#lunariisms

".......... Care to tell me why my ENTIRE CASTLE OF LACKEYS just let an individual THROUGH the doors without any repercussions???" That voice practically boomed out from the one sitting lazily on his throne, and those red eyes were glaring over towards the intruder. He had been seeing much through his glass Ball of Sight; with it's purple light and smoke cradled inside-- when this one managed to sneak on into their fortress. He was annoyed, but tried to retain his cool when he realized it was just the two of them still, and none of his others.

"....Ugh. Imbeciles!!!" He sighed, rolling the ball in his palm and considering them from across the way. "Well, do come in... Don't be shy."

The Lord of Gifts walked among the trees in the twilight hour, where purple and pink hues marred the sky in blotches that mixed with the white-grey clouds. There was a presence that pulled him away from his travels, and he came upon a cottage so far from the road, deep into the forest nearest the mountain's base.

Curiosity took him, which was always a slight issue of his that he'd never address. Regardless, he must recenter his thoughts, and focus on what was before him. This was so far from the nearest place of civilization, this comfy little cottage, with it's crackling fire illuminating the inside from the fireplace. A shape was seen, and he neared the window to gaze in at the one who currently resided in it.

The trees were nearly still and quiet, allowing the passing of time to be noticed, and only the occasional wind brushing through leaves was heard. This being the only noise heard until a single twig snapped, and a tall being stood behind the target with their longbow aimed for the kill. Stormy blue eyes locked with theirs, and it was then that he realized they may be of a friendly nature.

Though, he couldn't let the swaying of time deceive him, knowing enemies were sometimes disguised as fair and beautiful. "State your business..." Quietly did he command it. Nor did he lower the weapon, fully ready to unleash the arrow from it's notched position, if said person decided to act in a rash manner. "For this territory is marked as dangerous to those of the light."

                                    " hey -- HEY. eyes over here.                                     what are you looking at ? "