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*Isardis* · (This post was last modified: 11-23-2013, 11:49 PM by Isardis.)

The woman seemed somewhat amused by his temptations, his voice rolling with the harsh reality of the weakness Alacritis so openly boasted of. Even within his stern thoughts he couldn?t help but be swayed by her captivating presence, her allure so enticing to the testosterone that raged his stream. But if she was not powerful at mind, he held no desires to place his loyalty within her abilities. Her voice would come after a few moments of silence, a glimmer of hope igniting beneath his ribs as his stance seemed to square more and ears perked. A half-smirk would twitch with cunning intent, a prayer to the gods of hell, craving for the woman to build a wisdom he had presumed she lacked.

But he would be surprised, her words were one to ponder, holding a sly suggestion of cunning intelligence, and wicked plans for greatness seemed to singe behind her amethyst gaze. ?I have always believed it is the earth that revolves around The Sun, my ember,? he would sway with bliss at her acceptance, a false bond growing within his chest as he would persuade himself into a dedication of union, ?Perhaps in the same way it does The Moon.? He would dare to move closer, although confident and proud, his skull was held level with his spine as he slunk; despite his belief of a standing dominance, he would learn to respect her more so. He stood less than a meter from her now, in the hope she would not deny his proximities, weight shifting as pink nose would stretch towards the brilliance of her aura; falling barely short of contact as a flurry of his breath would speak for him, an acceptance and an approval of her decision.

The mysterious Ebony would threaten to pull his attentions, however Isardis? gaze remained fixed upon the undying sunset that blossomed in his wake. Perhaps showing little interest in Deteste until his lyrics were finally to be recognised as somewhat of an importance, hesitant rubies shifting to rest upon him. Lathered in the scars of his past, he was no strapping beast, perhaps lacking the elegance and poise Isardis so prized himself within; and yet there was an air of strength about the man as he stood in the wake of his empress, submissive and yet seeming as if he held back some form of brittle ability to overpower. A dark horse wandering amidst an ocean of lessers, his power silent and waiting. The pale King swayed, tail batting at his hocks in mild interest as flawless features would cock with curiosity, ?I have my doubts about you, Deteste, and yet something tells me I would be foolish to decline,? of course it was only natural to doubt a man he did not know, but he was willing to give way to change. ?Glaciem is as strong in power as it is in numbers, Ludicael?s safety will be well preserved against both the genetic, and trained abilities of my family and their people- provided their loyalty is as unwavering as our relentless vigour,? coral towers flickered, ?You have an agreement, however it is not set in stone until I see your progress, ebony; I do not offer my Kingdom?s support to just any man, merely with the scars to show his nameless history.?

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