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[white-king-alaric]

"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."

[white-king-alaric]

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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Location: White King's Castle

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.

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"Mmm I want to find the depths of the pleasures that can be granted by this new form of yours. Whether you intended it or not, you did build a fetching one. Your stop gap is the first part of being a dangerous predator to humans, beautiful." Alaric let out that soft needy little moan of pleasure as his hand moved through Jeb's hair to the back of his head, staring down at him as those normally clear silvery blue eyes clouded with want. Lust indeed.

"There is more than just my blood you can taste you know. If you desire it." he said with a little smile as his hard cock spring free from his pants as the mist pulled them down, tall and grand as a king should be. "Please allow me the pleasure of your new form."

"Oh, we are familiar with human vices... But never have we experienced it ourselves." Jeb admits as they explore the newly found fascination with the human body. Lust is a common desire humans possess and for some reason, it is labelled as a sin. Why chastise it when it is only natural for animals to reproduce and copulate? Though they suppose they can't impregnate Alaric or vice versa... Or could they? Perhaps with the White King's blood in their system, they could do something like they did with the severed hand.

They send the mist down below the belt, slowly engulfing Alaric and gently caressing the thighs. "Sated. We somehow doubt that you ever will be." Jeb grins against the soft skin before breathing deep of that sweet, sweet scent. Jabberwocky is a mirror, and they learn from the beholder and right now, Alaric wants pleasure. Release. Satisfaction. They move as their instincts guide them, and they crawl down. The mist tendrils pull down the pants, and Jeb looks up from the waist. "Is this what you want, Your Majesty?"

[white-king-alaric]

"Such a spoil sport, I will find the blend on my own one day you know. But let me send you home with some things I have been experimenting with. A really nice mellow high from the poison of some fish from Atlantica. The magic of that Christmas world as well." he said with a hum and a little sigh as his reading came to fruition, it told him nothing he needed to know and things he already knew.

"Everything is my fault Jules. I am a king, it's easy for everything to be your fault when you make all the choices." Alaric sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do not suppose it tells you which of my regrets it is? Is it that I did not take that cute puppet boy with me after I fucked him? He was so very pretty. I do regret not making him live here with me."

Jules lays the three chosen cards out.

"Only once, and that was for our dear hero."

They flip the first card. The King of Swords. Makes sense. This is a regular card for Alaric. Disciplined, mindful, cutting.

"Been experimenting with poppies from Oz lately," they answer as they flip the next card.

The Five of Swords, reversed. A lingering resentment? Interesting.

"Otherwise, it's my same special blend. And the answer is still no, I can't share it with you." They'd made that promise to Jebidiah quite strongly.

The last card, Judgement. Reflection and reckoning.

Jules looks up. "You're lost, Your Majesty. Something is holding you back. Something that is your fault."

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[white-king-alaric]

"Well for one thing you could ravish my body again." Alaric said with a little laugh as he leaned forward and kissed over Robin's chest and shoulders, moving his lips along the natural flow of his body, over his biceps and down his arm till he hand his hand in his own kissing each of his finger tips one at a time. Kitten licks playful and sweet.

"Was I not fun enough before? You want to leave my side so easily?" The White King was easy with his affections it was true, but what he liked, he liked a lot and would dote on endlessly. "Do you want something in return for your company? I am not adverse to giving you gifts."

It was interesting, really, to see the vast magnitude of people in the world. Or, well, worlds. It was also interesting to see that some things transcended the realms, things like greed and favoritism running rampant. The rich got richer and the poor were left to fend for themselves - just like always. With a drive to help the poor, Robin had accepted the various invitations to the parties thrown by the various elite of the realms - with the sole intention of gaining information on how to plan a route to steal from them.

But that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun, either.

That was how he had found himself falling into bed with the White King of Wonderland. It had really, truly been a reconnaissance mission and yet he found himself enjoying the way that the man with the white-blond mane of hair felt underneath him, the warmth of his body against his own in the cold of the night. But he was, after all, still someone that profited by his privilege and Robin knew that he'd eventually be a target.

Especially with the way that he spoke of the elves.

