i s o r a t h
a king in his own right,
a king without a kingdom.
The crown was a fickle thing, even for those that had been born for it and those that came to it through favor and fortune. Some were forged under the weight of it and others crumbled, but through it all, it would never truly become easy. Truthfully, Isorath would find it unnerving if a Monarch truly became comfortable in their seat, for comfort bred laziness and over indulgence. "In time it will become easier to manage." He assured with a wry smile. "The key is good advice and patience."
It was a fascinating place, filled with magic and wonderment. Isorath wagered there wasn't another place like it in the known World. The equines which inhabited it were just as mystical, ancient noble houses and their lesser vassals, the nomads on the plains and those that mastered the waves. If he was honest, he'd rather there wasn't a place like it out there. It's beauty and fierceness deserved to remain unique. Such tales he could tell, the old histories that he had learned and listened to in his youth were still fresh in his mind, just as the vivid images of Dragon's dancing in the sky were.
Isorath settled into a comfortable silence as he listened to Mani recount his own homeland, where his had been filled with warmth and dragon fire, the others had been ice and the cold seas. A fitting difference, one he might have laughed at one upon a time. The note about the Gods was an interesting one, something which struck another similar chord. Perhaps the Gods and Lands which belonged to the Northern places of the world were much more different than the rest. "It sounds like quite the place, the Gods walked among our people as well, not as freely, mind you." He hummed, musing at what kind of structures one would dwell in, he imagined the strong smell of pine wood burning and the caress of thick pelts upon the hide to keep the chill wind at bay. Hair threaded with sea salt and a touch of frost at the ends. It was oddly poetic. He could imagine it though, see it within his minds eye. What would their gods look like? Like Mani did, or were they made of coarser stuff, of the brine of the sea, the strength of the cliffs and hewn of the glacial ice that they governed over?
His head tilted a fraction to the side as Mani mentioned the elders, his mother and the father with no face but only features to name. Only at the mention of Dragon's and Ice Giants did he utter a small laugh. "My mother didn't speak much of my father, or my brother's and sister's fathers. They were from noble houses, chosen through specific rituals and political alliances. Purple and Pink eyes are the symbol of our royal house, and our wings. Those not of royal blood lose their wings when they under go the burning." He explained thoughtfully, something which he hadn't seen anywhere else. "The dragons did not always perch among us, there were times when they roamed wild and ravaged the land with little care to it's inhabitants. It is only through strange and unusual happenings our species found peace with one another. I have never seen an ice giant though," he trailed off, "...what do they look like? Other than big." He added the last part with a chuckle.
"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 crown was a fickle thing, even for those that had been born for it and those that came to it through favor and fortune. Some were forged under the weight of it and others crumbled, but through it all, it would never truly become easy. Truthfully, Isorath would find it unnerving if a Monarch truly became comfortable in their seat, for comfort bred laziness and over indulgence. "In time it will become easier to manage." He assured with a wry smile. "The key is good advice and patience."
It was a fascinating place, filled with magic and wonderment. Isorath wagered there wasn't another place like it in the known World. The equines which inhabited it were just as mystical, ancient noble houses and their lesser vassals, the nomads on the plains and those that mastered the waves. If he was honest, he'd rather there wasn't a place like it out there. It's beauty and fierceness deserved to remain unique. Such tales he could tell, the old histories that he had learned and listened to in his youth were still fresh in his mind, just as the vivid images of Dragon's dancing in the sky were.
Isorath settled into a comfortable silence as he listened to Mani recount his own homeland, where his had been filled with warmth and dragon fire, the others had been ice and the cold seas. A fitting difference, one he might have laughed at one upon a time. The note about the Gods was an interesting one, something which struck another similar chord. Perhaps the Gods and Lands which belonged to the Northern places of the world were much more different than the rest. "It sounds like quite the place, the Gods walked among our people as well, not as freely, mind you." He hummed, musing at what kind of structures one would dwell in, he imagined the strong smell of pine wood burning and the caress of thick pelts upon the hide to keep the chill wind at bay. Hair threaded with sea salt and a touch of frost at the ends. It was oddly poetic. He could imagine it though, see it within his minds eye. What would their gods look like? Like Mani did, or were they made of coarser stuff, of the brine of the sea, the strength of the cliffs and hewn of the glacial ice that they governed over?
His head tilted a fraction to the side as Mani mentioned the elders, his mother and the father with no face but only features to name. Only at the mention of Dragon's and Ice Giants did he utter a small laugh. "My mother didn't speak much of my father, or my brother's and sister's fathers. They were from noble houses, chosen through specific rituals and political alliances. Purple and Pink eyes are the symbol of our royal house, and our wings. Those not of royal blood lose their wings when they under go the burning." He explained thoughtfully, something which he hadn't seen anywhere else. "The dragons did not always perch among us, there were times when they roamed wild and ravaged the land with little care to it's inhabitants. It is only through strange and unusual happenings our species found peace with one another. I have never seen an ice giant though," he trailed off, "...what do they look like? Other than big." He added the last part with a chuckle.
"Isorath talks."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
@Máni
