Royal Bastard
Bisexual.
Single.
Elf
Authored by Rook.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 29, 2017 9:26:37 GMT
Morighan hadn't attended the Emberi kingdom ball. Mostly because he couldn't give a rats ass about dancing with a bunch of fools. But other elves had attended. And at the end when it all went to hell there had apparently been a dragon to shift. It took some digging, some greasing of palms. But eventually, he was able to get to the bottom of just who had shifted. A coach driver who went by Gertrude. Simple enough. And so he send word that he needed a coach, an escort to Cendra city. Of course, he never intended to make it that far but he needed a legitimate reason to call on her. He waited for her in the forest near a massive stone that had become a marker of sorts for travelers.
He couldn't very well meet her in the city. If something went wrong and she disappeared people would ask questions. He disliked questions. And so here he was. Casually leaned up against the massive boulder with his booted feet crossed. Tendrils of obsidian hair falling around his pointed ears from where it had been slicked back. His blue eyes peered disinterestedly down at the ground before him. He hoped this woman could be punctual. He hated waiting. His crow of course decided to come along and was perched contentedly on his left shoulder. Preening itself while on occasion looking around with bright, knowing, ruby red eyes. It made a soft sound in its throat and Mori scoffed.
"Of course I'm certain about this. I can handle a dragon." The crow made a grumbling sound and Mori reached up to unceremoniously flick it off his shoulder. "Go do something useful like tracking down Orin Frost." The bird hesitated then took flight, just in time for the sound of wooden wheels over stone to draw his gaze back to the well worn dirt road. He didn't react, just waited. Indeed he could be quite the analytical man, even his actions might say otherwise
Gertrude
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