House of Autumn
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Post by House of Autumn on Jan 25, 2018 3:16:19 GMT -8
The capital city of the Autumn Court, Vivrenyde is situated within a red forest, at the southernmost tips of the winter court's grasp. The city is quite populated, and overlooked by a tall mountain. Most of the buildings are situated within the trees themselves. The Autumn Court hosts many cooks, the exotic spices found only in this region making the food more tasteful and delicious than any other faes, or so they boast. The scent of foreign, and delicious, food often wafts through Vivrenyde to the surrounding regions.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
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Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 27, 2018 14:04:22 GMT -8
Hayzea flutters into Vivrenyde, stopping at a small house, with the scent of meat drifitng lazily, along with smoke, from the house. Concerned, Hayzea knocks sharply three times, her gloves in place. The door opens a moment later, by a short, amber-eyed and brown haired fairy, with small, diminuitive wings and three small, still developing horns Her skin was slightly scaley, but for the most part, regular. "Hazel? What's going on?"
"Tenanye's cooking!" The child responded shyly, opening the door fully to let Hayzea in.
"Thank you, Hazel." The Queen responded, flashing a smile. Entering the house, she headed straight for the kitchen. There at the stove, was the tall woman, Tenanye, with long locks of golden honey, and eyes of oceanic waters. Marring her beautiful face was a pale, jagged scar that ran from her forehead, down over one eye, to her cheekbone. There was a thin, messy tear in one of her gossamer wings. Still, she smiled as she cooked the, what appeared to be burning, food. "Tenanye, your food is burning." Hayzea noted dryly.
"No, it's smoking. This is a new type of cooking I 'discovered'. It doesn't smell as pleasant.. Yet!" Tenanye responded, winking at Hayzea. Hayzea understood clearly, but did nothing about that matter.
"What are you.. Smoking?" Hayzea asked.
"Murk Wolf!" Tenanye said with a grin. "Murk wolf with some drake liver, and other stuff." She pointed at the liver which sat, slowly cooking in a pot of water. "Could you be a dear and put the Evermorne sauce next to the boiling pot of drake liver, silver geese and leviathan meat. I want to surprise Nidhogg." She cocked her hip in the direction of the pot.
"Okay." Hayzea responded, grabbing the cold, brownish-red sauce, and placing it near the pot.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 15:01:44 GMT -8
The great, scarlet tree of Vivrenyde greeted Isolde from afar with its brilliant colors. Such shades were not seen in the winter territories often. If Isolde took a liking to it, there was absolutely no sign of it on her face. This was typical of many winter fae and many knew it. The Queen, however young and new to her position, was certainly no exception.
Accompanying her were two guards: the first was a dullahan wearing heavy armor emblazoned with the blue and white colors of their court. His face was gnarly, mouth extending past where a human's should have, with fangs so large they grew past the boundaries of his lips and displayed themselves. His head was strapped to his saddle of his dark steed by his long, silvery hair. On his hip coiled a whip made from the spine of some deceased creature.
The second flew above in the form of an snowy owl, silently contemplating the path ahead. No one else accompanied the Winter Queen, who left a wintery trail from the Rumbling Pines.
While not as extravagant as the the one she wore into the meeting with the Tyrant, the dress she wore was masterfully crafted. It clung to her body with no bustle lifting the back, flaring out at her thighs with a train that tumbled along the ground like water in a creek. A pattern that represented wary eyes adorned her bodice, and every once in a while, at the corner of one’s vision, it seemed as though they were looking around or swiveling in their sockets to stare.
As they approached the door of Vivrenyde, Isolde was given access within with much more ease than she was expecting. The trio passed through without trouble, and with a little inquiry, began their trek to find Hayzea.
Soon, they came to a small house that none of the winter fae were expecting to come upon. No glances were exchanged, though a sense of confusion passed between them. After a moment’s hesitation, Isolde rose her hand and knocked.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
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Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 5, 2018 16:25:45 GMT -8
A few moments after the knock, and the door was slowly opening. Holding the door open was a little fae, with brown hair and amber eyes. There were a few patches of scales across her body, and three small horns on her forehead. "D-do you want H-hayzea?" She shivered out, cold.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 18:27:45 GMT -8
The Queen of the Winter House gazed emptily down at the petite figure before her. "Queen Hayzea is the one who called upon me," she criticized. "I am here to respond to her summons. Does she reside here?"
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 5, 2018 18:41:38 GMT -8
The girl looked at Isolde funny. "No, she lives in her palace. She is here right now though." She stepped out of the door way, gesturing to the kitchen. "Mama, someone's here to see Hayzea." The girl shouted. The smell of burning food wafted through, pervading Isolde's nostrils. As the girl led the Winter Queen into the kitchen, Hayzea was laughing with another, older fae, one which Isolde might've recognized as from once hailing from the Winter Court. This would be the 'mama' the young child fae referred to.
"Isolde," Hayzea said with a mirthful chuckle, dipping her head. "This is Tenanye, she came from your court! That's her daughter, Hazel." The Decaying Queen giggled out. Tenanye frowned. Hayzea let out a chirp three times. "My dear should come here soon enough. Hazel, go wait by the door for our guest."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 20:23:44 GMT -8
When she was invited inside, Isolde followed the small fae, holding up a hand to the dullahan to stand at the door. The owl, however, flew right in and perched on the fae queen’s shoulder. As they approached Hayzea and the older fae woman, Isolde gave the slightest curtsey. She was royalty, sure, but this was not her home, nor was it her territory. Manners were ever so important. Even the crown’s aura was contained, as to not disturb those around her.
