Fae Courts Hounds & Horns
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Curcurbita passed the shot with a languid lack of precision.
"Okay, *hic* hurt... the person you want to hurt most *hic* who is here right *hic* now! hee hee!"
He was beginning to loose his ability to think.
Pumpkins of course did not slur, that requires lips and a tongue but Curcurbita, was at this point, completely hammered.
Ianthe
Saang Lusce
"Okay, *hic* hurt... the person you want to hurt most *hic* who is here right *hic* now! hee hee!"
He was beginning to loose his ability to think.
Pumpkins of course did not slur, that requires lips and a tongue but Curcurbita, was at this point, completely hammered.
Ianthe
Saang Lusce
Ianthe's eyes drifted to Saang.
These stupid feelings for him were what had wound her up at this bar feeling more uncertain on her feet than she was on a ship in the middle of a monsoon. He was the one who kept choosing his sisters, his prince, everyone over her. By rights, he should be the one she wanted to hurt the most. Yet... he wasn't.
Her eyes drifted next to the now-statue Lusce sister. She had been the one who had ruined her dance with Saang before it had begun. She also represented the whole irritating brood of sisters who kept getting in the way. The whole world of nobility that Saang was apart of and that she would always be on the outside of. A barrier to what she wanted.
Maybe she could get rid of one.
Taking another shot, Ianthe stood and strode towards the statue, picking up a good lump of wood on the way.
These stupid feelings for him were what had wound her up at this bar feeling more uncertain on her feet than she was on a ship in the middle of a monsoon. He was the one who kept choosing his sisters, his prince, everyone over her. By rights, he should be the one she wanted to hurt the most. Yet... he wasn't.
Her eyes drifted next to the now-statue Lusce sister. She had been the one who had ruined her dance with Saang before it had begun. She also represented the whole irritating brood of sisters who kept getting in the way. The whole world of nobility that Saang was apart of and that she would always be on the outside of. A barrier to what she wanted.
Maybe she could get rid of one.
Taking another shot, Ianthe stood and strode towards the statue, picking up a good lump of wood on the way.
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Fully prepared for imminent pain, he braced for the hit that never came. Saang stared, his wary expression shifting into confused surprise as she downed another shot and suddenly departed her stool with purpose.
Where...who?
There were very few other options here he could think of for her to go after but they were all very. Bad. Options. Midir? His sister? He could not decide which was worse but he would not have to, Ianthe had made that decision already and was storming off directly after the statue.
"GAH!" eyes bugged, Saang leapt off his stool and chased after her, "IANTHE!"
Dignity went the way of the dodo. He could no longer order her down from her target - now he'd have to deal with wrangling a drunk and seething kelpie. There was nothing for it, she was getting closer at pace so he lunged after her as he caught up, snagging her about the waist from behind and picking the fae straight off her feet, "Absolutely not!"
Where...who?
There were very few other options here he could think of for her to go after but they were all very. Bad. Options. Midir? His sister? He could not decide which was worse but he would not have to, Ianthe had made that decision already and was storming off directly after the statue.
"GAH!" eyes bugged, Saang leapt off his stool and chased after her, "IANTHE!"
Dignity went the way of the dodo. He could no longer order her down from her target - now he'd have to deal with wrangling a drunk and seething kelpie. There was nothing for it, she was getting closer at pace so he lunged after her as he caught up, snagging her about the waist from behind and picking the fae straight off her feet, "Absolutely not!"
The kelpie screeched as Saang hooked an arm about her waist. The statue had been so close. What was one less Lusce in the world? His mother would no doubt pop some other feral gremlin out in a few hundred years or so. She threw herself against his vice like grip, arms and legs flailing in an very undignified manner as she tried to free herself.
"Get off of me!" Ianthe snarled. Her skin rippled, shimmering scales appearing under the tan of her skin for just a second hinting at the very other body she would be willing to transform into. She leaned forward, waving the bat in the hopes she might just be within wrecking distance.
"Get off of me!" Ianthe snarled. Her skin rippled, shimmering scales appearing under the tan of her skin for just a second hinting at the very other body she would be willing to transform into. She leaned forward, waving the bat in the hopes she might just be within wrecking distance.
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"I believe we have overstayed our welcome, Ianthe," Saang proclaimed while hoisting her flailing body higher, straining against the shimmer of her magic he could feel in his bones threatening to unleash.
All eyes were on them at this point and not even in a manner of entertainment that most fae party debacles garnered. The previous bedlam of his sister and her new little friend had set a poor tone for the night and he would not allow further disruption to deepen the fresh stigma now attached to his family name.
"And you-DAH-" her elbow caught him sharply in the side of the head, "you will soon be battling a most glorious hangover. It's time to go home. Now-" a hand clasped over the bare nape of the kelpie's neck, issuing a surge of sleepy calm upon her, "let's not make a fuss on our way out."
All eyes were on them at this point and not even in a manner of entertainment that most fae party debacles garnered. The previous bedlam of his sister and her new little friend had set a poor tone for the night and he would not allow further disruption to deepen the fresh stigma now attached to his family name.
"And you-DAH-" her elbow caught him sharply in the side of the head, "you will soon be battling a most glorious hangover. It's time to go home. Now-" a hand clasped over the bare nape of the kelpie's neck, issuing a surge of sleepy calm upon her, "let's not make a fuss on our way out."
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Saang caught the eye of the Erlking as he purposefully continued on a path that took him away from the dancefloor and the bar. No words were spared, but he offered the King as close to a grateful bow of his head as he could effect with Ianthe still struggling in his arms.
"You can visit your new friend again soon," he offered, thinking that it would have to wait until well after his sister's punishment term was finished. Ianthe was allowed her bat, and he watched as she continued to swat at passerby, garnering them no shortage of disdain as his long strides purposefully made way for the Leygate.
"But your game and drinking have gone far enough..." it was all fun and games until someone threatened his family. Which, by the by, he stopped abruptly and looked back at her statue with a glance once again toward the King. Midir would likely make no effort to stop someone from bringing her harm and Saang could not stay for her entire punishment protecting her.
He pushed a gesture toward the statue, uttering low words, and issued a barrier of protective magic. It would have to do for now. With that, he turned and departed with his favorite kelpie in hand.
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"You can visit your new friend again soon," he offered, thinking that it would have to wait until well after his sister's punishment term was finished. Ianthe was allowed her bat, and he watched as she continued to swat at passerby, garnering them no shortage of disdain as his long strides purposefully made way for the Leygate.
"But your game and drinking have gone far enough..." it was all fun and games until someone threatened his family. Which, by the by, he stopped abruptly and looked back at her statue with a glance once again toward the King. Midir would likely make no effort to stop someone from bringing her harm and Saang could not stay for her entire punishment protecting her.
He pushed a gesture toward the statue, uttering low words, and issued a barrier of protective magic. It would have to do for now. With that, he turned and departed with his favorite kelpie in hand.
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Now that was entertaining.
But as Curcurbita spun back on his seat to return to his drink he had to wonder out loud to the bartender.
"Excuse me but, who were those very odd people and why does that woman hate statues so much?"
The bartender looked at him and refused to serve him again.
Ianthe
Saang Lusce
But as Curcurbita spun back on his seat to return to his drink he had to wonder out loud to the bartender.
"Excuse me but, who were those very odd people and why does that woman hate statues so much?"
The bartender looked at him and refused to serve him again.
Ianthe
Saang Lusce
