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"I have heard of you," Robin offers kindly, head tilting on the direction of the newcomer and away from the swamp slowly consuming one of it's sacrifices. A foolish demon that had bothered her as she explored the Otherworld, and one that would not bother her people again. "How curious, that we have seen an uptick on arrivals, now that we have settled on this realm. How fruitful too." The more new arrivals, the less attention Zahrya would put on her theoretical future children. Specially because she is pretty sure this one fit the description of 'breedable' that Zahrya so desired for his hoard of broodmothers. Maybe she should mention him at the tail end of the next chancellor's meeting, actually. "A pleasure, Din'an. Be welcomed to my court. As long as you abide by our laws, you will always have a seat on my table."

where. dusk court, bayby who. @thegoodfellow

The mortal realm reeked of what should be beneath him, of what should have been culled long ago in favor of those with more worth. Humans; they were such vile little creatures, and yet, served quite the purpose when Din'an could not feast upon better morsels. If he wished to find a place within the mortal realm, then he would need to abide by its rules. For now. Which had been precisely the notion when he approached the chancellor, pleasant enough smile upon his lips, "I thought it would be wise to come introduce myself. So that we may get to know each other." Or so that he could avoid suspicion should some of the elves recount any stories of a creature so like themselves, but that which responded as a vampire. "I am Din'an."

"Let's merely agree that we could both learn from the other," Robin ends the matter with a huff of amusement at his denial. That the maker of humanity didn't believe himself to have something worth teaching speaks either of a great deal of humility or a shattered ego. Neither of the options were particularly pleasing, but she would rather it be the first. After all, she had decided to welcome all those demigods that descended from a member of her court upon their forests and treat them as her citizens. And yet, too much humility could be a rather dangerous thing for Prometheus if he is to remain in the courts. "Do feel free to stay for as long as you want, all descendants of the Dusk Court are welcome to live in my court. Be warned, however, only those with clairvoyance should feel welcome to venture off the marked path. Without it, you might anger the forest."

The demigod used to be so devout, such a perfect little follower and maybe some of that was still buried very, very, very deep within. Maybe it came out when he genuinely wanted to respect a leader. For the time being, Prometheus could not find anything to hold against the Chancellors of the Courts and he was bias in his like for the young Dusk Chancellor. He nearly smiled a bit at the thought as she waved away his gratitude.

"If anything, there is more that your people could teach me than I could teach them. But I would be honored to offer anything I've got, especially if you started teaching the young ones again." He paused. "Then if it's all the same to you, I'm thinking of maybe sticking around for a bit. I need to collect enough funds to find my own place in the mortal realm." He hesitated, lips pursed almost sheepishly. "The humans whose home I was... borrowing... are bound to return. I can't keep running from one place to the next." And the Pyramid was definitely not an option for living; somehow both of the Archdruid sisters did not seem comfortable at all with his presense and Aren just looked at him like he was a sad puppy.

"Want to try drinking me under the table, honey?" She asks between laughs, looking down at the falling their comrade-at-drinking and sending his future hangover her best wishes. That is going to hurt, if everything she had heard about mortal hangovers is true. "I do warn you, as an eladrin I don't get drunk easily with mortal liquor. But if you are offering, I will take a mojito or seven."

@senatusstartersLocation: Halloween Party​

“Let’s fucking go! That’s how you drink someone under the table.” Anders was laughing now, having won all of his own personal drinking contests. But his friend, or maybe they were just strangers, had just won and sent the other lycan tumbling to the ground, unable to continue drinking. “This round is on me. We drink until we fuck, then we die. That is all to life. So – keep drinking. What do you want now?”

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zahryaofspring​:

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Ah yes, the sex. Copulation was required for mortals to reproduce and attempt to live beyond their feeble lives through the blood of their progeny. He knew some of the fey found pleasure in the flesh, but Zahrya had always seen himself above it. He knew for a brief moment, his parents held genuine love for each other and brought him forth as a result. Did he bloom out of the unions of their bodies or out of pure magic like he’d hoped for his future heir? Maybe both? It was something to ponder. 

“I have tried to reproduce in the past, but have not been successful. I doubt this setting has any unique quality that would allow my seed to take root when the faerie realm could not.” Because, by his logic, what would be the point if not to expand their numbers? Not to mention there were other factors. He had no labyrinth to safeguard the child, plus the Queen was in jail. Imagine nurturing a flower bud in a world where Her Majesty was behind bars! Absolutely not. “Besides, my options are quite limited. Excluding the other chancellors, there aren’t many higher-born eladrin in attendance.” 

