DO WE NOT BLEED?
Lorca heard the summons from within his decadent chambers and scowled, rolling his golden eyes with utter ire at the sound of the new Sovereigns call. He didn't immediately jump from his cushions to scamper to the King, instead he lounged further back into the comfort of his soft bed and stretched out each long limb sensually, ears flicking lazily at the sounds of hurrying footsteps all throughout the keep. Only once the sounds of hoof-falls had diminished did he slowly rise, luxuriously rolling his elegantly muscled shoulders and sweeping his silken hair back from his delicate face. He left his chambers in silence, the click of his door deafening in the quiet halls.
Velorca didn't hurry. In fact, he paused a few times to admire himself in whatever reflections he could find. He looked as delicious as always - smooth, unmarred skin the colour of steel, hair like silk draping elegantly over his back, no avian bone out of place. Lorca's lips curved upward in a pleased smile at his appearance, satisfied that he would turn heads wherever he went - most of all this Solis-damned meeting. It irked him that Avdotya - the one being in this cursed temple that had as much reason as he did to hate The Day Court as he did - did not hate it at all. Still, he was attending in the hopes that he might see her again, might speak with her after Maxence said what he needed to say.
To see her again here was... remarkable.
He didn't linger on the memories of her, bloodstained and ferocious, but slipped into the meeting silently, unnoticed and unknown. Lorca shifted from shadow to shadow, finally coming to a pause next to an absolutely delectable mare with golden skin and corn-silk curls. He sniffed loudly, inhaling heat and perfume but finding little to complain about. So, in a rare show of self-control, Lorca remained silent, staring coldly at Maxence.
OOC; Lorca snakes in and stands next to Bexley bc she pretty
