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Jen'jidai gave a deep sigh as she stood on the border of Unseelie territory. She wasn't fond of being here again. It wasn't that she had anything against the Fae exactly. She didn't trust them. Then again, she didn't trust anyone except King. No everyone was the same, not everyone was out to get her, but she had learned over the years to trust no one but yourself. Her fingers gripped tight to the strap of her backpack, nearly turning white with the force of it. With a deep inhale of breath, she stepped over that last inch that separated the Human world from theirs and as she did, she felt a tingle shoot down her spine. It made her stand straighter and it was as if a switch had been thrown on her powers. Everything that seemed to have gone haywire since the night of the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Fa-black-dahlia-christmas-open-to-everyone.13571%2F&amp;hash=3d1d1f30ab9175554ada7f0da27ecc83" href="https://www.blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/a-black-dahlia-christmas-open-to-everyone.13571/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Christmas party</a> just suddenly stopped, returning back to normal. Perhaps it had something to do with the Courts. Either way, she was here for those answers.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">Jen'jidai</span>." A familiar purring voice called to her through the heavily wooded streets that were lit by the violet flames of black wrought iron street lamps. <br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">Ki'lur</span>." She responded in greeting, nodding her head faintly. She watched as the Dark Fae let his gaze roam over her from head to toe. Black leggings were tucked onto black leather boots criss-crossed with straps that held tiny little vials that were filled with various potions. Her torso was hidden beneath a knee-length black coat that had a large, comfortable hood pulled up over her head, shrouding her features in shadow. <br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">She's been expecting you</span>." He stated, waving in front of him with a graceful sweep of his large hand. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">There is much for the three of you to discuss. We know who your companion is and he is most welcome within our halls</span>."<br/>
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Jen quirked a brow at this, but remained silent as she stepped in front of him to lead the way towards Queen Mab's Court. Black and grey marbled structures rose from the darkened earth to greet the vivid purple skies. The banners of each House hung proudly from poles in front of their respected homes, swaying lightly with the faint breeze that kissed them. Though they walked in silence, she found the fingers of her left hand fidgeting nervously. She was unsure why she was anxious. This wasn't like her at all. She was normally always so confident, so sure. But the night had been proving to be difficult to keep her anxiety at bay.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">You're going through a Withdrawal</span>." Ki'lur stated, suddenly breaking the oppressive silence. <br/>
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She nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, her brow frowning slightly at his words. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">I'm sorry, what</span>?"<br/>
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He chuckled faintly and it sent another shiver down her spine. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">The Unseelie half of your abilities, Jen. They are seeking out a potential partner to feed from. You haven't sedated it's Hunger in a long time so it is now seeking it's own prey</span>."<br/>
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Great. Just what she didn't need right now, Fae men banging down her door in the middle of the night. She reached up and ran the palm of her hand over her face.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">Not why I'm here, Ki'lur</span>."<br/>
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He smiled faintly, a twisting of a single corner of his sinful mouth. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 102, 102)">No, perhaps not but your powers are running on reserve. If you do not feed them properly, they will gain the upper hand</span>."</span>