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Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
Lacking fur. Lacking scales, even. Iorix had begun to hear such curious rumors of late; even found himself musing a little on their credence. It would not be the first time he'd heard of such creatures, but each time he had, they were said to reside in kingdoms well outside the borders of those few he knew of. Certainly, well outside this Ustol Kingdom he'd lived in all his life; ever so familiar with the sounds of chatter, of the occasional banging hammer, or slow clacking of a gear. A place he himself wished to protect enough that he'd worked his way up to royal guard a few years prior... though his duties as such were not terribly frequent. The more long-standing guards took the sides of the King and Queen; he, meanwhile, was free much of the time, when there was not travel to accommodate more guards for.
But the ivory-scaled naga certainly was not without occasional interruptions to his musings... nor without a slight grumble as one of his compatriots pointedly waved him over to a small alley, to speak in whispered tones.
"You are requested at the heir's ship. Just don't tell anyone; not yet," the shorter, canine-like guard spoke, drawing a confused expression from the naga before darting off back to his other work. A ship rarely touched; occasionally used for small transport, and to, supposedly, 'keep other kingdoms wondering'. Not a place Iorix had ever been, though his eyes had wandered to it on some occasions in the past. Why there? Why him? Not that such thoughts would stop the pure and simple line of duty as the naga started to slither along, his thinner form making good for slipping easily through the crowds... though he always had to take care for his tail all the same. A simple trip to the almost towering castle, the respectful gestures he received as someone of higher standing. Through the halls, up to the path toward the platform normally sealed off by guards.... though even they were quick to step aside and allow him passage, to the extent that one came into step beside him, toward the somewhat smaller, but fairly sleek, airship.
"Sir Iorix of the royal guard, come to greet the royal family!" the guard called out after opening the doorway to the well-decorated interior, only to step back to depart and allow the naga in alone. A light bow of his head to the King and Queen as his eyes fell upon them, a slight motion of his lips as if to speak... before rather distinctively pausing, his eyes coming to fall and fix on a figure, indeed, lacking in fur or scales. Of course he'd heard the few, whispered rumors... but he'd not expected them to be true, nor to be here.
But the ivory-scaled naga certainly was not without occasional interruptions to his musings... nor without a slight grumble as one of his compatriots pointedly waved him over to a small alley, to speak in whispered tones.
"You are requested at the heir's ship. Just don't tell anyone; not yet," the shorter, canine-like guard spoke, drawing a confused expression from the naga before darting off back to his other work. A ship rarely touched; occasionally used for small transport, and to, supposedly, 'keep other kingdoms wondering'. Not a place Iorix had ever been, though his eyes had wandered to it on some occasions in the past. Why there? Why him? Not that such thoughts would stop the pure and simple line of duty as the naga started to slither along, his thinner form making good for slipping easily through the crowds... though he always had to take care for his tail all the same. A simple trip to the almost towering castle, the respectful gestures he received as someone of higher standing. Through the halls, up to the path toward the platform normally sealed off by guards.... though even they were quick to step aside and allow him passage, to the extent that one came into step beside him, toward the somewhat smaller, but fairly sleek, airship.
"Sir Iorix of the royal guard, come to greet the royal family!" the guard called out after opening the doorway to the well-decorated interior, only to step back to depart and allow the naga in alone. A light bow of his head to the King and Queen as his eyes fell upon them, a slight motion of his lips as if to speak... before rather distinctively pausing, his eyes coming to fall and fix on a figure, indeed, lacking in fur or scales. Of course he'd heard the few, whispered rumors... but he'd not expected them to be true, nor to be here.