Spring time ball (open)

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Kisa had been allowed to keep some of her costumes over the years the one she wore now was from many years ago. She actually didn’t have to do any alterations. That Had made her smile. She had taken her time in preparations. Her hair normally long and wavy was twisted into look alike dread that were held out of her face by a head dress. Bones had been cleverly incorporated into it. Shaped however into points without knowing what they were you could only assume they were spikes. That gave her a look that made an illusion of wearing a crown.

Carefully drawn in a deep clay blue on the left half her face was covered in an intricate styling of spirals runic and other symbols of ancient origin. The blue tattoo like markings continued down the side of her neck to continue down her left shoulder and arm to wrap down the back of her shoulder. To slide down her spine and then to branch back out at her waist to circle round her hips to disappear in a trail of markings beneath a wrap skirt made of layers of strips of leather that was long enough to stop 3 inches from the ground.

She wore a halter like top however it wasn’t much it wrapped from one shoulder covered her breasts and slimmed into a singular string that met itself and tied in the back. If anything it accented her dancers body to the degree that her muscles were showcased how they were meant to be through her movements and movements alone.

From wrist to elbow along both arms an encasement of a combination of leather and thinner reeds of wood made up a set of bracers. Carved beads had been woven into these much like studs. The same pattern had been repeated in a singular band that encircled her right bicep. A belt held the skirt in place a wide band of leather that some wooden spikes pierced through the leather acted as the belt buckle. She did not carry a staff. She was even barefoot upon first glance. However she wore a special kind of dance shoe made for barefoot dancers it only covered the ball of the foot.


She moved in her natural grace she looked very much like the leader she was. She saw when Bernie entered. And she moved to intercept. Quiet feet never giving a tell to her approach. Bernie didn’t get to see Kisa before she had left for the event. So she only know that Kisa was dressed as an Amazon. She had made her own modifications to the costume however she just hoped she would not have to use them.

She smiled down at Bernie as she approached her. “ I see your happy to be here. Thank you for coming.” She extended her arms to tug the girl into a hug. Bernie was Petite. There was no way around it. But as Kisa had found she had a fondness for her. “Now you get to start seeing what we have been teaching you about.”

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Bernie smiled at Kisa as she hugged her back. As she nodded quickly, it was fast and rough. She was out of her element her hackle would of been raise if she was in her forum. Her eyes swept around the room then back to Kisa. She looked at Kisa costume and gave a fake pouted a bit.

" You look so pretty Kisa, I love the look ...much better then mine the only Amazon I know is Zena" She giggled as she pulled back and smiled at her with the fake pout on her face. " Do you know how hard it is to look like Zena when people think your 12 or younger at time?" She gave a long drawn out sigh as she joked.

[Tempus]

Tempus moved pass the guards with nary a glance. Even amongst the unseelie his exploits were the stuff of legend. Either that or they were shirking their responsibilities. He cared not about which. He wore as his "costume" plated Lorica Plumata affixed with gauntlet and greaves. He carried his battle helm under his arm. Affixed to his back was Raziel. Raziel had ushered the passing of many Arcadians in the time before the fall.

Even sheathed it felt as if it craved to be coated in the Arcadian blood. Tempus dared not yet he could vividly envision the beauty of the blade. Its guard forming angels wings above the hand and a half hilt fashioned in the ancient Arcadian manner. The pommel itself would be worth the fortunes of most kingdoms yet surviving on the planet. A solid flawless diamond the size of an apple. He was aware as to the eyes upon him. He paused just long enough for the eyes of the onlookers to settle. He used just enough glamour to hide what exactly he was; but he knew the gathered Arcadians would know him and his brother even if he came covered in a sheet.

[liadan]

Liadán knew better than to gainsay the ancient that blew past him. He liked life far too much for that. He was going to have to watch himself. Things were about to get very interesting. If he played his cards right, he could have a very interesting time. If he was stupid, he could get himself something like dead among other things.

He moved smoothly making sure that he watched himself. He'd rather not piss off anyone around. As much as he loved his illusions, he knew that this was not the time nor the place. The boy was smarter than he was given credit for.

[rachel]

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"Dear Esme please call me Srocha, tonight is for reveling give in to all that your heart might desire." she smiled sweetly to her and turned her head in a sultry velvety motion towards Andrius letting her desire reach out to him and enfold his limbs in its tingling warmth like a lover's intimate embrace. " Oh yes that is my strong warrior, come to fill me with his pressence and give me his strength." Gliding across the grass she wrapped her arms around him letting him take in the scent and new warmth of her silky skin. though she took notice of the other fae who had lately arrived but she paid them no mind let them come to her if they wanted know her better tonight was for what she desired and that was to feel Andrius's strength in her arms.

