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Age:
25

Gender Identity:
Was Born Intersex [ Assigned X At Birth ] ; Currently Identifies As Male

Sexuality:
He Is Attracted To Mostly Anyone Who Catches His Attention
Pansexual

Nationality:
Canadian

Ethnicity:
Afro-Caribbean & French-Italian

Occupation:
Unknown

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Witch Origins

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Physical Appearance:

When meeting this young man, there is an air of cool confidence that surrounds him, not to mention the natural regalness he possesses. His face is heart-shaped , giving him an almost innocent look - it's paired with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that most would pay for. His cheeks are full and puffy, giving him a jovial nature, and he uses them to his advantage - knowing when to pout or huff to flatter himself and make himself more appealing . His chin isn't very sharp, it's rather round and soft with just the slightest point to it. His nose is what can be described as an aquiline nose , hinting at his Mediterranean roots - the bridge of his nose a bit more pronounced and slightly higher, and has a slight curve to it, a small bump being noticeable with the tip of his nose being slightly droopy , giving the illusion of the curved beak of an eagle - it's not as dramatic and some , but it still gives him a rather regal and aristocratic appearance. When it comes to his lips, they are full and plush - and if any of his past dalliances are to go off, they are very kissable and pleasing to look at ( he's spent several a night tending to puffy lips ) . The top of his lip has a defined Cupid's bow with the bottom tapering down, almost giving his lips the illusion of a heart-shaped appearance . The top of his lips are a deeper red color while the bottom is a softer pink color with just the slightest hint of red within them. There's also something about his smile ; it can be warm and genuine or something more resembling a smirk that's mocking you. It's a common consensus that one never wants to see when his smile is sharp and has too many teeth - it means he's scheming something up. As for his eyes, he has almond shaped eyes - with just the slightest upturn, that gives him a rather seductive touch . Eyes are windows to the soul and they are weapons in their rightful way ; from the way he can use them to melt someone and get them to be putty in his hands , or can be a frightening force to scare someone into their place - he knows just how to put emphasis on his eyes to get the desired affect. To make him appear to be a naive and air-headed trust fund kid or a calculating business person to someone that carries a mysterious and dangerous aura about them. As for the color of his eyes are rather unique - with his right eye, having sectoral heterochromia - being a rich dark brown color with a pale blue within them, almost clouding inside the eye. And his left eye, is what can be described as hazel green in color . These eyes are framed by thick pale ginger colored lashes , and right under each eye are a singular beauty mark . Overall, most would say that this young man has a rather pretty face .

When it comes to height , this male is under the average height range , but he's not exactly short - standing at a mere height of 5'7 (67 inches / 170.18cm) . Amongst his family, he took the short stick in the gene pool ; with his mother being 6'3 and his father 6'5 - even his older sisters are in the height range of 6'0 or more. It has lead to constant teasing from his family ( which is rather annoying in his opinion ) - however, his height doesn't bother him and he takes it in stride. One can see that his has a regal bearing about him ; walking with confidence, because he is sure of himself and knows his worth but also with the grace of a feline - with quiet and graceful steps. Even the way he sits holds a regal nature, with posture upright and legs crossed , it is obvious he was born and breed in a higher social class - some wonder how he makes being draped over a chaise reading a book look elegant . When it comes to his body build ; he has a lean and willowy build - yet also, there is hints of athleticism. It is to note that he has slight breast development due to the way he was born, it's slightly noticeable but he can also still pass it as a masculine chest, and they can be concealed under normal clothing as well - but it is to note he can be rather self-conscious about it when pointed out, it's not that he's ashamed or anything - it's just annoying when people point it out and act all weird about it. It's also to note that due to this, he has more feminine type fat distribution as well - his fat going more so towards his hips, thighs and buttocks. He has a rather slender waistline - but his hips are slightly wider than most. As for his legs, they appear longer and slender - giving the illusion he's taller than what he is ( which he very much so appreciates ) , they are well toned and muscular due to his fitness routine , not to mention he's quite a dancer ; quite literally burning it up on the dance floor at times . He also was in track and swim team in middle school, and then he did gymnastics and golf in high school so he's quite swift on his feet along with being flexible and agile as well. He has healthy and muscular thighs and a rather nice sized ass ( his sisters made sure he did his squats ; they would teased him for having a flat ass ) . He's very conscious of his health and makes sure to have a good diet and workout routine , yet he does know how to indulge when he wants to. Overall , his physique is rather nice and appealing to the eye.