But could he let him know about his plan? No. Robin was cunning, he was smart, so he knew that he would have to keep the other from realizing what his overall plan had been.

"You do drive a hard bargain," the thief spoke as he moved to sit upright, sweat still coating his body. "But what do you suggest I do if I allow you to stay and rest?"

[white-king-alaric]

"I am a connoisseur of botany. Particularly roses." he said with a little smile as he claps delighted at the bow the other gave, all of it was so dramatic and fun. He admired flare and those who stuck to an aesthetic. "You know who I am, I should be flattered. I think I am flattered." he said with a little smile and a tilt of his head happily. "Your shop is wonderful and I am honored such a place revealed itself to me."

"So you do have one. I plan to cultivate it. I have no shortage of corpses, and I would love to see all the fun things I could actually do with it. What makes it so dangerous? I have only heard stories." In all reality he had his own breed of rose that fed on blood. What could he do if he were to combine it with rare plants from other worlds? He wanted to make a monster after all.

Vincent's smooth, melodic voice drips with a kind of charm that could sway even the most guarded hearts. "A plant collector, gracin’ my humble little corner of the world? You give me a little more than just someone who likes flowers... king.” He gives a theatrical bow, the edges of his blazer flicking in the movement. "It’s a pleasure to have someone of your stature in my shop.” He paused, eyes flicking over Alaric with a look that suggests he can see far more than what is immediately apparent.

The mention of the corpse rose catches his ear, and a sly grin curves his lips, decorating his handsome features. “Ah, the corpse rose, huh? A rare one, that. Deadly too, I hear. I might have it, for a price of course. What do you intend to use it for?"

[white-king-alaric]

Alaric carried himself in the regal manner of one befitting his place in Wonderland, a King, his chin up his movements fluid and elegant. The very picture of grace, clad in simple white attire, what he preferred when travelling alone through the realms. His curiosity led him to follow myth, rumor, and legend all around the multiverse, and today it found him in a place that was whispered about. His eyes drank in the bounty of the shop, beautiful and powerful, terrifying, and magnificent.

Alaric gave a nod of his head when he was greeted by the other. "How kind of you. I am not sure what you can do for me...I am looking for something called a corpse rose, I would be happy to have any other sort of rare plant you have. I am a a collector of plants and of roses."

Alaric's silvery eyes flashed with amusement. "The magic in this place is interesting, nothing like I have ever felt in Wonderland before."

open starter

time: nighttime, the stars are out. place: dr. facilier's voodoo emporium

The emporium is a place that seems to exist in a world of its own—a curious, shadowy establishment nestled deep in the heart of the bayou’s more forgotten corners. The shelves themselves are crowded with all sorts of peculiarities: vials filled with strange liquids, powdery substances in tiny jars, and bones wrapped in velvet. While the entire place seems to be filled with enigmatic pieces that can be off-putting to some, inviting to others, the most compelling feature of the Emporium is the feeling that the walls themselves are watching.

It’s a place where the line between the physical and the spiritual is blurred, where the boundaries of time and space are thin and malleable. There’s always a faint murmur—voices, perhaps, or the faint beat of drums—lingering in the background, as though the very air itself is charged with magic and whispers from the Other Side.

Vince, however, steps from behind the counter and greets his newcomer as casually as an associate would greet a guest at Forever 21. “Welcome to the Voodoo Emporium. what can I do for ya?” He purrs, his deep New Orleans accent coloring his words.

[white-king-alaric]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

“ i  wanna  be  on  top  this  time. “

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Luke Eisner

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Alaric laughed that bright clear laugh, like a bell being run in winter air, so sharp and crystalline. "What do I want from you Zeke? I want you. You are beyond handsome. You are dangerous and alluring, I want to have sex with you Zeke I thought I was quite clear with that, I invited you to my chambers, I sent my servants away. I want to partake in you. However you wish to give it to me. Unless you don't in which case. I will be very sad but I will sit here and drink and offer you rare meats from my homeland." he said with a sigh, spreading his legs as he raked his eyes over the other. He would be content to simply hold the wolf close to him and scratch behind his ears some more. Listen to his stories about how he devoured people.

