08-29-2016, 12:27 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Why he doesn’t expect her wary response to his approach he doesn’t know. You would think he would be used to it by now, the Chamber had a lingering scent of pine that was far too distinct to be ignored. It also had a terrible reputation and it seemed it was not something even the King could abandon at this point- old habits die the hardest.
His glassy green eyes watch as the dark colored woman backs into the trees, trying her best to mold herself into the shadow and cover they provided. It may have worked in the warmer months when the trunks held leafy branches instead of naked limbs and bare brown bark. Not a shred of moss lingered on the rough surface of the wooden spires, they were all terribly stark and quiet against the snow. Though now as he watches her tremble he isn’t sure if even the leafiest bramble would have hidden her, instead she would likely have sent the bush quaking and given herself away within moments.
He sighed as she looked him over just as he had done to her seconds before. His own eyes were curious, taking in information and noting her condition. Hers though, hers were different her stare was uncertain as if she expecting something or someone else. “Very well, Calleis of nowhere,” no where, not likely but he wouldn’t press the issue. “It seems as though you were expecting someone else? Sorry to disappoint.” Not that he had a moment to inquire further just yet, another was already approaching and the scent of the Dale rushed into his lungs with a fervor. The man to join was the purest porcelain, even greater and more a white than the snow on which Killdare stood. Gold kissed his points and great wings folded against his back and the Chamber King gave a nod as the small duo became a trio.
Without a name he began offering his home as well, starting with ‘Who’ but quickly deciding against whatever was to follow. “Perhaps you would like somewhere besides ‘no where’ to stay?”Now it was up to her, the rounded dark female before them and all Killdare could do was wait.
His glassy green eyes watch as the dark colored woman backs into the trees, trying her best to mold herself into the shadow and cover they provided. It may have worked in the warmer months when the trunks held leafy branches instead of naked limbs and bare brown bark. Not a shred of moss lingered on the rough surface of the wooden spires, they were all terribly stark and quiet against the snow. Though now as he watches her tremble he isn’t sure if even the leafiest bramble would have hidden her, instead she would likely have sent the bush quaking and given herself away within moments.
He sighed as she looked him over just as he had done to her seconds before. His own eyes were curious, taking in information and noting her condition. Hers though, hers were different her stare was uncertain as if she expecting something or someone else. “Very well, Calleis of nowhere,” no where, not likely but he wouldn’t press the issue. “It seems as though you were expecting someone else? Sorry to disappoint.” Not that he had a moment to inquire further just yet, another was already approaching and the scent of the Dale rushed into his lungs with a fervor. The man to join was the purest porcelain, even greater and more a white than the snow on which Killdare stood. Gold kissed his points and great wings folded against his back and the Chamber King gave a nod as the small duo became a trio.
Without a name he began offering his home as well, starting with ‘Who’ but quickly deciding against whatever was to follow. “Perhaps you would like somewhere besides ‘no where’ to stay?”Now it was up to her, the rounded dark female before them and all Killdare could do was wait.
KILLDARE
King of the Chamber
