O'er Thy Unknown Grave

[Mason Leciel]

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…From change to change their being rolls,
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A silent whisper of wind spread across the shore, pushing along the large masses of white clouds, like beats interwoven in the words of poetry. They stained the brilliant azure of the sky like heavy strokes of paint. That same whisper pushed the waves from the eternal sea of Vaelheimr towards the powdery white sand, drenching it and soaking its depths with its magick. Here, the Fae races had fought many battles, and upon this particular stretch of the strand, a lone figure wandered, away from the currently bothersome cities further inland.

It had the appearance of black-coloured lion, an oddity not to be seen in any realm, mortal or otherwise, so that definitely set apart Shifters as a possibility. Illusion? Around the lion their glimmered faint sparkles of light, clearly marking this vision as the product of a glamour, albeit a weak one. Anyone, with the slightest hint of effort, would see in the creature’s place, the shadowy outline of an imposing figure. A little more effort would then unveil the tall stature of a male, seemingly young, but older than any mortal’s imaginings. Under the carelessly and poorly weaved magick, this Seelie Fae walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking rather sullen. His dark-brown hair, so dark as to nearly appear black, grew more wind-tousled every second, while his golden eyes stared blankly at the white sand before his shuffling feet. Perhaps he did not require the glamour; with that blank, emotionless look upon his face, added to his imposing six-foot-five-inches of strength, he could have driven off most people. Still… the leonine form seemed like a good warning.

What had driven this Fae to wandering from his usually bright home in Álfheimer? That lay within the depths of his being, roiling like a storm within Vaelheimr, yet still on the surface. Mason was making a pilgrimage to location dear to his heart, yet still so painful. In the distance he could see it: a large outcropping of rock down the shore.

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word count: 336
tags: Open
lyrics: The Scholar Gypsy by Matthew Arnold
notes:n/a

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[Calintz Meme]

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort
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Lately, Calintz had been spending far more time alone than was healthy for a social proprietor like himself. As king, it was only natural that he spend twenty hours of his day adhering to the commands of his people and doing his duty to provide them with every such thing that they could possibly desire. At the present, his people were more or less content, for the past two days he'd been allowing himself a temporary leave that consisted wandering the common areas of the fair folk. Papers that needed to be signed had been signed, wax seals had been dripped, documents had been read, laws had been passed, he had been busy, and now he was tired. For not only did he toe the lions share of the work, but he did Colonello's bit as well. His adorable yet vague and useless Queen. How beautiful she was when standing in the sunlight, but only a figure head, for in actuality she was obsolete. The cold heart in him whispered taunting things, but he was Seelie and he would not be king if he was weak enough to fall to his mischievous side too often. He'd been amongst his people earlier, watching them live, inspecting the areas in which they inhabited that they were well maintained and those there were comfortable.

He'd passed through the markets, purchased trinkets of the color red he thought would bring a smile to his Queen's lips for when he returned home. But for now he wanted to be alone. His guard had made themselves scarce, in the end if something happened to him he would be left to defend himself, four thousand and some years, he should be up to the task. He furrowed his brow as the ocean whispered to him of another, and slowly those blue eyes filled with contempt and wondered lofted from the rifting tides across the bone white sand toward the intruding interloper. He was composed, after all this place was free too all it would not be fair if he decided to hog the outcropping as a spot for merely him to rest. He watched this man and couldn't help but think him familiar. Now Calintz did not pretend to know every noble in his court, but there were few that he could peg on site. Unfortunately, this down trodden man was not the one. Clad in shoddy glamor that his trained eyes had picked out immediately. He was now officially curious. Calintz knew his face, or what of it he could see the angle his head was turned down was just awkward enough to pose a problem.

If he knew the face then it must mean that this person was worth remembering. Maybe a friend of Nello's? He pursed his lips, now it would bother him until he found out. A soft meow perked up beside him, he glanced over to Yuri, the little manifestation of his light power, it bolted from the rock and down the sands to close the small gap that had presented itself before the feline as though to challenge it's light paws. The cat rocketed through the sand and surf and curled up and around the mans legs in a show of curious affection. Yuri was a fan of feline glamor, it was obvious, and as Calintz slowly descended the rocks he could see she was smitten. With a coaxing click of his tongue he held his arm out and Yuri hesitantly hopped up and vanished in to his arm. "I must apologize, sometimes my magic gets away from me."

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Word Count: 730
Music: Begins with Blood
Note: Hope you don't mind. If you do I can delete it. <3
Tag: Mason~

[Mason Leciel]

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…From change to change their being rolls,
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Wandering had always come naturally to this towering creature; his body maneuvered through the warm sands without much problem, his instincts leading him to swerve around the occasional rock sticking out of the earth. Every instant of time, as he drew closer to the outcropping, seemed to bring about a heavier augmentation to his form; the sparkles of light that swirled about his glamour began to rankle and frazzle like children’s sparklers. Every so often he brought himself to this one spot… just to remember… to feel that pain, and the still raw sensation manifested in those orbs of light.

