There is no relief at the feeling of the cobblestone streets beneath his hooves, no warm sense of recognition as he finds himself within the walls of the Day Court. He is a member in name only, devoid of any belief in their god (or any other), ill-at-ease amongst others of his same court. He came for the desert and the isolation it offered, not for snow and parties and whatever else the Court seemed to be enjoying during the storms. Perhaps that’s how he comes to be the first to stumble upon Solis, his teeth baring in a grim-faced sneer that only barely mimics a smile. He is not awed, not cowed, not impressed by the presence of the boisterous sun-god, burned too many times in too many lands to even pretend at fealty or devotion. “I just thought it was because you couldn’t control your dandruff,” He drawls, irreverent, apathetic towards the God despite the quickest flash of mercurial eyes. “Now, fuck off, would you? You’re in my way.” |
