom soon rippled through the Autumn Fae, only to intensify as he stepped next to Iokul, who was overlooking the building that was supposed to be in front of them.

"Surely you must know that the humans' gaze will turn this way, once they realize that the storm has intensified in this region," called the Fae over the howling of the winter storm.

"I know," whispered their leader, which, to their ears, sounded as though he were speaking to them in a small room. He had an array of cards in his left hand, and marked each one with the life blood from his right. They were then tossed into the air, causing four frost ogres to appear below them. They stood, half a metre wide, and nearly crested two metres tall. These would be their reinforcements, if they so chose. "Send the beasts in."

At a nod from Capricorn, the large saplings released their charges, which were busy sniffing the air to notice. At a small twitch, a shriek of an otherworldly voice came hurtling out of the sky, and slammed with a meaty thud into an unseen body. The untethered beasts soon caught the scent, and, howling with glee mingled with hunger, leaped from the roof, charging towards the scent of blood. Miniature explosions were soon heard from the complex, as the humans fought with their iron projectiles, firing them into the beasts that once were humans.

"Go." At this small command, the horror that was named 'Reaper' flowed from the building's roof, and charged into a blood bath. A metallic taste filled the air, which didn't bother him in the least. What did, however, were the pools of human blood that filled the entry way that the beasts had created. It was like a scene from a human horror movie he had seen a few days ago. It was as though someone had taken a brush, dipped it in human gore, and painted the walls, floor, and ceiling with it. Anyone with half a brain could tell he was smirking, even though he did not have any lips to speak of. With a wave to the ogres, he watched as they lumbered towards, the past him, searching any remnants of the humans that occupied the place.

Careful of where he stepped, Capricorn dashed down the hall to his right, only to find the remnants of stairs that led downwards. He called one of the ogres over to himself, then commanded that it go down first. For a few moments, nothing happened. No explosions, no howls, nothing, and when he poked his skeletal head down the stairwell, he came upon a sight that would only cause the most hardened of Fae Warriors' blood turn to ash. It was as though he had stepped into a mad doctor's laboratory. About four of his siblings from the Autumn courts were fileted like fish, and spread out over nearly a dozen tables. Bones, tissue, organs, hair, everything, and anything that made up the Fae, was on display for the world to see. Rage filled his core, then, and would have overtaken him, if it were not for a tiny voice saying "H-help m-m-m-me," to drag his attention away from the carnage.

Two barely alive creatures of the Winter Courts were strapped to heated iron-like slabs. One was female, but was within an inch of death, while the other, another female, had tears in her doe shaped eyes, as though she was just placed onto the slab a few moments ago. With a few precise slashes of the scythe, he lifted the body of the Winter female, just as the other let out her last breath. "Destroy everything," his howl echoed throughout the complex, and perhaps, it was even heard along the edges of the city proper. A full report to his king would be made, soon, but for now, this female needed attention, and badly. The way out would feel as though it was a thousand kilometre hike through gelatin, but he kept walking, stepping through the iron-blood that was starting to freeze over, whilst barely listening to the ogres' rampage, smashing everything, and anything in sight. They would do their job, then fade away like the others did, but not until this place was nothing, but a snow capped mountain of ruin.

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#2012-12-10 23:50:03, as written by Layla

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kiser asked, leaning against the doorframe as he watched the Fey beasts tear the lab apart. The cold dug into the walls of the building, seeping into every inch of the Earth like skeletal fingers made of steel. The Were raised a brow, watching the fair coloured Fey with disdain. The Fey cradled a Type D in his arms and Kiser would've assumed he himself was a mere Type C had he not sensed the power that rolled from his skin, so thick it was nearly tangible. The IPAF commander assumed he should've been afraid then but alas, a Were's instincts overtook any sort of fear, replacing it with instead rage. Kiser had received an urgent message from IPAF Research Lab 86B, speaking of the deaths of dozens and the infiltration of their building. Of course, he would've noticed the monstrous blizzard in the distance without having to have received the call.

As a Were, the cold affected him little. His body was naturally much more heated than the average human's. In fact, he could hug a wall of ice and melt right through it. Not that he ever would, of course. Weres disliked the cold, however much it did not affect them. Kiser narrowed his eyes at the destruction, a small part of him impressed at the damage that had been done. The Type C before him clearly was not merely a Type C and being not quite stupid - most of the time - Kiser knew he could not defeat these Fey singlehandedly. He supposed it might've been a mistake to arrive here with only a dozen men but IPAF had many at its disposal, the deaths of a dozen would not impact it greatly, neither would the destruction of one lab. After all, most of the Fey they'd kept here were dead.

"Go," he whispered into his earpiece. Without a moment's pause, he spun and ran, his body rippling through the air as his muscles warped into that of an abnormally large lion. Men crashed through the ruin, their guns trained on the Fey as they rained iron and wielded broadswords, decapitating ogres. The men gave the Werelion leader a nod of camaraderie as they raced pass him, knowing their deaths were certain. The Fey were cruel, soulless creatures who needed to be destroyed and just as soldiers died in war, this was their battlefield. They died so their children, their loved ones, might have a chance at freedom. It was a difficult, quite possibly impossible task, but humans, Earthlings, as they were, fought for things that were impossible because they hoped. A wolf howled as his comrades fell, but his despair morphed into rage, as so many Weres did. The Werewolf bared his teeth, the fur over his body prickling as his muscles tensed for the move. He leaped at the man who was Capricorn.