Yet what new presence had decided to greet him at the place of his woe? He paused just a few feet away from the rock, larger than the others along the strand, which had turned into his intention more than awhile ago. This strange aura… It felt familiar. Had he felt it at one of the courts? …Perhaps a festival or one of the dances? Mason never lifted his downcast eyes; if one could take a good look at them behind his locks of dark brown hair, one would see them glinting with curious calculation now, despite the faint lingering of melancholy at the edges. If this presence denoted someone from the Seelie Court, he might end up getting an earful; this particular Fae had a habit of interfering with the mortal world, usually in ways, perhaps not benign, but definitely not malign. It certainly set him apart that he wore clothes he copied from the fashionable circles of the mortal realm. Now, for example, he had on a pair of black sandals, blue-jeans, and a plain crimson hoodie, making him look like one of those young people he had seen lounging about in Palm Beach. In any case, he certainly rankled a few of the older members of his race with his choices; the younger ones had the “excuse of being immature.”

His frame tensed up, the sinews under his skin hardening to steel as he felt the presence of that small feline curl up at his feet. Of course, he knew even a cat could see through his glamour in the poor state he had weaved it. The corner of his mouth twitched the slightest bit. He liked cats, as his glamour would reveal, and even in this bad state he could appreciate a little bit of affection. The large Fae had the thought of bending down to stroke the cat’s ear, but it quickly darted off at the clicking sound Mason had heard as well. Tilting his head up, he took a glance at the figure that met his eyes: a smallish looking young male who spoke of magick. A strange light flashed in the one golden eye that glanced at the male; Mason recognized this fellow, and it sparked the beginnings of a transmutation in his mood.

“There’s no need to apologize, Your Majesty,” Mason uttered in a normal-toned voice, a smile drawing across his features. The wind picked up a bit and blew his hair about, revealing both of his eyes, which had a more congenial look now. Yet, anyone who knew him well enough would say that his better moods meant more danger. He had nearly been 500 years old when the king of his people had entered into existence, so he had a keen sense for telling that one apart. The change in his demeanor worked its way through rather quickly, and now his posture relaxed ever so well, his hands still in his pockets, and a hip sticking slightly out to the side. “How can I humbly serve you today?” Tch, playing courtier for his own ends, just a little bit of fun; he still had someone to see at the outrcropping…

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word count: 630
tags: Calintz
lyrics: The Scholar Gypsy by Matthew Arnold
notes:No worries! Loved your post. Sorry if mine is a bit off; I'm a little rusty.

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[Calintz Meme]

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort
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Calintz stared at him quietly, he felt the darkness pooling over the gold flecks in his eyes as he swallowed his throat flexing. He removed his hands from his wide sleeves and leaned back a bit, his hair flowed in his face and the dangerous look returned to his face. "For the moment I am merely Calintz. But if you insist on that smart ass attitude I would rapidly become your king again and you might not like it, Nobleman." His voice was rifted with a quite warning. Calintz did not rise to his position the easy way, he was an unacceptable heir, the product of a defect, but still he served his people unbiased to their quiet dislike of him. If this man was no different from the others then that was fine, another blank face sporting a smile in his court of fools. He disliked his nobleman, his noblewomen, for they were not to keen on him the secrets of his birth were known to the older ones. Not many of those left behind...after all the war had taken many lives only the offspring had remained. But this man made his bones ache, there was a possibility that he was one oft he people that knew about him, if so he would have to tread carefully, one wrong move and he could be vindicated shamefully from his throne as he'd done to his Father.

"You seem to be out of sorts..." He let the sentence hang further, he wasn't one to pry and the boy had already gotten under his skin with his chilly demeanor. Though he should probably be glad that he wasn't overly clingy and adorably nice like most Seelie. Gods above knew how much he loved his people, that he would do anything for them, but there were times when he just wanted to reach out and rip the throat out of the next person who came up to him with a gift or a kind word. There was a limit and he was rapidly reaching his. He startled seeing Yuri rubbing up against his leg again. Sometimes he could swear his magic had a mind of it's own, he rarely controlled the ghost cat, she appeared out of his magic on more occasion than one but he was grateful to her she was immensely helpful when it came to him and awkward situations. He'd started off wrong, he'd threatened a noble and for what? Maybe he was just overreacting with a sigh he ruffled his dark brown locks and turned his eyes back to the man. "Forgive me...it's been a long day. I feel a little bit overwhelmed." He felt as if he could talk to this man as if he'd been through it before. He narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked away leaving the kitty to acquaint itself with her new friend.

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Word Count: 617
Music: Begins with Blood
Note: Sorry it's so much shorter~ <3
Tag: Mason~

[Mason Leciel]

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Tilting his head back, a low chuckle escaped from the Seelie’s lips; well, well… this king had a very sharp tongue. Of course, he had known this for a good while. As for any possible secrets, Mason had just an inkling of what went on with the royal family; he may have belonged to the aristocracy, but from a young age he had set himself apart and quite often spent time in the mortal realms. For that matter, he rarely had an interest in rumour and scandal; things like that belonged with the other, air-headed, members of the aristocracy.

