#zahryaofspring

[thepraetor]

who? @zahryaofspring where? by the snacky snacks

"Zahrya!" Delight fills her features as she sees the Spring fey amidst the crowd of party goers. There is a brief gut reaction that makes her want to frown, but she ignores it, finding it entirely too odd when there is nothing to be afraid regarding the fey before her. Rather, he had always seemed to have special care for faiman, and she is glad to see him. "How are you fairing? Sorry I haven't been able to visit, I can't—," Cloe frowns, puzzled as to why she had been about to say that she can't visit the Faerie's King Forest. Why couldn't she? She and Mery are friends! "I actually don't know why I haven't visit, huh."

[thegoodfellow]

who? @zahryaofspring where? Laurelin, Audulë  notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got emperor's new clothes by panic! at the disco

"I admit, it is rather impressive to have named yourself a god of fertility and have your Court accept it without complains," Robin admits idly as she comes to stand next to the Dawn Chancellor. Impressive, but ultimately rather annoying too, to see his delusions reach higher and higher everyday. Alas, they do need his expertise, so she can't help but hope that his delusions solidify into something more solid than his own children. It is all good to see more of his children running around, but they need an overall population boom as well. "I will not be praying to you, but I nonetheless hope that your will manifests in a boom of children in all courts."

[thegoodfellow]

"Get a grip, we are at war. I know sex is all new and novel for you, but it will still be there after we defeat the drows," Robin calls out, rolling her eyes at Zahrya's incredible sense of timing. There is a time and a place for everything, and the middle of the battlefield is surely not the time for sex, unless he had the audacity to think they were losing. But if that were the case, she would be more pissed about his lack of faith on their abilities than his desire for one last desperate fuck before he died. "Frankly, I couldn't give less of a fuck of your hot date, considering that we have yet to defeat any drow of importance. "

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Between the Chancellors being inside of each other and the sensation of crushing the earth beneath their combined power, Zahrya fell out of the Titan leaking nectar like it was the height of spring in spite of his exhaustion. Luckily he didn't fall too far before being scooped into an enormous, scaly bosom which he happily found comfort in. "Chancellor, His Majesty is giving us a wonderful soundtrack for what the mortals call a hot date," Zahrya responds from atop Alastor, barely turning his head to acknowledge Robin. Zahrya's magic reached explosive magnitude when he and Alastor came together, so he was irritated that he had to remove demonic scales from his lips to speak. "I cannot believe you'd interrupt our couple's time for something so trivial. Clearly, I have more urgent matters to attend to than the locations of the others," Zahrya continues, never halting his stroking of Alastor's horn for a second. Yes, Mery's continued destruction of Rome had him feeling incredibly fertile. He never knew war could be so erotic.

[alastormanifest]

@zahryaofspring location: love is a battlefield notes: kiss kiss fall in love

Destruction like this was foreign to even him. The Inferno was no stranger to violence and bloodshed, but the raw and undaunted power that the Titan exuded was beyond anything that Alastor had bore witness to before. Gray, scaled wings unfurled as hellfire washed across the city, breathed from the demonic manifest's maw as he protected the base of the mighty Titan with visceral need. Alastor could feel the chancellors contesting within, melded together as one as their flurry of conflicting emotions and ideals resounded into something purely chaotic and destructive. Nine days but still all too soon, the creature fell apart and Alastor swooped in to catch his falling Spring king, Zahrya. Depleted, the demon had never felt so little magic within the other, all the more reason to hold him that much closer. "How was it?" Alastor inquired, they'd reunite with the others shortly, for now they remained airborne. "Tell me everything, describe it to me." You better not be having someone else's baby again.

[avengingsoranus]

@zahryaofspring location: Dawn Court notes: Dad's home

"Why Zahrya you're-" Soranus' features softened as he looked upon the chancellor, the elf was radiating. Warm and glowing, he'd heard about the miracles that the chancellor had produced, even now as cold winds blew in from the mountains of the Lunar court, life was springing forth again. It was worthy of celebration. "Zahrya, you're glowing." Soft hands cupped the chancellor's cheeks, he was beautiful, perfect in every way. His mother would have been proud. "Can I meet them? Your children? I'm sorry I've been away I-" Changed. "I've missed you."

