GENESIS
08-20-2013, 11:26 PM
Either The King had been mistaken or the spine-tickling wail of a misplaced child had barely managed to meet his lobes, ears flicking in apparent disbelief as elegant skull would raise; seeking so curiously the scent of the pathetic caller. It seemed his broods lingered close, the recognizable perfumes of several women clouding any hope of the king further analysing who, or rather what, had decided to weep so infant-like from nearby. Surely a lost child could not have ventured so far on its own? Limbs would guide the angel from his shelter beneath the pines, paws wading through plentiful grasses at a resolute trot; eagerness evident as the incandescent fiend would so curiously seek the location of his women and this little stranger. Thus, crowded by the bodies of four eager ladies the child would be barely visible between the limbs of his broody audience, so feeble and diminutive against the adults that wavered his presence. Isardis would sound his arrival only by the rolling of loose chuckles, sauntering so bemusedly towards the assembly, half expecting them to move from his way so he could assess the situation. ?I?m surprised the vultures haven?t picked the flesh from his feeble bones by now,? the albino would chuckle once more, cunning smirk twitching his lips as he gazed so half-heartedly down at the tiny lamb, ?Although I suppose he isn?t much of a meal.? |