The tall Fae noticed the presence of that mysterious feline once more, and upon hearing the king’s apology, he pulled his hands from his pockets and stretched his long arms high up into the air. He rolled his head about and tensed the muscles in his back, occasioning a pop or crack here and there. The lightest of groans escaped his lips as he released all of the tension from his muscles. To think, just a little while ago he had looked as dull as the colour of the rock he was heading towards, but now he had an amicable look on his face.

“No worries, Calintz; I’m not one to stick long to pretension.” Mason cocked his head to the side and gave a toothy grin, showing off those pearly whites that, to some, made him look as dangerous as a grinning tiger. He squatted down, his grin softening just a bit, and held out his hand, beckoning the ghostly creature to come back towards him. She seemed very intrigued by him and that, in turn, aroused the Leciel-master’s curiosity. As she got closer, he let a finger reach out to try and scratch under the feline’s chin, and he used some of his magick to release a series of sparks like he had before, making them dance about the feline playfully.

“As for before… I ask that you pardon my sullen mood,” he said with a light sigh escaping his lips, although all of his finely carved features remained bright and mischievous. “I had intended to spend some time alone by this rock; it has a special meaning to me.”

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word count: 371
tags: Open
lyrics: The Scholar Gypsy by Matthew Arnold
notes: No worries! I’m sorry about my posts; they usually aren’t this small, but I’ve been off my game for a bit.

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[Calintz Meme]

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort
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Calintz watched him quietly, Yuri wasn't a friendly cat, in fact she was quite the opposite, so it was rare for Calintz to see her being affectionate to anyone other than himself, sure she might rub up against the leg of someone she thought was interesting but at most that would be it, no lingering affection she would leap right back in to him and he'd go toward the curious being. But this, he watched as his finger connected with her fur, the ethereal substance felt like no fur here on earth, far too soft, far to thin yet thick and course, it was all things and nothing, it made sense to Calintz but it might not to anyone else, after all she was not of this world she was a manifestation of darkness from his light magic. She was the embodiment of his curse, he watched her look at him then purr at the soft touch she was receiving. He huffed and looked away,

"Special...? This rock has personal meaning to you?" He knew the answer already sure but he wanted to hear it again. He didn't look back, instead he merely got more comfortable on the outcropping. He watched the water quietly and listened to the chime of Yuri's bell as she got more comfortable with the fae. His tongue moved over his lower incisors lazily feeling their tell tale points. Nello had questioned him about them, but he had spared her as much as humanly possible from the truth, most thought him uncaring, choosing a weak queen, others thought he would use her as a puppet. He pursed his lips in thought then found he could no longer sustain the sullen mood and broke in to a grin.

Nello had that affect on him, she was so pleasantly ridiculous that the mere thought of her confused face was enough to make him laugh. Calintz kept his eyes on the water before him, dancing across its lithe form he saw his past, a young boy, trembling, afraid, shadowed in the darkness that was within the previous king. But he was no longer that little boy, he never allowed himself to bask in the misery that made him king. The smile stayed in place, shivering against his pale lips almost like a mockery of what he wanted to feel. He wanted to stand up on the rock and just explode, all his anger all his pain all his frustration. But he couldn't do that, that wouldn't exactly be kind and sweet and adorable of him now would it? Then again...was any race that could go to war so gladly be a kind one? He chuckled softly at his own musings then realized that he was being rude, losing himself in the labyrinth that was his useless thoughts.

He glanced back over at the boy wondering what state he'd find him in with the cat. He frowned a bit at how fond of her he seemed, there was a point to lavishing attention on animals he thought then again Yuri wasn't exactly your usual cat. He sighed a little and got up, dusting himself off he peered down at the man. Then it hit him, all this time he'd been sitting here contemplating his own past like a child about to throw a tantrum he hadn't given any thought to the name of the man before him with a similarly sullen attitude to his own, nor did he seem to care about his precious rock. That wouldn't do at all his heart was suddenly aching from his callousness.

"Once again I find myself in the wrong, I'm sorry here I've been brooding away without so much as a care for you or your name." His voice held a softness to it it hadn't held when he'd previously been scolding him for his attitude. Calintz glided down from the rock and took the few short steps towards his kneeling servant. He twitched, ew even saying that in his head felt awkward, this man was not meant to serve anyone, so he crouched down as well he didn't have it in him to stand head over anyone right now.

He kept to his word for now he was merely Calintz, His Majesty was somewhere in the market still schmoozing people like it mattered what they thought at all. "Please...before I lose anymore of my manners, would you like to tell me your name and why this rock is important to you?" His blue eyes were swirling pools of absolution. He wasn't lieing, he was sincere in his quest to help this young man elevate his mood. Yuri glanced at him and continued to paw at the gentleman's hand obviously enjoying her play time, he could have scowled at her, but she was his partner so he left it alone and merely glanced away giving the man some time to think.

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Word Count: 1010
Music: Begins with Blood
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Tag: Mason~