there are worse things I could do
08-08-2013, 11:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2013, 11:10 PM by Isardis.)
The King would saunter with rising purpose, ruby gaze so fixated, so obsessively following the lurking form of a charcoal marked babe; the sickening stench of male, so invasive to cherry nostrils, clawing his lungs like sanity-thirsty parasites. Originally the scent would be unwelcomed, the distant amble of the youthful beast encouraging no more than a defensive scowl. Though more recently, the waltzing King would grow thankful; thirsty gaze preying upon the creature with sudden realisation, welcoming the imprudent fiend to his kingdom with eager arms. Was the babe aware of the trap he had fallen victim to, or would he be cluelessly stranded in a world of unwanted duty, forever bound by missile-armed law? Seemingly unaware of the distance between the pair, the youth would pause short of the borders; pallid marked skull raising to announce his arrival, to beckon an unfamiliar king to his company. Hungrily, Isardis would comply with the lamb?s wishes, moving at a resolute lope towards the unfamiliar; despite his rapid pace, a thoughtful and elegant seamlessness were still evident within ever stride, extended tail dragging lush grassland in his wake. He would pause no more than two meters from the male, precision-instilled halt ending in the thoughtful shifting of his weight. Isardis himself were large at thirty seven inches, but this babe had surprised him; for such youth, he bore significant height. Perhaps he would be more useful than Isardis had initially planned. ?Ah, a lamb of future war, no?? he would sway lightly, brittle smirk creasing cherry lips, ?I could have used a boy of your stature some time ago. I do so hope you had planned on staying?? |