You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan,
In his catastrophic plan,
This was the first — the first Davke Velorca had tracked, his eyes and ears open for the whisperings that the desert sand sang, the knowledge and the secrets that passed through all of Novus. For those listening, the return of a Davke son was a subtle song, slipping into the cracks of the world, almost lost but for the ones who waited and watched.
Lorca's face was a mask of cunning pleasure as he watched Alaric boost into the air, the power rippling off of those night dark wings. He had not met this Davke before — had not encountered one from outside of the deserts borders... and certainly not one so rugged and, well, dirty.
His loyalty to the Davke made him watch the skies for a moment, hidden in the deepest copse so that his pristine silver coat did not catch the light. Only the memory of slaughter is enough to make me face this filth, he thought coldly, lip curling at the branches that snagged on his silken hair. Nobody else entered. Alaric had attached his note too far in, perhaps, for ordinary revellers to venture.
Moving with an effortless grace, Velorca emerged, burnt gold eyes slitted as he looked to the sky, his velvet voice calling;
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
@Alaric
Lorca's face was a mask of cunning pleasure as he watched Alaric boost into the air, the power rippling off of those night dark wings. He had not met this Davke before — had not encountered one from outside of the deserts borders... and certainly not one so rugged and, well, dirty.
His loyalty to the Davke made him watch the skies for a moment, hidden in the deepest copse so that his pristine silver coat did not catch the light. Only the memory of slaughter is enough to make me face this filth, he thought coldly, lip curling at the branches that snagged on his silken hair. Nobody else entered. Alaric had attached his note too far in, perhaps, for ordinary revellers to venture.
Moving with an effortless grace, Velorca emerged, burnt gold eyes slitted as he looked to the sky, his velvet voice calling;
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
@Alaric
