VELORCA
He noticed her of course. How could his viperous gaze miss something so lovely? She was burnt copper and flame, with eyes of deep emerald and hair that even Velorca could envy. Her svelte frame was elegant and regal, honed but not extremely so — not like the warrior women of Solterra, who had either too little on their body or too much, honed fighting machines dedicated to their craft. Velorca, himself, was dedicated to an entirely different craft — the devastation in others' eyes when they beheld him. So he did notice her arrival, yet she merged so easily with the Solterran people that he paid no further thought to her, save to reflect on her beauty later.
He preened and stretched, practically purring at the heat that rolled over his storm coloured skin, long lashes brushing his razor sharp cheekbones as he began to read some more. The Rahilah were fascinating, a tribe so dissimilar from his own and yet... they shared the ancient Novus, the Novus that predated Courts and Kings. He pondered them, all the while churning others' secrets in his vast mind, plucking and inspecting to see what could be of use to him. He knew everything, knew everyone. Each new hoof that clopped upon The Sun Court was known to him, each whispered affair lingered in his ears — yet selfishly he kept the knowledge to himself, untrusting of the Court he called home.
He felt it then, the slow slide of something shifting upon his satin head. There was a small flash of gold and then all he saw was the curtain of his soft hair as it fell over his decadent face. He tossed it back, still lying upon his expensive rugs and glared at any passerby, lashes fluttering as he raised himself luxuriously.
The pin.
A low hiss crept from his throat as he realised what had been taken — yet he was confident he knew all thieves within the Keep, and it was rare for anyone in Solterra to be so taken by material things to steal them. No, this was someone new, someone different.
A slow smile curled upon his velveteen lips as he watched an elegant bun vanish into the crowd.
He did not trail her, though he knew where she was headed — what direction, at least. With nimble hooves he slid through the Court, tucking and dipping like smoke through passageways and people. He was agile and swift, a testament to his early Davke training, and arrived at the end of a hallway with enough time to make it look as if he hadn't been rushing. She would arrive momentarily, if he had been correct in assuming her path through the Court.
Velorca leaned casually against the stone behind him, and would have picked at his nails in faked boredom if he'd had any. She appeared, more beautiful even than he had thought, and younger too. He gave her a snakes grin, golden eyes flicking to the faint sheen of gold hidden beneath her shining hair.
"What is a Crow," he drawled the words sensually, "Doing here?"
@Mila bloop hope you don't mind the slight powerplay!
He preened and stretched, practically purring at the heat that rolled over his storm coloured skin, long lashes brushing his razor sharp cheekbones as he began to read some more. The Rahilah were fascinating, a tribe so dissimilar from his own and yet... they shared the ancient Novus, the Novus that predated Courts and Kings. He pondered them, all the while churning others' secrets in his vast mind, plucking and inspecting to see what could be of use to him. He knew everything, knew everyone. Each new hoof that clopped upon The Sun Court was known to him, each whispered affair lingered in his ears — yet selfishly he kept the knowledge to himself, untrusting of the Court he called home.
He felt it then, the slow slide of something shifting upon his satin head. There was a small flash of gold and then all he saw was the curtain of his soft hair as it fell over his decadent face. He tossed it back, still lying upon his expensive rugs and glared at any passerby, lashes fluttering as he raised himself luxuriously.
The pin.
A low hiss crept from his throat as he realised what had been taken — yet he was confident he knew all thieves within the Keep, and it was rare for anyone in Solterra to be so taken by material things to steal them. No, this was someone new, someone different.
A slow smile curled upon his velveteen lips as he watched an elegant bun vanish into the crowd.
He did not trail her, though he knew where she was headed — what direction, at least. With nimble hooves he slid through the Court, tucking and dipping like smoke through passageways and people. He was agile and swift, a testament to his early Davke training, and arrived at the end of a hallway with enough time to make it look as if he hadn't been rushing. She would arrive momentarily, if he had been correct in assuming her path through the Court.
Velorca leaned casually against the stone behind him, and would have picked at his nails in faked boredom if he'd had any. She appeared, more beautiful even than he had thought, and younger too. He gave her a snakes grin, golden eyes flicking to the faint sheen of gold hidden beneath her shining hair.
"What is a Crow," he drawled the words sensually, "Doing here?"
@Mila bloop hope you don't mind the slight powerplay!