[meryasek]

@zahryaofspring Location: them new courts

Jacarandas fell around the two of them, but this was the border between the Dawn Court and the Daemon Court, as ordinary perhaps as it could be. Meryasek no longer wished to be king of the Elves, creatures that would never accept him for the other half of what he was. Archfey and archfiend, he stood there now, reunited with Zahrya once more. They hadn't talked much since Mery had tossed the elven crowd and burned it in his hellfire. He'd created a new one, fit for the daemons of his court as he let his wings stretch wide. His horns still shined beneath his curls, his irises flashing red as he stood with his old friend, "Well? What do you think? Spring may not answer to me anymore, but I thought I'd fill this section with my favorite tree." His song still held power, and while he was more fiend than fey, Titania's fondness for these things still ran through his blood.

[micahwright]

@zahryaofspring location: Fey Forest notes: Uncle ZahZah why r u leaking

This forest was supposed to have houses and shit, though Micah hadn't seen much but trees yet. Maybe he'd taken a wrong turn, his clairvoyance wasn't working that well anymore and after a few twists he could have sworn he'd passed that same tree about a dozen times before. "Oh hey," Micah said as he saw someone that he vaguely recognized, "I uh, I almost didn't know it was you. You look different." Zahrya had given birth to three children, underwent a metamorphosis, and was now an elf instead of an eladrin. "Looks good on you man, say, do you know how I can get back to lycanville?"

[xlogonx]

@zahryaofspring

The architect of the Summer Court had done what he could, but nothing was greater than the idea of a safe haven for children, for the summer shores were bright and hot, but beneath the waves? Calm and cool for those that wanted shelter within it. He knew the Spring Chancellor was a frequent visitor, the tiefling child enjoying heat, and Logon was more than happy to oblige. Who knew? An Avariel would be in his future, that much he was sure, but there was still fear. Logon was terrified of the land they'd created being invaded once more, of the elves falling as their great empires had once again. Nevertheless, Zahrya and his boundless fertility seemed to find him, "Chancellor. Here to enjoy the pink sand?"

[healerswanford]

who? @zahryaofspring

where? Isabella’s office

Isabella watches as her patient leaves in a rush and sighs, making a mental note to contact them later and refer them to one of her colleagues as she is sure any sort of trust between the two of them was gone the moment the Spring Chancellor popped into existence in the middle of their session. She would have tried to kick Zahrya out, but frankly, she had heard rumors about his behavior and they don’t bode anything good. That, and if he is seeking her out, it means he wants to talk, even if he denies the fact that he so very clearly needs her services. She made an oath to her patients, and she will do everything to keep it even when they themselves do not see themselves as her patients.

“Greetings Spring Chancellor,” she greets, once the door closes behind her other patient, eyes moving back to the fey that had appeared in the middle of her office by an act of magic. “How can I be of service on this fine morning? Did you want to discuss something?”

[wardercloud]

closed starter for @zahryaofspring​

There was something about the man that had immediately drawn Cloud in. What it was had been a mystery considering they were absolutely nothing alike. To be honest, they thought Zahrya was off of his rocker ninety percent of the time. That didn’t mean much though considering they had thought Theneras was okay for quite a long time. Their wardee was nothing but a memory now. The spring eladrin was still very much alive with yet another changeling. It was very interesting to them. “So how many of these do you have?”

[thepraetor]

who? @zahryaofspring where? canal cakes

"I believe you and I need to talk," the words are delivered mildly, even as she reigns the simmering angering she had felt since Gabriel had warned her that Zahrya was going around threatening her friends and employees. The paranoia is too much, if understandable at the current circumstances. "Might I ask why did you deem it necessary to undermine me in front of my own workers? I might be much younger, but I am not an idiot. Everyone I have hired has gone through extensive vetting processes and the wards I have set for this place include ill intent wards. There was no need to intimidate those I hold dear."

