He rarely left the delectable heat of his desert home, for he was a sun-loving viper, constantly coiled up in the warmest, most comfortable place he could find, soaking his silver spun skin in sunlight. Velorca had been bred to love the sun, to embrace it and adore it, and he did. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the first breath of sunlight upon his delicate eyelids. Yet today... he had grown tired of the constant hustle around him, the warriors that sent him appreciative looks - looks that he often encouraged and enjoyed, just... not today. Today was different. Today was... it was the anniversary of the day he had been kidnapped, forced into slavery for the old King. Five years to the day. He had sneered and snapped at others as he left the vast confounds of Solterra - the same, sly, cunning beast that ensnared soldiers on a daily basis, nothing to show that beneath his razor cut bones there was a ragged, raging wound. That the many, many hands that had touched his satin skin had stained him, poisoned him slowly through the years. So it was only when he reached the soft serenity of Amare Creek that Velorca released the tension within his knotted muscles and released a long, slow, elegant breath. As always, he was in pristine condition - his skin like smokey satin, soft to the touch and incredibly smooth, his hair, usually hanging in a silken curtain around his face, was pushed back to reveal the sharp lines of his elegant jaw. His golden eyes, like burnt butter, were full of a cool intelligence that shuddered and snaked around his beautiful brain, his silvery lashes lowered as he watched the brown creek meander by. He tried not to remember those first few years as he gazed unseeing into the water, visions of beatings and hidden scars flowing as easily as that gentle creek. He looked a vision of unnatural beauty, silent and lost within the confines of his own memories - an unusual and vulnerable state for Snake of Solterra. @Isorath um ew post but KEEN |