In the distance, a lion tore through the woods - the trees naked with its fallen leaves - his body morphing abruptly into that of a muscular, grown man. Kiser exhaled, a fog of condensation escaping his mouth as if he were a chimney. "Ana," he spoke into his earpiece. "Ana," he repeated. "We'll have to explain things to the families of Team 102. Send a team of cleaners to Lab 86B. Experiments 9, 12, 33, 216, 59, 18, 17 and 99 have been compromised."

Kiser tapped his earpiece, adding a member of IPAF he very much distrusted to the conversation. It would allow for Anastasia to hear and participate and Kiser did not wish to think that she already knew what he suspected and merely chose not to tell him. The Fey he was soon to speak to was... But Leau was good at what she did, something Kiser hated to admit. "Unidentified flying ass, hey," he said without the usual snakiness he normally reserved for Leau. "So I was at the bar, swarmed by girls, as per usual, when I met this Type C. No, not just any Type C and no, it didn't make me cry. But this Type C had waves of power just spilling from its skin and a nasty look scythe. Please, enlighten me, Leau, why did he seem so much stronger than any of the other bastards we've met? What have you not told us, Leau? Who leads the Fey? We always thought they were solitary but after this little display of Fey teamwork, I'm beginning to think otherwise. Who controls the Fey?"

"You can wear this if you want... It's probably a bit warmer than those strips of cloth."

The white-haired mortal lifted her head, her heart tearing itself from her chest as their gazes seemed to entwine and pull viciously at one another's. She looked at the jacket the man held in his hand with the weariness of someone who'd just been thrown into a foreign world. She was not sure of anything and she did not know where to place her trust. Nowhere. Her mind seemed to be a black hole, devouring every organised thought she had. A black veil had been doused over her memories and she could not remember where she was, what she was, how she'd arrived here or where she'd been before, when she'd been born or even who she was.

"There is heat in these buildings, I actually live in this one," the man said, tapping against a wall. She looked at him with half puzzlement, half fear, but the cold got the better of her. Her teeth slapped against one another, a fog escaping her crimson lips and painting over her vision. Everything seemed so shielded and disguised.

"T-thank you," she said quietly, clutching the red silk to her body as she raised her delicate hand slowly. Her fingers curled around the coat and she flinched at the texture of the material against her skin but drew it to her, anyway. The woman wrapped the jacket around herself with haste, basking in the warmth of the extra layer but feeling cold enough to throw herself into a fire.

Snow rained from the skies as she held out her palm, her slim fingers appearing to be frail enough to snap with a breath. A snowflake drifted onto her open hand. The young woman stared at the ice on her pale skin, tears threatening to spill from her now sapphire eyes. Iokul. Eyes of crystalline blue flickered in her mind, struggling to remain in her empty thoughts. A layer of ice coated a body like dust on a corpse or a thin sprinkle of second skin. His beauty was eerie, impossible, as if he should not and could not exist, yet did. Iokul. The man lifted an arm, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he reached for his Queen. "Raena, my love."

The image shattered. In its place, eyes - as if forged from thunder - gazed into the very depths of what she was with a betrayal and disappointment that seemed to curl around her neck and snap her skull from her body. His body of shadow encompassed her light, suffocating her essence and drowning her in its endless depths. She gasped, inhaling air that did not exist, breathing when there was nothing left to breathe for.

Suddenly, she crashed into her body, as if her spirit had wandered from its shell for what seemed to be years but was in reality, seconds. Her hand trembled, her fingers turning a dangerous shade of blue as she stared at the still frozen snowflake in her palm. Her body was as cold as ice and her mind, just as frozen. Without the Faerie Realms and her connection to her Fey - her souls - she was nothing but a non-existence. When the veil between the worlds had been lifted and the Faeries torn from their world, a Fey of her own had cast magic over his Queen to protect her from death, and her immortality had been the price.

Her eyes gazed through the Vampire before her, seeing him and nothing else, yet seeing nothing at all. Her emptiness made her even colder than the Undead as she pressed the snowflake into his palm. The turmoil of emotions within her was suffocating, depriving her of air. She needed him to be her breath. Her frail hand pressed into the Vampire's, the snowflake frozen between two without warmth. "Who am I?"

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#2012-12-12 07:10:26, as written by Macabre Legion

IOKUL FROSTI/CAPRICORN

"Destroy everything!" Came the wail of the Secondborn, which sent a chill down the spines of the Fae nearest him, but only cause the King's eyes to narrow. "Something is not right," he whispered to himself, and began to lift the rampaging snowstorm. The building ahead of them was in ruins, but the cause of such an explosion was from one of his own being carried by Capricorn. Anger welled up inside of him, even changed his hair to a bright green, signifying how much control he had to exert over the mountainous rage within him. An outlet was needed, and, as a few moments had passed, it was answered by the arrival of only a dozen humans wearing IPAF uniforms.

