A MEETING OF QUEENS || FREYA ERIKSON

[CHIYOKO SHIMIZU]

+Let not thy will roar+

+when thy power can but whisper+

The sun rose high, and she rose with it. The Kitsune Empress stretched as the sun fell across her form, slipping through the sheer curtain surrounding her bed. The plush, silk covered mattress moved with her as she moved, the thin silk sheets gently draped across her form were slid off her as she came out from the bed's confinement. Her long dark tresses fell about her face and she sighed as she stared off into the distance at the desert landscape just beyond her home's domain. Oh how she loathed the sight of it; nothing could ever compare to the wilderness of Japan or the extensive maze of lovely houses beyond castle walls.

"Annalise.." she softly called out, standing up to approach the window. As if on que, a light haired young lady entered, draped in the same finery expected of a chinese empress' attendant. "Yes, mam?" The kitsune paused and turned from the window to look at the girl. "What have I told you to call me?" The attendant fumbled for a moment and gave a bow as she revised her words. "I am sorry, milady Chiyoko." The empress nodded and motioned for the girl to rise. "I need to get dressed.." Annalise moved towards a flower carved wardrobe, opening it up and pausing to look back to Chiyoko. The kitsune looked back towards the window and pointed towards a much more intricate wardrobe, white with phoenixes across the front. "I will be making a visit today. Some of my finer silks will be appropriate."

The girl closed the first wardrobe and moved to the white one, opening it and revealing a white and red outfit, laced with gold, both of dyed thread and of true gold thread. Thus the process began, layering the elaborate dress about her form, then moving on to her hair and makeup. Annalise had been well trained in how to arrange the empress' hair, from the simple to the extravagant, this time being the latter. Makeup quite possibly took the longest, going around the hair and taking care to keep off her dress, the last details being her lips and a delicate, flower-like marking upon her forehead. Finally, she stood up, her outfit falling about her as she straightened and admired herself in the floor-length mirror with a small smile upon her lips. "Excellent job, Annalise. Go and tell the others to prepare, then do as you please for the day.. Just return at precisely nine tonight." The girl bowed, smiling and turning to almost run out the door.

Chiyoko sighed as she watched the girl leave, reaching up to touch the window frame as she looked down upon her property. Despite her best efforts, nothing would ever be the same.. Nothing would ever be as it once was, 'modernization' had ruined everything. She was now a relic of the past, a creature that was left behind as the world moved forward. Her face turned very still and emotionless, like she had suddenly become a piece of marble, and with that set in place, she moved through her rooms and out into the hallway. The sounds of furniture being arranged and the smell of freshly cooked meats filled her nose.. Especially, lamb. Ah, such a tender meat if cooked correctly, and doused with the correct amount of spices. Lastly was the smell of tea being brewed, something that brought a smile to her lips.

As she descended the stairs, she paused to stare down at how her driver and attendants were dressed. All in fine oriental style clothing, and all a wiccan or creature of some sort, ready to fight if needed. However, she worried not about fighting, she was not in this dress for a war. "Did you get the package?" The driver nodded and one of the attendants offered it to Chiyoko. The kitsune smiled and took it, opening the box to look upon the folded, silk and fur cloak within, admiring its golden clasps. A good present as ever, and she handed it back to the attendant. "And my blade?" This was also handed to Chiyoko, a sheathed katana, handle and sheath tarnished with the signs of use and age. A weapon that had severed many a head from shoulders.. A intricately spelled, silver coated blade. This she tucked within her robes, fastening it underneath where it would be ready.

As she slipped out the doors, she entered into a elegant limousine, a small car just behind it. The attendants followed her into the car, and after they all loaded up, they left her elegant mansion towards the desert. A old road led them through the barren deserts of Nevada and after about an two hours of travel, they reached an old farm home, long forgotten by human eyes and only recently found by that of a fox and a wolf. Once they reached the area, Chiyoko remained inside the limo, watching as her attendants darting in and out of the place with many different items, food mostly, but other things to make the dilapidated place more.. Homely.

Once they finished and the driver opened her door, the kitsune exited with poise and grace, quick to get inside of the home. There sat a small table, two chairs, and a variety of food and drink upon the table. As soon as Chiyoko gave the place an approving once over, she shut the door behind her. The kitsune watched through the window as her attendants and drivers left, making her completely alone in the desert. Exactly as was intended to be. Whilst waiting, the empress would pour herself a cup of tea and look over the other drinks with distaste.. Mead was it called? Bah, alcohol was alcohol in her mind. At least there was tea and clean water to choose from.

Empress Shunlie stood facing the door, tea cup in hand as she sipped away, awaiting her 'guest'... And watching the time. This kitsune never liked to be late and never approved of being late, much less others doing so. Especially if she was the one to have arranged and prepared for this little 'gathering'. It would be inexcusable and dishonorable..



words: 1042
tag: FREYA ERIKSON
muse: eidola - epica
notes: the empress awaits

[FREYA ERIKSON]

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]Enemies are everywhere. The werewolves have a lot more enemies than themselves apparently in the current world that they are living in, but in most cases, they have rose to the occasion. Freya can remember the icy world of Norway as it was the neighboring Fjord that filled her ears, rather than the harsh sounds of city life. Honestly and truthfully, she wishes she could return to the world she once knew because the world she is living in doesn’t suit all of her needs. America is much hotter and the terrain is quite puzzling and different from the woodland areas of Scandinavia as it was the home of the Vikings. The Eriksons were Vikings before they were wolves and Freya was a Queen of men, before she was a Queen of wolves. Freya was a shieldmaiden, a warrior, before anything else that happened in her life as she knows how harsh the world could be. The Wolf Queen also knows how to lead and speak with most leaders, possibly a diplomat before warrior in some cases, but her husband would be the better candidate in those positions. Freya can be level-headed, but her heart is to fight and if she feels opposition or intolerance than she will react with fire.

