VELORCA
He watched every savage line of her as she glared out at the desert, each angle sharper than the last, the sharpest of all being her bright yellow eyes, gleaming through the darkness. He watched the golden glare with a cool vanity, his own gaze lingering on the slaughtered creature upon her back, remembering...
"Have your lovers bored you already?"
Lorca smirked, tossing his silk straight hair with a curled lip — almost every lover bored him, they were all void of anything that might have gotten his golden veins pumping, all with boring, plaid histories that started with a mama and papa and ended with them joining Solterra because they thought they were fighters. Velorca didn't bother to explain what made a true fighter, or dredge up the idea that they were serving a Court founded on murder and slavery.
He was about to say as much when she turned to him, those savage eyes cold and serious. His smirk died at the expression, full lips pressing together as she admitted that she had been looking for him. His own gaze flicked around them swiftly, though he was confident he had not been followed — nobody cared that a whore was out of his bed in the middle of the night, and Velorca had skills of his own that he rarely shared. Had someone been following him they would have swiftly found themselves alone and staring at the dust. Velorca narrowed his golden eyes at her next words, careful and quiet.
She took a step closer, looking small against his height but terribly strong and agile. Lorca felt the words more than heard them, a tingle running over his silver flesh and sinking into his marrow.
The Davke rebirth is nigh.
His keen eyes flashed, honing in on her own sharp gaze as he asked;
"You have truly renounced this Court?"
Velorca stared at the princess he had silently followed for so many years, his faith never faltering or failing despite her recent dabbles with the King of their enemy. He was a ruined man, had been a warrior, slave, spy, whore, sage... his right to a life had been stolen along with his youth, his virginity, his honour — and he was bitter and burning for a righteous revenge.
"You have my aid... my Queen."
@Avdotya !!
"Have your lovers bored you already?"
Lorca smirked, tossing his silk straight hair with a curled lip — almost every lover bored him, they were all void of anything that might have gotten his golden veins pumping, all with boring, plaid histories that started with a mama and papa and ended with them joining Solterra because they thought they were fighters. Velorca didn't bother to explain what made a true fighter, or dredge up the idea that they were serving a Court founded on murder and slavery.
He was about to say as much when she turned to him, those savage eyes cold and serious. His smirk died at the expression, full lips pressing together as she admitted that she had been looking for him. His own gaze flicked around them swiftly, though he was confident he had not been followed — nobody cared that a whore was out of his bed in the middle of the night, and Velorca had skills of his own that he rarely shared. Had someone been following him they would have swiftly found themselves alone and staring at the dust. Velorca narrowed his golden eyes at her next words, careful and quiet.
She took a step closer, looking small against his height but terribly strong and agile. Lorca felt the words more than heard them, a tingle running over his silver flesh and sinking into his marrow.
The Davke rebirth is nigh.
His keen eyes flashed, honing in on her own sharp gaze as he asked;
"You have truly renounced this Court?"
Velorca stared at the princess he had silently followed for so many years, his faith never faltering or failing despite her recent dabbles with the King of their enemy. He was a ruined man, had been a warrior, slave, spy, whore, sage... his right to a life had been stolen along with his youth, his virginity, his honour — and he was bitter and burning for a righteous revenge.
"You have my aid... my Queen."
@Avdotya !!
