I am not my own

*Kristoffer* · 06-11-2014, 02:58 PM

He would watch her with those narrowed silver eyes. The light above flittered across the lands with such elegance. His jewelry shined within the sunlight. His bracelets complimented his dark fur that was a thick shade of ebony with a light blue on top. Though, his necklace looked stellar. The light blue gem seemed to radiate with royalty. He was made to be noble, yet at times he acted as if he was a common ally rat due to his love for pleasure and food. Though, when the speckled Princess got comfortable he did not think of using her or abusing her lady bits. He merely wanted to chat. She seemed so pure and innocent. The boy would not want to soil that when he had a thousand and one other chances to soil a new bitch. Her lovely voice filled his own dark audits. "I feel as though I should know your name." The man was surprised she did not but the reasoning seemed okay when she spoke it. "I've been out of social circles for too long it seems." The boy was tempted to elaborate but he would wait for her to continue on with her very own name and title. "I am Isolde Everlyse Adravendi-Mathias." The boy slipped through the memories of his time in Glaciem. The seige came back to him, the name Adravendi rang some bells but he did not remember much. Kristoffer titled his head, "I think my family fought against yours in this idiotic war thing over some girl named Liberty. My brother was the Pale King of the North, yet he has fallen ill and his dynasty is dwindling." Oh how he hated his brother, it was evident. But, perhaps his information would ring some bells for the little lady.

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