The Devils Staircase [joining]
12-12-2013, 04:26 AM
The boy would initiate a motionless strut, an ego overwhelming his bodice that was barely deserving of such a proud stature. Immediately Isardis would grow wary, uncertain, defensive; coral ears flicking back to hug the dainty slopes of his pale scalp, rubies narrowing upon the boy with scrutinizing doubt. Surely he had not covered himself in blood? How foul. Coat would threaten to bristle, and yet Isardis? mind would confide within a confidence of his abilities; yes this boy was a threat, but he didn?t truly have anything to worry about, did he? A reputation was earned, and for good reasons. Roman would come to brush his side, and the albino would find himself leaning into her presence, assuring her of his approval. Something sinister stirred within his amber gaze, and Isardis wasn?t entirely sure how he felt about that just yet. Though his last choice of words would prove somewhat shocking, and just as likely; though The King wasn?t sure he would believe such a claim, at least not upon first meeting, ?And what makes you think I would want you here?? posture would rise, ?It is not your place to ask the questions here boy, regardless of your blood.? |