i s o r a t h
a king in his own right,
a king without a kingdom.
Court life suited him well, the intricate game of politics and courtly intrigue had been standard in his youth. As he'd roamed from those gilded halls out in to the world and it's other kingdoms, there had been a distinct lack thereof or systems completely foreign and alien to him. Now to be back somewhere more comfortable, something almost achingly close to home but not quite, the Kirin was grateful. It was like slipping back into a favorite cloak and burying deep into it's plush fur trim and it's chiffon embrace, inhaling the familiar perfumed scent and feeling his muscles relax.
So far his integration had been peaceful, nothing of note save for a few nods here and there and a polite word spoken here and there. He had explored the halls in relative peace, lavender eyes drinking in each and every thing that they happened to be drawn to. He wanted to know this place down to it's finer details, and it's inhabitants too. It had been his fatal flaw in the past, the things which he had not known had ultimately pulled the threads of fate away from his favor and opened the ground beneath his hooves.
Silver strands were tamed into a more intricate style than the loose curls he'd chosen as of late, plaited and clasped between the dragon ties and then threaded close to his neck, pooling at his withers where the ends fell in soft waves. He had sought respite outside, enjoying the cool breeze which helped off set the warm weather that had slowly encroached on the remnants of spring while he himself enjoyed how it heated the gilded scales which framed his body. Together with the pearlescence of his coat, he shimmered like a pale mirage in the desert, or the moon light upon a still lake.
He should of expected company, in some form, but he had been so occupied by his own thoughts, that he'd almost completely zoned out. It was hard not to get caught up in the thoughts of home as he watched the lightly clouded sky, he almost expected a dragon to descend from their silvery embrace, scales gleaming in the sun as his did. A roar of pure elation the only noise to break up the serenity. The dragon never came though, no matter how much he thinly hoped for it, it wasn't until the sound of hoof steps neared that he snapped back into himself. The kirin's head tilted in time to see the stranger come to a surprised halt and his face settled into one of curiosity.
Curiosity that was quickly sated, the stallion quickly uttered a welcoming phrase and he understood. Ah, another well wisher, a small smile played on his pale lips as he dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Thank you." He murmured, his tones silken and charming in their cadence. His body half-turned toward his new companion, large draconian wings extending from his svelte frame to rest their taloned grip against the stone floor. The stallion was intriguing, now that he could settle his gaze upon him properly. The swathe of cream, gold and black were complimentary, and his eyes almost the same shade of his own. "I'm Isorath, the new sage. It is good to be back in a place that reminds me of home."
"Isorath talks."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
a king in his own right,
a king without a kingdom.
Court life suited him well, the intricate game of politics and courtly intrigue had been standard in his youth. As he'd roamed from those gilded halls out in to the world and it's other kingdoms, there had been a distinct lack thereof or systems completely foreign and alien to him. Now to be back somewhere more comfortable, something almost achingly close to home but not quite, the Kirin was grateful. It was like slipping back into a favorite cloak and burying deep into it's plush fur trim and it's chiffon embrace, inhaling the familiar perfumed scent and feeling his muscles relax.
So far his integration had been peaceful, nothing of note save for a few nods here and there and a polite word spoken here and there. He had explored the halls in relative peace, lavender eyes drinking in each and every thing that they happened to be drawn to. He wanted to know this place down to it's finer details, and it's inhabitants too. It had been his fatal flaw in the past, the things which he had not known had ultimately pulled the threads of fate away from his favor and opened the ground beneath his hooves.
Silver strands were tamed into a more intricate style than the loose curls he'd chosen as of late, plaited and clasped between the dragon ties and then threaded close to his neck, pooling at his withers where the ends fell in soft waves. He had sought respite outside, enjoying the cool breeze which helped off set the warm weather that had slowly encroached on the remnants of spring while he himself enjoyed how it heated the gilded scales which framed his body. Together with the pearlescence of his coat, he shimmered like a pale mirage in the desert, or the moon light upon a still lake.
He should of expected company, in some form, but he had been so occupied by his own thoughts, that he'd almost completely zoned out. It was hard not to get caught up in the thoughts of home as he watched the lightly clouded sky, he almost expected a dragon to descend from their silvery embrace, scales gleaming in the sun as his did. A roar of pure elation the only noise to break up the serenity. The dragon never came though, no matter how much he thinly hoped for it, it wasn't until the sound of hoof steps neared that he snapped back into himself. The kirin's head tilted in time to see the stranger come to a surprised halt and his face settled into one of curiosity.
Curiosity that was quickly sated, the stallion quickly uttered a welcoming phrase and he understood. Ah, another well wisher, a small smile played on his pale lips as he dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Thank you." He murmured, his tones silken and charming in their cadence. His body half-turned toward his new companion, large draconian wings extending from his svelte frame to rest their taloned grip against the stone floor. The stallion was intriguing, now that he could settle his gaze upon him properly. The swathe of cream, gold and black were complimentary, and his eyes almost the same shade of his own. "I'm Isorath, the new sage. It is good to be back in a place that reminds me of home."
"Isorath talks."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
@Máni
