V E L O R C A
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
TICKLE THAT CHEEK AND TAKE YOUR THRONE,
PUMP YOUR VEINS WITH GUSHING GOLD.
He sought her out in the darkness, his silver form flickering in hues of orange and gold as the lanterns shed their light — she must have come here, his savage Davke Queen, and in truth he had a question to ask her... a boon.
Tinea Swamp was a filthy place, and he would not have come if he hadn't been so eager to find Avdotya... and yet even now he peered down at the swampy earth with distaste, holding up a hoof as he scowled — no matter how beautiful the Terrastellans tried to make this place, it was still just a swamp.
Lorca released his scowl and peered around him once more, golden gaze coy and sharp... there was plenty of fun to be had at a festival, and certainly a lot of secrets to read upon the parchments tied within the sighing trees around him. Moving further into the swampland, Velorca paused to peer at himself within the surrounding waters, still and mirror-like.
His soft lips curled into a vain smile, for his skin was made of satin steel, and his bones cut from the finest porcelain — he was adonis, beautiful and golden eyed. He was a viper clothed in arrogance, standing alone underneath the lantern lit dome of swamp trees.
Oh jeez this is an awful post but heck
for @avdotya but open to all!
Tinea Swamp was a filthy place, and he would not have come if he hadn't been so eager to find Avdotya... and yet even now he peered down at the swampy earth with distaste, holding up a hoof as he scowled — no matter how beautiful the Terrastellans tried to make this place, it was still just a swamp.
Lorca released his scowl and peered around him once more, golden gaze coy and sharp... there was plenty of fun to be had at a festival, and certainly a lot of secrets to read upon the parchments tied within the sighing trees around him. Moving further into the swampland, Velorca paused to peer at himself within the surrounding waters, still and mirror-like.
His soft lips curled into a vain smile, for his skin was made of satin steel, and his bones cut from the finest porcelain — he was adonis, beautiful and golden eyed. He was a viper clothed in arrogance, standing alone underneath the lantern lit dome of swamp trees.
Oh jeez this is an awful post but heck
for @avdotya but open to all!
