Who: Unseelie When: Saturday the 5th @ Night Where: Unseelie Alley Whatt: Randomness Rating: N/A Status: In Progress
The Unseelie alley is protected with magic that makes any mortal avoid going inside. The accompanying abandoned buildings to either side are where the Unseelie lived. One building has a swamp like appearance while the other looks like a mold infested drug infused apartment. The alley, though, was sort of the common place.
Giant blood rats and leathery winged imps stood guard around a mound of skulls that made up a make-shift throne where Madrik sat. He was shirtless and wearing unbuttoned black leather pants with Asha, his pet black fox, in his lap. His eyes were completely black and his head moved slowly as he turned to growl at a rat that came to close to his boots. He kicked it out of the way and grunted.
“No Unseelie have come through the mound in the last week.” He said to whoever would listen. Which in his mind better have been everyone who was within earshot of him. And his voice boomed so it was a lot of people. His voice was a throaty sort of graveling roar constantly. He had no ability to whisper and being quiet was more of a rumbling purr.