THIS BEAUTIFUL DECAY
Dusk nestled itself effortlessly into the corners of the keep, shadows lingering in stone washed by bloodied scarlet falling from the dying sky above. A figure, tall and winged, was caught also in this flood of glowing garnet; casting him into light against a backdrop of red-tipped peaks. The mountain range was home, to him, if there ever should be one and it was unusual for the great man to ever emerge from their glorious hostility. Yet, here he stood - dark singing eyes drinking in sights he beheld with a cool shade of dispassion. Not long had he lived in their midst; previously a traveller led by stars and the words of his grandfather, Lothaire was unused to such a culture. Perhaps, though, that was what had drawn him to Night Court: the unknown. A man of detachment and disloyalty he may have been but one entirely absent of curiosity he was not. He was an observant, a watcher on the wall but a man lacking in morals all the same. One character in particular caught Lothaire's blackened reptilian gaze: the man they called Reichenbach. A light that was both cold and brief flickered in those eyes; his interest caught like cloth on a nail. Aside from Rhen whom had welcomed him into Night Court's ranks, Lothaire was yet to trade words with a single member; a choice that was certainly deliberate on his part (solitude had always been his favourite song) but word of this warrior had reached him on the newborn air. His python-marked head lifted skywards almost involuntarily, signposting his simmering desire: what secrets did this sable man hide between his teeth? What had he seen? What horrors consumed his heart? Colours flashed behind Lothaire's eyes - the answers were but a crocodilian smile away. ooc: Lo is currently just stood staring at Reich /cough creep alert
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