TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[darkborn]

[ She sniffs; this is how all their conversations go. It's like pulling teeth from one another at times, neither of them keen to spend any amount of their day speaking on matters that they hate. Most of their time together is spent in silence, she will happily admit that, even when they sleep (she is still getting used to waking up in her other form, her face buried in his neck and his hand touching her, careful).

Together, they are a dangerous mystery.

She takes a moment to peer down at her rabbits before she continues to speak, nonchalant and entirely unconcerned with his lack of response. ]

How well you did, evidently, or I wouldn't have asked.

[seidhe]

[ There is something comfortable not being expected to speak, though he is a man with much to say, something comfortable about her expectations of him in general being as they are. She does not expect him to rant or rave, or speak of his people, or be the vicious murderer many of his land say that he is.

He does not admit it, of course, as he does not speak of the mornings where he wakes with a wolf draped over his chest, head buried against his neck. ]

I have hunted for my food for a hundred years or more. A clean kill is an easy feat.

[darkborn]

[ She shakes her head, lifting her shoulder in an absent gesture. The ease of their friendship - can they call it that? She's not entirely sure - has startled her and her nose wrinkles. Lauralae knows what he is; he is part of the groups that she tries, sternly, to avoid, but he cares for her as she cares for him. A reflection of veiled interest in one another tied with the knowledge that they have an uneasy accord.

She moves once the meat is cut, moving to scrape the last of anything fleshy from the pelts. Maybe she can leather it, turn it into another pelt to tuck something small into. Perhaps she will give one to him - there is not much, but there is enough. For now. ]

You are cleaner than I am.

[ Because she hunts as a beast, snapping their necks with a powerful jaw. ]