ISORATH
The Night Court was colorful inside and out, their midnight banners flecked in starlight and the moons countenance did little to show the depth of whom wore them. Though he supposed that was what they wanted, this Court of Shadows and Intrigue, thieves and assassins. They were the stuff Vectaeryn loved to craft stories about, colorful characters with dark hearts and the shadows at their command. How the skalds of the East and Tellers of the West would be starstruck and enraptured by each and every one of them.
Romantic.
Perhaps it was foolish of him, to come here. In the wake of everything no less, but there was comfort in familiarity, to breathe freely without the feeling of the hangman's noose dangling temptingly in front of ones face. Isorath had danced with blades to the song of steel, had felt the cloying grasp of heat on his neck and not flinched. Yet, he could not deny to be free of the weight of it, just for a moment, was refreshing. It was welcome.
Aether's presence lingered in his mind, the Dragon could not fit within the walls of the Night Palace, but he loomed like an eternal sentinel upon it's walls — his breathing a rumbled purr of thunder looming overhead. Protective, the bond hummed with the word, even as the Dragon poked and picked at his memories and offered his uninvited opinions and thoughts.
He lingered in the Great Hall for no real purpose, cloaked in the very colors of the night — a subtle declaration paired with the moon charm on his tines for the Denoctians who had come to know his face well. However the glittering diadem sparkling proudly in the firelight, branding him unmistakably terrastellan. His usually pensive gaze was filled with something else, one emotion never sitting still before it bled into the next. A maelstrom made flesh and bone. It wasn't until a familiar face appeared in the corner of his vision did his lilac gaze waver from the throne and turn elsewhere, to the mare colored in sand and blood.
"Lavinia." He greeted with a wry smile, subtly shifting to better look at her. "You look as though you're a lady on a mission."
TAG: @Lavinia
hush it was fine <3
The Night Court was colorful inside and out, their midnight banners flecked in starlight and the moons countenance did little to show the depth of whom wore them. Though he supposed that was what they wanted, this Court of Shadows and Intrigue, thieves and assassins. They were the stuff Vectaeryn loved to craft stories about, colorful characters with dark hearts and the shadows at their command. How the skalds of the East and Tellers of the West would be starstruck and enraptured by each and every one of them.
Romantic.
Perhaps it was foolish of him, to come here. In the wake of everything no less, but there was comfort in familiarity, to breathe freely without the feeling of the hangman's noose dangling temptingly in front of ones face. Isorath had danced with blades to the song of steel, had felt the cloying grasp of heat on his neck and not flinched. Yet, he could not deny to be free of the weight of it, just for a moment, was refreshing. It was welcome.
Aether's presence lingered in his mind, the Dragon could not fit within the walls of the Night Palace, but he loomed like an eternal sentinel upon it's walls — his breathing a rumbled purr of thunder looming overhead. Protective, the bond hummed with the word, even as the Dragon poked and picked at his memories and offered his uninvited opinions and thoughts.
He lingered in the Great Hall for no real purpose, cloaked in the very colors of the night — a subtle declaration paired with the moon charm on his tines for the Denoctians who had come to know his face well. However the glittering diadem sparkling proudly in the firelight, branding him unmistakably terrastellan. His usually pensive gaze was filled with something else, one emotion never sitting still before it bled into the next. A maelstrom made flesh and bone. It wasn't until a familiar face appeared in the corner of his vision did his lilac gaze waver from the throne and turn elsewhere, to the mare colored in sand and blood.
"Lavinia." He greeted with a wry smile, subtly shifting to better look at her. "You look as though you're a lady on a mission."
TAG: @Lavinia
hush it was fine <3
