I am not my own

*Kristoffer* · 06-04-2014, 03:37 PM

The Armada Prince was of grace and elegance. Each stride was met with a wave of cobalt fur that glided. His jewelry was illuminated within the light above. The mans necklace shone with such a wonderful hue of blue and silver. The peices seemed to be made for the man. He would find himself within the fern gully once again. His massive paws carried his weight through the brush with ease. He had not much on his mind. Though, he was always up to no good. He was now a warrior for the pack of Covari, it was his new home. He felt as if eyes were on him. But, he brushed off the weird feeling. Hopefully it was not a symptom of the illness that flew through the lands. The noble boy had no time for sickness, nor death. Sick was not a good look for him. Kristoffer had an aura of power and strength, not sick and bleeding eyes. It would not do. Kris rolled his broad shoulders as he trotted through the gully. His eyes swept through the area with a lack of urgency, but curiosity. Though, as his silver orbs met the body of a fae he slowed and smiled. The boy put on his pretty face and tilted his head. A clear of his throat would be heard as the boy slid to her with such elegance and power. "Greetings, my speckled darling." He was blessed with a silver tongue, and it was obvious in those moments.

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