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ladyofthe-springcourt · 7 months

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🥀Chapter Four: City Of Starlight⛲

(Gif Not Mine)

Summary: In need of clothing that suits her environment more, Abilene is taken out for a night out on the town. Masterlist found here

Trigger Warnings: alcohol use, verbal abuse (Mor doing Mor things)

It wasn’t until the following afternoon that Abilene realized she nearly slept for twenty-four hours. When her eyes opened, the sun had been in the same position as when she fell asleep. Like she had time skipped in a video game to the exact hour. Honestly, she was thankful the people who had taken her in decided to wait for her to wake up instead of just burying her in the back or chucking her in a river.

Her clothing had thankfully been dry when she got up, well mostly anyway. Certain parts were still damp, but overall they were wearable. Once she had slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a man came to the door to fetch her. The same one she had spit water on last night, Cassian was his name, though it took her awhile to remember. Mentally she had dubbed him vomit boy until her mind had finally woken up completely.

Honestly though, if it wasn’t for how mortified she had felt about the whole situation, she might not have remembered his name at all.

The late lunch that followed had been, interesting, to say the least. The inner circle had been very kind to her, almost too kind. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain it, something about how they acted felt off. They were all smiles and sweet tones, but their gaze reminded her of a leopard seal waiting beneath the water’s surface. Waiting patiently for the first sign of a penguin they could latch onto and make a meal of. All and all, very unnerving.

She hadn’t even time to question the validity of everything around her. With her brain stuck in survival mode, Abilene figured she could ask questions later, when she was sure she was safer. After she figured out the food was safe, she set to observing those around, only really speaking when spoken to.

“I have an idea,” Morrigan, most commonly called Mor, spoke loud enough to get Abilene’s attention. She was rather pretty, with blonde hair and brown eyes. The most bubbly of the group, but seemingly the most fake of them. “How about we go into town to pick you up a few things, my treat of course.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well why not? A little shopping won’t be so bad.”

“And it’d help you get more acquainted with the city.” Cassian joined in. If Abilene was honest, she found the man rather intimidating. He was taller than her, but it was more about how muscular he was that scared her. She could likely take down someone taller than her, but it would be much harder to do the same with someone stronger than her. The same kind of observation went for the other men of the Inner Circle.

That little conversation was how Abilene got to where she currently was. Trailing behind Mor, Azriel, and Cassian amongst stalls full of livestock. The first of the four sections of the city, Velaris was it’s name Abilene had learned at the beginning of the tour, the city of starlight.

Truly it was fitting, with how the city began to stir awake in the last hours of daylight. Such cities, where she was from, would become mostly empty with everyone hurrying home, these streets felt like they were getting more crowded by the moment.

A cow moo’ed, and her head snapped toward the animal. The cow in question was her favorite kind, a highland with reddish brown hair that covered her eyes. Abilene stepped off the path, checking to make sure the others were still in sight before she did so. It wouldn’t do for her to lose sight of them. No matter how little she trusted them, they were all she had in this city right now.

Though that wasn’t something she wanted to focus on right then. All she wanted to think about was how beautiful Bessie (the cow) was. Abilene reached out carefully, cooing at the animal as she waited for her permission to pet her. When Bessie didn’t pull back, Abilene softly ran her fingers through Bessie’s almost silky hair. “Hello darling, aren’t you the most precious thing.” She softly scratched under Bessie’s chin, almost wishing she could take her back to the house with her.

Though she didn’t have the means to take care of Bessie, a girl could dream about living her cottagecore life.

“Abilene,” Her dream was shattered instantly by Azriel, who had come back to fetch her after the space between them had become too much.

He was the outside of the Inner Circle Abilene had gathered. The popular punk if she had to fit him into a highschool stereotype. It was weird, but for a reason she couldn’t quite place, she trusted him more for it. He was tall like the other men in the group, honestly they all looked as if they were siblings. He was just as dangerous as them too no doubt.

He had a sad air about him, but the way he carried it gave the impression that he was trying to be muted about it. Though if one looked closely enough they could see the noticeable weight on him. It was something that made him seem more vulnerable, though Abilene was sure he wouldn’t want to be seen that way.

Abilene wanted to understand him, but he wasn’t much of a talker. Something she was more then okay with, the silence between the two was a nice contrast to how chattery Cassian and Mor were.