When it comes to his skin tone - his skin can be described as of moderately brown skin tone , almost as if he had been kissed by the sun itself . Though he does like to spend his time lazing on a beach, drinking expensive champagne while soaking in the rays ; his melanin is all natural . His warm brown skin having a slightly reddish-golden undertone , that just seems to glow and be illuminated by sunlight. It is to note that he tans rather easily, the sun taking to his skin very well , and giving him rich golden-brown look . While he does tan, if he does stay out too long or doesn't use any protection , he can and will burn . It's to note that in the warmer months when the sun is out, he tends to be darker than normal and in the cooler months when the sun is absent, he tends to pale just the slightest amount. His skin is supple and soft to the touch , it's due to him always using lotion and just genetics honestly. His skin is fragrant always having the faint scent of honey , cocoa butter and vanilla ; sometimes he smells of lavender and chamomile when he feels like using that scent . It's to note, that he also has various beautiful marks about his body, from his chest, arms , legs to his hips . He also has one on his lip and one on the top right and bottom left of his lips on his face. And he has a star-like birthmark on the underside of his left thigh with a heart shaped one on his hip . When it comes to his hair, this male is a certified ginger . With a fiery reddish - orange coloration that can appear to mimic flickering flames when under the sun , the hair being paler at the roots but getting darker as it goes down. His hair is thick and full, having a good head of hair on him - not to mention, it is very versatile, being able to be fried, dyed, and laid to the said as some might say. His hair has strength that some might not when it comes to harsh treatments such as dying or bleaching. His hair is a symbol for him and a piece of himself to express, and he does so with elegant and refined styles.

Personality:

To be quite honest this young man has quite distinct personalities. If observed him they would notice that he's very intelligent off the bat - from his intellectual insights and random knowledge dropped on you when it seems unlikely. You'll find him in museums, libraries, and any intellectual building - he finds power in intelligence and he's quite the smart mouth, very spirited with it - not one hold his tongue about most things and he will tell you like it is. He can be overly blunt and too pessimistic with things but he keeps it real with you and won't sugarcoat a situation especially is it's bad. Now he does know when to keep his mouth shut and just observe, but you can best believe if he's not talking about you to your face - he's definitely having a time in his inner monologue . He's quite witty and quick thinker , able to outthink most and organize and come up with a plan and many contingency plans or strategies. He's confident, very comfortable in his plans and his moves - one could say while others are playing chess he's playing checkers . Always watching and observing others, gathering intel and information - he knows ways of finding information and hearing gossip and rumors, don't get in his bad side or he somehow he'll find dirt that even you didn't know about. While he protrudes a cool and calm exterior with a big aloofness to him - those associating with him can attest to the cold and calculating bastard he can be when he's on a warpath.

If there's anything to say about this young man, he's quite a diva and high maintenance - he won't stand for second class and can and will find a way to only get the best of the best. Whether it be by persuasion or by force, one can can it's his way or the highway at times. He knows how to use his tears and pretty face to his advantage, whether it be using sweet and honied words to charm someone into giving him something or using his tears to gain sympathy or distract someone. He can and will be disgusted by unclean and inferior items, and he can and will be a whiny person about it - he has standards. But of course he knows how to keep a proper bitching in place, and one thing to say is he doesn't play about his money. You best believe if you borrow from him - he expects it back, in full and on time or there will be consequences. It can also be said he quite likes money, after all- how can he keep his luxuries. Now don't be fooled, he can and will work hard for his own money, he's quite the force when he has something on his mind. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy a good scheme or two, especially when he has such a darling face to use. You can see the charm that he was raised with, from his elegant tone of speech to his flattering and formal matters - he is quite the vixen when he tries to be.

