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"Well you know what they say, you can't make an omlette without cracking a few eggs. Or a lot more than that." Alaric liked to think of the world in the idea of a wheel his creations were a product of his destruction, careful and exact destruction. He liked to cut along the lines. "Your coat is beautiful. My experiments are less garment related though, I synthesize new drugs and teas for my people, things to capture our fancy and whims. I am also in the works of creating a beast myself. Something fearsome and wild. I would love to let you hunt it when I am done." he said with a little smile.

"Come hunt in my realm. Please indulge to your hearts content and bring back the bounty of meat, organs, and bones back to my castle. Enjoy the oddities of my lands." Alaric's silvery eyes glinted with delight at the revelation that the other had killed his own father. "How interesting. we both killed our father's. Though I am sure the way I did it was far less noble than a hunt. Though it was painless. I turned my father into a trophy of my own. A statue."

"You and I seem alike, if on opposite sides of things," Crewel mused, "you talk of creation where I live for the destruction. Then again, it's the creation after the destruction that I keep with me. This, my coat," he gave another twirl, "obviously adjusted from its original form." That was the necessity regarding his trophies, but not the part of the hunt he enjoyed the most. "What sort of experiments?"

He took a step back, Alaric in his full vision, taking in the shades of cream and white and ornate detailing wrapped around a tight body, and he smirked. "Only white, darling? Closest fur I have to white is a light grey with fleckles of black in it." It matched the light blonde and the black stained side of his hair at least, if he was looking for consistency. "Favourite thing? That is a good question." He took a few paces to the side, perching on a log, "we don't have many fantastical beasts in my realm, not like Wonderland, or the others that have been mentioned. Werewolves, werebears, werecats. That's about it. You kill one, you've killed them all. No extra flavour to it. Unless it's personal. I have one that I'm anticipating will be a more than adequate thrill, and kill. More so than my father was."

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Luke Eisner

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Location: The White King's Castle

"Oh this is marvelous isn't it?" Alaric laughed as he looked at the glass bottle that spewed forth a fine mist of lavender smoke coming from it, another one of his many experiments. He scribbled notes as he breathed in the sweet smell of the smoke as it built a deep sense of euphoria in him. The mixture of ingredients had mingled with the vessel, a discarded jinn bottle from Agrabah to create something new and delightful.

"How does it make you feel? I cannot stop laughing. I find this so mirthful. Do you enjoy it?" he asked with a laugh the other who had chosen to join him in his experiment.

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Luke Eisner

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"I meant more about them being rude to you. They think for some reason that the power I grant them gives them the right to look down on others. They survive on my whims and they should be aware of it." Alaric said with a smile, that bright white smile that cut his face like a knife. Alaric gently reached up to cup the other's face in his hand a thumb gently caressing his cheek thoughtfully. "You have my favor, please speak with candor to me. You have my permission. Guests are to be honored and I am thrilled you took me up on my invitation."

"Odes are a lovely way to pass the time, have several suitors who honor me with ballads from time to time. I am sure they are not half as lovely as yours though." Alaric watched over the crowds for a few moments before he stopped and waved over to his servants them bringing with them a violin, the shining pale wood inlaid with silver. "Does this instrument inspire you? I read somewhere the devil himself plays the violin." Alaric leaned down and into the other. "If you play a song that makes all of them dance, the violin is yours to keep if you wish. Show me a magic trick and make them all an extension of your art for me."

It took Parin a few moments to get the color to return to his face when the King told him that he was joking. He laughed again, also awkwardly, before the released a breath and wiped at his forehead jokingly. He nodded, listening intently to what King Alaric was saying, his dark eyes shifting around the hall at the guests that were there, "Yes, of course. I would never dream of being rude to your guests." The last thing he wanted was to get on the king's bad side. He wanted to return and play for him again in the future.

He bowed once again as h heard the compliment from the King, "Of course, your majesty. I would be honored to show you and to see what you offer. My magic is something special, in my opinion." Parin didn't use it very often, but he often did when he was playing for courts. He liked to make sure they were really listening and having a good time.

He wasn't expecting to hear that the king wanted him to stay by his side all night, but Parin wasn't going to complain about that. He nodded his head and smiled wide. What an honor, truly. "Well, musical talents aside, I can act. I can write poetry and stories. I am quite good at persuasion, contrary to what I have shown to you tonight." He joked, "Persuading such a person as yourself does not seem very wise."

