Winter

[ohazhuremylove]

  They are all there - her husband, his father, her children, and the other Enchanters. Azhure opens her mouth to speak, and then...  The song is like nothing she's ever heard. Her father, WolfStar, that madman. He has done this, somehow, ripped her from her very reality and put her quite somewhere else. She can remember the cold of winter that

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[adoe_adeer]

Theoretically, Faraday understands why Axis had to do what she did. Theoretically, she gets why she had to die. Theoretically, she likes Azhure and doesn't blame her for taking her place with the man she once loved and thus condemning her to a cold and horrible death.

'Theoretical' is not getting her very far right now.

Hair wrapped up around her head, she stares blankly and with potent disbelief. Oh no no no. Not in her special little sanctuary. Not now that she's starting to make a life. Not again.

For the moment, though, a familiar, red-brown haired woman, dressed in rather practical if drab clothing, is staring nearly open-mouthed.

Hiiii and welcome! :D

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure was minding her own business up until this point, until she tries to focus at the woman that she glimpses. It couldn't be -

Oh, Stars! Was everything Azhure ever did just made to look like she was stalking Farady?

"I... "

And she stops, because Azhure has no real idea of what to say. Farady was here first, yet again, and then Azhure was there, traipsing around and ruining things.

[adoe_adeer]

Faraday thinks so too, honestly, but now she is - feeling guilty for it, because Azhure looks so confused, and she remembers what it was like when she first came here (terrified, alone, recently dead) and doesn't want anyone else to feel like that, naturally good-natured girl that she is...

She settles for a curtsy, deferring, of course, to her betters. "Lady SunSoar." For now, she casts her eyes down, trying to mask her own conflicted feelings.

[ohazhuremylove]

"....Farady," she says softly. Her eyes brim with tears and she covers her mouth to hide her emotions, though it doesn't do much good. Farady as usual it seemed was going to be her diplomatic self, and Azhure wasn't sure if she could take it.

"I didn't mean to be here," she finally says, voice barely a whisper. Azhure wasn't a cruel woman, not by nature - she hadn't even meant to kill her own abusive father. How did she always end up right in the middle of Farady's plots?

[eyrienprince]

Speaking of wings!

This particular one is more of the 'batlike' variety, though, and has an expression of seriously dubious wariness from where he just landed, probably ten feet away and poised warily, posture the expert grace of a fighter. And a good one.

Don't take offense, Azhure, Lucivar looks like that at everyone.

His narrowed golden eyes might ask the question, but Lucivar has never liked beating around the bush and subtlety and silly things like that. "Who are you," and it's not really that much of a question.

(Also, welcome, but he'll get to that later. Much later.)

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure could recognize the motions of a fighter when she saw one - her husband, of course, as well as others she had known. She herself wasn't a delicate bloom, either, but that was besides the point. Azhure wasn't in the mood for a confrontation.

"I'm Azhure," she replied, raising her chin. She ignored strands of black hair as they tickled her jaw, having loosened themselves from the already-loose braid she'd plaited her hair into. She didn't want to appear scared, and fidgeting would do just that. She took a moment to observe his wings, and how - they were like nothing she'd ever seen before. They were leathery, from what she could tell, not like any sort of Icarii being.

This was a strange place, indeed.

"Can you tell me where I am?" she asked, trying to brighten her question with a forced smile. She didn't like being sized up.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar fans out his wings halfway and then closes them again, still staring at her largely without blinking. Annoyance it isn't, quite, but definitely wariness, even more than that of any normal person toward a stranger.

He doesn't return the smile. "The Mansion," briefly, "From where?"

[ohazhuremylove]

Lucivar would be met with a stare quite blank. Was she supposed to know what "The Mansion" was? Was that the name of this land? If it was, it was a queer name indeed. She hadn't noticed the mansion through the treeline just yet - her intended path had been in the literal opposite direction, and on top of that, Azhure wouldn't have just gone and banged on the doors of a quite fancy house to begin with. Strangers, given her situation currently, didn't take well to her, it seemed.

