Mutant AU Sinric

[thewidewideworld]

A lithe figure dressed in Byzantine finery slips in through the door, a silken veil hiding all but a pair of startling gold shot eyes.

The figure looks around in fright and worry before seeking the warmth of the fire. The youth slips off a pair of fine kid leather gloves to warm long, delicate fingers, still watching the room furtively.

To those with average desires, the figure is attractive, interesting and may remind them of someone they are strongly attracted to. For those with strong desires (or hungers), the figure seems to hold an almost magnetic pull, reminding them very strongly of someone, or something, they want.


{ooc: Sinric is an empathic, desire-driven shapeshifter of the Mutant X gene line. If you want to bounce ideas or talk about how your pup might reach, drop me an email or PM, contact details in the link. May suffer from sudden slowtime over the next few days but I’ll do my best to keep up.}

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

There is a tall, blond man with a long stiff braid and a raven on his shoulder, studying a map on a table.

The raven seems to be studying it alongside him.

He looks up as if jolted into action when the Byzantine youth enters the bar.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric notices the man's reaction and hastens to put his gloves back on. In doing so, he revels bruising at his wrists which he also hastens to cover.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Another raven comes down from the rafters and regards Sinric with a curiously tilted head.

[thewidewideworld]

The ravens worry him somewhat so he backs away, bumping into a chair as he does.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The tall man stands, quickly.

The second raven returns to him, coming to perch on his shoulder.

"I am sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just curious."

[thewidewideworld]

"Your birds, I have never seen their like in the Empire." His voice is high and musical, catching in a breathlessness that draws at most men's desires. "Not ones so biddable."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The tall blond man takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"I have a gift of raven magic," he says. Mutations aren't anything shameful to him, merely a way of the gods claiming and marking their favoured mortals. "What empire?"

[thewidewideworld]

"You are like me?" He asks, very softly. His voice shakes a little. "You're katara, cursed?"

He cocks his head, as if surprised by the question. "The great and bountiful eastern empire of Byzantium."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I am blessed by the god Odin, to whom I belong," the man says. "You are from Miklagard, where other gods rule, then?"

[onceaviking]

Eric comes downstairs, half of a mind to head back to Fangtasia when he sees -

"Sookie?"

It has to be her. The get up gets a look but is dismissed.
(It's probably the fucking fairies. You won't find anything that nicely made in a 50 miles radius from Bon Temps).

[thewidewideworld]

The scent in the air certainly seems to imply fairy.

Sinric still has his back to Eric but the vampire's hungers are already working on him. He lowers the veil and removes his scarf. His flowing blonde hair has moved into a high ponytail, bobbing as he she adjusts it.

[onceaviking]

"Well, well, well," Eric says as he swaggers over, a small smile on his lips.
"Aren't you full of surprises? Hanging out at the edge of time and place and whatever the fuck else - and I had no idea."

He stops before he is close enough to crowd her, letting his eyes glide down her body.

Mmm. One day. Or rather night.
Soon.

"You should let me give you the tour. I know all the best nooks and crannies."

[thewidewideworld]

She glances at him, smothering her instinctive smile at greeting someone she knows, remembering she doesn't like him and flicks her hair in a defiant scowl. "Mr Northman. I should have known. This place looks too clean to be one of your establishments." Despite her tone she bounces a little excitedly, fascinated by all the new and strange sights.

[onceaviking]

He likes her scowl.

"Is it? I hadn't noticed."
Too busy looking at her is heavily implied by the way his gaze falls on her.

"And I just got for what the customers like. Good business practice you know."

He looks around.
"You're here on your own?"

[thewidewideworld]

She doesn't notice the heavy look, too busy looking over his shoulder at the window, her small high breasts straining against her shirt as she cranes to see the rats.

His question earns another scowl as she focuses on him again, crossing her arms and adjusting the little scarf around her neck. "Don't get any ideas, Eric Northman. I might be here on my own but that doesn't mean I can't look after myself." There's a little flutter in her voice, in her pulse.

[onceaviking]

"Is that so?"
He sounds amused.

"No tour then? I'd even forego the skinny dipping ..."

Think about that, Sookie. Skinny dipping.

[thewidewideworld]

"Mr Northman!" She manages to look scandalized. "You can put thoughts like that out of your mind."

She chews her lip with that little gap-toothed smile. "But I won't say no to a tour. What is this place called?"

Late tag is late...so sorry

[4th_survived]

Anne watched the figure enter and go towards the fire. There's something about him, a sort of pull she almost recognizes from those in the fae court, but..this person didn't feel fae either, but human-a strange sort of human.

Gathering her skirts, she makes her way over to the person, a smile on her face. Regardless of who this person was, he was so pretty and delicate, a welcome change from the people in Henry's court. "Hello, may I join you?"

The woman before him is human, by all accounts, but something about her is different-unworldly. For her thick skirts and almost stockish frame, there's a lightness to her that suggests a comfortable, merry sort of warmth.

[thewidewideworld]

"Of course, you're most welcome." He ducks a small bow to her, keeping his face covered but there's a flash of gold in his eyes as he lowers them. "Forgive me, am I intruding?"

[4th_survived]

His eyes were fascinating, and she's immediately grateful to meet him here and not through her world. She knew straight off that one of the Kindred would wish to take him.

She shook her head, taking a seat. "Not at all. Are you one of the Fae?" It occured to her that he might be, possibly another court, but it was hard to say. "I've never seen a human with eyes that color, and I can sense a sort of power from you."

There's no disgust or alarm in her voice, but a warm curiosity reminiscent of a small child-or one of the Fae.

[thewidewideworld]

He shakes his head sadly. "There are some who accuse me of being a changeling but I am no fae, m'lady."

He ducks his head as if trying to hide those gold eyes. "I am one of the cursed, born differently from others."

[4th_survived]

She frowned, but only partially for what he said. The fae occasionally cast curses on humans, it was true, but she knew what they felt like and none of that magic was attached to this person. Then of course, it was the implication that being a Changeling was a bad thing.

Anne ducked her head down as well, almost a dare to meet his eyes. "You are different, but it's no bad thing to be a changeling-at least, not with the Court I belong to." She knew there were other Fae courts, each one as different as those of humans, though unlike the Humans, they kept the same code.

She leaned forward just a little, as though giving him a secret. "Those who the Court takes live in such splendor. I was a child at the time, and the Queen took me as a daughter."

Unlike full blooded fae, she had no 'true form' that she hid with glamour, but she did call it to change her eyes to the same gold color as his.

[thewidewideworld]

His eyes widen to see her own gold eyes. "You are Fae, m'lady? Such things are stories where I am from. Changeling is an insult meant for my kind, because of our strangeness. To make it clear we're ungodly. I'm sorry, I meant no offence."

[4th_survived]

Anne had been back Aboveground long enough to know his words were true. Though this was meant to be an alliance with King Henry, she definitely recalled some looking at her strangely-it left her wondering how'd they react to a true Fairy among them.

"I'm a changeling." There was no shame or issue with admitting it-atleast in the Court she was raised, even being half fairy counted enough. She was still part human of course, but they hardly seemed bothered by that. "But you're right, most ordinary humans find that a fault. There are stories of what happens to the fae left in their place or what happens to the child afterwards."

She was lucky in her case. "I never understood this 'godly' and 'ungodly' business-no one could help how they're created.." She paused. "Unless of course there's some accident that leaves them broken, but even so it's no real fault of their own."

[thewidewideworld]

He manages a half smile. "As far as I can tell, ungodly is anyone the princes of the church doesn't like."