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"I am teasing you, it was merely jest. I should not do that though should I? With my brother's fearsome reputation I cannot say such things and not expect you to pale." Alaric sighed but offered a gentle smile as he reached out to gently pat the bard on the shoulder to try and reassure him that he was in no danger. "You will find my court is rather lax so long as they are polite and kind, I will not tolerate rudeness of any kind from my nobles or otherwise." he said with a gesture to the ballroom that held his dancing subjects, all of them clad in the same pristine and perfect white.

"You will have to show me that trick of yours sometime tonight, perhaps I can show you one or two of mine. You are well recommended." Alaric had been more than intrigued by the rumors about the spells the other could weave through music.

"I think that you should be my own personal bard tonight, stay by my side. Entertain me. And perhaps tell me what other services you offer hm? I have only heard of your musical talents."

Hearing the King's statement, Parin was certain all the color drained out of his face, "Ah, what?" He asked, laughing almost awkwardly, "No? Yes? I-I don't know how to answer that question. Was I casual? My apologies, your majesty." Again, he bowed a bit, feeling the embarrassment creeping in. Perhaps he was casual. That would make sense. It wasn't very often he was fraternizing with kings, no matter how hard he tried to get to those places. He was just a lowly bard, anyway. It was pretty rare whenever a king wanted to speak to him, let alone look at him.

Parin stood up straight once again as the man spoke and he nodded his head a few times, "Yes, of course. I would travel as far as possible for such an opportunity of playing for your court." It really was an honor. His eyes widened just a bit at the last comment and Parin smiled, "Yes, well, I do hope it lives up to your expectations, your majesty." His music could enchant anyone who listened to it if he wanted it to, this was true. Perhaps Parin should use that to his advantage today. Just in case.

"Do you need anything of me before I prepare for the performance?" He asked and tucked his hands behind his back. It was doubtful, but he thought he would ask.

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Compliment my muse’s best feature.

Remember: it doesn’t have to be physical

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"I do so love when you torture me. You're never afraid and that is the most appealing thing of all. Would you like to play now? I will let you take your claws upon me if you wish." he purred himself as he leaned in to kiss Jasper just on the corner of his smiling mouth, that grin was a weapon itself and once Alaric was weak to.

"If I am to spend it with you then I insist that it be the most fun afternoon I have had since I saw you last." he said with a laugh as he gave the other a squeeze in his arms, fingers strumming along the cat's sides gently. "What do you say hm? A little bit of fun in my private room?" Alaric had a special chamber, it was a happy accident, the room was cut from the rest of Wonderland's time. Whatever happened in it stayed there, as in- once you left the door you were exactly as you were before you walked in. As if time in the room did not exist. Naturally he had set it up as a den of pleasure for his own amusement.

Jasper gave the pretty man his best smile as he relaxed into his hold. He didn't mind being wrapped up in the arms of such a pretty thing and he allowed his own arms to move around him his hands moving up to play with the others hair. "Of course my lovely king. We're friends and you're my favorite to torture." He wasn't sure that was strictly true but it was true enough.

"I've not been causing any trouble. The only chaos I ever intent to cause is the fun kind. Is it my fault if not everyone shares my sense of humor?" He pouted giving the kind sad eyes as he sighed. "The prettiest kitten you've ever seen surely. No other cat can match my beauty after all. I insist you spend the afternoon with me."

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"Oh is that so?" Alaric asked with a tilt of his head as he smiled "I like your candor. Most men are so worried I'll cut off their heads for upsetting me it's horrid. I like when they are uninhibited. Treat me as they are want to." Alaric stood from his seat and began to circle the other, admiring him without the hinderance of a shirt covering his body, hands moved to explore his chest, and run over the scars on it. "Someone once told me a life well lived was told through scars. I do not know if I believe it but that would mean by life was ill lived at best."

Alaric flicked one of Zeke's nipples. "You are welcome to show me as much or as little wolf as you like. I have decided already that I like you. The favor of a king is all yours Zeke." he said with a little laugh he knew how capricious and haughty he sounded, but he could scarcely help himself.

"What do you want? Would you like to get on all fours for me so I can have you? Or would you rather we simply play for a bit hm? I can work a bit of magic to make sure your pleasure is unending. Would you like that?"

