[TAKEOVER] I am the one thing in life I can control

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Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin

The flowers spread out before him and he smirks as he correctly assumes that the two behind him must be wondering for whose benefit this is for. His or theirs? It had been clear when they had arrived that the woods were too quiet and that what little life was here preferred to keep to themselves. However, the Dark Fae would not be surprised if this forest held eyes. If there was an audience that may be watching that they were unaware of. It’s for them he makes this display as much as it’s a calling card to lure out those that are hiding.

Let rumor spread that the Cruel Prince of Flowers had returned, for better or worse.

One does appear, a young stallion, who approaches them seeming both curious and a little flustered. The black and gold Fae says nothing, red eyes glittering coldly back at him. It’s not Oren that he’s disappointed in. He had been hoping for another appearance, the faint scent that he had caught on their arrival. When no others appear besides the boy, he snorts in irritation.

There had been a subtle glance he had caught from the once Loessian Queen and he turns that smirk to her, a secret that only she can see between them. He is what he is, what she sees as a switch is something that comes naturally to him because he still is this being as much as he is the man who tries to shed his scales for her. He is still a trickster who sees the world in gray. He will not shy from cruel words or viciousness as much as he understands and embraces the ones that are drawn to him from shadows. Those that seem to like his choices and methods. He is use to ruling a darker court with dark intentions even if his heart wasn’t completely black.

However.

He is also not exactly the stallion he use to be. He is not as hard as he use to be, the layers of protection that he had curled himself behind that he had begun to lay down for her. The brightness that had snuck beneath his armor when Obsidio had been born.

So he takes some of the edge away from glittering crimson and while the smirk remains, he removes some of its sharpness as he looks back at Oren. Just some, he had prestige to keep. A long finely pointed ear swiveled in Cheri’s direction as she speaks to this male she knows. There is only one question he has but Aela beats him to it, as blunt as he had planned to be. Remaining silent, his gaze blazes down on Oren waiting for an answer that he believes he already knows. 

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@Oren
@Cheri
@Aela