Reluctantly, she bid Bessie goodbye before following after Azriel. It wouldn’t do for her to get lost here, she had to remind herself the moment she wanted to turn around and go back for Bessie a little longer. Misbehaving probably also wouldn’t do, that way they could get whatever they needed done quickly. The noises of the people and running water were starting to overwhelm her.

As they passed over the bridge, Abilene was able to see the sources of the running water. An ocean was visible from where she stood, the river they crossed over feeding into it. The dying light of the sun danced over the small waves that periodically rose and fell, painting their water an orange shade that reminded her of a dreamsicle.

Although pretty, she hoped they wouldn’t drag her to the beach that likely accompanied the ocean. The sand was her enemy after all, and in a city of potential foes, she wouldn’t want to deal with another one.

Cassian and Mor took the lead, chattering to each other as they led them through a new section of the city. This one with shops more so than stalls like the last had. From the few times she took her eyes from the ground, she could guess things like jewelry, and similar goods were sold here.

At some point, she turned to glance at Azriel, her eyes narrowing in on something in particular about his appearance. She had been curious about it since she first saw him, but hadn’t had the chance to ask till now. “Why do you have multiple shadows?”

His gaze shifted her way momentarily, taking a moment before answering. “I’m a shadow singer.” He said simply.

“What is a shadow singer? Can you manipulate your shadows or something?” The urge to reach out and poke them was great, but Abilene resisted. Something about the entire thing reminded her of Peter Pan and his shadow.

“It’s a type of fae, and I can manipulate them,” His words were short again, but his tone didn’t give any indication of him being annoyed by her curiosity. She at least sure hoped he wasn’t, since she had many more stored away in her mind’s vault to ask later. Perhaps she would even come up with more before then too.

“So does that mean they aren’t sentient or do they have some sentience? Like are they like us or more like a dog?”

He opened his mouth to respond to the question, but the words died in his throat when a voice from the front of their pack cut in.

“We’re here!” Mor said, stopping in front of a quaint shop. The front door and outer walls were painted similarly to the others surrounding it, in hues of blue and white. The trims were dark brown with lilacs planted in little pots beside the display window.

Inside the shop, fabrics lined walls, and dresses, suits and various other clothing were hung on racks placed sporadically throughout. The woman behind a wooden counter looked up, a smile pulling over her face. “Welcome, how may I help you today?”

Mor gestured to Abilene who stood at the back of the group. “We need to get some clothes made for the Night Court’s newest guest.”

The woman straightened her back, grabbing the measuring tape that rested beside her assortment of clothing pins. “Of course, allow me to get some measurements down, then we can begin sketching something.”

Abilene couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous. She had never been measured before, but she knew the woman was about to get very up close and personal. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just hold up your arms, and I’ll do the rest.” The woman assured her, gesturing for her to walk toward a more open area of the shop. “Come now, this won’t take very long.”

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“We’ve all gone to the stores we wanted to, perhaps you should choose one.” Mor turned to look back at Abilene. It was one of the few times she had acknowledged her in the past while. Her focus had mostly been on Cassian, and his had been on her.

Abilene turned her head up surveying the shops, none caught her eye. Or at least there were none she would be interested in going to. “Is there a book store close by?”

“Of course, just down the road and a street or two over.”

“Could we go there then?”

“Let’s stop and get a drink first, I’m parched.” Cassian gestured to a wood building nearby with a sign hanging above its door. The dark wood had a wine glass full of stars carved into its surface, very in theme given the rest of the city.

“Good idea,” Mor agreed, her crimson skirts swishing as she walked. “I was beginning to feel thirsty myself.”

They entered and took their seats at a table in the center of the room. The interior of the bar had quite a few moon motifs littered throughout, its chairs made of darkly painted wood and the tables a striking white color. Though with the blue light emitted from the wall sconces, they looked a very light shade of blue.

Once they had settled in, a worker came over to take their orders, before hurrying away to go collect what had been asked for. Mor and Cassian continued talking, and Abilene only found herself occasionally listening into the conversation.

"Didn't expect to see her in a place like this." Mor said her usual artificially sweet tone now more venomous. Abilene looked up, following her gaze to a woman sitting in a booth in the corner of the pub.

