Hayvyn spread his wings out, arching his back slightly as his eyes swept over the group of wizards once more. Dar managed to sneak a glance at his father, noting the fact his eyes were more of an orangey color. The king was uncertain of himself, and it showed. At least, to those who knew him.
Still, the monarch was doing a good job at concealing his uncertainty from the intruders as he sneered a little in contempt. Generations of fighting and slander had trained the best of them to be prejudiced and bigoted against the more delicate race.
"You have come for peace. For some reason, your government has deemed each of you worthy of being here." A flex of large dusky wings sent him propelling though the air to land before the group of witches and wizards. His clothes, built for convenience and compatibility with his lifestyle, swirled around his ankles as he stalked the apparent leader of the group- the scarhead. The man didn't look frightened like Dar had hoped though. Instead, he stood his ground and even managed a faint smile for the king.
"This group of witches and wizards who stand behind me have each been selected because of their individual talents and abilities. As agreed before we came, we will be fully integrated into your society for the next 5 months, to be used as you please." Hayvyn grunted as if surprised.
"Very well then." Without turning, he called to his son.
"Dar!" Dar's head snapped around from where he had been subtly eyeing the redhead. "Show these... Humans... To the Land Bound quarters." The king finally turned partially towards his son and his eyes flicked contemptuously to his injured wing. Dar’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded stiffly. His own eyes flashed at his father as he passed.
“Follow me, then.” He murmured to the group with a nod to their leader.
.....We'll play a game that never sours.
The one we call the waiting game:
It makes the hours all the same.
You should be warned, I'm about to post a bunch of stuff that can't really be defined as cute. Creepy would be far more accurate actually. Maybe you've heard of "Slender Man"?
I should have some cuter stuff to post after though. :)
When the mist filters in
When the church declares her sin
Will you brave knight be there?
With the wind in your hair
And the truth in your eyes.
Will you fight?
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