Shadow Games [Cel]

[Namgil]

Namgil was not used to living in the shadows. Though a life concealed from other faerie had its perks, especially when it came to tracking his prey, it was definitely not his style. Namgil had a flare for the extravagant – he was a fearless, careless creature who lived his life in the here and now. The only reason he still remained outside of the Unseelie walls was because he had an agenda the depended on his absence. He would allow this desire, only this one, to alter his lifestyle so. Though his plan was falling perfectly in place, Namgil was not a patient man. He itched to have his prize within his claws, but in order to succeed he would have to learn to forgo his impulses for the moment.

Still, Namgil did have one other important task to take care of. Through his liberal use of the Unseelie servants, Namgil had heard much of King Cel. Normally Namgil would have been perfectly fine without introducing himself to the Unseelie monarch, but, when his prize was on the line, Namgil wasn’t about to ignore Cel’s presence. He would, at this point, do whatever it took to ensure that he got his way. Despite the stories Namgil had become privy to, the Sidhe male knew little about King Cel. He was unsure how the King would feel about Namgil’s little ‘quest’ and though Namgil wasn’t the type to allow even a King to stand in his way, it wouldn’t hurt to have the King on his side. After all, it seemed as if they were quite a bit alike.

It was late, nearly morning. The silver haze of the eclipsed moon was half hidden behind a mask of clouds, bathing Alanor in an even thicker blanket of darkness. Namgil was currently lounging by the mouth of the Unseelie caverns, his body nestled on a particularly large boulder. One leg was bent, an arm rested on his knee, his back languidly draped back against the rock surface behind him. Namgil’s black, deadened eyes stared rather blankly into space. He was waiting for the King he knew would come – Cel could hear and practically see everything within the darkness. It was a trait Namgil would have been jealous of had he actually cared.

He dressed in his usual attire – a black suit with accompanying black shirt which was left casually untucked and unbuttoned save for a single button that did little to close the cloth across his tanned and muscled flesh. A silver flask was nestled next to him, emptied only a few moments prior. The warmth of the consumed whiskey was fleeting but a welcome relief from the cool caress of the early morning air. From afar, Namgil almost appeared to be the picture of serenity, were it not for the venomous invisible sheen that laced the air around him.

[King Cel]

The Darkness showed him all. He emerged from the belly of the Unseelie caverns, the roses slithering at his feet with the maneuverability of snakes but the demeanor of well-trained hounds. The crimson rose petals nearly licked the shiny leather of his freshly polished leather boots and the razor sharp thorns on the vines seemed to scrape, albeit soundlessly, across the jade tiled floor.

The King had seen Namgil before, just as he had seen everyone in his court. There was no hiding from the man who darkness allowed ubiquity to, an all seeing eye that was only bolstered by the affects of the eclipse that had only just passed. But still Cel knew nothing of Namgil, a sidhe who was only a Conri because he hung around the court enough, yet on this day Cel would make his acquaintance. The King would meet this man named Namgil and finally see who exactly he was and whether he was worthy of a rank higher than those who are simply “accepted.”

Cel was dressed as he was always, fancy. One of Cel’s many suits that could have easily been mistaken for his finest adorned his body and his pouted lips were framed by dark black stubble. His eyes were made even darker by the raven locks that were swept back behind his ears, some product denying his hair of the natural curls he possessed.

”Prince Namgil?” he said almost dangerously as he regarded the many with an arched eyebrow. The King moved closer by the moment.

[Namgil]

At the sound of King Cel’s approach, Namgil lazily rolled his head to the side, allowing it to flop over in a haphardly manner. His hair fell into his face, dramatically obscuring the majority of his vision, though one gleaming dead eye still managed to fixate itself upon the fast approaching King. Cel’s voice almost spawned a chuckle, though Namgil ultimately decided not to expend the energy. Instead a smirk slithered atop hip lips as he rotated his head back into its normal position and slipped off the rock to his feet.

Was the King suspicious of him? Is that why he spoke with such hostility in his voice? There was little Namgil could do to escape the King’s eyes and ears. Namgil was a creature of the shadows but Cel had mastered them. The King should know well enough by now that Namgil held no ill will towards the Unseelie court or its monarch. He cared very little for petty court politics or the faerie that dabbled in them. The only reason he stuck around the Unseelie caverns was because his prey had taken up refuge inside the crystallized walls.

He made no gesture of civility towards the King. Instead, he simple allowed his smile to remain dancing across his lips, his hands shoved into his pockets as he sized up the man before him. The two of them were not unalike. Cel’s aura was akin to Namgil’s, though not as subtle. His glow seethed in a manner that incited passion and lust while Namgil’s often induced a foreboding sense of fear and paranoia. It was an interesting contrast, but not an unwelcome one. Namgil’s face remained decidedly blank and he remained silent until the King had nearly closed the gap between them, ”Lucky me; spared an introduction.” His sharp teeth glittered, ”Now that I have your attention King Cel, I wish to address my delay in approaching your court.” Straight and to the point.