"oh."  well  that  ...  was  quite  clear.  many  words  used,  though  it  came  down  to  the  most  important  bit  rounded  it  all  up.  he  couldn't  miss  his  intentions  now  even  if  he  tried.  zeke  wasn't  sure  how  he  felt  about  it,  mostly  because  hearing  an  alternative  to  sex  was  to  be  fed  expensive  meats,  because  well....  meat  would  always  win.  food  would  always  win.  the  wolf  let  his  eyes  roam  across  the  room  towards  the  other,  avoiding  meeting  his  gaze,  but  ...  not  for  too  long.  he  scratched  behind  one  of  his  ears,  inching  a  little  closer.  "shouldn't  offer  meats  when  you  wanna  fuck,  little  king.  you  should  know  food's  always  gonna  win  with  a  beast  like  me."  he'd  thought  servants  had  been  sent  away  to  protect  them.  apparently  not.  it  was  fine  for  him,  he  wasn't  against  the  idea.

he  couldn't  quite  tell  if  he  ever  had  wine  before,  but  he  eventually  made  his  way  over  to  reach  for  the  additional  glass  to  sip.  definitely  didn't  have  wine  before.  he  didn't  quite  like  the  way  it  made  him  feel,  but  warmth  pooled  in  his  belly  nonetheless.  he  wanted  to  play  him  like  a  ...what?  "you're..  very  direct."  he  wasn't  used  to  that  for  he  wasn't  like  that  at  all  &  most  people  he  met  were..  similar  to  him.  "not  against  it." 

averting  gaze  still,  zeke  set  the  glass  down  &  reached  up  to  undo  the  buttons  on  his  shirt,  tugging  it  over  his  head  together  with  his  undershirt,  revealing  a  chest  that  wasn't  unblemished,  though  for  the  life  the  wolf  led,  it  may  surprise  after  all.  werewolf  healing  was  good,  but  when  it  came  to  silver  ....  wounds  would  still  scar.  for  as  hairy  as  he  seemed  to  be  in  his  other  form,  his  chest  really  was  not.  "thought  you  brought  me  here  to...  i  dunno,  see  my  true  form.  people  tend  to."

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"Ah you do it for the challenge you do it because it brings you the thrill of a sort. You and I are not so dissimilar then. Though I do no hunting I do many things simply because it gives me a thrill." Alaric liked beasts, but in a different fashion than the hunter did, there was something exhilarating about flirting with forces that could end you almost without question. "It's the same thrill I get from discovery, experimentation, creation. It's why I want those monster parts." he said with a little laugh, it was the same reason he was so taken with the hunter in the first place. How easily the king's thin neck could be snapped by him if he wished it.

"White the dress code is white. Simply that. Nothing more, nothing less." he said with an easy little smile, gesturing to his own outfit which was a palette of whites and creams mixed together with silvers and crystal. "What is your favorite thing you have ever hunted? Where was it from and what made it so....enjoyable?"

"Oh I live for them," Crewel's grin only stretched, "the perfect form of trophy that I can showcase wherever I go. A testament to my skills and conquests without having to invite anyone into my home. Did you know this one used to be my father?" That last part he added in so easily, as if it should have been obvious from the get go, and he gave the bottom of the coat a little twirl in flourish. "People don't interest me. Hunting a person is easy. But a beast that runs on instinct, on hunger and survival, that could take one of us out with mere swipe? Those are what I hunt, and what I thrive on snuffing out." If it were possible, his bloodlust could be smelt a mile away.

The White King's invite still lingered in the air and Crewel almost considered there to be a punchline at the end of it, some hidden clause to their future agreement that wasn't yet known. But wasn't this what he'd wanted? An invitation into society, and a royal court no less. Would that mean his brutish tendencies would need to be tuned down? "I have furs for all occasions," he finally broke the silence, "name your dress code and I shall adhere."

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"Oh are we friends now? Here I thought we were just tormentor and tormentee. I thought you lived to bother me." Alaric laughed not that he ever thought of the other as a bother, he was entertained by the handsome feline even at the worst of times. Alaric moved to wrap his arms around the other affectionately. How could he resist that smile. His smirk was so devilish and mischievous. It brought and element of chaos but in the most delightful way.