The blond man reached for a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, and one for his guest, an offer if he wanted to take it. The wine was distilled from white strawberries, flavored with a tinge of sadness and a splash of pure joy. It tasted like a melancholic memory, something so sweet it was sad because the moment was gone. "I am not a tyrant. Though king I may be, I want you to get something out of all this Zeke. If you do not find me as desirable as I find you then that is just a sad fact I will have to accept. Though I very much would like to strum you like a lute and show you the depths of Wonderlandian pleasure. I am well endowed for a man my size, and my tongue is skilled as well." In not so many words, he wanted to fuck the other. Badly.

"i  dunno  if  that's  the  same.  they  know  what  to  expect  with  you,  know  to  look  for  signs  or  whatever."  he  didn't  know  how  it  worked,  but  he  assumed  the  king's  servants  had  a  knack  for  reading  him,  be  it  through  training  or  ...  being  raised  like  this.  heck  if  he  knew.  he  didn't  care  how  it  worked,  he  just  knew  that  it  did,  for  them.  clearly.  "yeah,  no  doubt  you  would.  plenty  of  people  across  the  realms.  and  those  who  aren't  people."  though  he  liked  to  include  everybody  in  this,  humans  &  those  who  weren't.  zeke  himself  found  he  enjoyed  quite  a  few  things  others  would  never,  so  he  didn't  dare  judge  another  person's  preferences.  well,  he  judged  nonetheless,  but  he  didn't  voice  it.  he  wasn't  sure  why  this  man  seemed  so  enamored  with  him,  but  part  of  him  assumed  that  it  was  something  similar.  less  about  bodily  fluids  &  more  so  what  zeke  was.

the  talk  about  other  beasts  confirmed  his  suspicions.  some  were  adamanet  to  keep  their  distance  to  the  beasts  of  the  their  lands  &  then  clearly  there  were  some  who  preferred  them.  zeke  didn't  mind  per  se.  "good,  cause  i  tend  to  ignore  whistles."  condescending,  the  whole  lot  of  them  who  thought  he  was  a  dog  that  could  be  called  over  whenever  they  pleased.  he  was  much  more  than  that.  part  of  him  wondered  if  following  a  king  who  made  no  secret  of  his  fascination  for  monsters  was  smart.  he  could  end  up  being  trapped  for  all  he  knew,  but  there  was  something  calming  about  all  this.  to  find  himself  wanted  for  once,  not  feared  or  rejected...  did  something  to  him.  something  he  couldn't  quite  explain.  "sometimes.  sometimes  i  share  my  curse,  sometimes  i  eat  them.  some  get  to  leave.  i  prefer  snacking  on  people  from  the  village,  keeps  the  stories  going  and  people  out  of  my  woods."  though  he'd  been  rather  tame  since  the  king  pardoned  him  &  he  befriended  the  prince.

he  didn't  often  do  this,  whatever  it  was,  so  once  inside  the  man's  rooms,  he  let  his  eyes  roam  at  first  -  staying  close  to  the  door  just  in  case  as  he  watched  him  undress.  "what  exactly  do  you  want  from  me?"  did  he  just  want  to  see  the  beast  inside?  he  could  fit  inside  the  room  -  if  that  was  what  the  other  desired  to  see.  or  did  he  want  to  play  with  fire?  zeke  could  play  with  him  a  little.

[white-king-alaric]

"Mister Crewel. It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of such a renowned and skilled hunter. A hunter is what I need and I would happily pay commission on any bounty you could bring me. I am not picky about when I like. Dangerous things. Poisonous things. Scary things. Whatever you bring me I will pay you it's weight in platinum." he said with an easy smile, coffers were fat and Alaric's curiosity was unstable as it was. If this man could hunt through the realms and bring him new and dangerous things. Why not employ him?

"I always thought a hunter such as yourself would be much less fine of face and rougher in manners than you are. I am pleased you are so..." desirable? That but he wouldn't say that. "Civil."