When it comes to friendships it's complicated . One could say his cunning and cutthroat nature makes things bad. But he sees nothing wrong with this, if people are smart enough to understand or try and understand him then why should they bask in his presence. He'd rather have real people around him than a bunch of fakes. He doesn't trust others easily, and it takes him a while to warm up to others - the other person has to be very persistent to gain his friendship or affection, or just he plainly finds the other person interesting . It can be said that once you're his friend, that you're family - and that he would do anything to make sure that you're okay and alright. He protrudes confidence, with the way he walks and behaves - his head held up high, he acts like he is above others and he doesn't appreciate treated as less. He is also rather bitchy, he's not above a fight whether it be a physical fight or mental one, he stays ready for a fight - if someone doesn't like him, he doesn't give a fuck - but unless someone has the balls to say it to his face then he doesn't care. The moment you say some shit to his face is the moment you either get your shit wrecked or their is a vague threat. He doesn't give a fuck about most people's opinions but of course there are some that mean more than others. He can either be passive-aggressive or fiery as hell, it just depends on the severity of the situation.

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Hobbies/Interests:

Likes:
Meadows & Nature
Flowers, Herbs , & Bees
Sweet Things, Particularly Honey, Chocolate, And Raspberry Flavored Things. Has A Partiality To Danishes And Pastries. Absolutely Hates Blueberry Flavored Items.
Their Friends
Romance, Adventure, & Queer Books/Media. For More Acadmeic, They Are Into More Chemistry And Science Things.
Exploring And Adventures. Whether It Be Cave-Exploration To A Sea Adventure. Also, They Enjoy The Great Outdoors.
Camping, The Real Camping - Meaning They Make Their Own Shelter And Hunt. However, They Also Enjoy "Glam"ping As Well
Luxury, Glamor, & Comfort
Pissing Off Enemies
The Darkness & Anything Associated With The Night ─ The Moon, Stars, Planets, Shadows, Cool Air, And Even Death.
Raptors And Birds Of Prey ─ He Quite Enjoys The Company Of Eagles, Owls, Falcons, And Hawks. She Finds Them Beautiful And Deadly. They Are Very Dear To Him

Dislikes:
Cheaters, Abusers & Drunkards
Being Left Alone Or By Themself
Small Spaces ( Claustrophobic )
Blueberries
Being Used Or Lead On
Anyone Who Hurts Them Or Their Friends
Have A Slight Case Of Vertigo
Being Helpless Or Coddled
Anyone Asking About Their Injuries Or Making A Big Deal About Them
Disorder And Filthy Things
Unclean Bar Or Work Area

Strengths:
Quite Good With Medicine
Can Make Some Mean Drinks
Very Charismatic & Influential
Very Intelligent
Hardworking & Teamplayer
Hand-To-Hand Combat : Swift & Competent Fighter
Weapons Usage: Prefers Poisons And Kunai Knives
Agile, Graceful, & Flexible
Manipulation

Weaknesses:

He Has A Weak Immune System ─ He's Mostly Sick During The Winter And Fall Seasons, And He Has Very Bad Allergies In Spring. He Also Catches Illnesses From Others Quite Easily.
Self-Sacrificing ─ He May Not Seem The Type, But He Would Tired Himself Out For Others. Sacrificing His Own Health For The Own Health Of Others. Hiding His Own Illness From Others. And If Those He Cared About Were In Trouble He Would Sacrifice His Own Life For Them, No Matter The Cost.
His Allergies ─ He Has Severe Shellfish Allergies [ Shrimp, Lobster, & Crab, He Can Tolerate A Few Mollusks [ Scallops Only ]. He Is Also Also Is Mildy Allergic To Tree Nuts And Tree Pollen. He Has An Severe Allergy To Stinging Insects.
Very Self-Critical & A Perfectionist ─ He's Very Critical Of His Work And Can Go Into A Spiral If Things Don't Go Right. Very Particular About Things, It's Speculated He May Have Some Form Of OCD And It's Also Tied To His Childhood
Social Anxiety At Times ─ He May Be Good At Reading Emotions And Such, However, They Get Socially Anxious In Large Crowds. And If It Gets To Be Too Much, They Can Go Nonverbal.
Going Nonverbal ─ When They Are In A State Of Extreme Panic, Stress, Fright, Or Anxiety He Can Go Nonverbal. He Knows Sign Language, So He Can Communicate That Way When He's Like This.

