regnumverus
"A realm so vast had once been our own, yet the smell... it is different." Heels clicked heavily upon wooden flooring, Silverlance's digits wrapped tightly around the handle of a dripping, bloodied blade. The other hand was still, a long spear held within it that had an equal helping of the thin, crimson lacquer. "I had no intention of killing them, surely you must understand. When I am met with steel, I intend to answer it the same."
Golden eyes swerved to meet the face of a proud, Elven King. They bore the same long, platinum coloured hair and a complexion that might rival the moon. Both called themselves to be of the Elven people, yet both were as different as the sky and ocean. Having no intentions of appearing as a sycophant, Prince Nuada lowered the blades of his weapons, perfectly well aware of the encroaching guard at his back. He would 'dispatch' them if he must.
"I had hoped that we would come to be friends, yet I do not even know your name," He paused, allowing curious eyes to take in the amazing architecture of his surroundings, "...or your world."