"What kind of chaos have you been causing hm? And better yet what kind of chaos do you plan to cause here?" he asked with a little smirk tilting his head to the side as he admired the other. "Such a pretty kitty you are."

Jasper found no greater joy than when he was with the residents of Wonderland and causing them trouble. They each brought something to his life that made him endlessly entertained. Alaric was always so prim and proper when speaking but Jasper preferred the darkness that lurked with the other man. A grin came to his lips as he made his way closer to him reaching out to lightly touch his pretty hair with a smirk. "Are you not joyful at the chance to see me? It has been too long after all. I've been off causing trouble for others and allowing you a break is that not kind of me?" He felt he was always close to danger when speaking to the king and that was thrilling more than most things in their land. "I've just come to see how you've been. Can I not visit a friend?"

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"I will happily show you all I can but Wonderland is rife with secrets and magical things that only those who already know them can show you. I would encourage you to meet all my subjects and the other denizens of Wonderland and learn from them as well. Take heed but I can give you some measure of protection." Alaric pulled Moana to his side, a protective arm around the other male. It would never due for him to put his handsome guest in danger, especially when he was so virile and full of life like Moana was. He'd prepare some talismans for the other to take with him if he chose to explore Wonderland on his own.

As they wandered the garden there was no shortage of botanical life on display, "I would love to bring something to your island to please you and your people. Perhaps some Wonderland fruits in exchange for this flower. What is the island like? I would love to bring you something that would thrive there, soil conditions? Weather?"

all moana did was smile gently. describing your realm as mad was something new. but everything here gave that mania feel. everything here was so different, the way people acted, the way people talked, but he didn't want to be rude or say anything that would offend. it would be like if someone judged him for things he did in the island. everyone had their way, and their own traditions. " well, there's definitely a charm to that. " he responded. " i would absolutely love to see more of your realm, see all the magic within it. "

the young chief kept his eyes on the other, watching as alaric looked at the flowers. a smile spreading his lips knowing that the other seemed to appreciate the gift. and when alaric offered something in return, moana shook his head. " no, no, you don't have to give anything in return. truly. if you come to my land, you are more than welcome to bring something if you like. this is for your kindness and hospitality. and to show that you have an ally from the seas. "

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"Offend? Nothing of the sort lovely boy. How could one so sweet offend me?" Alaric laughed and in an easy motion scooped the other up in his arms, he was far stronger than his thin frame would belay and he could carry Breck with ease, he cradled the other against him and continued to squeeze and tease the other's ass.

"I feel like adventure, and meeting new people bring that rose to life. Though to each their own. Perhaps you can tell me more rumors as we walk the forest. I would be happy to carry you." Alaric licked his lips like a hungry wolf himself, he did so enjoy the cute soft young men he met on his journeys to other lands. So handsome, so shy. So...delectable.

"Forgive me, your highness. I did not mean to offend." Breck's gaze didn't leave Alaric's as the two continued to sit at the table. The hold on Breck's hand holding on to the White King's knee grew a little tighter. It soon began to travel up across Alaric's thighs, feeling at the king's soft silks. Breck's fingers mirroring the king's own, traveling up as Alaric's fingers traveled down. Once he felt the king's hand grope at his ass, the young shepherd squeezed Alaric's thigh in return. He didn't want to offend after all.

"I've learned the hard what can happen if a rumor takes a life of its own." Breck couldn't help but chuckle softly at the squeeze, at the hidden reassurance to the young shepherd. In hopes to reassure the handsome king as well, Breck held Alaric's leg closer to himself, nearly moving the chair closer to the shepherd. "Although, some rumors..." He gives another squeeze to Alaric's inner thigh. "Help give life a little.. rise."

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"Are you a collector of furs? Only beast or do you have a throne of scalps for those who crossed you? A cape of beards? Something befitting being called a barbarian. I mean if you are getting the title you might as well live up to it." he said with a little laugh as he relaxed into the strong man, Alaric's fear of death for himself was nearly non-existent. "I only want the scary bits of monsters myself. Claws, teeth, limbs. Oh any glands that might produce poison. Wings. You know the bits I would need for building. Perhaps I can make a quarry to entertain you."