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A young man sat in the corner of a bar to himself . The bustling of the patrons didn't do well for his heightened senses , their garbled shouting and habit of slamming their hands against the wood was a bit irritating. The booth he had was in the corner - easy to miss to those with untrained eyes, and because he was using a minor cloaking spell for his own privacy. Sighing to himself, he picked up his cup - a delicate thing, made of clay. He sipped his tea gingerly, and that's when he felt his ear twitch. And he looked up slightly, scanning the room for the source . And that's when he noticed some burly looking men enter the tavern, they looked like they were taking a break from something. Maybe this would be a good time to eavesdrop.

"The boss has been running us ragged." He heard Henchman One mutter as he got himself a ale . " Now he expects us to find some fairytale for the King." The henchman said with a dramatic scoff as he gulped down the ale and gave a refreshed sigh, and payed with golden coins .

"Aye, you scoff mate, you should watch your tongue - never know who's listen'in " Henchman Two scolded with an accented voice and unimpressed look. Then he went about scolding the other for his consumption of alcohol when they should be working .

Leaning back Caoilfhionn watched as the two left , and he stood up from his booth. This was bad news for him , it seems some had caught on to his tricks and now he was being hunted. Seems like mortals couldn't keep their lips sealed, maybe he should use a spell to solve that problem next time ( if there ever is a next time ) .

He hummed to himself as he went to settle his bill . Noting as he left how the district seemed more lively and abuzz than usual, it seemed that there was a little excitement in the air - the tension was thick as the cool morning fog was . And the conditions were perfect for him. He was a mage, of a high born lineage , he would've been a Prince if his Kingdom hadn't fallen at the hands of the savage humans . His magic was rare and coveted, it was rare to see a mage these days, more so one blessed by the goddess of their magic.

His magic was called moon magic, and yet it was so much more . The water could bend to his whim, he could use pure moonlight to enhance his strength and heal others , not to mention illusions , the moon was known for her secrecy and tricks. So why not make her favored mage able of such things, but his most powerful gift was The Sight . A power long forgotten, he could see glimpses of the future if he so chose or they would come in terrifying visions . Not to mention his blood, being such a magical creature was like catnip to those of the magic community that partook in it. He had remembered how a vampire had told him that his blood would be able to bolster a vampire's strength but also give them the high of their life .

He had never encountered werewolves, secretive creatures they were. But he could appreciate their reverence for the moon as he appreciated it as well. As he walked the streets he noted how there seemed to be men, casually scanning the crowds but he could tell they were looking for something specific . They had even pulled a few people from the crowd to ask questions . Over the hustle and bustle, he couldn't make out what they asked , and so he picked up his pace.

That's when he noticed him, a tall man , he stood out amongst the crowd. Why ? He was dressed nicer than most , and there was just a certain aura about him. He looked both tired and annoyed at the same time , the chilly morning breeze tossing around his curled hair. For a moment he found himself staring. But then regained his focus.

That's when he entered one of the fancier theater houses. It stood out amongst the grime and dirt of the city, it was well beloved by the people. Even the nobles had to admit that there was some talent in the theater. The Azure Diamond Theater , and he felt nostalgia washing over him as he entered . He had been here when he was little , dazzled by the lights and charismatic actors . And now he was here dazzling the people with his own gifts .

