Wynter Mystic Paxton's Birthday

Era beginning/end

The beginning of the Wynter Era was marked by the defeat of the tyrannical Fae Dagda, in which newlywed victors, Lux Paxton and Wryn Paxton gave birth to the UnCourted Miss Wynter Mystic Paxton. Her birth marked the beginning of the Wynter Era.

Wynter is HERE!   About an hour later, he awoke to see his beloved wife sitting on the end of his bed. With a wide grin on her face and he realized there was something unknown lying on his chest. This something was warm, little and it was breathing. He furrowed his brows and looked down at his chest. There lay a child whose facial structure and raven black fuzzy hair resembled his wife. He looked at Wryn from overtop the child as she brought her left hand in front of his face to flick his brows, “Oww, what was that for!?” she hissed at him, “fix your brows!!”.   This awoke the baby, and her head tilted upward to look at her father with innocent silver eyes. Never in his life had he felt this sort of happiness before. He leaned against her face and laid a soft kiss upon her forehead. “Since it is the winter’s solstice, I think it’s fitting that we name you… Wynter.”   The new King, being filled with no more pride than any new father, finally stood before the assembly of Courts with a smile shining from ear to ear. With his wife the room, just given birth and still recovering, the eyes lay upon him heavily. A nudge from a Kindred creature, beside him, provoked him to speak on both of their behalves.   "With Dagda defeated, my wife and I shall accept your Titles and Reign your Realm with honor!" His voice began to scratch a bit and he remembered all of the shoutings during battle. Of course, now would be the best time to start losing his voice; right after the best victories. Not only was he a Husband, but a new Father and now a King.   "Where shall you reside, sire?" a voice from the crowd asked. Lux looked up towards the ceiling and tried to imagine a land he hadn't seen all of. Looking back down he began to ask softly, what Lands there were. The Lands were then named to him, placing the largest of them as the most resourceful. Not only did it hold the most Portals, but it also contained the most Raw Wares in the Realm.   Lux looked down, towards the cobblestone floor, with furrowed brows and growled lowly. This wasn't a growl of anger but of possession. He arched his back and lifted his chin towards the ceiling and howled. His howling took a claim on the spoken Land that was heard throughout the halls. Clapping followed as the Lycan spoke in a now whispered tone, "This Home Kingdom, of ours, shall be given the UnCourted Name NereidLykandos, after both victors birth homes." He looked back towards the hall that conceiled a room where his wife and newborn daughter lay. His voice, though completely cracked now, made him cease another howl. Instead he simply smiled and nodded at the audience of the Courts that now roared with applause and cheering.