"From where?" she repeated. Was he asking her that? He phrased it so strangely. "From somewhere not here," she said, her tone low and almost to herself. She didn't know what else to say, so nothing was said. Azhure wasn't going to fill empty space with things that meant nothing, and this man seemed keen on giving her as little information as possible.

[tomboy_22]

Here's a ... panwere-succubus-necromaner type. She's currently staring at the lady with the WINGS - Angel Wings, mind you.

"Now that's almost something slightly surprising," she points out, deadpan.

Then again, the girl who can turn into a leopard and goes flying on a regular basis with Lucivar Yaslana is slightly blasee. Just a touch.

Hee! Welcome!

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure can't help but laugh at how monotone the woman's words are. She glances up (down?) at Anita, and holds up her hands a little. "I've had a very surprising day. I hope that the shock wears off eventually?" she says hopefully.

[tomboy_22]

"Heh, at least you showed up all dressed. Not everyone is that lucky." Her tone is still deadpan and slightly sarcastic.

[ohazhuremylove]

"I don't even know what I'd do if I just showed up in the woods as naked as a jay in a land I didn't know," she said, blinking rapidly. "I trust those that did got their situations in order quite quickly?" She spoke with a hint of joviality. Azhure wasn't often one for sarcasm - when she used it, she just sounded horribly rude.

[ofthewildwolves]

Someone friendly! And currently - nonhuman. Firekeeper comes padding out of the woods a few moments after Azhure, furry and on four legs and looking very interested, in her bright-eyed wolfy way. As bold and unconcerned about social norms as usual, she pads up to shove her nose against Azhure's hand, take a long sniff, investigate the wings, and pad along beside her.

Wolf, yes, just incredibly, ridiculously friendly.

[ohazhuremylove]

"Oh, hello!" Azhure exclaimed. The wolf had surprised her, but then again, this entire place was surprising. She paused to pet the wolf, sadly thinking about the Alaunt. She had a sinking sensation in her chest that she might never see them again.

"I don't suppose you know where I am, do you?" she asked the wolf, scratching behind its ear.

[elven_irs]

Here is a resident grumpy badass, angry-elf extraodinaire. He's however in a better mood than he's been in the past weeks, since his dead little brother returned from, well, the dead.

Caranthir the Dark, Son of Feanor, accomplished Kinslayer, not particularly a fuzzy fellow, is currently bringing back half a dozen hares he snared in the forest.

He'll be staring a lot, frowning slightly, and trying to decide if he should had on home to the girlfriend... or investigate the strange creature ahead.

The girlfriend, by the way? Oh, you know her, Azhure. Take a guess. Oh yes. The one and only.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure is stopped for the moment, suddenly distracted by the promise of a pear from a rather glorious tree. She stands with her hands clasped behind her back and wings perked but still closed, wondering if she will be reprimanded for filching just one tiny, golden pear.

She turns as Caranthir emerges from the wood, quickly trying to determine if he is friend or foe.

[elven_irs]

He's fairly tall, even if he's small compared to his seven-foot tall brothers, and probably towers slightly over Azhure. Certainly, he can see the wings, and he's not sure if she's wearing a feathery cape (?) or wings like that prick Lucivar, or... yeah. This is just odd.

And he's usually courteous to women, and this one's pretty, but he's also learned the hard way not to trust just any pretty face, so here he is, gauging her as well.

"... Good day," he offers, finally, carefully. He probably looks fairly the hunter, with the game and the large hunting knife at his belt. His pointy ears aren't all visible under his dark hair, we don't think. He's sporting an eye-patch and an impressive scar on his face, though he might have been handsome, before that happens, and perhaps still is, depending on the beholder's eye.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure smiles to him after a moment, deciding that if he was going to axe murder her, he wouldn't have greeted her firstly. She moves her hands from behind her back, holding them by her sides, so that he doesn't think she's got some sort of weapon stashed.

"Hello," she replies, her blue eyes trained on him. My, but he was much more cautious than some of the others. "You don't suppose anyone would get mad if I took one of these, do you?" she asks him, looking back up at the tree. "I'm not keen on being known as a fruit thief," she adds.