"Ambrosia," came the winded voice , and he looked to see the worried face of one of the head matrons , Leslie , " thank the heavens you're here darling . We need to get you on the stage , the people crave you . " the woman tutted, and ushered him to the dressing room.

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In less than 30 minutes he was transformed. The ladies had accentuated his fiery golden curls with golden lace and flowers . He wore a velvet emerald colored dress with golden trim , there was even butterflies stitched on it. His face was painted with golden glitter and eyeshadow, and one of the girls had even painted his lips a deep sultry red . Gold earrings dangled from his ear and even a gold necklace graced his neck, the girls had even managed to stain his nails emerald . All in all, he had to admit he looked quite nice .

As he observed himself in the mirror, he took a deep breath and centered himself as he place on the golden half mask. While he enjoyed casually displaying his power, he wasn't a fool as to disclose his identity. He stood, and fixed his posture, carrying himself with the grace and refined that years of etiquette had been drilled inside his mind. He found himself standing behind the curtain and could hear the murmurs of the crowd behind it.

And within instant the curtains pulled back and the spotlight was on him. And he put on his most charming smile , " Welcome to the Azure Diamond Theater ! " he greeted warmly, his voice silken and soft, yet firm. He had taken a tone to match the androgyny of his appearance, leaving the audience to speculate.

His arms arced gracefully as he opened them in a welcoming gesture . He could see the looks of the people and they were interested and he had them hooked. And now was time for the fun part.

" Let the show , begin . " he spoke, his tone echoing eerily through the theatre. And with a snap of his fingers , everything plunged into darkness.

Except . . . for the soft iridescent glow from the palms of his hands , and the soft glow of his eyes behind the mask. The iridescent sheen bloomed into butterflies that flew within the crowd, the soft sounds of wonderment could be heard from the children and the adults were gasping in disbelief .

And with a swirling of his hand, he let the bright iridescent sheen of his power glow over him, and he twirled slightly, and gracefully showed his back, where a pair of magnificent wings blossomed, their iridescent feathers glistening under the spotlight. And he turned to face the audience with a bright smile as he ran off towards the edge of the stage.

He could hear the fearful gasps of the crowd, but at the last moment , he jumped with a graceful arc, he placed slight gravity in his steps to give him height and suspended himself in midair, hovering about the crowd.

" Let me tell you the story, of the Child Of The Moon . " he said softly, adding a softness to his words .

" In a fertile valley, lay a kingdom. A kingdom long lost to time and war , a kingdoms once ruled by mages . Dragons roamed the skies , unicorns grazed the field and blessed the children, fairies even helped the young ones get into mischief . The kingdom was one of magic and fantastical wonders , and the rulers had a child . A child born under the frost moon during a meteor shower , it made the boy frail and delicate - the parents didn't think he'd make it, but they prayed and prayed to the gods , and she heard them. The Moon Goddess, she took pity on the boy and marked him as hers - her display of power didn't go unnoticed . The people began calling him the Child Of The Moon, The Moon's Favored Child, the Moon Prince - his birth was treated as a fable . "

The young man scanned the audience , making sure the connection with them were strong. He could see the audience handing by their seats at his words . And so he gently floated back to the stage . And using his ice magic made a statue of the Prince - a lovely and complex thing . It showed a young ambiguous figure , and he even animates it running along the stage around him and into the crowd and offering an icy flower to a little girl who giggled .

" The Prince chose to spend his days training and perfecting his power along with his connection to the Goddess. He was one of her favorites - why ? How did a mortal gain her favor ? Though he could fight and defend himself , his body was frail - but he made up for that with his sharp wit. " and he gently used his powers to paint the scene of a young boy tirelessly studying books , him getting sick, training - the boy falling but always getting up.

Caoilfhionn's voice grew somber and one could feel yeh temperature fall within the room and a flurry began, " One day the boy arose , the nation was on fire - the humans that they had forged bonds with had decided them too strong and cursed creatures . The Kingdom was burned to ash in a fortnight, and the little Prince lost his home and crown . " and the ice showed the wailing boy at his parents chamber , how a guard rescued him and whisked him away , the icy horse thudding into the crowd causing some to scatter .