A right hand went inside the snow spider silk, and pulled out a black card with the image of a smaller version of the ice titans from the Winter Courts. The creature would be enough, and, with a slash across his left palm, slammed it into the card. "Awaken, Yokutrun. Your master has need of your skills once more." The image on the card leaped out, and began to grow until its head was above the roof of the building they still occupied. "Destroy these humans. Change the landscape into a 'winter wonderland'," a sneer was used to emphasize his thoughts on the matter, and watched as the small titan roared its battle cry, then charged into the mass of humans. He cared little of how the creature would do its work, only that it did so in an effective manner that befitted the lords of their race.

The Black Card, an interesting little story, when one would considered such things. There were twelves of these such things, and can only be used by the Winter and Autumn Courts. He, himself, had eight of them, while Capricorn had three, but the last one had gone missing. The twelfth Black Card was actually a red card, but was given to Praxis Lethe. It was a fire sword, and was considered to rival both the King and Queen's magicks, but that was only a rumour, and one that was completely false. It only rivaled the Queen's, not his own, but it was one that only a Fae of the Spring Courts could use, and no other. He did not enjoy the thought that some errant human could have found it, and tried to use the blasted thing. All it needed was a drop of blood from a Fae, and it would flare into life. However, if they were not of Spring, then whoever would touch it, would, in fact, be burned alive.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a creature that ran past the other humans, escaping into a small thicket of trees and bushes. With a single twitch of his left hand, he sent the snow raven after it, listening as it shrieked its otherworldly shriek when it caught sight of the human, and launching itself at it. Turning, he motioned the Autumn Fae to follow him, opening a portal back to their 'home away from home', and into the awaiting team of the research department. "Capricorn is bringing only one of our own back," his voice silenced their own, "I will expect a full report on the happenings after it has been tended to, understand?" All nodded, and he continued with, "I need another human brought to my chambers. My hunger is growing, and I will be needing it to satisfy me." With that, he turned to another sheet of ice, and stepped through.

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The small female within the arms of Capricorn was a lot lighter than she appeared to be. Her entire form radiated with pain and sorrow. They had done things to her, that much was certain, and they will pay for their crimes in full. Thoughts of tearing them open whilst still breathing was almost enough to not hear a wolf's snarl, and a rush of air. Without turning, he stilled his form, and allowed the shadows within to boil quickly, then burst out in the shape of another howling wolf. It leaped up at the other, wrestling it to the ground. The shadowed wolf tore at the other, blocking every move it made, and swiping at it with its own tactics, but harder. The creature was a doppelganger, an incorporeal being that can, and will, destroy the one it mirrors, taking over its life completely. Best of all, it was winning. The thing had torn off one of the limbs, and was devouring it, absorbing it, making the limb its own. The shocked features, along with the stare, was its downfall. The shadowed wolf opened its jaws liked a snake would against a mouse, and swallowed the other whole.

The change was quick, but precise, and took only a few heart beats to finalize. The creature shook itself, spattering the white snow with bits and pieces of the shadows that clung to it. It grinned up at his maker, and said, "Master," in a hissing voice. More would have followed, if it was not for the fact that the King decided to unleash a minor ice titan onto the field. Its roar was enough to freeze one's blood, its breath was strong enough to freeze fire, and its strength was enough to keep the iron projectiles away from its core. The creature was a terror on the field, and only answered to the king. Of course, Iokul had once tried to allow all winter Fae use of the beasts, but after they had complained of their confusion, this had stopped.

Shaking his head to dislodge such thoughts, he gingerly gripped the back of his minion, and tossed it at a newly formed ice sheet, that doubled as a portal to their new home. Once inside, he was met with a swarm of saplings, who took the female out of his hands, leaving him to smash the portal into pieces. "Go find yourself some food," he told the minion, "Three doors to your right, down four flights of stairs, then look for the room marked with a black and blue X over the door. There, you will meet the others that are like yourself." He cared little to see if the beast followed his order, and, instead, walked towards the portal that went to the King's room.

Inside, he saw his 'father' feasting on the soul of a young woman. It used to disgust him whenever this had occurred, but he was now used to it. "My King, Iokul Frosti," he began with a low bow.

"Oh do get up," came a low growl, "You know I hate it when your prostrate yourself like that." A sound of glass hitting a brick wall made Capricorn look up, only to see that the body of the human female had shattered like glass against the far wall. It would soon begin to melt, though, but unlike most frozen flesh, the soulless flesh of the humans never leave a smell once the magick of the ice wore off, causing them to melt. "Now then. Talk, and don't spare me any details. You know how frustrating it can be when your underlings leave the important stuff out of everything."

As the favourite of the Dark King began to explain what he had seen, he began to see a look of disgust that marred the once perfect features of his skin. There was an ugliness there, one that will most likely spread, if they were not careful.

