ISORATH
It was a strange feeling, to find himself once again as a piece upon the board. Even if he had been born for it, his blood the blood of King's, of legends who bore their crowns and flew with dragons. Isorath appeared to never be able to truly shake the taste from his mouth, or the hum in his veins. Perhaps the weight was made pleasant and more tolerable by the fact it was not he who bore the brunt of it.
In any case, he is quick and methodic in enacting his first duty.
Delumine and her Court was the last section of the board, which hadn't felt the presence of the porcelain Kirin. So far, there are no unpleasant whispers which poured out of the land like insidious smoke. Nor a blackened smudge on it's name. Sun burned the Crows wings, as their blackened feathers drowned out his light. Dusk and Dawn glittered and glimmered on the sidelines, watching with interest.
Bedecked in his gilded bridle and crowned by his exquisite halo, Isorath descended on ivory wings. Elegant and otherworldly, lower and lower he circled in slow beats until cloven hooves kissed the stones one after the other, then they were hidden beneath his cloak as it fell in layered pieces around his lithe frame.
He can make out figures in the glass, hear the clack of hooves against stone within. If a curled ear strained, he can hear the murmur of voices and the crackle of fire. There is life within, and no doubt the stranger at their gates has caught their attention.
A gilded talon briefly touched upon the moon charm wrapped on a porcelain tine, standing out against the swathes of gold by it's simplistic beauty. It had become a source of comfort as of late, an ember of heat which flooded his body and caused a small smile to bloom.
Quietly, and serenely, he waited. A glittering vision with a purpose.
TAG: Terrastella's festival invite! it's open to anyone, but I'm tagging the 'big three' just to be safe @Kasil @Somnus @Ipomoea
It was a strange feeling, to find himself once again as a piece upon the board. Even if he had been born for it, his blood the blood of King's, of legends who bore their crowns and flew with dragons. Isorath appeared to never be able to truly shake the taste from his mouth, or the hum in his veins. Perhaps the weight was made pleasant and more tolerable by the fact it was not he who bore the brunt of it.
In any case, he is quick and methodic in enacting his first duty.
Delumine and her Court was the last section of the board, which hadn't felt the presence of the porcelain Kirin. So far, there are no unpleasant whispers which poured out of the land like insidious smoke. Nor a blackened smudge on it's name. Sun burned the Crows wings, as their blackened feathers drowned out his light. Dusk and Dawn glittered and glimmered on the sidelines, watching with interest.
Bedecked in his gilded bridle and crowned by his exquisite halo, Isorath descended on ivory wings. Elegant and otherworldly, lower and lower he circled in slow beats until cloven hooves kissed the stones one after the other, then they were hidden beneath his cloak as it fell in layered pieces around his lithe frame.
He can make out figures in the glass, hear the clack of hooves against stone within. If a curled ear strained, he can hear the murmur of voices and the crackle of fire. There is life within, and no doubt the stranger at their gates has caught their attention.
A gilded talon briefly touched upon the moon charm wrapped on a porcelain tine, standing out against the swathes of gold by it's simplistic beauty. It had become a source of comfort as of late, an ember of heat which flooded his body and caused a small smile to bloom.
Quietly, and serenely, he waited. A glittering vision with a purpose.
TAG: Terrastella's festival invite! it's open to anyone, but I'm tagging the 'big three' just to be safe @Kasil @Somnus @Ipomoea