"Capable people always have a place in my court, especially one who strives for such excellence as yourself. Of course there is a dress code but with all your furs I think you would be fine." Alaric said with a playfully laugh, his dress code was simply a majority of ones outfit being white. It made the place look clean.

"Excellent, darling," Crewel grinned triumphantly. Despite no beast having been slayed on this day, the knowledge that he was going to be handsomely rewarded for something he loved to do, and did so well only made the deal sweeter. "I cannot promise no meaty pulp, but, I shall try my best. My only condition-" he looked down at himself, giving his coat a playful twirl, "-if it has it, the fur is mine."

Crewel's head tilted to the side as he listened to the White King, stained hair falling slightly over his face, and he hummed. "Interesting eh?" He wasn't sure he'd been called interesting before, but he liked it, and was happy to indulge that interest, stepping closer as the King approached and letting an arm wrap over his shoulder, fingers coming up to trace along the King's neck. "You would want me in your court?" The question was unexpected, and Crewel for the first time in a long time was truly taken aback.

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"Alive? No hardly. Dead would be just fine. I only need the parts. Just make sure they are harvestable. No charred corpses, no meaty pulp please." Alaric smiled he hardly every needed any beast alive, and if he did they weren't alive long in his care unless he was meaning to keep them as a pet. Though one could argue they lived on in his experiments.

"I find dangerous things, dangerous men, and the things they can do to be greatly interesting. I would love to feel your hands around my throat but that is only because you most toothsome." Alaric gave the other a soft little bow as he hopped down from where he stood so he could get closer to the hunter. "You are welcome in my court and you will be treated with honor and privilege. If your offerings please me I would not be against granting you title and land in my White Kingdom."

Crewel smiled. This is why these gatherings were important; there was always someone willing to hire his services. Each commission only built his reputation higher, grew the legend of the Devil Man, provided his village with further funds and most importantly provided new trophies for his collection. "No preference on beast?" He shrugged, "very well. I assume you don't need whatever I bring to you alive, do you?" That threw an unnecessary complication into things.

Civil. Crewel held his tongue for a moment, simply nodding. "It is uh...something I have tried incredibly hard to achieve. My reputation paints me as a barbarian, and don't get me wrong, I am. I could rip you into pieces where you stand, before you'd even know it, fashion your spine into something functional. But I wish to be-" approachable wasn't the word. Classy? Sophisticated? Accepted? Bleh, no, nothing as simple as that. "I've worked hard to earn my status. The least the world owes me is the chance to mingle with those whose Kingdoms I keep safe."

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Another ball, another distraction for his people from problems he had yet to solve in their kingdom, as they danced the night away and feasted on an endless banquet, a special chemical was being added to the wells of the towns around his palace, a special drug that would make them content, agreeable, and calm. Why should they live with strife when he could give them bliss? In any effort he spared no expense in making sure this was a night of endless fun and merriment. There were jesters for the kids, special liquor and hookah for those old enough to partake. And music. Decadent and endless music from all over the realms.

He had musical acts brought in from all over the realms, one of these had arrived with gift in hand it seemed. Alaric smiled as the bard came close "Are you always so casual with foreign kings? Thank you for the lovely present though." Alaric laughed softly as he took the plant from the bard's hands and smelled the ginger plant trying to discern what it was for a moment. "Thank you for coming such a long way to see me and my court, I look forward hearing you song. I hear it is...enchanting."

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It was certainly an honor for Parin to be invited to play at such an event. Word of his talent and songs must have carried far enough for the White King himself to want to have him play for him and his party. Parin made sure to get himself a nice, new outfit that would surely impress the king. Parin wouldn't call himself stylish, but he at least knew what would flatter him and looked good. He had on a blue corset vest on with a white undershirt on and a nice, form fitting pair of trousers. On his back, he carried his lute and in his hands was his pipe, along with a nice, healthy ginger plant with him to gift the king.

Stepping inside the castle and finding his way towards the party room, Parin looked around the crowd for a few moments until he finally caught sight of the king. People had their opinions of Alaric, but Parin liked to shape his own opinion of someone. Taking a small breath, the bard crossed the room and approached the blond man with a bow, "White King Alaric, hello. I am Parin Joshi. You hired me tonight." He began, figuring he could start with that, "It is an honor to be here." Parin smiled, offering the plant out towards the man, "I brought you this as thanks. Hopefully you can get some use out of it." He chuckled.