" The boy found an old Moon Priestess, and she taught him the secrets of the moon and the legends of his ancestors . There are many stories of the Child Of The Moon, but the night he sang amongst the stars and bathed in the primordial light of the fair maiden of the Mon did he truly become hers. "

And with a flourish the music ended and the lights turned back on. He could hear the groaning of kids and adults alike as they winced at blinding lights. The children were pouting and shouting at their parents . The young man couldn't help but chuckle at their antics, a warmth glowing in his heart . Knowing that this made the kids happy .

"Next time I'm telling the story of dragons ." Caoilfhionn said .

As Caoilfhionn scanned the guests, he noticed that the soldier had made his way inside . And he appeared taken back by his magic . The young man narrows his eyes in suspicion at the man, wondering exactly what was his purpose . He'd have to be bold to try and force him out of the theater house, because Caoilfhionn certainly wouldn't go without a fuss and would certain scream and cry about discrimination if that was the case . So he was comfortable about approaching the man, but he wasn't foolish enough to be within arms reach ( in case this soldier did try and grab him ) .

" I don't think I've seen you around before . " Caoilfhionn said , a performers smile on his face as he tilted his head . " he studied the tall man for a second . There was something interesting about him, but Caoilfhionn didn't know just what it was . " You're different from my usual guests , you looked like you've never seen magic before . " he hummed , " I would guess most haven't in a while at least , mages like myself are rare , more so ones who come from Fae and Elven lineage . And we usually keep to ourselves due to the fickle nature of mortals ... " he trailed off as he found himself thinking about how humans could be so greedy and selfish to want power for themselves.

"Enough about my rambling, tell me about yourself big guy, you don't seem like a theater nerd, so what brings you here ? " he said casually, his voice teasing and his sharp little fangs on display as he smiled ominously.

He did nothing but peer over the heads of the gathered crowd as the display continued, only increasing in its display of grandeur. The soft crackling of ice as it formed, the tiny glittering specks that peppered the air like snow in early spring. It was worthy of the attention it was receiving, a display of beauty and wonderment. The artful monologue that accompanied the visuals was spoken in a way that betrayed the experience this performer held in showmanship. His mage was a master of the tongue, enrapturing those he spoke to and coiling his wondrous words around them like a snare.

Faelin carefully lowered the angle of his jaw back into the fur of his hood, feeling the fibres brush the tip of his nose lightly, he was attempting to block the majority of the smell. The concentration within the room was making his head spin, perhaps that added to the amazement at the magic being thrown about the room.

He had expected his men to check in here as well, but not a single one was standing or sitting amongst the crowd, it was only him in here. He could leave him here, report to the king that nothing was found. For the briefest moment, that thought crossed his mind before he ripped it to ribbons. What an idiotic idea. If he returned with nothing that would be strike three, another ink black band would be slapped on each forearm and if he breathed so much as breathed wrong he would be in the pits.

He would be returning with this creature.

The children’s small uproar at the end of the display brought Faelin to his senses, taking a small step back to press his back against the wooden wall behind him as a few people began to trickle out.

Despite himself, Faelin felt pity for what he was going to have to do. Tear this man away from something that so obviously uplifted the lower rings of the kingdom. However, he needed to ensure his own life remained how it was, ruining the lives of others was the price.

His eyes drifted over the heads of the people passing by him, a few gave him a short glance before averting their gaze just as quickly and scampered out the door. For a moment, he was hit with a wave of the sweet scent, it almost made him flinch if it wasn’t for the voice that soon followed. Snapping his eyes towards the origin of the voice, slightly wider than his usual expression, they landed on the performer.