[thegoodfellow]

who? @zahryaofspring

where? the faerie queen’s forest, spring’s gardens

Robin has rarely been one for pensive moods, not when she could be doing productive or interesting with her time. And yet, things have slowly been devolving since the moment she returned to Rome, leaving her off balance. It comes at no surprise, then, that she has taken to wander the newly deemed faerie queen’s forest. She is on the Spring’s Gardens, sitting next to a pond as some of the dandelion hedgehogs nap next to her, when she hears a familiar set of steps approach. For a moment she does not look from where she is petting one of the little dears, but then she slowly raises her head and nods at the other Chancellor.

“Good afternoon, Zahrya. I must compliment you for your garden’s, they are breathtaking.”

[alekgray]

@zahryaofspring​ location: Luberfest notes: post gauntlet

“I thought of a way that you can help me.” Alek offered as the Spring chancellor approached, the lycan sat hunched on the bench of his tent, wounds patched over but still raw even as his accelerated healing worked to mend them over. At Zahrya’s approach he found he could think more clearly, though by now he’d come to terms with why that was: some spell of the mind that confused his senses, dulled them to that of whatever dimwitted pup would suit the chancellor’s needs. It was alright, Alek appreciated the peace that came with the simplicity of the other’s presence. He was, after all, the only one who’d come looking for him when Alek was gone, the only one who’d called to him when he was trapped in the bowels of the beast. “I met someone,” he thought of Lain, “who mastered himself by eating the heart of a changeling.” He remembered the beasts that stalked Zahrya’s forest and knew from the masquerade that the creation of these monstrosities was within the realm of the fey’s magic. “I’d like one.” 

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Late Morning Location: One of them communal gardens in a city, specifically the same one she’d met August in so I assume a lot of people end up finding her there lol Characters: @zahryaofspring & @seeingvivianne​

Her reading for the day had foretold a significant stranger coming, so Vivianne set out around the time she expected them to show up  and headed elsewhere rather than staying at the Dahlia House. The witches had only just decided to pardon their Sovereign and tentatively revisit some of their laws, on the grounds that they’d been saved and spent so long debating and deciding. Things were still tense at home and they would be tenser still if she welcomed in what she realized would likely be the fey Spring Chancellor, as there were a lot of whispers about the man. So Vivianne waited in her favorite communal garden, which was mostly barren for winter, with the expectation that it would suit them both more. A ball of warming fire followed her as she heard him approach the gate and she stepped forward to welcome him. “You’re early,” she observed, though not unpleasantly. And no one had told her he’d come, or that he’d been interested in seeing her. “Welcome, Chancellor. Would you like to walk or sit?” Eyeing him with interest but gathering no immediate Sight or information, Vivianne gestured her head for Zahrya to follow her.

[alastormanifest]

@zahryaofspring location: Hakanalia notes: kiss kiss sleigh sleigh ho ho ho

While Zahrya preferred that all things were about him, Alastor had to commend the chancellor for not demanding that Aurora's birthday be about the coming Spring, or that the wedding not be a celebration of fertility. Even this party was not to the chancellor's usual behaviour, but Alastor had dragged him out while the changelings watched the children at home. "Tell me you're having fun," his hand moved protectively over Zahrya's stomach, "we can stay as long as you want." Elves, vampires, witches, demons, druids, and more - the party was a cornucopia of copulation, dancing, and joyous revelry. It felt good to see everyone joined so closely together.

[meryasek]

@zahryaofspring​

A lot had happened since he’d seen the Spring Chancellor, and he idly wondered if Dareth had even mentioned why he’d needed what he had from Zahrya. Mery, however, was basking in the fresh air of spring. Rome was dreadfully hot during the months leading up to summer, humid, too, but Spring air always circulated around the eladrin, and Mery felt refreshed as cool air hit him from every side. HIs outfit was amazing, his crown was even more amazing – he wasn’t sure why they bothered celebrating Mercury at all. Either way, he leaned his head back now, only to be greeted with a changeling – which meant Zahrya couldn’t be far behind. “I’m surprised you came. This festival isn’t about us, so I definitely thought you would’ve stayed home.”