Her face looked gaunt, and her sharp features were eerily similar to Feyre's. Honestly, Abilene was willing to bet they were related, with her golden brown hair tied up into a bun above her head, and the blueish gray eyes, though hers had dark circles beneath them. There was something distant about her stare as she sat with her back straight, her eyes focusing on the book in front of her.

Her gaze flicked up, catching that of Mor's, then Cassian's. Her features were guarded. She gave no reaction, only turned back to her drink, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip.

"If it weren't for Rhy's money I don't think she would be. She's come to drink more of it I assume." Cassian sneered, and Mor laughed in response.

Abilene slipped into analyzing mode, watching the woman for a long moment and only half listening to the others. She was beautiful, icy, and enigmatic in a way.

"That's Nesta by the way." Cassian said, leaning forward on the table.

"Feyre's useless older sister." Mor's mean girl persona seemed to triple when she spoke, "a pathetic waste of space really."

"Why is she useless?" Abilene didn't trust these people, or how well they judged someone's character. However, she still wanted to know why they were coming at her with such harsh words.

“She let Feyre be the sole caretaker of their family,” Mor accepted her drink from the waitress, the repulsed edge to her gaze not fading as she kept her eyes trained on Nesta. “She let Feyre go off and hunt while she sat on her ass, even though Feyre was just a child.”

“They look like they’re around the same age though, are they not?” If Feyre had been a child when that happened, wouldn’t Nesta have been one too?

“She’s only a few years older, but it doesn’t matter.” Cassian lifted his drink to his lips. “It was a cowardly thing to do.”

Abilene gave him a skeptical look as he downed his drink. When him and Mor turned back to their earlier conversation, Abilene looked back at the woman they had been ridiculing.

She focused on the book in front of Nesta, that was her in. They key to the door of conversation. Without much word to the group at her table, (save for a little “I’ll be back” to Azriel), she approached the table where Nesta sat.

The woman seemed to sense her almost immediately, her eyes flicking up from the table to her. Her gaze narrowed, not quite cruel, but wary, calculating as she sized Abilene up.

“What’s that book, if you don’t mind me asking?” She asked her eyes moving from the woman to the leather bound item with purplish words painted on its spine. Nesta’s gaze softened a little, seemingly a little startled by the question. The shield was up, but she had lowered her sword, if only slightly.

“It’s called The Gilded Tune.” There was a soft slur to her speech. If she wasn’t already drunk, she was getting there. Which wasn’t surprising with the presence of the two empty goblets beside the half full one.

“Oh, what’s it about?” She slipped into the booth seat across from Nesta. Her feet were too sore from the day’s walking to remain standing for too long.

“A woman, with a beautiful voice being locked away so that only this Lord can hear it. His advisor takes a liking to her, and plans to help free her with the help of a scholar. It’s a romance.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Abilene was already making a mental note to check if the bookstore had it once she had gotten there. “That sounds like something I’d read. Are you enjoying it?”

Nesta paused a moment, drinking from her goblet as the wheels in her mind turned. “Yes it’s-” Nesta fell quiet, her features sharpening as her eyes flicked to the space behind Abilene. The sword once again raised.

“Abilene,” She turned, again finding Azriel standing behind her. Cassian and Mor were already standing beside the door, disgust evident on their faces when they looked at Nesta.

“I’m coming.” She gave a dramatic sigh at the prospect of having to walk again. Even hesitating a moment before finally standing. “I hope you continue to enjoy your book. If I see you again, hopefully you can tell me how it goes.”

“If we see each other again.” She met the gaze of Cassian and Mor for only a moment before focusing back on her goblet.

Abilene hoped she would see the woman again, if not, she’d find a way. She always did.

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Dinner had been ready by the time they had returned to the town house. Abilene was so tired that she nearly plopped into the chair at the dining table. Though her fear of breaking anything had stopped her. Everything about the house screamed expensive and she definitely didn’t have the means to replace anything. Ending up in a fantasy ouran highschool situation wasn’t exactly ideal at the moment, especially not with this crowd.

“Guess who we found at the pub drinking herself to death again.” Mor lifted her glass to her lips, no doubt filled with wine like it had been at the pub. She spoke with an almost satisfied hum. As if the thought of such suffering pleased her. A grimace formed over Feyre’s face as she looked up at the blonde sitting beside Abilene.

“Nesta,” She looked annoyed, very annoyed. Rhysand who sat beside her didn’t seem in any much of a better mood.

