Knights of the Seelie Court: Drost
Next in our roster of Knights of the Seelie Court is Sir Drost, the foxblood pùca. His reconnaissance was instrumental in turning the tide of battle during the War of Blood and Shadow. He’s a quiet sort, and enjoys a good bit of pipe tobacco.
Drost and his story belong to Studio Nascosto and me
Drost and his story belong to Studio Nascosto and me
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Male
Size 394 x 1280px
File Size 88.2 kB
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He's new. What are his regular duties, that we haven't seen him before?
He’s responsible for stealthy missions across Unseelie lines. He doesn’t like to draw attention to himself outside of his profession, either. That’s probably why you haven’t crossed paths yet ^^
Hmm. You’re actually the second foxblood pùca I’ve met. You wouldn’t happen to know Lorna, would you?
Drost: *looks up curiously from mending a rip in his tunic* Oh. Lorna? She was my grandfather’s apprentice. We know each other in passing. Can’t say I know you, though. Are you new to the Seelie Court?
*Sits calmly*
Oh, I've visited the Seelie Court once or twice. I met Lorna during some festival, can't quite remember the name, but there were humans who didn't remain so for very long.
Oh, I've visited the Seelie Court once or twice. I met Lorna during some festival, can't quite remember the name, but there were humans who didn't remain so for very long.
Drost: *chuckles* Ah, Foghair. The most transformative time of the year. Did you enjoy yourself?
To a degree, though *ears droop slightly* being raised by humans I can’t say I could enjoy things as throughly as some of the revelers.
Do you get to go often, or do your duties keep you away?
Do you get to go often, or do your duties keep you away?
Drost: I used to find more joy in it. *he finishes the stitch and bites the thread to cut it* But if you spend enough time in the Unseelie lands and see the terrible things they do to humans, you lose your taste for watching the spectacles. I sneak some food and a couple bottles of ale and go home.
Yes. I’ve heard some horror stories of our own forests as well.
Can I ask what happened to your tunic?
Can I ask what happened to your tunic?
Drost: *glances down at the uneven stitch with a small grimace* A dullahan managed to catch me with his whip. For not having a head they have pretty deadly aim.
Drost: *ears swinging backward* Good. Pray you never do. There are only a handful of Unseelie wretches more deadly.
I believe humans have a tale of a dullahan… Drowsy Hollow, or some such thing? Give the headless horseman a whip made from a human spine, a decaying all-seeing head in place of the pumpkin, and the ability to tear a soul from its body just by speaking its name, and you have a dullahan. The Unseelie territories are rife with them.
I believe humans have a tale of a dullahan… Drowsy Hollow, or some such thing? Give the headless horseman a whip made from a human spine, a decaying all-seeing head in place of the pumpkin, and the ability to tear a soul from its body just by speaking its name, and you have a dullahan. The Unseelie territories are rife with them.
*shudders and shakes head*
I’m sorry you even had to see something like that.
I’m sorry you even had to see something like that.
Drost: I appreciate the sentiment, but it is my duty to fight off monsters. *smiles mirthlessly* Maybe it’s a mercy that they’re so ugly. It’s a reminder of how twisted they are on the inside.
True. I've heard some of the most dangerous monsters can be beautiful.
Drost: *nodding slowly* They are at that. Those are the ones you can lose your heart to. Best to keep it hidden away until you are certain that you are among friends.
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