i s o r a t h
a king in his own right,
a king without a kingdom.
The woman dressed in ink and gold did not go unnoticed by at least one citizen of Terrastella. Too often does the sun bid him to rise too early and join the morning song, while those around him slumber still, wrapped in dreams both sweetened with adventure or cursed with grief. It bothered him little, being up before the rest afforded him the peace and quiet he often craved, seek out the days calling without interruption or simply enjoy the world for what it was. The bird calls which floated from the fields had greeted him when he had taken wing, large and lustrious wings carrying him upwards in elegant strokes.
Spying her from the sky, he had come to a halt, a vision of shimmering golds and whites against the pastel hues of the sky, the silver strands of his hair curling wildly in the breeze. She would be hard to miss, harder to miss at Court, he had no recollection of a winged mare such as this. A stranger then, a visitor from one of the other domains which neighbored his own. If that was truly the case, she had come into their lands uninvited, or at the very least unnoticed by the patrols. The lack of escort only proved his theory correct in his theory. In another life he might have dived down and confronted her, but times had changed since then, and himself too. Would he have waited if he was visiting another Court? Perhaps. Perhaps not. His patience had become a flimsy thing as of late.
"Welcome to Terrastella, Stranger." He called out, descending from his aerial perch into the lush grasses, wings folded to catch him with their taloned grip in the earth. Elegant, down to the sweep of his tail and how his silvered tresses wrapped around the long stalks of grass bending int he wind. The pleasant chime of his voice held no malice or no real warmth, a sort of neutral curiosity as to what would bring a stranger into these lands unaccompanied, and unannounced. "I trust the sights are to your liking so far?" One wing lifted from the ground as it's fingers curled outward to gesture to the fields around them. "The cliffs are particularly breathtaking, though I can't give a positive review of the swamp. Rather dreary." He snorted, lavender eyes watching the mare carefully as he spoke.
"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.
The woman dressed in ink and gold did not go unnoticed by at least one citizen of Terrastella. Too often does the sun bid him to rise too early and join the morning song, while those around him slumber still, wrapped in dreams both sweetened with adventure or cursed with grief. It bothered him little, being up before the rest afforded him the peace and quiet he often craved, seek out the days calling without interruption or simply enjoy the world for what it was. The bird calls which floated from the fields had greeted him when he had taken wing, large and lustrious wings carrying him upwards in elegant strokes.
Spying her from the sky, he had come to a halt, a vision of shimmering golds and whites against the pastel hues of the sky, the silver strands of his hair curling wildly in the breeze. She would be hard to miss, harder to miss at Court, he had no recollection of a winged mare such as this. A stranger then, a visitor from one of the other domains which neighbored his own. If that was truly the case, she had come into their lands uninvited, or at the very least unnoticed by the patrols. The lack of escort only proved his theory correct in his theory. In another life he might have dived down and confronted her, but times had changed since then, and himself too. Would he have waited if he was visiting another Court? Perhaps. Perhaps not. His patience had become a flimsy thing as of late.
"Welcome to Terrastella, Stranger." He called out, descending from his aerial perch into the lush grasses, wings folded to catch him with their taloned grip in the earth. Elegant, down to the sweep of his tail and how his silvered tresses wrapped around the long stalks of grass bending int he wind. The pleasant chime of his voice held no malice or no real warmth, a sort of neutral curiosity as to what would bring a stranger into these lands unaccompanied, and unannounced. "I trust the sights are to your liking so far?" One wing lifted from the ground as it's fingers curled outward to gesture to the fields around them. "The cliffs are particularly breathtaking, though I can't give a positive review of the swamp. Rather dreary." He snorted, lavender eyes watching the mare carefully as he spoke.
"Isorath talks."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
@Inkheart