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“It’s not about your seed taking root,” she begins to say, deliberating how she is to explain to the Chancellor that he is extremely wind up and a quick fuck might help him wind down, considering everything else. Nothing will relieve the weight of their Queen being imprisoned, but a brief distraction while he is incapable of helping her might do wonders. “It is about a brief sense of peace, a moment to relax amidst all of our current stressors. Think of it of a sort of exercise to calm one nerves and destress. Of course, it is not for everybody and I do mean to pressure you, but it is quite a delightful experience and I believe you should at least give it a try. As a Spring Eladrin you must be aware that new beginnings, trying new things, is an important part of the cycle of life, correct?”

She has to bite her tongue to prevent a rather filthy comment that wants to break free. After all, she doesn’t think mentioning to the Chancellor that other species could be good sex partners would be a good idea. The man has made his views of non-eladrin clear.

“Now, perhaps there are not many higher born eladrin in attendance, but I have seen quite a few common eladrin that are quite the sight,” she points out as she recalls her brief re-introduction with the Eladrin Marshal. “Furthermore, may I remind you that both Fen’harel and Aurora have common parents? Implying that the children of common eladrin cannot be powerful seems rather odd, when we have clear examples of the contrary.”

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He is steadfast in his duties as Guardian, protecting life within the forest while ensuring that the other eladrin can continue to feel at home. Zahrya watches and nurtures and does his best to not interfere with the others’ plans for the realm. For now. Still, he’s simultaneously grown restless within the forest and less inclined to leave it. He’s desperate for company, so much so that he’s able to look beyond the wall he’s wanted to keep between him and Robin. “This forest was created in our likeness and I am the most breathtaking of us all. It makes sense,” he agrees as he approaches, still just as susceptible to flattery as ever. “Though don’t think I’ll let the quality of the other sections drop. I observe and care for all within the forest. One day Her Majesty will visit and everything must be perfect for her. A forest teeming with life and laughter is the bare minimum of what she deserves.”

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“Now that I must respectfully disagree,” Robin begins to say, tone softly teasing and careful. She knows her new position has changed how Zahrya sees her, knows that there is a distance now that had not been there back in Halloween, and yet, she cannot change the facts, cannot change what has happened. If he is to repudiate whatever friendship she offers, he will do so knowing her truly, not a mask she creates to please him above all. After Fen’harel, the Fall Court cannot afford any more lies, not if they want to recover from the betrayal that has not stopped stinging to this day. “I find myself quite breathtaking, and I assume Aurora and Laer believe the same of themselves too. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and so on. That does not detract of the beauty, however, this is truly a piece of the Courts found within the mortal realm.”

She listens to his words and nods in understanding once he is done.

“I would never think that, I am aware and thankful for your commitment to your duties,” she comments, failing to mention the concern she had brought up during Halloween. “I know Her Majesty will appreciate your work.”

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He could not help but feel a bit of frustration well up inside of him when Robin mentioned that she and Regina had spoken previously.  Frustration quickly transformed into that strange, disconnected feeling he got when people knew of him.  He hated being perceived.  He was just anonymous, a nobody, a silent program running in the background.  “I don’t think the Eye is willing to trust the dumb fuck rednecks they hire as hunters with any crucial information.  But if I can gain access to their network through him, it might lead to something big,” The lycan mused.  It seemed that Robin was holding back as well, refusing to give up any details about her network of spies at the time.  But any information about the elusive organization was powerful, and could spell disaster for their cause if it fell into the wrong hands, so he understood her reluctance to let him in on anything more than what he needed to know. “I’m going to need this hunter’s name.  And yours as well. I’d like to know who I’m working with.” 

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“Perhaps not, but his affiliation to the Eye does give him access to their buildings and technology, does it not? As you said, he serves as the perfect Trojan horse. Blindly loyal as he is, no one would suspect him to being a breach until we frame him for it.” Information and revenge, delivered in one fell swoop once they no longer need Wade to enter the Eye’s servers. He had chosen his side, so she would choose hers and ensure there is nothing familiar he can rely on when she is done with him. That her plan allows her to do so is a benefit, but a secondary one when faced with the true prize she has in mind. In-depth information on the Eye is difficult to attain, even with her own spies, so getting a source which will allow her to get as much information as she needs without worrying about the consequences if Wade is caught is going to be beyond helpful. “The hunter’s name is Wade Calhoun,” Robin says, before placing a hand to her chest and offering the lycan a half bow in greeting. “I am Robin Goodfellow, the Fall Chancellor.”