After the Night When I Wake Up [PACK HUNT]
12-26-2014, 07:32 PM
She had known his mother beneath the vague existence of seeking eyes; perhaps, one of the first ever women of Isardis, Euphrosyne was no unfamiliar to those who had discovered Glaciem in its earliest days. Though he did not wear the pale sallow of her skin, Drashiel’s flesh boasted of fine Armada-typical-steel accompanied by the gentle reminder of his mother’s genes – tanning beyond the stretches of his handsome points. She approaches cautiously; shoulders lowered above bowed joints, submission evident within the under-coil of tawny tail and sewn ears. Silently she offers her brother ( and King ) her assistance, golden-paved gaze glancing if but momentarily beyond the emeralds of his gape. |