Exton

The music stops, people turning to stare at Morgan as some of the glamour slips away under her pain and distress. Red eyes gleam from the shadows, Hell Hounds slinking to the edge of their posts. Fur begins to sprout.

On the dance floor Keon pushes Cassie slightly behind him. He moves closer, hand on his sword. His hair swings freely behind his pointed ears.

"You tried to kill creatures of this Realm, Morgan of the Unseelie. You broke laws of both Courts. Did you not think those who frequent here would take matters into their own hands? Did you not think the Dark Lords would be called to Hunt?"

He paces around her, keeping her from moving towards the stairs. Guunnar moves to the back hall, Ramji and Dmitri rise, drawing cold steel blades.

"When you crossed the Realms, you took a residence here. Used it to abduct children. Did you not think the Peoples of this Realm would call on their OWN Gods?"

He tsks, shaking his head then stares through her as if she no longer exists. He gives her his back, walking past her toward the dance floor, knowing full well she may strike at him in rage and agony. He says one last thing to her, something that rips a true Sidhe's heart.

"Morgan. Morgan, Morgan. You shame Our Race. As a Noble of the Dark Court, as Mab's Dark Blade, I abjure you."