“Bingo, honestly I’m surprised she can still make it home at night with all she drinks.” Mor sneered.

“Well it’s not her who has to worry about it,” Cassian cut in, “I’m sure the men she fucks have that covered.”

“Doesn’t she bring a new one home every night though?”

Everyone seemed halfway amused, and the other half annoyed with the mention of Nesta and her activities. Abilene wondered if their commentary had to be so obnoxious, like the popular table in a highschool lunchroom. Or at least one in a CW show.

Honestly, it made her uncomfortable, the way they all so casually insulted a woman who so obviously needed their help. It wasn’t like she had known Nesta long enough to defend her properly though. So to keep the peace (for now at least), she changed the subject.

“So what’s for dinner?”

Authors Note: I'm mad at myself for not having this out sooner, I apologize y'all right when I thought I could get it out on time life got hectic again thank you for your patience ^^

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atiny-piratequeen · 9 months

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𝑨𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂-a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ataraxia Verse, Atx Asks, Asks towards the boys directly are on @atiny-crew-musings

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐:

Ataraxia, abbreviated as "Atx" for short, is a new universe, focused around ateez as various 'monsters'. The idea grew from a commission from @jacksons-goddess-gaia and thanks to her and @little-lazuli, along with some interested anons, has grown into a wider, expanded universe, and this post is to help us get to know our players a bit better. This post is in no way finalized and changes may apply, especially as more works are added.

An important note: The characters in this universe are polyamorous and queer. Just because there are some 'x reader insert' works in the series does not negate from the overarching theme of this being Polyteez.

Eye renders below were done by me (7/8) and @doodles-and-teacups (1/8-Mingi's were rendered by them, thank you again, Mickey!)

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Hongjoong-Ocean Vengence

Faka’ita fai ki tahi

Anger bestowed on the sea.-Tongan

Race: (Reborn) Seaborn-Once a Human, Now a Siren

Height: 6’1, 6’5 in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 23 When human, 85 currently

Appearance: Blue hair, deep brown eyes, appears black from afar. From his forearm down and calves down to his feet in humanoid form, they are black with small, speckled scales along his skin that glitter depending on when it is hit by the light. In Seaborn form, he has the tail of an orca. His dorsal side is sleek and solid black while his ventral side is white.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Thickened Blubber (tail), Cold Resistant, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Aside from his fangs and claws, Hongjoong's signature method of inflicting damage is to slam his tail against the ribcage of his enemies, often trying to break their ribs and puncture their lungs from the force of the hits. On land, he uses neon knives gifted to him by a particular Entity.

Personality: Hongjoong is one of the more cynical of the core eight men of this universe. He is guarded and fairly quick to anger. Despite this, he has become an exemplary leader in the village where he and Seonghwa live. Hongjoong would do anything for his seven and his village and is incredibly perceptive when it comes to reading the movements of potential enemies and planning counterattacks according to his findings.

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Home: Talavou, the village steadily growing in the depths of a series of islands in the Eastern Hemisphere of the world. Once very small, holding a population of only one thousand or so Seaborn and Reborns, now it has grown and neighboring areas have developed alongside the central village that are all under the same jurisdiction.

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Seonghwa- Seafoam Kismet

Papata pē, ka na’e lalanga

It may be coarse in texture but it was woven.-Tongan

Race: Seaborn (Angelfish)

Height: 7’, 8’ in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 177

Appearance: Soft, silken blonde hair, green eyes (change with emotions). His forearm down to his hands and his calves down to his feet are covered in an ombre platinum to blue. Several patches of scales will appear on his skin depending on his emotions/if he's injured and trying to protect himself from sustaining more injuries. He has a scar on his shoulder and on his abdomen after a Certain Incident. In his Seaborn Form, he has a magnificent tail holding some qualities from some ocean angelfish. His tail now has thick brown stripes starting along the midway point. Between these stripes, orange and yellow dots litter the spaces. The end of his tail is solid black with a single, vibrant electric blue stripe along the flowy fan of his tail. His hands have claws that can tear through skin and crush bone.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Glow-in-the-Dark Scales, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Unlike his Talavoutian Captain, Seonghwa does not use any outside weapons when he fights. He prefers to use his own brute strength and his primary method of ending conflict is to tear the hearts out of his enemies.

