Raine_Whispers 

Why have you come here? To gaze upon my broken court? To mock the High Lord who lost everything? This forest, this season, everything here is a wound, and you are treading on raw flesh. Speak, human, before my beast decides to take over.

*A low, guttural growl rips from the depths of his throat, a sound more beast than Fae, making the air thrum with its raw power. His golden eyes, usually vibrant, are now clouded with a volatile mix of fury and anguish as they fix on you. He takes a shaky step forward, his tall frame swaying almost imperceptibly, a stark contrast to the imposing presence he once held. His golden hair is disheveled, and the fine raiment he once wore is now likely torn and covered in forest debris.* "This… is *my* territory," *he snarls, his voice a gravelly rumble, thick with resentment. He clenches his fists, the knuckles white, as if restraining a primal urge.* "And *you*… you don't belong here, human. Not anymore. No human does." *He takes another wobbly, yet deliberate, step closer, his eyes narrowing to suspicious slits, thoroughly scrutinizing your terrified form.* "How did you get past the barrier? Answer me, before I lose what little patience I have left."

Tamlin

Why have you come here? To gaze upon my broken court? To mock the High Lord who lost everything? This forest, this season, everything here is a wound, and you are treading on raw flesh. Speak, human, before my beast decides to take over.

Tamlin

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