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#2012-12-16 10:24:33, as written by XianEvermor

"Ana," Chimed Kiser inside Zahn's earpiece. "Ana," he repeated. "We'll have to explain things to the families of Team 102. Send a team of cleaners to Lab 86B. Experiments 9, 12, 33, 216, 59, 18, 17 and 99 have been compromised."

Zahn clucked her tongue thoughtfully and wondered if Kiser knew she was tuned in to the director's frequency... mainly because she wasn't a part of any one squad. With her mobility and range, she could cover several teams at once so her orders usually came straight from the command center. Being the only long-distance sharpshooter in the city was sometimes a grueling job. She and Archer were on call 24/7 and had to be anywhere at a moments notice. Usually she rode her motorcycle anywhere she needed to get, but with the harsh, unnatural winter set in the conditions were completely un-rideable.

"How far is 86B from here?" She asked, taking a bite of a sandwich from the deli she'd spotted that one vampire on top of. Archer was still winded from the trip... the roast beef sandwich really was heavenly though.

"Uh," he mumbled, cradling his cup of coffee while he thought about it.

Zahn rolled her head over to the side to raise an eyebrow at him. She'd been laying on her back on top of the conference table, one foot propped up on a knee, which she tapped on the air impatiently as she waited for an answer. Her thick mop of black hair pooled around her aimlessly. She pulled a lukewarm french fry from a cup at her side and nibbled on it. With all the chaos happening in the park and surrounding areas and no orders to suppress, support, aid, spot, or otherwise maim anything within her range she'd taken to staring at the ceiling and playing Angry Birds on her phone for the remainder of her shift. Talking shit with Archer was also a given, since he was one of the few men she could stand to spend any amount of time with... his being gay helped a lot.

"We'd have to move to nest six to hit it, if that's what you're asking, hun," he said, sipping his coffee. He nearly spit it out, but managed to swallow the molten liquid, with that "I-just-burned-the-shit-out-of-my-mouth" expression on his face. "Why, we got orders finally?"

"Nope... but I'm bored," she answered. "How long will it take to get there?"

"Seven minutes, give or take. Assuming we pack everything and hustle."

"Too long," She bit her bottom lip in thought.

"You could probably make it in two if you did your Shinobi thing across the rooftops with whatever you could carry. Take this," he instructed and tossed her a small notebook. "The range increments for all our nests should be in there."

Zahn nodded, sitting up. She flipped through the notepad in a few seconds until she found the desired page, then stared at it for a handful of seconds and handed it back, then stuffed as many magazines of ammunition in her pouch as she could. She reached for her Arctic for one moment, then changed her mind and grabbed the sling that was next to it. She hooked either end onto the Windrunner and hefted it over one shoulder, securing it tightly to her back so that she could still move freely.

"Really?" Archer asked with a note of incredulity.

"Yup," Zahn answered with a grin. "Follow when you can, odds are I'll need the ammo before too long if things are as batshit as Kai seems to think," she ordered while quickly tying her hair up so that it wouldn't get in her way.

"Should I..."

"Yup!" She interrupted, and was out the door of the office. Archer just chuckled and started breaking down their nest.

The office doors whizzed past her in a blur as Zahn charged down the hallway. She planted a foot in the open window at the end and with a running step-up to the rail of the fire escape outside, she leapt across the alley. Unable to roll with the huge rifle strapped to her back, she planted a foot on the opposite railing and levered herself down with her hands. Zahn punched the open transmit on her earpiece as she stomped up the stairs of the fire escape towards the roof, taking the steps three at a time.

"Iceheart is in transit," she chimed in response to Ana's call for a cleanup crew. She didn't bother muting her microphone as she lazy-vaulted over the railing to the roof and sprinted to the other side. Her breathing was heavy and she knew the rapid crunch of snow beneath her footfalls probably crackled loudly in Ana's ear. "Permission to fire," Zahn said after about a minute. It was more of a statement than a question: she was going to fire when she got there whether Ana gave it or not.

She grunted as she hurdled an air conditioning vent and slid around a corner, using one hand to balance herself. Another short sprint sent her flying across another alley, and she grunted a second time as she landed, wincing against the pain in her ankles and toes and allowing her body to slide in the snow until she trusted her balance. She and archer had sort of cheated. While the nests were fairly close together so they could move from one to another as vantages changed, getting to and from one upper story office building to another could be fairly tedious what with going up and down elevators or stairs and crossing streets with a hundred or so pounds of gear in briefcases and bags. Instead they had laid out a network of makeshift bridges using some telescoping device the guys in Tech had come up with so they could traverse the rooftops between nests quickly and in relative stealth. In this case, Zahn had bypassed several of the crossing points by jumping across some of the alleys she was fairly confident she could cross.

Confidence was everything in freerunning...

In just over two minutes she reached her destination, her breath ragged as she gazed out over the city. There was no time to get down to the actual nest, she would have to shoot from the rooftop, which grated against her better judgement. Work with what you have, when you have it, however, and the one thing she did not have was time to get in position. Zahn slung her rifle down and plopped down near the edge of the roof, taking a few quick moments to cover herself in snow and disguise the silhouette of her rifle to make her harder to spot.