Personality: Despite his often snarky banter with Hongjoong, Seonghwa is fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people he loves. He tends to put himself in danger trying to protect weaker entities, and this is why he primarily lives on the shore nearby the village instead of living in it-protecting sea turtles and helping them hatch and make it into the water without any of them being eaten by predators. Despite his handsome, princely appearance, he is one of the easiest to make flustered and unfortunately (for him), his emotions are broadcasted on full display thanks to his scales and his eyes. While incredibly intelligent, he is surprisingly aloof and often loses track of time, leading to him getting scolded by the other members of The Fold for not visiting them as much as he should be.

Scent: Sea salt, Vanilla + coconut undertones

Home: Despite being a native of Talavou, Seonghwa primarily lives on the nearest island to the village. This island has no name, yet.

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Yunho-Magma Sentinel

Ng ko er a belochel, el mesengei otelochel e suebek

Like a pigeon seeing the danger, yet it flies from cover. (Palauan)

Race: Hellhound

Height: 7’5 in Hellhound Canine Form, 9’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 666 Years Old

Appearance: In his Hellhound form, Yunho stands taller than a horse. His appearance is based off of a Tibetan Mastiff, and as such, he has a coat full of dense, thick black furr. His paws are bigger than that of a bear's. He has two, circular markings above his eyes resembling eye brows that are made from red fur and has a patch of fur along his chest, stomach, the bottoms of his paws, and the underside of his tail where all of the fur is deep crimson. In this form, his fangs are so massive, they can be seen even when his mouth is shut. In his bipedal 'human' form, he stands at 9 feet tall, and his eyes retain their deep, blazing color as they are when he is in his hound form. When he is angered, his eyes blaze, and as a result of it, he has permanent burn marks in the corner of his eyes despite his ears being downcast in his hound form, they are upright in his humanoid form. His tail is the same size as it is in his hound form. He doesn't have an under or overbite in this form, but his canines are just as sharp. His tongue is a vibrant red and orange because of his ability to spit fire and magma, but he can control the temperature so it doesn't harm anyone if he doesn't intend it to. Yunho's wrists, ankles, and his neck are littered in scars, memories of a past imprisonment when he was a few centuries younger.

Powers: Magma and fire manipulation (from his mouth, his hands/paws), Yunho's fire is so hot it can continuously burn one's spirit even after they are dead. He has the strongest ability to track scents of all of the boys in The Fold and can even breathe underwater and track there, too. Because of his ability to manipulate heat, he can technically 'fly' by running on air. His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Mingi's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Yunho doesn't use any items for weapons. In both of his forms, his claws and teeth emit either lava or fire depending on how concentrated it is, or how angry he is. He uses his massive body to knock enemies off of their feet and tends to aim for the jugular when it comes to larger entities.

Personality: Hellhounds are, by nature, quite competitive and combative. While Yunho is not as overtly as aggressive as some of his peers, his hostility comes out in a full show of force when those he cares about are in any form of danger and/or distress. Aside from that, he tends to be a standout compared to other Hounds. He is kind most of the time, often offering his services to struggling couples in order to help incubate their eggs. Because of this, he has been essential in the population boom in Talavou and has helped many of the guppies of Seaborn come into being. Because of a certain incident in his past, he is exceptionally gentle with children and often offers himself up when it comes to looking after them. If any children in his care were to become threatened or frightened by any opposing forces, Yunho would respond with EXTREME prejudice. Despite any preconceived notions about his nature, Yunho goes out of his way to be gentle with those weaker than him and because of that, he is often called upon to be a guardian watchdog for traveling caravans of monsters and spirits alike.

Scent: amber + geranium, smoked wood when enraged

Home: Born from fire and flame, Yunho lives in the Underworld, in a section known as the Crimson Fields. This area is where many Hellhounds reside, and it is, in its own right, a massive open village. It has areas designated for any battles, as Hellhounds tend to be on the more aggressive end, by nature. Yunho has a cabin of his own that he built by hand, and lives on the outskirts. He prefers to live with his seven, though, and will spend most of his time not in the Crimson Fields visiting Velvet Elysium-the Succubus/Incubus colony Jongho was born in, Talavou-the Siren village, The Whetū Faewilds-Yeosang's Home, or in San and Mingi’s Den in Serein Mountain.

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Yeosang- Wildwood Lex Talionis

Air tenang menghanyutkan

Don’t think there are no crocodiles because the water runs calm.-Indonesian

Race-Faerie, ???

