dead white and blue
07-21-2014, 09:44 PM
His ruby gaze will almost threaten to roll upon the wholly misinformed lyrics of his son, though potential shone shallow beneath his lips, Vereux still failed miserably to understand his father?s reasoning. Isardis? coral towers would flicker in a narrow frustration, pale lashes fluttering in the tapered realisations of the alpha duo?s lack of experience. He is far from impressed, curled tail tapping with irritated rhythm upon the snow that sustains his splaying toes. Sparse Pines has been his home for years, and yet now it felt his previous way of life was wholly threatened by the youth of his families knowing- or rather lack of. ?We are all damned,? it is a muttering of solemn displeasure as his hocks taper to allow his pale form to swivel, seeking to meander back in the direction he had previously come; a sparing glance cast to the stranger who had presented herself. To hell if he would be a part of a failing empire, already his names was stained by his lack of a crown; to be short lived, he was sure. ![[Image: TgW7k5D.png]](http://i.imgur.com/TgW7k5D.png) |