VELORCA
The sun glanced off his silver body as if it were a blade, skin like steel that flowed silkily over the supple curve of his alluring body, an suit of argent decadence that nuzzled into his razor cut bones. Velorca was on the prowl. He had preened himself this morning, ensuring his burnt butter eyes glowed serenely and that his storm coloured lashes were lengthy and elegant. His hair had fallen as it always did: perfectly, silkily straight and soft as a Terrastella morning. He'd tucked it back with an elegant pin - a golden serpent with a sparkling diamond for an eye, eye-catching a regal, or so he thought to himself as he smiled at the mirror.
As he'd left his room, cloak-less, the sun had tried to snatch grasps of his body, sliding from curve to curve desperately until he'd finally stepped into it's full embrace. Now he lay comfortably in the suns heat, basking upon expensive imported rugs as he read a scroll about the Rahilah, golden eyes sucking up the words swiftly and hungrily even as he batted his lashes at every passerby. He smiled languidly as he read, stretching often so as to show off the full, luxurious length of him, the utter perfection.
The sun bore down, endless and tyrannical, and Velorca thought nothing of the King that had just found his demise. He had told Maxence vengeance was coming, he had said that his reign would be short and bloody, and that Solterra did not need a foreigner for a King. The Commander had not listened, and their fierce home had punished him for it. He was simply a King in a long line of Kings, attempting to take control of a wild thing. There was no taming the Sun, nor the desert, nor the Davke.
Velorca stretched once more, his long limbs supple and smooth. A young soldier paused as he hurried by, staring for a moment too long to be casual. Let the politicians figure out what to do with the Courts, he had other matters to attend to.
@Mila or @Seraphina ! <3
As he'd left his room, cloak-less, the sun had tried to snatch grasps of his body, sliding from curve to curve desperately until he'd finally stepped into it's full embrace. Now he lay comfortably in the suns heat, basking upon expensive imported rugs as he read a scroll about the Rahilah, golden eyes sucking up the words swiftly and hungrily even as he batted his lashes at every passerby. He smiled languidly as he read, stretching often so as to show off the full, luxurious length of him, the utter perfection.
The sun bore down, endless and tyrannical, and Velorca thought nothing of the King that had just found his demise. He had told Maxence vengeance was coming, he had said that his reign would be short and bloody, and that Solterra did not need a foreigner for a King. The Commander had not listened, and their fierce home had punished him for it. He was simply a King in a long line of Kings, attempting to take control of a wild thing. There was no taming the Sun, nor the desert, nor the Davke.
Velorca stretched once more, his long limbs supple and smooth. A young soldier paused as he hurried by, staring for a moment too long to be casual. Let the politicians figure out what to do with the Courts, he had other matters to attend to.
@Mila or @