Height: 6’5

Age: ?????

Appearance: Yeosang is the tallest fae in his village, standing abnormally tall for his race, as most of his other villagers are well over a foot shorter than him. His eyes are usually a dazzling mixture of blue and gold, with flecks of pink and stardust-like twinkles in them. the edges of his eyes are dark purple. His eyes change when he is angered, bleeding into an intense crimson and magenta color. The corner of his left eye has a big, distinct birthmark in the corner of it. Across his nose are freckles that glitter and glow with his magic use, they change depending on what type of magic he uses. His hair is silky, long, and black, and almost always has some form of decorative clip in it. Yeosang wears the most ornate jewelry of all of the boys, and it seems like each of them has some tie to his powers in some way, shape, or form. He wears loose-fitting clothing, but is actually quite muscular underneath.

Powers: Phytokinesis, Fae Magic,....r̨͇̖̪͊e̹͓̜͍̘̝̼̓̌͟m̻͎̾ͮ̅̀a̴̜̯̟͎͔͓̔ͬͮͪi̷̦̦̟͒n̙̻̳̺͇̓͐̄̀͘i̴̮̼͚͍͎̫ͭͧn̡͎̟̙͖̣̣̪͈̿g̨̯̙̻̜̣̩ͥ̓̇ ̨͕͕̭̩ͫd̷̠̰̗̞̭͖̃͊ͪ̈́ä̛̹̹̳͐͛t̛̹̯̰̣͂͐͐͐á̤͎̯ͮ͌͜ ̛̤̣̹͇̿cͯ̃͒ͦ҉͎͚̬̫ͅo̠̳͓̮̣̺͖̹ͣ̀ŗ̻̪̝ͫ̐ͅr͎͈͈͔̙͓̞̘̎̂ͣ́u̘͙ͮ͟p̵̞͙̲̲̦̗̱̫̏ͮͫͨt̴͚̯̦̖͇̻ͯ̎̐e̸̥̗̤̦ͪ̇d̤̬̻͇̩̆ͫ͊͞

Personality: Yeosang is a healer and by nature, he is very kind being, and every being in his forest looks to him for guidance and leadership. Despite his initial soft-spoken mannerisms, Yeosang can be quite hostile when it comes to his loved ones and his forest. There is a mysterious air that follows the man and it seems only Wooyoung truly knows what he's not quite telling the others. Yeosang often protects those around him with anything at his disposal, but he also has been known to curse those who cross him for several generations, inflicting pain and misfortune on their bloodline that will not be lifted until he can be appeased once more. He can be quite sadistic and if angered and set off, tends to kill in slow, agonizing ways before returning to his home.

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Home: The Whetū Faewilds

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San- Novaturient Eleutheromania

Tēnā ra koe, e whakamaui ake nei

Greetings to you who have come from death’s door-Māori

Race: Manticore

Height: 6'8 in Manticore Form, 6’7 in Humanoid Form

Age: 277 Years Old

Appearance: In both his manticore form and his humanoid form, San has bold, striking magenta eyes with slits down the center. In his manticore form, resembles a lion, both in appearance and height and in size. As far as manticores go, he is actually on the smaller end. His tail is a thick, solid black scorpion tail and he has wings on his back that are covered by Mingi's shredded scales for protection. San wears a choker made from Mingi's scales, as well, that protect his neck from fatal wounds to the jugular. In his humanoid form, his ears, tail, and wings stay visible. San has retractable claws and a barbed tongue, though his tongue is much softer than a traditional feline creature's is.

Powers: Shape Shifting, Sonic Roars, Potent Venomous Stings, Flight, Super Strength

Weapons: San's roars can disorient and even deafen his enemies, and he often uses this as an opening to either escape or rush in for a hit and run style attack with his claws or his tail. His tail holds very potent venom that can down up to thirteen elephants in a single jab. San's jaws are incredibly powerful and can lock once he's got a full bite of whoever he's holding onto, giving him more time to riddle them with more stings from his tail and neutralize them as quickly as possible.