There was little time to focus on being drenched in the scent because this..this idiot was outright telling him he was a mage. Faelin stood, dumbstruck by the admission being given out so willingly. It baffled the man, how he could be so forthright with his heritage, especially in this specific kingdom. Perhaps he was new, perhaps he did not know what happened to the occult and magic blessed around these parts. If that were the case… Faelin felt his gut twist with guilt.

No time to dwell on those matters, he needed to address this man or else he might slip through his fingers.

“Can a man not enjoy a morning performance on his way to work?” His voice carried the cadence of not being used in a while, low and almost cutting out at parts. Ignoring the toying nature of the question, he allowed a small smile to hover over his lips, nothing genuine but polite enough.

“I have not seen a show at this particular theatre house before, I frequent those in the upper rings often.” A lie. Yet, Faelin let his voice choke itself out through his efforts to breathe despite the choking nature of the scent surrounding him. “I think those showhouses would thoroughly enjoy your performance, have you considered enquiring about the noblemen’s theatres? Much profit to be made there, I’m sure.” Faelin swallowed thickly, he could taste the honey sweet flavour on his tongue. Whatever this was, it was irritating. It must be his delirium from lack of sleep, making his senses fire off far too dramatically to small stimuli.

He had not missed the pointed nature of the man’s canine, an interesting choice to keep them on display. Faelin would’ve betrayed his own nature with his smile if he did not file his four canines down every month in order to stop accusations. Instead, his teeth were in perfect, straight alignment.

Caoilfhionn turned his attention to his guest with attentiveness. He had to crane his neck to even look up at this giant of a man. He had never met a human so tall ! It was slightly intimidating, but also rather intriguing. He studied the man more now they were closer , his hair had lovely curls and they accented his face nicely. He seemed like some sort of warrior from some faded scars that he could see, and the obvious uniform the man was wearing. It looked rather warm , and while he was in a long sleeved dress, it was still rather thin, and he could still feel the chill of his powers lingering .

The young man only gave a graceful chuckle at the mention of seeing a performance before work. " Ah, I would assume you are some sort of guard or maybe knight from the gear . " he responded easily, leaning closer to get a better look at his uniform . " I guess it would be nice to see something relaxing before a hectic shift, I can't imagine what you knights get up to in a day. Must be interesting work, I'm just glad to offer some sort of stress relief . " he said earnestly, flashing a grin.

"I mean to entertain and make people happy with my shows, usually I would talk with guests afterwards, but my performance schedule is rather busy . " Caoilfhionn said with a slight hum in tone .

He ignored the sound of the man's voice . It was low and raspy , almost as if he wasn't used to talking. That was odd , if he was a knight and it looked like he lead others from his outfit. So why would he be so out of practice ? He kept this to himself , he watched as an older woman approached .

"Your honey and chamomile tea with lemon , sweetie ." Kindly handing him a cup. The older woman knew that speaking long had impact on his voice, and his voice was a weapon both in his performance and magically . He looked at her kindly saying, " thank you Grammy Lou " and bent down to kiss her on the cheek , " May I have another cup ? " he asked sweetly, batting his lashes, causing the woman to chuckle bash fully.

"Of course , sweet boy." The older woman exclaimed with a joyous smile. And she walked off, causing Caoilfhionn to chuckle fondly. He handed the tea to the stranger , leaving no room for argument . " Honey is good for a sore throat . " he said sincerely .

And at the mention of never seeing a show like this he felt a blush creep on his face . " Well it's my first time coming to this theater , I like supporting small businesses . And this is one business I wanted to support for a friend before I go to port tomorrow, I will be traveling over the seas. " and he grabbed a strand of hair and began messing with it , " sure , I love charging nobles extra to come to my shows , and besides they don't seem to appreciate my power, only seeing me as some exotic creature. I can't even mention how many thought I was some easy person. It's insulting, at least I know down here my power is appreciated and brings a sense of wonder and joy to someone. " he said in a low whisper as if telling a secret . He caught the cough of the male , and frowned slightly , " Are you sick ? One mustn't go to work sick . " and he raised his hand to check his temperature .