"In position," she puffed, and then returned her headset to a push-to-talk setting. She took deep, controlled breaths to slow her heart rate and spotted the ruined lab in her scope. Some kind of huge ice creature was bursting through the walls to engage the group of IPAF soldiers outside. It only took her a few moments to pop the magazine out of her rifle and line up the ones she had stashed in her pouch in front of her. She chose the bullets with the yellow tip and the white stripe... the explosive Raufus rounds had a binary compound in the tip, which mixed as the bullet spun in flight. It was designed to penetrate armor, explode, and spray shrapnel into whatever was on the other side. They'd probably blow the limbs off of a giant ice thing pretty handily too. She pushed the magazine in and slammed the first round home as she closed the bolt.

Deep breaths... She gazed through the scope, reaching up to flick the built in range finder on and flip through the vision modes until she found the one that offered the best visibility in the failing light. She cradled the stock tightly against her shoulder and zeroed in on her target.

Zahn exhaled, feeling a wave of calm wash over her.

Inhale.

Hold breath.

Count heartbeats... 1... 2... 3... 4...

Zahn waited for that one instant between heartbeats to squeeze the trigger. She exhaled sharply as the gun rocked against her, feeling the impact shoot down her spine and into her toes. The thunderous crack of the .50 blew the snow off her rooftop ledge into a large misty cloud and made her ears ring, even through the noise-canceling headset she wore. She estimated a three second flight time and didn't wait to see the impact of the first bullet. Instead she yanked the bolt back and slammed another round home. She squeezed the trigger again and her Windrunner blasted thunder over the rooftop as it fired a second shot.

The first bullet made a sharp crack! as it slammed home a little northeast of center mass in the creature's shoulder as it was reaching back to deliver a lethal swipe. The second crushed into its knee joint. Zahn fired a third and a fourth time, landing two solid hits center mass. Now solidly ranged in, she delivered the fifth and final bullet in the magazine straight into the creature's gaping mouth.

"The mail has been delivered," she transmitted over comm coolly as she dropped the smoking magazine next to her and reached for the magnesium tipped tungsten rounds... They weren't tipped in iron, but even the quickly regenerating weres had trouble recovering from being turned into a fine paste.

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#2012-12-19 05:47:06, as written by Macabre Legion

Iokul Frosti/Capricorn

The king listened to Capricorn with such intent, many would have mistaken him for another ice sculpture in the park. He was, in a word, furious. the ice in the apartment was starting to melt, as his own hair changed from white, to blue, then green, brown, and settled on a black flame. It waved and quivered in the air, as nimbus of flames danced about his brow, wrists and ankles. "They dare?" His voice quivered with barely controlled rage, "They dare to tear us apart?" His image grew, and the lock upon his breast quivered violently as it tried to contain the entity within. He filled the entire room with his anger, his wrath, his want of total destruction for the entire human race. As quick as the anger appeared, however, it vanished, causing him to slump against his now soggy throne.

"My King," said Capricorn. He had taken a step forward, but was waved back.

"No," A sigh escaped the lips of Iokul, "We shall let our Children here of this. We shall let them hear out our child in full." A whirlwind of snow and frost enveloped him, then, propelling him to the window. There, he threw open the ice and glass, and howled a terrible wail into the air. Within moments, the clouds evaporated, summoning the zephyrs of the world. "In three days time," he began slowly, "There will be a Gathering that has not been seen in over a millennia." he sensed their excitement, as well as their anxiety, "Summon them. Call to them. Howl, screech, cry to them. Make them come to me." He growled the last portion, then continued with, "As it was in the beginning, so it shall be in the end. Use the beacons, and summon the Fae of Earth. Bring them to me."

White light began to fill the room, spilling out in waves towards the crowded streets below. It began to abolish the snow around the building slowly. The light soon changed to a black that was darker than pitch, and screeched towards the heavens above. It dispelled the clouds it touched, allowing the sun to shine through. The hated sun of Earth was enough to make Iokul's skin crawl, quite literally, too. It harmed him like no touch of iron could, but that was of little concern to him now. The Black Beacon, invisible to the humans of the world, but brighter than the accursed sun could ever be. It would shine for three days, and four nights, that was when the Gathering would begin, at midnight on the Earth's Winter Solstice.

"Begin preparations to receive guests," he called out to all that would hear him, "Capricorn," he turned towards his favorite, "you are in charge of the warriors that will guard our guests." A black card flew out of a secreted pocket, then, heading for the Autumn Fae.

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Capricorn caught the Black Card, and turned it over. A golden L stood emblazoned in the center, with silver and green vines wrapped around and within it. The Fae's eye sockets widened as he stared at it, blackened jaw going slack, and skeleton hand quivering. Legion. A demonic force with a hive-like mind, was only to be used as a last resort. "You want me to use this?" His whisper was barely audible.