Personality: San is the most guarded of all of the members. He is from a race of monsters that has been hunted to near extinction for sport, and because of that, he does not trust anyone easily. After a chaotic night and a certain incident in the rain, San stumbled onto Mingi's mountain and was saved by the dragon. After then, he stays inside their shared den, creating a labyrinth at first to separate him from the stronger winged man to keep himself safe, but those days have long since passed and he is often attached to the hip with the large monster. If you are one of the small few who win him over and gain his trust, a different side of San is revealed. He is a fun-loving man with those he loves and despite his own fear of being killed, San sometimes finds himself throwing himself in the heat of the battle to guard the others. It is the only time he'd intentionally put himself in danger, as he often thinks of himself and his own self-preservation first before most others. He means no ill-will by his actions, and it is the cause of great unrest in his heart, being afraid of the world around him that so many in the fold find beauty in.

Scent:

Home: San's previous home was destroyed, so he now lives in Serein Mountain with Mingi.

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Mingi-Nacarat Querencia

Berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian.

Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.

Rafting to the headwaters, swimming to the riversides. It is painful at first, but victorious in the end.-Indonesian

Race: Dragon

Height: 1024’ (As Tall as the Eiffel Tower w/o Antenna) in Enraged Dragon Form, Size in Form Varies Otherwise, 10’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 500+ Years Old

Appearance: Mingi is a massive gold-type dragon, and to many smaller than him, in either form, he stretches as tall as the heavens. His dragon form is covered in deep, international orange scales along with sharp spines along the length of his spine that can pierce through even stone. His underbelly is an ombre cream-to-gold color, and the end of his thick, tree-trunk-like tail has silken fur. His eyes are deep and mixed with shades of orange and gold, and he has twin, spiraled crimson horns on his head that are similar to a giant eland's. His wings are wide and have a shimmer underneath them that serve to distract and blind when Mingi fights. In his humanoid form, he stands as the tallest of The Fold. His hair is two shades of orange, with the lighter amber shade being at the top and front, while the deeper, international shade is towards the back. Mingi's horns, tail, and wings remain present in this form, as well as thick patches of scales covering his vital points (over his heart, around his throat). from his forearms down to his (clawed) fingers, his arms are an ombre from deep orange to gold. From past fights, in both forms, Mingi is littered with scars, with the most prominent being a deep scar over the center of his wings, where he nearly had them torn off in a conflict many moons ago.

Powers: Shapeshifting, Fire Breathing, Superior Strength, Flight, His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Yunho's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Mingi himself is stronger than most weapons this universe has to offer, as is the power of a dragon. His claws can tear into mountains and have shaped the very den he resides in, his back developed spikes once he reached maturity as a dragon and he can slam his massive body into enemies to do catastrophic amounts of damage, especially if he is going back-first. Mingi's tail is very thick and muscular and he has used it to rupture organs with several tail slams. Despite all of this, his most impressive and terrifying weapon is most likely his fire. Growing whiter the more gold and gems he eats, the heat from his flames can get so hot they cremate a being on the spot.

Personality: Mingi is a kind-hearted dragon despite his intimidating appearance and capabilities. He tends to have a good read on a person's intentions, especially after all the years he'd been present on this planet. He is often hyper-aware of his size and strength and is very concerned with hurting the people he loves by accident. It took him nearly three years to allow San anywhere near him during his rut cycles, for fear he'd harm the feline man. Mingi is very passionate and this is both his greatest strength and weakness, as his passion leads to him being beloved by not only his Fold, but those who are lucky enough to meet him. Unfortunately, he often gets overly angered when those he loves are in danger and this leads to him erupting into anger to protect them.

Scent:

Home: After many centuries of traveling, Mingi settled on a mountain known for its rainy conditions, which are very unfavorable to would-be travelers. He burrowed into the side, and with the help of Yeosang and Wooyoung's powerful magic, can make the mountain disappear into a different plane of existence for periods of time (often when he and San are absent). This mountain is Serein Mountain.

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༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

