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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-The Collector-[/color][/h2]
[h3][color=FireBrick]-Location: The Ruined Lands-[/color][/h3]

As Elsa stood up and move forward, she would notice the eyes of both Yggdrasil and the UnSeelie's Dark Lord upon her. The golden light of day upon leaves in one, the eerie green of a storm in peak for the other. The UnSeelie King's fist left his cheek to lay upon the arm of his throne of uncomfortable looking black stone to sit straighter. Yggdrasil's own wooden throne with it's velvet lining was far more comfortable looking. Both rulers seemed to pause in their many thoughts, peering down at the mortal with interest. Few of their own kind dared to approach them in such a way, that this one would do so was strange to say the least. A mortal brought to the Fae Realm to be traded like a possession for their servitude. The word 'slave' was a barbaric term used by humans and the centaurs. Other Fae used it as well but like the centaurs it generally referred to the lesser of their animalistic half should they have any to serve them. For the centaurs who were most common for it, it was necessary. Few could bear a centaur foal to full birth without dying.

[i]"Forgive me if I give any offense. It is not intentional. But could someone, please, explain to us what is going to happen now? What is it you expect of us? I realize we are not in control here and I accept that. I would like to know how to earn my way to the best position for survival."[/i]

The Collector remained silent, even if he was one of the Wilde Fae he was not about to challenge the Rulers of Seelie and Unseelie on their answer. To him these humans were merely a means to his ends. A source of trade that kept Fae coming to him. Hoping for some deal, that he would easily take advantage of. A Fae owing a favor, or a child, was worth more than any mortal. Yet they came and he traded. To the Rulers he traded for the ability to remain as he was, to not be bothered by their Courts and so they left him in peace. Taking the offering of humans and sorting them between them. The disaster so long ago had cost much, humans- Mortals- were just a way to give them the man-power they were used to.

[i]"Serve?! Serve you?! I am not a slave! I do not serve beasts or nightmares! Least of all some Falcon King and his beast-men court!"
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[color=Orange]"To serve."[/color] The Fae Lord of the Darkness spoke, seemingly ignoring the outburst for the moment. The Fae who remained on the balcony still looked down with interest and cackled. Knowing what would come to these Mortals in time and delighting in it. Some looked down with pity for these lesser beings but still others walked away not caring for the ill or good that would come to a Mortal. They were simply mortals, and mortals were lesser than they. Turning his eyes upon the dark haired woman who kept up such a racket he looked over all the Mortals and they shrunk from his gaze. [color=Orange]"You are not a slave. You are not a fox nor a horse. Nor the least of beasts."[/color] Yggdrasil leaned back in her/his throne and gave a throaty chuckle of amusement as the Fall King stood. His feathery cloak fell to the floor as he slowly walked forward. Shadows bending so he appeared before the loud and assuming woman. His stormy eyes flashing with lightnings of green as Kaeleer freed her. He had always been fond of his servant, not more than others. But closely fond of him. Picking the woman up with one hand that wore no armor. But a gauntlet swirled till his hand laid bare to the air. [color=Orange] "And I am no falcon, mortal-girl."[/color] His face was so very close to the girls face as he hissed in a sharp voice that crackled with power. A shimmer of magic before him forming a shield, he fully expected her to spit in his face. And so it would rebound upon her. Foolish Mortal child. [color=Orange] "Run little mortal. And when you are brought to me and kneel before my throne you will know mercy was granted that you were requested back alive and intact." [/color] 

He dropped the girl to the floor roughly, turning to his loyal servants. He waited for the girl to flee, the iron suits would not stop her this time. If she fled, he continued. [color=Orange]"Yin. Hunt her down and bring her alive and whole. Harm her if you wish, but she will be able to walk and to work."[/color] His eyes sparked with annoyance, silently reminding Yin what would happen if he disobeyed and that Falk was not one for patience when dealing with those who stepped out of line. [color=Orange] "The boy goes to Spring, Kaeleer. That Mortal will serve you in his stead."[/color] The Lord of Fall gestured, shadows spun about the girl playing with a fox plushie and she suddenly found herself on the UnSeelie side of the room. A smirk playing about the King's mouth as he sat upon the black stoned throne once more. Yin and Kaeleer would be furious with this choice of personal servants for them, but they would not directly disobey him about them. It amused him.

Beside him, Yggdrasil laughed with a sound of leaves stirring in a wind. The twinkling sound called forth thoughts of bells and beauty. [color=ForestGreen] "You are very clever, hubby." [/color] The dryad rustled at the Fall King who looked irked at the man/woman. [color=ForestGreen] "I shall take the mortal who looks oddly, then. For all I said I would give you all the women... She interests me."[/color] The dryad tilted their hands, but the Fall King did not oppose them. And so Vae was moved in a whirl of leaves tot he Spring side of the room. A sly smile crossed the Dryad's lips. [color=ForestGreen] "And you'll have to watch them for a moon!" [/color] Falk looked at the Dryad of the Life Tree of the World sharply about to demand a reason in a roar, but twas interrupted. [color=ForestGreen]"I have things I need too look into in my Realm and you- Owe. Me."[/color] The Spring and Summer Ruler smiled innocently, and the Fall King let out a curse. For it was true, a favor was owed and so Falk would watch her two hand picked. Lest a Seelie Fae grow jealous of their Lady/Lord's new play things. Gesturing at Kaeleer to make it so, he recalculated his position.

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