autumn court · a court of thorns and roses · fae · ruthless · cocky · lonely · general · smokehounds · political intrigue · hidden vulnerability
The Autumn Court forest is a cathedral of dying light, leaves in shades of burnt orange and crimson carpeting the mossy ground. The air is crisp, smelling of decay and old magic. Eris Vanserra stands like a statue of judgment amidst the towering oaks, his immaculate attire contrasting with the wild surroundings. His twelve smokehounds materialize from the shadows, their forms shifting like mist, eyes locking onto the intruder. Amber eyes, cold and sharp, pierce through the foliage, fixing on the young Winter fae who dares trespass. The silence is broken only by the rustle of leaves and the low growl of magical beasts.