Crewel's brows furrowed tightly at the word experimentizier. That didn't sound right, but he didn't understand why. Experiment-something, or not, this person seemed in need of Crewel's services, and he wasn't about to deny them. "I have no claws that catch or teeth than gnash on me at present Darling," he gave a loose shrug, "but, I can acquire them rather easily." No beast was too much for Crewel to take down, no were-creature big enough or bad enough to avoid getting skinned. His eyes widened a little, both in shock and in admiration. "King?" He straightened up, and nodded his head respectfully. A king was the perfect person to get in the good graces of. "The pleasure is mine, Darling. You may know me as the Devil Man, but you may call me Crewel."

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"Cultural difference. I like it." Alaric said brightly as he moved to hug the other like one would a beloved pet, gently going back to stroking his scalp as he stared out the window. "I think more people would make good kings than they think. It is difficult yet to know your choices affect so many but it is just a matter of confidence and surrounding yourself with the right people. You do not have to be an expert at everything, just know where to find them when you need them."

Martin was too good, too sweet. Too earnest for Wonderlandian politics. Perhaps any politics. Being a good liar came with the territory. Though Alaric preferred to be honest, but deceptively honest. "I think it is simply custom here to give gifts not particularly for any one person. So please take my gift." he said with a smile already knowing just what he would give the other from the pile of things he had brought from Wonderland. "Martin of the Jungle." he said softly as the vehicle came to a halt and Alaric got out holding hid hand to the other to help him out as well. "I am pleased you will be my date to this fabulous party."

Martin blinks, surprised by the way Alaric takes it. In the Jungle, people argue, bicker and fight... not just with words, because your action speaks louder than your words. Considering this as an exchange of wit is definitely foreign to the jaguar. If this was with Khan, they would be yelling and growling and throwing punches soon. "Let's call it a cultural difference then? And uh, I doubt I'd make a good king when I don't necessarily like or wanna be a king." The raja... the old king kept him in chains and cages, raised him as a pet and controlled every aspect of his life. He doesn't want to go back to that, nor does he want to put that on someone else.

It takes him a few seconds to get what Alaric was saying. Too many repeated words and, well, Martin is not exactly the smartest guy. He is just good at what he does... "Yeah, well, I'm a terrible liar and I just like being honest." He shrugs. This time he doesn't pull away from Alaric; he just notes that the king of the foreign land is friendly. "If gifts were for you, it'd be rude of me to take them... but uh, if you insist. We'll just... do things your way." He will have to find a way to pay it back, though he can't hardly think of any way. Inviting Alaric over to the Jungle seems... well, who knows. Maybe the guy likes traveling?

[white-king-alaric]

"So greedy. Devouring. All consuming. Greed is a delicious flavor in itself. Most vices are. Though as for my soul." Alaric's eyes glinted in the light, steely and metallic like metal, more silver than blue in his amusement. Did he have a soul? Was a soul necessary at all? And even if he had one, was it worth bartering away for his amusement. Perhaps he would have to experiment with others to see if there was something determinably like a soul to barter away. He'd certain be tempted to give it to Jeb if he had one.

Before he was aware of what was happening he was on the bed, splayed out under the other, his shirts open and that mouth on his skin, the delightful sting of the bite against his shoulder. He rolled his hips up into the other, creating a delightful amount of friction between them. The mist had it's own feeling to it. The king let out a soft little noise of pleasure from it all. "Perhaps when my curiosity if finally sated I will join you and let you wear my face as part of your menagerie." Without hesitation Alaric wrapped arms around the other as that hot tongue moved against his skin. He was sure the smell of desires was rolling off his in waves at this point. Lust. Another delightful flavor.

"You are radiant alright... But we see what you are. Like a fairy fire." They can smell the cruel curiosity and ruthless authority, the malice off of the White King. And it is delicious. Like a shark smelling the blood in the water, Jabberwocky is drawn to him... No, they don't even need such metaphor. The denizens of the mist tasted the king's white blood and they crave more. "We desire you. Your blood. Your flesh. Your soul... We want to claim you as our own. If your brother has you, then... we want to steal you." Their tone turns darker, more possessive and greedy.

