old is your soul.

He was not the first one to arrive, but this simple fact did not deter the king from what were his obvious goal; ridding his domain of the sneaking heathen. A rough growl resonated in the depths of his chest and his shoulders seemed to roll with each stride taken by him. Head was lowered over his breast and like a leviathan he curled around the rocks and the caves-winding and twisting until he made his way alongside Virgil. He aims to press his shoulder against her hip and that is the end of his affection. The isabelline woman has caught his attention, but in ways that are not entirely certain. He enjoys their rivalry more than he enjoys anything else about her. She, to him, is what he expects Eos is to everyone else--thus her ability to so easily enamour him.

"Amenti. And it's mine. I would expect you have a better reason to pass my borders than a damned bit of cold," Snow was the reason she said she had surpassed the borders set up by him? he was aware of the fact he had an odd peice of land...a small almost plateau that was risen from the snow into a massive cave system, but it was hard to miss the scents that were so seemingly engraved into the very stone upon which they stood. Eyes were scrutinizing and distrusting and he only wrinkled his nose and continued to pointedly glare, "Interest is not something I'll provide to you, Elpraxia. I don't intend on luring you in," He was far more in depth with himself.