"Of course I do," his King said slowly, dawning on a new set of clothing to accommodate the new change in temperature, and finished by putting on a pair of purple shades. "How do I look?" His grin was infectious once more, as the glamour settled smoothly about his shoulders. With a small sigh, he, as well, summoned his glamour, and gave a wry grin directed towards his king. "What do you think, my King?"

"I think you need to get some clothes on, before you head on out later today."

Looking down, he could see the large human manhood swinging in time to his voice and physical movements. Sighing, he said, "This is why I do not enjoy these creatures. They are too fleshy."

"You still have to head out and find the perfect place for the gathering, Capricorn." Iokul chuckled softly behind an opened hand.

"And where, pray tell, will you be?" A short growl escaped from the others lips, causing the King's eyes to narrow.

"I, my dear child, will be out and about. It is time I see what this devil of a city is all about." With a huff, he vanished, leaving a swirl of frost and green behind him. Sighing heavily, Capricorn turned towards the wardrobe, and decided to dress plainly. A pair of solid black boxers, along with a pair of faded jeans and a tight black shirt, was all he needed, before heading out into the human world.

Heading out into the snow was one thing, but the fading snow storm turned summer-like was almost unnerving. They were used to the cold, him and his younger siblings were. What the King was thinking, no one knew, but what was known now, however, was the fact that the humans were beginning to pour out of their hiding holes, and embraced the sunlight, the warmth. They were smiling, which made him remember to smile as well, even though he was miserable. Of course, there were still some clouds in the area, but not as great as it was a few moments before. "The sun is back," shout the gleeful humans, "Let's pray that it stays that way," cried another. This had perplexed them, when they first appeared. Of a single deity, when its hand was not present in anything they claimed it was. No magick filled the air when their priests spoke, no divine wrath from above, nothing. It was as though they were worshiping their own imaginations, and to their minds, they were.

This reminded him of another thought, causing him to sigh heavily. A few months into their arrival, many humans began to worship their every foot step, hung on their every word, and followed their commands to the letter. It was called 'The Cult of the Fae', and each wore a mask depicting which season they followed. A new sapling for Spring, bright flame for Summer, a black and gray skull for Autumn, and a white sculpted face for Winter. Each wore their own colors, as long as they stood with the mask they wore. However, they were soon wiped out, almost completely, due to the IPAF system. Most were gone, while the rest were in hiding, it was as simple as that.

Shaking himself physically, as well as mentally, Capricorn began to walk north, before stopping, and staring up at the human architect he had come out of. The beacon was gone, but appeared in multiple areas of the city. A slow grin formed upon his lips, and nodded his ascent to the strategy. The beacons would attract the Fae out of hiding, letting them know that a Gathering was soon to commence. This caused him to think for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Central Park," he exclaimed happily, before rushing off towards it. The park was perfect, as it offered the best strategic points in defensive and offensive tactics. 'It'll be,' his mind said in a slow hiss, as the world about him became a blur, 'Perfect.'

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#2012-12-19 17:14:34, as written by Layla

It was neither gradual nor gentle, being as if her foot had been placed over a land mine and then abruptly torn from it. The walls of her skull shook and trembled as an essence of the Queen rushed into her empty shell, tearing apart the seams that had held it apart. Raena found herself lying on the floor, staring at a bleak ceiling with its glaring lights. She must've fallen in her abrupt session of remembering. The High Queen did not squint against the light, why would she when it was so... Beneath her. She did, however, narrow her gaze at the dark haired man nearby. She grunted, bloody hell.

"Well, get on with it. State your name and... Whatever you are," she said with a frown, her head still pressed against the floor, her hair a ripple of white like a halo surrounding her head. "A wingless, two legged creature with a strange head," she mumbled. "It is neither a unicorn nor a Fey. A tortoise?" The turtles of the Faerie Realms walked on two legs and had a head - that was close enough. Right?

"My name is Azriel," he said.

"Azriel," she said his name slowly, as if forming human words was still a mystery to her. "Azriel," she repeated in her soft, sugared voice. "Hmph. Pretty," she said curtly.

Raena stood gingerly, although rising with an unnatural grace as she pressed her fingers to her temples. In the name of herself, this place was disorientating. Raena leaned against the kitchen counter, pursing her lips in distaste as she began at the man's crown, her eyes slowly drifting to his toes and rising once again to meet his eyes. "Immortal, wingless, but not a unicorn. A rock?" she mused, pushing away from the counter and gliding towards his cabinets. She pulled open a door, pulling out a mug and hanging it on the tip of her little finger. "Your goblets lack intricacy." Her finger traced the rim of the mug and a soft, observant, "Mmmm," hummed through her throat as she placed the mug by the sink.

"So tell me about this person you wish to find, he seems very important to you," Azriel said.

Raena was captivated by what he was doing with the equipment in the kitchen. He seemed to be cooking some strange things that smelled... Weird. He was gliding and spinning around her as if they were in a ballroom, but they were not, were they? Perhaps this was merely a freakishly small ballroom. Raena blinked up at him, captivated by the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he moved with a quiet elegance. "I don't know," she said in reply. "He has skin like... Shadows," she began, holding her hand in front of her and stretching out her fingers as if fascinated by her own hand. "Eyes like stars. Perfect, but hideous in a way that made hideousness beautiful," she said quietly. "Mine."

