Unseelie

Unseelie is the embodiment of lack. They are the essence of famine and lean winter, the hard cold that pushes the warmth and blood from your bones until you are numb. They are hard and sharp as a shard of ice, and their cool detachment serves them well against their flaming neighbors and the foolishly reckless mortal realm. They belong to the frost that clings to the fur, the bite of wind at unfeeling fingers, the sweet pain of starvation. What is left here grows sickly, and the living are no exception. Beware, here, for you never can tell if your eyes know what they see- and where an enemy may be lying in plain sight.