Andras (spring_courtier) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-10-17 08:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~andras |
Who: Andras
When: Afternoon
Where: A Park
What: Arrival
Rating: Low
Open
The snow had surrounded him as he prowled the wood on the mundane side of The Wall. It was a curious sensation that flooded his body with adrenaline as he slunk along the brush in his massive wolf form; waiting to die. His mission was simple and yet it required far more effort and planning than one might suppose. Andras was the last of the defensive line to the Spring Court, one of the remaining loyal High Fae who was even willing to take this step and present themselves toward death. A trap must be sprung carefully, with care and precision.
He couldn't be killed by just anybody.
First, it had to be a woman. Preferences aside, there was a better chance of a young woman falling in love with his Lord than a man. Preferences considered, Tamlin would no doubt have a hard time wooing a man.
Second, she had to be of a good heart. This was not something Andras could simply know, of course, so this was left to chance. However, if his killer was not of a good nature then she would be much harder to convince to return to Prythian in exchange for having killed a member of the court--and more difficult still to share feelings with.
The hardest part of this mission in their eleventh hour was the fact that it was the middle of winter and the only town for several miles was in shambles and poor. Furthermore, most did not dare come out this far for fear they wouldn't make it back to the gates before they closed. Andras had to take his chance on the next human that approached regardless of the best-odds required. He toed his way farther from The Wall, hunting his own meal as hunger rumbled within his belly. It had been days since he left and he refused to return empty handed. He would return after time was up and their 50 Years of servitude ended, the King slaughtering all of the world, or as a pelt. He would not walk back through that gate of his own accord.
In the distance he saw a figure hunting. His chance to strike was now so roamed into the clearing as he stalked the same small prey the girl did. Perfect. He got nearer and nearer the doe until looked up and meeting the woman's gaze with his own fierce golden eyes. He snarled in challenge and turned toward her one step, two step, his rear paws following through the snow until she drew the arrow and released.
Death did not take him.
Andras shot up from his stupor, raising his massive head and nosing the air with his snout. The air was not crisp like winter and there was no snow to be seen. Rather than the white landscape dotted by dark trees and brush he saw greenery and a warm stream drew his gaze. His tail hung over a shore, dampened by the water drifting by. What? The wolf got to his feet and shook off his tail. Where was this? Had someone winnowed him in the blink of an eye? He hadn't felt anyone approach him before and now he was in some mysterious meadow he didn't recognize? Andras drew his eyes up and around to find the windows to space, the metal ceiling and walls. He gasped, turned, and ran toward the other side of the park. Same thing. The black wolf repeated the steps again and again, running nearly a giant circle through the huge enclosure before finding a hallway.
Pacing before the entryway he wait to meet his captive.