Don't Play With Fire Or You WILL Get Burned...
01-10-2014, 05:19 AM
Rumours were heavy upon blushed ears, faint talk that the new-comer, his ?son? was a beacon of flaming pride; a pride perhaps, which he may not wholly deserve. And so when the unfamiliar?s stench would plead for attendance, reaching and grasping eager naires with a sickening sense of self-worth, Isardis would not hesitate to give the boy exactly what he so silently cried for; if not more. Roman, his daughter, was his Overseer; and a dedicated one at that, everything he had asked of her she was capable of. In her short time in Glaciem she had managed to achieve more at thrice the speeds of any other offspring; welcoming new members and denying as fit. He would lay his pulsating heart against a table of stone, risk a knife to the throat to hold her trust, to keep her safe, and he would believe every word she let fall from pale lips. The things she spoke? To watch her arrived sibling, this ?Sin?, for he announced a false dominance over her in a way only the foolish would muster. Isardis wanted to test him, to dare him to make a false move; to push the boy until he snapped, and when he did, he wanted to know what he was made of. But all in due time. With the silence and elegance matched by none the albino ghoul would seek; waltzing seamlessly amidst a landscape stained of pallid brilliances. A salmon tongue would uncurl at the moisture heavy upon coral jowls, pale ears held loosely against the tapers of his hadsome skull. Perfection to every bone, and as dangerous as he was appealing; Isardis was not intimidated by the unwise parade the blood-stained boy so exuded. He had yet to prove himself worthy of care. Only when he wished would The King uncoil from his seclusion, weaving between snowy pines to stand a few meters in front of the pale boy; dominance evident in the structure he maintained. ?I hear your arrogance is far larger than your abilities, boy,? oh what a cunning plan he held, lips light with an ominous smirking of pleasure. |