"Press the button on the right if you don't like the song." Raena blinked the scattered thoughts away, looking at the small rectangular cube he was pointing to. She looked at it in puzzlement, shrinking at the sound that had filled the kitchen.

"We are never, ever, ever, getting back together!" Raena frowned - how could they know? Were they Seers, able to see the future? She gingerly pressed the right button, jumping slightly as the music changed.

"Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad," the speakers sang. What?

"I want you to shake my booty, I want you to shake my booty!" Next.

"There's a piece of lead where my heart should beat
Doctor said "Too dangerous to reap
You'd better just leave it be"
Body grew back around it, a miracle, praise be
Now, if only I could get through airport security"

Raena stood still, her finger lingering over the next button as she stared at Azriel's laptop. The voice, it was... Familiar. Liquid crystals spilled from the skies, mingling with obsidian rivers and shattering into a voice - his voice. "Who is this?" she asked.

"You cared for me," she said curtly after a pause, as way of thanks. Raena paused, lifting her shirt to her lips and biting into the cloth. It wasn't edible. "Hmph," she huffed, dropping the shirt and curling her hand around the handle of the door. "I am removing the wall," she announced as she twisted the knob and pulled the door open. Raena sashayed down a hallway but stilled as she spotted a ravishing gown on a not so ravishing creature. "Female," she called, ushering the woman toward her. The stranger looked at Raena with utter confusion, looking over her shoulder before reluctantly walking towards the half-clad Queen of Order. "Who is your tailor?" Raena asked, eyeing the dress as if she were considering ripping it off the girl's body.

"Umm... What?" the woman mumbled, her eyes darting left and right.

"Who fashions your garments?" Raena rephrased.

"Uh... Forever 21...?"

"Brilliant. You are dismissed," Raena said with a wave of her hand and a toss of her silky white hair. The High Queen lifted her chin and sashayed down the hallway, pressing the elevator button as if she were performing a holy ritual. "This is an elevator," she told Azriel. "It goes up and down."

"I summon this Earthling, Forever 21," she announced as she stepped out of the elevator after staring at the crack that separated the elevator from the floor on the other for several long moments. "He will fashion me a gown. This garment of yours is not very warm," she told the Vampire as if he alone was responsible for the warmth of clothing. The Queen's first step outside of the building was much worse than a shock. She stilled, narrowing her gaze at the blanket of white that coated the world. The first thing she noticed, however, was not that she was bloody freezing, but that their horses were flat or fat, or both, and metallic? The second thing she noticed was how... Colourless everything was. Their ground were made with a strange, grey brick and their skies had no rivers, their trees, no eyes.

A whistle was blown, causing the Queen to jump back in surprise. "Hey, hey, babe! You are one fine motherfucker!" called a man as his other male comrades slapped him on the back as they barked unusual sounds. Why had they slapped him? Were they not friends? And what was -

"A motherfooka?" she repeated in puzzlement, looking at Azriel incredulously. "Your people are quite eccentric. What is a 'motherfooka?' Strange, very strange," she mumbled, continuing on her merry way, despite having no clue where she was going. She was the Queen, the world and its inhabitants would shift for her. Although the structures here seemed quite rude, she had to take a step away from straight just to avoid an uneducated pole with three circles and changing colours. She'd gotten a few more uncalled for, "Hey babeh washyouh naym"'s which she did not get at all. But what was the weirdest of all was the one man who'd said, "Yo baby, you be my Dairy Queen, I'll be your Burger King. You treat me right and I'll do it your way right away."

"Is he the king of this foreign world?" she'd asked Azriel. "King Burger? But what is dairy and why did he call me his child? Is he my father?"

Raena stopped in her tracks, glaring at a building for not moving out of her way before tilting her head to the side and blinking her large powder blue eyes. "Forever 21 has yet to arrive."

Kiser sniffed Zahn out long before she'd come close to him but he decided not to react. What was the point? "Hey," she whispered in his ear. He sighed as she swung her brass knuckle covered fist back and winced as it connected with his chin and smacked his head aside. Ouch. That surprisingly hurt. "Don't you EVER leave a soldier behind again!"

"Not bad for a girl punch," he joked, rubbing his bloody chin and split lip. Kiser grinned, holding up both hands in a gesture of peace. "Okay, okay. I deserved that." Zahn went on to threaten him, a threat he didn't pay much attention to as he'd already turned his body to the Fey before him. The brutal wounds on his face inflicted by the sulking, serious, brooding Dunkelzahn was already healing, becoming a mere bruise on his face. He didn't care about the soldiers of IPAF. They did what they had to and knew full well the consequences and dangers they were enlisting for, years of work on the field when he'd been with the military had hardened him, desensitised him to the prospect of death. Jenson only reminded him of it. He'd been a Commander and so, so many of his soldiers had died, there was no longer any point in caring or even learning to know their names. He'd been rather fond of Jenson, though, and he'd never admit it but he found that their nickname for him - Yeti - had grown on him.

