Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

In her hatred the once most vile and evil queen had used her strength to summon a beast from the depths of hell. She used this creature, to bear a child whom twisted by her magic turned out to be a diminutive male in comparison to his mothers dark and domineering nature. Soft pale flesh, silken hair pure and white, eyes of deep amber almost like glowing topaz. The creature held such a feminine frame that he was oft dressed in ambiguous clothing just so she could tease people. It however, was the added features of a pair of glowing horns that made known his darker birthing. Deep obsidian swirled with a crimson not unlike fresh pulsing blood pierced through his skull and pointed skyward. Shards of the crystalline build made their way along his forehead, appearing as estranged jewelry that faded into eyes seeming to hold a natural mascara. A stature of only five foot and four inches left him small in comparison to his peers many of whom bore ill towards him only because of whom his mother was. Yet, the creature cared little as he walked upon the ground. A long tail of white hung to his mid back around his neck tendrils of red leather rested to form an estranged necklace. He wore a loose fitting vest over a silken undershirt both black with the softest difference in shade a pair of silk trousers hung about his hips along with thick boots fit for combat. Holding said trousers was a silver belt embued with rubies and garnets. His head was held high, and he walked with the regality owed him as various servants darted past him with his things. ...Dont you dare loose my scream of hag let alone my already prepared apples. he spoke, finally leaving them as he found the stairwell. A moment of alone allowed him to relax, and he held himself against the wall taking a cleansing breath before tarrying forth. He found his door, and knocked gently before stepping inside. Instantly his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. It was beautifully Gothic, dark beautiful. He scanned the room, touching the drapes, kneeling to feel the carpet going so far as to remove his shoes so he could feel his bare feet change from soft furs to cold stone. His eyes then caught something amazing and something terrifying. ... Maleficar? he questioned, offering the other a soft bow before looking back to the bed. This was his room mate? Joy. Keeping a calm, nonchalant stare he looked towards an adjacent door and quickly wandered to peer inside. A much less opulent bed rested there perfect for the singularity that would be himself. Crafted of yew and covered in silken sheets and a large quilt made of varying furs dyed a deep crimson and stuffed with soft feathers. He let a hand grace upon the make, before turning his attention elsewhere aside from a personal desk, an array of magical equiptment rested. At least three cauldrons waited to be heated, various beakers lined a makeshift laboratory, and vials of ingredients rested on a large shelf holding everything from unicorn hair to dragon blood. Everything appeared in order, and the small male let out a sigh before once more turning his attention to the larger portion of the room. Swallowing, he set his shoes down and soon began undressing. Once he was placed into a loose fitting robe, he wandered back to where the larger more poweful creature of magic loomed. ... Sorry about that... I needed to ensure that none of my valuables were misplaced. he spoke, voice calm, steady, oddly complacent. He knew better than to over react knew better than to show his awe and mild fear. Demonic his ancestry may have been, it meant little in the face of a true arch fiend.