The whisper of locks upon skin and stone preceded the arrival of his monarch, the shadows dripping from his frame like molasses - like they were reluctant to let him go. It seemed fitting, then, that the King of Night be wreathed in his namesake, in the darkness that sang it's siren song to Calligo's ilk. As the stallion neared, ebony curls full bodied and shining in the faint light of the moon and torches that adorned the walls, it took all it was within Camdis to not stare in open awe.
No one had said that the stallion he was to swear his fealty to was the most stunning creature to walk the face of the planet.
Silver eyes widening as he faced his king, Camdis couldn't help but return the grin that the beautiful male offered him, noting each and every detail, adoring each and every detail; the chiseled, square jaw, the sharp cheekbones, the elegant slopes and lines of his face that, in spite of their delicacy, combined into a crescendo of rugged masculinity. The King in Camdis demanded the stallion before him, commanded the he be Camdis' to love and dote on and care for in all avenues. He wanted to provide for the sovereign that stood so breathtaking and regal before him.
Yet, it did not seem as if the unnamed King of Night wore the mantle of royalty with ease. No, for Camdis Lohir had met enough reigning stallions and mares in his short time on the throne, and the heart of the young man wore no crown of gold or bloodline. He wasn't draped with opulence or dripping with the twisted promises that politicians so loved to favor.
No, he was a battle cry, a warrior defiant in the face of a bloody dawn, he was tempest and star fall and strength and faith all roped into a body honed by strife.
He was the King that would wrest prosperity from the clutches of fate with a grin on his lips and a glint in his eye, a bruised and brilliant fist striking to the heart of all things glorious.
And he knew Camdis by name.
The bay stag's grin could only grow as he lowered himself into a bow before his monarch, pride and adoration and awe warring over his features while his lips skimmed the marbled floor. Holding his bow for a moment longer than necessary - a show of subservience and loyalty - Camdis Lohir straightened and perked his ears forward, all attention focused upon Calligo's Chosen.
"It is an honor and a pleasure, my Lord," A pause, a beat of silence where Camdis decided that simple honesty was the best policy in all situations, "I have heard of your coronation, yet I do not know your name."
No one had said that the stallion he was to swear his fealty to was the most stunning creature to walk the face of the planet.
Silver eyes widening as he faced his king, Camdis couldn't help but return the grin that the beautiful male offered him, noting each and every detail, adoring each and every detail; the chiseled, square jaw, the sharp cheekbones, the elegant slopes and lines of his face that, in spite of their delicacy, combined into a crescendo of rugged masculinity. The King in Camdis demanded the stallion before him, commanded the he be Camdis' to love and dote on and care for in all avenues. He wanted to provide for the sovereign that stood so breathtaking and regal before him.
Yet, it did not seem as if the unnamed King of Night wore the mantle of royalty with ease. No, for Camdis Lohir had met enough reigning stallions and mares in his short time on the throne, and the heart of the young man wore no crown of gold or bloodline. He wasn't draped with opulence or dripping with the twisted promises that politicians so loved to favor.
No, he was a battle cry, a warrior defiant in the face of a bloody dawn, he was tempest and star fall and strength and faith all roped into a body honed by strife.
He was the King that would wrest prosperity from the clutches of fate with a grin on his lips and a glint in his eye, a bruised and brilliant fist striking to the heart of all things glorious.
And he knew Camdis by name.
The bay stag's grin could only grow as he lowered himself into a bow before his monarch, pride and adoration and awe warring over his features while his lips skimmed the marbled floor. Holding his bow for a moment longer than necessary - a show of subservience and loyalty - Camdis Lohir straightened and perked his ears forward, all attention focused upon Calligo's Chosen.
"It is an honor and a pleasure, my Lord," A pause, a beat of silence where Camdis decided that simple honesty was the best policy in all situations, "I have heard of your coronation, yet I do not know your name."
@Reichenbach well Cam has decided he has a crush. <333
