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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#23-26)

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Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season
Griffin

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Vendetta — Day Court Citizen Signos: 25
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 8 — Atk: 12 — Exp: 10
▶ 9 [Year 493 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Azrail (Nightmare Stag)
#1
when it rains, it pours
there will be blood in the water
Vendetta's rarely left Solterra's, even on matters of business. She had people for that. But when the invitations had arrived even she had been intrigued about what the new Night Court regime was planning, and then she thought it would give her a chance to learn more about their blackmarket for herself.

When she heard about the masquerade, it only got better.

The pintaloosa was adorned in her usual finery, roses the color of fresh blood mixed with gilded pearls and a skirt so delicate it seemed to float across the floor. This night, however, there was one addition: an obsidian velvet mask of scrolling, intricate patterns that wove together. From beyond it we're her eyes, looking on, shining as brightly as polished rubies.

As Vendetta weaved through each room of Denocte's keep, every inch of her screamed look at me, from the confident tilt of her head to the sway of her red clad hips, to the click of her cloven hooves. There was nothing subtle about her--she was as much an attraction as any of the decorations or performers and heads turned when she walked by. None of them interested her.

She ended up in the room of black and white, the color scheme befitting as the unicorn appeared black as night in most light rather than the true deep red brown that she was. Like blood spilled on soil.

There Vendetta lingered, gaze tracing over the curves and edges of all those gathered. Somewhere Azrail stood nearby, she could feel him, though he was most likely keeping to the shadows, ever watchful. Though he was silent, she could sense his protectiveness. Tonight, however, Vendetta was the predator. It was others who would need protecting.
Trouble has arrived...
[Image: vendettaicon_by_nocturnalowlet-dcbwbhv.png]
sycophants on velvet sofas
lavish mansions, vintage wine


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Avdotya — Day Court Outcast Signos: 235
▶ Played by Kay [PM] Posts: 91 — Threads: 7
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 15 — Atk: 25 — Exp: 34
▶ Immortal [Year 494 Summer] Active Magic: Earth
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Feliks (Borzoi)
#2

There were no invitations with Avdotya’s name written in pretty swooping letters, no parchment that beckoned her presence to Denocte’s grand halls. It would take a fool, after all, to welcome a murderess into one’s home... and yet, there she was, gliding across the stone floors with bone and fine metals tinkling with her every stride; she was the picture of savage grace, adorned in red, silken sashes and polished gold that reflected even the dullest flicker of light. Her scarred face, too, lay hidden behind a mask intricately carved of bone -she was unmistakably Solterran, but to many just another child of Solis. The viper’s name had certainly fallen from many tongues across Novus, but outside of the desert capitol, most would not know her by appearance, especially not without her bearskin. 

Now, whether or not that actually held true, it seemed Avdotya did not care.

She proceeded through corridor with utter nonchalance, brushing past merry party-goers in their fancy attire as if they were barely there. It was the room dripping in black and white that the woman ended up, slithering through its doors and very quickly helping herself to a small drink. Solis knew she needed something to tolerate such a crowd. And it was while the last of Avdotya’s drink slid down her throat that she noted one mare in particular. If she could recall correctly, they called her The Pearl Mistress (she was not all that familiar with the faces of the black market, but there were a few that had made enough of a name for themselves). By the looks of her, she seemed exceptionally ready to cause a problem.

Avdotya would have been keen to watch, but she rather found herself more interested in involvement than she did quiet observation tonight. So, the Davke Queen slunk closer. ”Careful,” she murmured as she pulled up beside her, ”I hear crows are quite fond of collecting pretty things.” One could only assume Night Court's troubled flock still lurked somewhere within its plentiful shadows.



@Vendetta <3

OOTD here~ + some bone mask idk

image © aapex

You shall find that pretty rose vines are just as lovely
when they wrap tight around your limbs and shatter your bones.


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Vendetta — Day Court Citizen Signos: 25
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 8 — Atk: 12 — Exp: 10
▶ 9 [Year 493 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Azrail (Nightmare Stag)
#3
when it rains, it pours
there will be blood in the water
"Crows should be wary of a hawk, no matter how pretty its feathers might be," Vendetta answered coolly, ruby red eyes settling on the adorned woman who joined her. Dressed in gold and red and bone, carrying the unmistakable smell of sun and sand on her skin, the woman was clearly of Solterra though Vendetta could not say if she knew her. The unicorn rarely bothered to learn the names and faces of those who didn't have a direct effect on her work.

Her gaze slid off the woman's dark skin and back to the crowd. This wasn't exactly the excitement she had been hoping for, unless her newfound company had some other motive. "And you? Why should the crows fear you? Surely you don't wear that mask to come off as welcoming." What she really wanted to ask was: how can you be useful to me, then?

Sensing the turning of the wheels in her head, Azrail suggested, "Perhaps we should not dishonor our hosts by causing a scene?" A part of Vendetta signed with exasperation. She trusted her bonded dearly but he was so much more reserved that she. The other part of her spoke, "It's all dear and lovely, but it's quite... tame, is it not?" A shadow of a smirk passed over her lips. What she had really been hoping for was someone she could glean a little information from, but what had she ended up with? Maybe a fellow Solterran could help?
[Image: vendettaicon_by_nocturnalowlet-dcbwbhv.png]
sycophants on velvet sofas
lavish mansions, vintage wine


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