Freya is in no way a brute or a barbarian as she is a Queen, she is regal, but she will protect those she loves with a sword or axe in hand. If she doesn’t have weapons than she has her claws at her disposal as she was a well-known warrior of the Scandinavian world, possibly the strongest Shieldmaiden that has ever lived. Freya could relive it all if she had the choice, but the gods have kept her alive this long as she is sure she has a purpose for something. Ruling werewolves was one large step to the All-Father’s great plan as his soldiers, his berserkers, are warriors who will fight for him in whatever cause that maybe. Ragnarok will appear one day and on that day the Einherjar will fall from Valhalla and fight alongside their gods in the last war…. The final battle for the world. Freya is sure she and her family own a pivotal role in such a prophecy, especially since their lives have been spared this long.

Even now, when Freya received an invitation from a leader unknown to her she grew curious to the intent of the letter. The invitation was the speak over past relationships between Kitsunes and Werewolves, yet Freya does not recall ever meeting such creatures. For some reason, she was going to speak with a Queen from another time, a Queen from another time. Freya could only guess by the tone of the letter as well as the handwriting, but still she has the hesitation of disregarding such a summon. The one thing that has caught her attention was the mentioning of her kind as well as how the self-proclaimed Queen knew of Freya, let alone her truer nature. If Freya was being truthful to herself she would be lying if she was confused by how the Empress gained knowledge about because the Eriksons are famous in the werewolf world. Royalty even. Freya decided she was going to except the invitation to a secluded area, but of course she is not of the modern time and the transportation they wield is on foot. Horses wouldn’t even survive the harsh realities in the heat of Nevada, much less in the desert Freya was headed to.

The warrior Queen were a regal blue gown that was light in texture as well as in material, while topping it off with a royal cape to signify her regality. Grey beads hung across her chest as they were attached to the shoulders of her cape, while her hair was long and in an elaborate braiding style. Freya was accompanied with two of her shieldmaidens, before taking off to the location of the meeting. Eventually, the werewolves appeared at the wasted home they were invited to and already Freya could smell an odd scent in the wind. Freya appeared through the door way with her smoky eyes locking on the woman in silk and cautiously the wolves entered with their eyes locked on everyone in the room. Freya spoke to the other monarch, “An invitation was received and here we are to your beckoning call,” The Queen continued, “I am Queen Freya, wife of Ivar Erikson, Alphess to the werewolves, Shieldmaiden, and protector of her people.” The strong woman spoke once more, “And who is it that I am speaking with?”

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[CHIYOKO SHIMIZU]

+Let not thy will roar+

+when thy power can but whisper+

The empress heard them approach far before they entered, and smelt them upon the wind despite the food around her. Something about the tea within her hands opened up her senses and gave her a greater control over them than normally. When the wolves entered, they would only see Chiyoko and no one else, for there was no one else. With her illusions at her fingertips and blade tucked deep within the fabric of her dress, she feared them not. The kitsune ignored the other two women, only focusing on the one in the center, clearly the queen if her garb was anything to go by.. Despite being so strange and simple. 

Chiyoko smiled after the woman spoke, satisfied that she was indeed speaking with who she asked for. "Empress Shunlie, wife of Emperor Shun of Han, and protector of all of China." The empress paused and gave a small bow, customary of her people. "However, our formalities aside Lady Freya, you may simply call me Chiyoko. Your ladies in waiting may only address me as Lady Na Liang." she stated with a calm and even voice, eyes never straying from Freya's till the last word. "I was only expecting it to be you and I.. Otherwise I might have made further arrangements, no matter though." 

The empress walked with poise and grace to two dust covered, but still stable chairs, some of the few remains within the house. She held the teacup in one hand, and waved her freed arm at lightning speed, the air from it's movement knocking off the dust and kicking the chairs a few feet back. A demonstration of kindness and also of power, to show that she was no mere pushover. "There, all is well now." Despite cleansing the chairs, Chiyoko made no effort to pull the chairs over to the table, leaving them for the sheildmaidens to do such work themselves. If she had been so kind as to cleanse them, then they could be smart enough to take them up. The empress sat the teacup in it's proper place upon the table, tea having never spilt during her movements.

Her hands then reached for the package upon the table, arranging it to be resting closer towards the other seat. "As a token of my gratitude for so kindly accepting my invitation, I have had a cape made for you, it's creation overseen by my own eyes." Chiyoko refilled her glass of tea, then reached for three other glasses, much larger and made of finely crafted crystal. "I only hope that this drink, known as mead, will be pleasing to all of your tastes. I had it's origins heavily researched and made sure to acquire only the finest." Those three glasses poured, she sat in her seat at the table, tucking her dress' train out of the way.

"Come, sit and we shall talk." she smiled, the adornments in her hair making slight tinkling noises as she moved. Her eyes flashed gold for a moment as she observed the queen and her subjects. This 'alphaess' was most intriguing to the empress, and she couldn't wait to begin conversation with her.. To talk of history, politics, apologies, enemies, and promises.. Oh how interesting indeed. 


words: 552
tag: FREYA ERIKSON
muse: eidola - epica
notes: the empress awaits