Written Wonderland

The floor of the fae court was exactly as solid as it looked. Stepping into the fae court's palace was an experience not unlike floating; your feet are not touching anything underneath you, but you don't fall. It doesn't require any balance or effort to stay upright, and you can still move by walkin...

The prowl entourage in full battle regalia (as was the custom for the more distinguished houses), led by their house banner (a black background with a solid blue line diagonally through it, lined with silver) had been approaching the palace as Dehaljadrun came into view. The duchess Elaine of Prowl ...

The palace grounds were not difficult to find; they gave off an intense aura that seemed to demand attention, and besides, they were lit brightly with shimmering lights. As Dehaljadrun emerged into a large clearing from the thick of the forest, the palace came into view with an impressive level of d...

The image of Puck snarled for just a moment, then a shocked expression rose over its eyes. Without a word, it picked up the bottom of its cloak and threw it upward, momentarily blocking Dehaljadrun's view of its body. As the cloak descended, it was somehow now empty. The creature was gone, and as th...

"Why, of course not," the image of Puck said easily with a smirk, lowering its arm. "In both regards. My liege has matters to attend to, and walking would be far too tedious and far too dull." At this, the creature lifted its arm again, this time with a fist full of dark, pulsing...

On the following night, as twilight was setting in, a creature approached Dehaljadrun. It came in the form of Puck, dressed regally and even carried itself with all of his confidence and swagger. It was wearing golden greaves over loose-fitting purple pants and a golden breastplate that covered the ...

Puck inhaled quickly with surprise and desire as Dehaljadrun grabbed his vest. Ugh, it's so hard to keep your head straight around this woman... "Umm, I mean, you're hot as fuck. There's that," Puck whispered. "And hell, I'm sure you understand; when you spend -centuries- around the s...

Puck laughed out loud. A good, authentic, hearty laugh. "Oh, Meliae." He lifted a hand to his face, an amused grin showing on either side. "I mean, she's a powerhouse, no doubt, but politics aren't exactly her strongsuit... She's a whole lot of honest, no-nonsense, which is just the o...

Puck clenched the fist that had just been walking up Dehaljadrun's arm, winced, and shuttered. It was all he could do to stop himself from pouncing on her right then and there. Anyway, this was Dehaljadrun, that may not even turn out poorly. But... Puck you have an image to maintain, and that's so u...

"Mmmm..." Puck closed his eyes and reveled for just a moment in Dehaljadrun's seductive tone. Oh, this aura of desire is so thick you could swim in it. She's just so goddamn hard to say "no" to... On the other hand, though, Puck knew exactly the type of man that Dehaljadrun had a...