Dawning.

*Isardis* · 01-30-2014, 06:16 AM

isardis

As an albino, one would learn to be a night-creature, and more strongly a morning-bird. The midday sun was consistently good for causing a brittle, burning ambiance to such pale skin; his resting usually done during the heat of the day, while his patrols resumed when the sun started to fall and the heat to ease. The snow never truly helped, at first it felt unlikely to be burned, but one soon came to learn such pale surfacing only reflected and accentuate light source. Isardis was near religious when it came to avoiding the sun, and a few individuals had soon learnt to recognise his preferations for the dark. It was unlikely Sin was one of them, alas the boy had still managed to grasp his attentions, and casually the King would yield to the demand for attention.

Coral paws easing silently against thinning vegetation, a lightness within his stride that allowed a stealth as no other. However the King was not one to hide himself away, and so still he would waltz with a arrogance and pride. For a moment he believed Sin had shuddered himself away, tucked tail and left the premises, and yet it hardly seemed to be in his character; soon confirmed as Isardis would spot him loitering within the dark overcuts of a cliff-ledge. ?Come now boy, you aren?t so foul you need to conceal away from your own blood,? but it was a sarcastic attempt at taunt, cunning desire twitching cherry lips with pleasure as he stopped and waited, somewhat impatiently.

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