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glitter and gold is the man in the chair
rings on his fingers, and a hardened harsh stare

LANGUAGE WARNING


He was laying upon silk sheets as he looked out the window, golden eyes lazy as they swept the endless desert past the walls of the keep, picking up pieces of information as they went. He saw her perhaps before anyone else had - ha! How disappointing for a Court that was supposed to be organised in such a militaristic fashion. Still, Lorca didn't want to lose his advantage, so he slipped from his bed in a long, lugubrious stretch, his satin skin gleaming in the sunlight as each muscle tensed and released. A low sigh slipped from his velveteen lips at the sensation and he shrugged his shoulders, sensually enjoying the roll of muscle over bone. But enough of admiring himself, time for business.

His step was graceful but unhurried - and of course he had to pause by the water to preen for a moment. He was looking beautiful as ever, with skin like steel gleaming in the hot sunlight, his hair soft and straight as it surrounded his razor-boned face. A smile curled upon his lush lips as he slid around the corner, cat-like, drawling as he went:

"So the Winter Wolf has decided to bless us with her presence... how lovely."

The words were lethargic and sarcastic, dripping from his lips like poisoned honey. Velorca cared more for Novus than he liked to admit, and, being a sage (though nobody in the castle thought he had a job, considering all he did was laze in the sunlight and have sex late into the night) knew more than it seemed. 

"If you're looking for an alliance you're here at a very inopportune moment... for you."

His thoughts flashed swiftly to Rostislav, their unknown, silent prisoner. Oh yes, if Rannveig wanted an alliance, she would be allying into a Court soon to be at war. Dusk had many healers - a resource Maxence would be quick to use. Velorca almost snorted, those sensual lips curving into a bitter smile. War. Again.

How. Fucking. Original.


@Rannveig @Maxence oops sorry he's an actual fckhead 













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the wolf in a lion pride - by Rannveig - 09-13-2017, 10:45 PM
RE: the wolf in a lion pride - by Velorca - 09-14-2017, 11:27 PM
RE: the wolf in a lion pride - by Seraphina - 09-20-2017, 09:16 PM
RE: the wolf in a lion pride - by Maxence - 09-22-2017, 06:20 AM
RE: the wolf in a lion pride - by Weir - 09-23-2017, 02:02 AM
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