Wooyoung- Cosmic Verisimilitude

H̵̘̔̓̎e̵̦̓̚͜ ̵̡̛͙̣͌w̷̛͖̫̫͠h̶̢̝̿o̷̢̗͋ ̵̣͚͊p̸̮͆̈́ŗ̴̞͂̍͒o̶̹̿͠v̷͉͆́͗ͅó̷͕͗k̷̳̺̞̔̉é̷̯̍̇s̶͈̊̉ ̴̡͒̐ȧ̷̰͇ ̸̡͉̑͝w̴̡̟̒̅ả̸̘̩ͅr̶̦̭̗̾͝ ̵̘͇̻̿̆m̷̝̺̽͠ü̴̺̟͔̈́̎s̶͚͛̾t̸͉̰̰̆̎ ̶̮͉̟̏̃͝b̷͇͊́̊ḛ̷̂̍̔ ̷͉͚͇̇ś̵̹̎͘ụ̶̰̉̚r̵͎̋͛̕e̶͎̐ ̶͈̘̎̍ţ̶̺̭͗͛h̷̛̰́̿a̸̡̽̔͝t̷̢̻̳̃͂ ̷͇̖̩͛̉̋h̸̬̝̑̊e̶̬̓͐ ̵̘͝ͅk̵̢̼̤̿ń̷̠̤̺͒̕o̸̪̺̪͊w̴̝͊ṣ̸̹̌͆̐ ̴̢͝ḩ̵̨̝̃͌͠ǒ̷̹̣̰w̶̦̤͊̎ ̴͇̒ṱ̸̗̾ò̷̲̖̫ ̴̬͂f̴̼̪̓̋í̴̯̾g̷̞͍̹̔h̷͖̚ṱ̵̓̏̏

Race- Eldritch God

Height: Larger than the Heavens in ‘True Cosmic Form’, Changes Size at Will, 5’7 Usually

Age: ???????

ᵯēꞩꞩⱥꞡē īꞥⱦēɍɍᵾꝑⱦēđ

Appearance: "Oh, this is fun. Did you all think you'd get all the juicy details here? No. I don't think so. Besides, do you really want to see me in that form? Are you so eager to perish? Here, let me give you the cute version. Ahem. Wooyoung-that's me-has deep purple and blue eyes with cosmic stardust swirling in them. My hair is whatever color I decide looks good, but the long, black look fits me best."

Powers: "My powers are beyond human comprehension. Let's leave it as 'enough to consume this world and not break a sweat. That sounds nice and dramatic, doesn't it? Don't worry. It's not like I go around snapping my fingers crushing planets in an instant...much. Haha."

Personality: "*chuckling* I'm sure you understand by now."

Scent: "Hah. No."

Home: "My home is with my Seven. My Fold is the only thing keeping this pathetic planet from ruin. Be grateful. I think I'm quite done here for today. You can have this back."

ȼꝋꞥꞥēȼⱦīꝋꞥ ɍēⱦᵾɍꞥēđ

༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

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Jongho-Wanton Yūgen

He 'ohu ke aloha; 'a'ohe kuahiwi kau 'ole

Love is like mist, there is no mountaintop that it does not settle upon-Hawaiian

Race-Incubi

Height: 6’7

Age: 24 Years

Appearance: Jongho has brilliant hazel eyes that have small, defined hearts in them that make his eyes shine when he experiences pleasure. His hair is a deep red color, contrasting starkly with his eyes. His tail is a thick, almost leathery material and has a heart-shaped tip at the end. Mid-feed, markings may appear on his body, resembling tattoos.

Powers: Seduction, Hypnotism, Pheromone Manipulation, Strength

Weapon: Jongho came into being with exceptional strenth, and is a standout amongst most of his incubi peers because of it. Despite his ability to use his brute strength to subdue enemies, Jongho prefers to use a trench knife given to him by Hongjoong in fights and he takes grate care to keep the blade sharp. In his non-dominant hand, he defends and attacks with a tonfa he'd been gifted from Seulgi. His tail is also strong enough to choke out most entities.

Personality: Jongho is quite close to the members of The Fold, as is the case with all of them, but he holds them in such high regard, he's gotten a strong fear of them seeing him feed and therefore seeing him as a 'lesser being'. All of them have offered themselves to him but it is a battle he has yet to overcome quite yet. He enjoys their touch-though at times he will not admit it without a fight-and has learned to cook to counter his hunger. Wooyoung gave him a paw-print necklace he keeps around his neck at all times and Jongho often finds himself suckling on the stone when he is exceptionally hungry. Despite going two decades without eating an actual meal, Jongho is still strong enough to fight and stand alongside the other members of The Fold.

Scent: amber, warm vanilla + cashmere notes

Home: Jongho came into being in Velvet Elysium and spends his free time there being cared for by Seulgi or exploring with his close friend, a certain ghost he'd bonded with. When not in The Underworld, Jongho can be found with any given one of his hyungs, enjoying his time in their presence and mentally steeling himself for more.

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