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Gleaming black paten leather riding boot up to his knees, so shiny the looked like tubes of polished obsidian, stepped onto the ground. Simon rose up to his full height out of the car he wore a black velvet uniform jacket richly embroidered with golden thread and studded with amber jewels, an array of glittering medal adorned his chest and a red silk sash wrapped around his slim waist. the ties of his sash ran down his next to his oh so tight white pants with their bold red stripe down the side, helping to make him the penultimate prince charming. Taking Saphyre's arm as he places his mask of solid carved amber on his face.

"Well my dear lets head in and make our apprearance for this fae princess, I don't know much more about what is going on tonight though so lets be careful." As he started walking them to the tent.

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T’lynx’tri walked up to the hostess of the party as if they all the other fae were invisible. He didn’t bother looking over at everyone else he knew that everyone’s eyes were still on Tempus. If the other fools want to gawk, then let them. T’lynx’tri was amused that his brother had shown up to this…event. Even more was that he brought Raziel, normally that blade required blood. just like it’s twin. What that blade wanted it normally gotten.

T’lynx’tri looked at Sorcha allowing the heat to fill his eyes. He spoke in his normal tones he cared not who heard him. T’lynx’tri knew none could stop him.
“Sorcha I came from the courts, it seems that you mother mistakenly thought you needed my protection. Obviously she was mistaken, so if it’s the same to you, I’ll just be around,”

T’lynx’tri turned on his heel in true military fashion. He walked past those that seemed transfixed on his brother. The only concession that T’lynx’tri made was to not walk in his brother’s path.

[kenyon]

Kenyon stepped out of a ray of light. Literally he was not there one second and the next he was. He had an inner glow that drew the eye. He was dressed fairly simply. An off white peasants shirt with a pair of leather pants that were tucked into a pair of simple tawny brown boots.

Light played through the short curls on his head however it was hard to tell at certain angles if the curls were light or if they were hair. He scanned the party goers with his tri colored eyes. He had decided not to use his glamour by not using it. It completed the look he sought to achieve. The romanticized peasant. In his left hand he held a pair of roses in a deep shade of red.

He stood lazily for a few moments as he took in the glade around him. Humans, Shape Shifters, Lycanthropes of many species not just one even Vampires were in attendance. He smiled slightly to himself. It was not something of arrogance but more of an understanding. Every creature that lived in Chicago was currently represented. And then some. He smiled even more when he noticed Forson the King of the Song Birds whom had attached himself to a human woman who had taken the guise of a peacock.

He turned his head slowly taking in the faces. He noticed the battle twins, he smirked at the Tux and smiled slightly at the sight of the battle armor upon Tempus. Some things would never change he mussed to himself.

A wolf as Robin hood a pair of foxes as Cinderella and Prince charming, A shining example of Silver and Gold. The human as the peacock. A Vampire as a phantom he assumed. Another with a pair of matching wolves. Looked to be a representation of a set of suit of the Tarot if you could assume the Daggers were representation of swords. The hostess was a rose. The Unseelie Princess Sorcha.

He was party crashing. It was a rumor that this gathering was her bid for a spring crown. He had already noticed one other Seelie Sidhe however he did not know the name. There were more then a few humans about.

His lack there of, of glamour was starting to draw notice. So he moved to a table picking up one of the flutes of the spring celebratory drinks he moved off to mingle. Sorcha would find him when she was ready if he knew anything about her it was that she would notice when someone not very common arrived. He didn’t do this to be rude. But instead to decide if he would lend his support to the event. The crowns were not yet delivered. It would only be a matter of time however and any favor he may or may not show would be known.

He smiled courteously to people he mingled with a few words here and there. His height giving him ample advantage to see across the ever growing throng.

[hiero]

Andrius allowed Sorcha to embrace him a few seconds before he returned her affection. His gaze scanning the crowd of Arcadians and lycanthropes gathered. He looked upon Esme. She was a most peculiar human. She was more at home amongst the wild and weird of the world than amongst her own kind. He couldn't be sure as to that assumption but he'd never seen her amongst other humans. It was most curious indeed.

Andrius smiled beneath his mask the gathering of lords,ladies, and forgotten gods of myth. Their heady emotions fueled him near to bursting. This he could grow used to. But he wouldn't truck too long with these their machinations were nearly as byzantine as his own...