Yet, when his hands contacted with the other's skin, it was like electricity jolted through him. It was something pure and ecstatic and terrifying. His body locked up , and he felt the energy drain right out of his body . He stumbled backwards , taken aback, and then his body went limp and he fainted.

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Images filled his mind

Pearly white fangs glittering in the moonlight, the glowing eyes of a wolf

The sounds of growling and tearing of flesh , creatures being driven to fight for their lives.

The filing down of nails and teeth, being branded like cattle and their autonomy being stripped away

The Goddess was angry , angry for her children being taken and slaughtered - being used as mere puppets for entertainment.

And she was demanding blood

When the mage had began having these spells of visions , he found that when he woke up he was always worse for wear when he woke up. It made him want to lay down in his bed for a whole day or more - you see while mages were magically gifted , and could command storms and terrifying feats of godliness it came at a price. Their health - and Caoilfhionn had it bad with his immune system , not to mention when he used his ice powers too much he could get cold or even phantom aches in his bones and body. He always had to have a health tonic when he woke up.

The young man groaned as he came to his senses. Those type of things had always drained him when they happened. He could feel himself . . . moving ? Was he being carried ? He began to wriggle, panicking, because, what the actual hell was going on? And that's when he felt his body being dropped and he hissed in annoyance . His hiss loud and primal , indicating his nonhuman nature and the fact he was irritated . As he got himself out of the fur cloak he huffed angrily, looking around .

He tried to stand but he had less grace than a newborn fawn trying to use their new limbs . He groaned and used his hand to clutch his head, blinking slowly trying to stabilize himself . His head was swimming and it felt like someone was using a hammer on his skull and it didn't feel nice , and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his ribcage . That was probably why he was breathing so hard . He was never this worse for wear after a vision, so why was he in such agony in this moment . He could hear the whispers of the small group of soldiers that were around him, their faces were fuzzy as his vision was still recovering from his Sight.

He didn't like this and the fact these men were closing in on him wasn't helping him. He slowly scrambled back, gritting his teeth - a small irritated growl coming from him. He could feel the density within the air shift , thickness and tension in the particles - the heavens knew he was upset , and if he wasn't mistaken the clouds were darkening the skies above . If this invoked a storm, he would have the advantage . But then someone grabbed his arm and he went feral.

Before he could think the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth - his fangs had latched down on the arm of the foolish human that had dared to touch him. The sound making a satisfying crunch as they broke the bone , a pained shriek came from the human - good, this dumb thing should know its place . He had never tasted human blood in his life , sticking more so to animal blood as he was taught. Drinking off of humans was thought sinful and lustful, to feed off another was a privilege that only partners did . A fae was considered lustful to take many feeders . He knew of his needs, but he hadn't thought he'd neglected them - because why did he crave more of this man's blood ? Why did he feel find need drink until he couldn't no more . This felt more refreshing, more energizing - he could feel his vitality returning to him, even his senses were becoming more clear . Was this why it was warned not to feed off humans ? Because while it was better quality, it would lead to this maddening feeling.

As his vision cleared , he could see the group encircling him and he wasn't happy. His brain was still on overload , and his primal scenes were at the foreplay at the most. So this time his tried standing, his movements more cautious, and graceful now. His eyes were constricted, like that of a reptile, warily watching his captors. As he inched back, he pinned his ears as they tried to close him in, and he didn't grit his teeth but bared his fangs and hissed a warning. The sky rumbling with rain as he hissed , and he could feel the mist and fog begin rise within the area.

"My god I have a headache." He finally managed to get out clutching a head, "foolish mortals always overstepping nature , and being greedy." He sneered, eyes flowing with anger . " I don't know why I shouldn't curse you in Selene's name where you puppets stand. "

"Since you want me so bad . . . " he said with an impish grin on his face . Looking to the pouring sky and rising mist. A sense of calm washing over him, and something much more . . . ancient.

He used this opportunity to transform himself into a misty dire wolf form , "Come and find me . " and disappeared as quickly as he could.