"Yes," replied the pale queen to the auburn one. "I do remember her. Hello again, Tenanye. It has been a year since our last meeting. Perhaps more.”
Her attention turned towards the autumn ruler, stoically staring at the other fae. “You have called upon me, Hayzea, Queen of Autumn. For what occasion have I been summoned?”
The owl on Isolde’s shoulder watched with bright blue eyes, surveying the home they had entered, listening intently to the conversation.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 5, 2018 20:37:00 GMT -8
Tenanye dipped her head. "Your majesty," she said, curtseying lightly, before resuming cooking. She snuck a few glances at Hayzea and Isolde, curious.
Hayzea wrung her fingers together, the gloves still in place. "You remember the decree of the Tyrant in Gold, yes? I was thinking.. Perhaps an alliance could be beneficial for both of us. I hold no love for the Summer King, and Spring remains elusive and standoffish." She said bluntly. She was not scared of Isolde, for she knew one simple fact.
She could kill the Winter Queen any time she pleased.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 8:37:48 GMT -8
Tap, tap...
Tap tap tap tap...
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TaptaptaptaptapTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
Something was incessantly tapping on the door to no end. It sounded more like a hard beak upon the wooden door.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 6, 2018 12:08:54 GMT -8
Hazel opens the door and points to the kitchen.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 16:39:02 GMT -8
A sudden gust of wind would blast right through the cozy little abode, curling and fading into a shower of feathers that would begin to blink out of existence as they fluttered and landed gently on the floor behind the Winter Queen, revealing the young Fae with the owl mimic mask tugged down to cover her face. The eyes in the mask settled on both women of court in silence, watching with an unseen expression.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 6, 2018 20:30:58 GMT -8
Hazel walks off, presumably to do something.
Tenanye ignores Savre, while Hayzea waves a hand in glee. "Savre, welcome! Isolde, this is one of my generals."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 20:59:34 GMT -8
Both Isolde and the bird upon her shoulder turned to stare at the owl-masked fae that entered. The ice queen lifted her chin in acknowledgment. "Salutations," she greeted her, "General Savre."
When the Winter Queen turned her attention back to Hayzea, the owl upon her shoulder kept her glowing blue eyes onto Savre.
"Queen Hayzea of House Autumn, the relations between us have been cordial at best, but nothing more. I understand your disdain for the Summer court, as I share the sentiment, but we are not in a position to make decisions due to our nature. Our display at the Court of Gold was embarrassment within the eyes of the Tyrant. I am not adverse to joining you, but I will require more encouragement."
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 7, 2018 21:28:39 GMT -8
"We are in no place to decide due to our nature?" She asks, raising a brow inquisitively. "I do believe we are in a place to decide whom we ally with. What happened at the Court of Gold?" She rolls her eyes. "The nature of my power is erratic, chaotic. Dismiss what the Tyrant thinks, for it will change if we win this war." She pauses though, to narrow her eyes at Isolde. "The question is, Queen Isolde of House Winter, do you want to win? You know little of the Autumn, nor of it's queen. Do not be quick to dismiss me."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 8:15:16 GMT -8
Savre didn't pay much mind to those present, nobility or not. Her attention was on the owl that was continuing to stare at her. The mask came up to reveal her face, watching the animal with a rather solemn stare. She would creep closer to the Winter Queen and stand up on tip toe to get closer to the bird - staring it directly in the eyes with a sense of serene understanding. Though, of what was anyone's guess.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 9:41:50 GMT -8
Isolde head tilted to the side so subtly that the curious gesture might have been missed. "Dismiss, I do not. I do need clarity. Was that talk of overthrowing the Tyrant, or pleasing him, Queen Hayzea of House Autumn?"
The owl, hearing Hayzea's words, ruffled its feathers. The tension was high, but there was little chance an actual fight would happen. Both Queens would be dead that day, no matter who fell first. To her understanding, that is what the Tyrant wished. The month was hardly over. It was not yet time to start fighting. It stared at Savre regardless, wondering if she understood that much of the situation.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 9, 2018 22:59:51 GMT -8
"No, not of overthrowing the Tyrant. Nor of pleasing him. But of winning this war among the Houses."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 23:45:22 GMT -8
The Fae merely continued to stare at the owl, blinking as the feathers fluffed up. A little smile tugged at her lips, before she reached up and attempted to carefully run a fingers over the head of the animal and down its back - to smooth out the pretty feathers and try to calm it.
The conversation was over her head, and anyone could likely guess that. She was young, and naïve. The only thing of her attention right now was the owl watching her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 8:24:05 GMT -8
"You believe this is a war that can be won?" Isolde asked Hayzea. "Ambitious."
The Winter Queen had certainly been gearing up for war, and she certainly wanted an upper hand, but the war between the fae had not once ceased until the Tyrant came along. One had never dominated another since the dawn of the courts. There were times when one had an upper hand as the seasons churned, but there were no winners. Not truly.
Chirping, the owl fluffed its feathers as it was pet. What an odd thing.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 12, 2018 21:28:26 GMT -8
"I believe it can be more than one. I believe we can utterly dominate the opposition." She says proudly, her eyes flickering.
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