Jeb reaches up to Alaric's collars and tears open the shirts, causing buttons to fly out. The mist spills out of their form, snaking around the White King and exploring the human body. A gentle vibration can be felt in the air as Jabberwocky purrs. "Yes... You are a beautiful specimen... we want to stuff you and keep you on our shelves. Pin on a frame you like a pretty butterfly." They say before picking up Alaric and bring him to the bed. Laying him gently there, Jeb lowers their head and bites into their shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark. And then their tongue traces the skin, tasting the man beneath them.

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"Moana. Dear sweet handsome boy. Many things here are what you would call mania in other places. Madness abounds and we all revel in it. Think of your most wild dreams, and here they are born and die. Word play is our reality you know. You will find no world more confusing, magnificent, or mad than Wonderland. Even my kingdom is not immune to the natural charms." Alaric loved Wonderland more than he could express he loved it, deeply. Fanatically. Obsessively. It ran to his core and it made him the monster he was behind closed doors. Alaric gathered up Moana's hands in his own and kissed the back of them gently. "I would love to let you see all the beautiful things this realm has to offer you. Magic and all."

Alaric's silvery eyes got wide with curiosity as he was handed the plumeria. He took it gingerly his touch tender and soft like a the trained and expert botanist he was. Smelling the blossom and committing the cent to memory. He would make sure he cultivated a flower like this. Though perhaps in....white. Pink was fine but it was not his favorite color.

"Wonderland is rife with medicine, tea, and magical weapons. I am sure we could give you something in return for such a beautiful gift. What does your handsome heart desire Moana? King to King."

moana gave alaric a soft smile when he mentioned how he grew them. wasn't exactly sure what he meant by all of it, but it all still looked like hard work. and from the looks of it, a lot of love. that was admirable. moana could see from the way the other talked about it, that he loved his garden. " they look wonderful. i've never seen so many roses, and these look so beautiful. " at the mention of the hedges and sculptures changing, eyes widened. " wait really? they can do that on their own. how peculiar. i've never heard anything like that. no wonder this place is called wonderland. " moana chuckled.

" mad? oh, well–– i'm assuming that's a good thing here? " he giggled. " well, perhaps you can keep me safe around these parts, i don't want to get in anyone's bad side. especially in a place i'm not familiar with. " moana smiled at the idea that alaric came up with. offering gifts and such. he then opened his bag and grabbed a few of his favorite flower. " that sounds lovely. i myself brought some offerings. flowers from my island. pink plumeria's, they're my favorite. " moana handed the flowers to alaric. " they normally grow in tropical areas. and i'm always here for peace and alliance amongst realms. "

[white-king-alaric]

"Right. Wonderland's benefit." Alaric offered that perfect fake smile. His own benefit, his own amusement under the guise of the benefit of Wonderland. Luckily most things had worked out in his favor so far. This new world of travelers and realms.

"That is fair, but in the interest of the argument have you ever seen that happen before?" he wondered aloud as he thought about his question. Would the Vorpal Blade make it's way back into Wonderland anytime soon.

"What are you smoking these days Jules? I am certain I have something interesting if you were looking for something different."

"No, no. No concerns like that. I've seen that even if the travelers hurt us, everything will ultimately be for Wonderland's benefit."

Jules takes their chosen cards and gathers the rest.

"And the fates are hardly ever immutable. It would take much to draw the same cards over and over."

They place the chosen cards face down between them.

"Now hold your question in your mind," Jules instructs.

[white-king-alaric]

"I find you can create your own interest if you try hard enough. Though I prefer to poke and prod with rumor and secrets plied in the right ears. A slip of something fun in the punch. You know. Normal court intrigues." Alaric laughed his eyes alight with interest in the other the way he moved, so darkly handsome with the aura of power about him. Even a king could be drawn to those greater than himself. "White King Alaric Blanc of Wonderland. A pleasure to meet you."

Eris had found the event boring and wanted to spice some things up. The glowing black magic at his fingertips was working to do some magic. But before he could unleash some chaotic beast, he was stopped by a voice asking him to dance. "Dance? Please. Give me something to relieve my misery because this place is becoming boring." His body moves swiftly due to his powers. "Although, who might it be that I am dancing with?"