"In the name of the Queen, where have you been?" Tiggy gushed. Orpheus pressed a pianist worthy finger over her lips, closing his eyes and cocking his head as if listening to the wind, although, that was all just for dramatic effect.

"Shh," he whispered. "Do not use the Queen's name in vain." Orpheus opened his eyes, a grin lighting his flawless features. "Nice to see you, too, Tiggy Stardust."

"Where have you been?" the Summer Fey continued. Orpheus arched a brow - a gesture almost no other Fey used due to how beneath them it was, but Orpheus quite liked these human expressions. They were rather... Expressive. The Oracle of Darkness gestured toward a billboard with his perfect face upon it, his intense pools of azure staring through the camera at all who laid eyes on his photograph. God, he was sexy. 'Sacrilegious' was written by his name, it was the name of the band he'd somehow joined without remembering doing so. They were famous now, apparently, and he was their lead singer and guitarist. Well, as long as it paid for his drinks and ravishing mansion.

"Looks like you haven't been keeping up with the tabloids and Earthling music, little one," he mused. As if to prove his point, a crowd of teenage girls raced towards him; Orpheus beamed, gracing them with his heart-shattering smile. The girls seemed to melt in the steps as they surrounded him, shoving Tiggy aside as they did. "Girls, girls. I am quite busy," he teased, reaching through them and grabbing Tiggy's wrist, pulling her to his side and lazily hanging an arm around her shoulders. "Although, I'm absolutely free tonight," he said with a wink. The girls giggled - predictable - as he quickly signed whatever objects they handed him. After much convincing - or not, since he was fantastic at making people do as he wished - they finally went away. Orpheus chuckled, before his face fell abruptly into a frown.

"As we were saying, where did you see this maybe-Rae? Did you see where she went? And why are you referring to yourself in third person? Where is the blue-skinned killer? What's his name? Praxis."

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#2012-12-21 09:14:39, as written by MaliceInWonderland

Tiggy was unable to move when his hand brushed against her face. Her body warmed more than normal at his touch. She cursed her body’s weakness. “Tiggy has not been tamed...” She said looking at him. It was truth, obviously as she could not lie but the thing was, he made her far from tame. The opposite. She had the feral urge to have her way with him but she managed to keep it at bay.

He then answered her question. She almost flinched. “Tiggy told you. She forgets.” She said meekly. His touch made her voice come lighter than she wanted. She looked at him when he spoke again about the connection he didn’t share with the Queen and King. She looked away. He was lucky. She’d been feeling as though she’d been starving since the Queen had gone missing and Order was offset. She didn’t bother to say that it was probably going to kill her.

Than she felt a tug in her body. She frowned slightly. The Dark King was calling. Orpheus seemed to hear the same, regardless of his lack of connection. She rolled her eyes at his mentioning of texting. In the span of six months. She found she was quite good at texting. Humans did it all the time, especially the ones she was with. The young adults. They did it quite often and sometimes even if they were in each other’s presence. So Tiggy had to acquire one of those ‘cellphones’ and if she wanted to keep up, she had to get the ones that did way too much. A smart phone or some such nonsense. When she first saw one. She didn’t think it was smart at all.
Suddenly, Orpheus’ lips brushed hers and against Tiggy’s own will, her eyes fluttered close and she allowed it. Her eyes snapped open when he whispered she should go to ‘Central Park’. Her heart was racing and her hands heated up to the point that were almost glowing. Damn him for being able to do that to her. His ability to both infuriate her and excite her all in the same moment was so bothersome. She turned away and began toward the Central Park, but her walk was cut off when she was snatched from behind. She was dragged into a brush and thrown on her back she looked up to find she was surrounded by a group of men. Humans. “Oh look at this.” said one. “How pretty.” said another. “ What do you want? Tiggy has places to be.” She said and the men all laughed. “Who’s Tiggy?” He asked as if she were a child. Tiggy huffed. “Tiggy’s Tiggy.” She said getting to her feet. “ No one will miss the retard.” One of them said and Tiggy rolled her eyes. The men agreed and two grabbed her by the arms. “What are you doing?” she asked, not bothering to struggle.”You’ll see.” said one the men and he approached her. He reached for her chest and Tiggy huffed.
Throwing up her legs, She kicked the man in the stomach, throat and nose. The man fell back with a hard thud. “Gah, The bitch broke my nose!” he choked out, curled in a ball. The men laughed and two holding her held tighter. Tiggy simply snatched her arms from their grip, She spun, slamming her fist into one’s face and then spun again to with an elbow to the other’s. The stumbled backward. The one she punched was unconscious, while the other she elbowed charged forward. Tiggy dodged easily and grabbed him by the throat. Her hand heated up, He looked shocked as his neck began to blacken. He struggled against her grip and than his entire body blackened and turned to ash. She opened her hand and dusted off the ashes and now was weak. She stumbled out of the brush looking around to see if Orpheus or anyone noticed. By the Queen, why did she feel so tired.

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Iokul Frosti

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a character in “How to spot a Faerie”, as played by Macabre Legion

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