Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 14:24:59 GMT -5
One Aemrys Llewelyn Cadag.
One tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous man. Aemrys is clearly a Cadag.
He’s build well enough at 6”1 with rounded shoulders and nicely toned biceps and abs, he is a lithe and agile man of the mountains. Rys is an active sort of man, which sort of explained what he was doing today, who works hard to maintain a good, fit and athletic physique but keeps himself agile and places a greater importance on speed and balance than bull-like strength. His gait is straight and proud and he often carries a charisma about himself as he moves with the maturity and arrogance of a well-battled warrior. Today those piercing blue eyes and soft curls in his hair – that he inherited from his mother – found themselves curiously looking up into the sky.
Oh those eyes. Typically beautiful, they sparkle and dance with a wicked sense of life and soul. There is something intelligent and kind in those beautiful blue eyes of his, that seem to stand out all the more for his dark chocolate coloured hair.
The man was bare footed, and with loose trousers and a black shirt covering his frame. Though the shirt was open and rolled up at the sleeves. Spinning in his hand, was a long wooden pole. It was a practice pole; nearly 7 foot long but blunt though it would still crack a painful hit. Rys was letting off steam. So much had pent up inside of him of late that he had decided to let off some steam. The man moved like lightening, through a serious of complicated movements, oblivious that the sun was beginning to set all around him.
The sky turned orange, setting his silhouette on fire.
Finally, the boy came to a stop. The butt of the polearm at his feet, eyes closed, head bowed, panting a little as he seemed to slow in time. A void, a peace, a freedom overwhelming him and he suddenly had no need for movement…
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Mariette Deveraux
One tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous man. Aemrys is clearly a Cadag.
He’s build well enough at 6”1 with rounded shoulders and nicely toned biceps and abs, he is a lithe and agile man of the mountains. Rys is an active sort of man, which sort of explained what he was doing today, who works hard to maintain a good, fit and athletic physique but keeps himself agile and places a greater importance on speed and balance than bull-like strength. His gait is straight and proud and he often carries a charisma about himself as he moves with the maturity and arrogance of a well-battled warrior. Today those piercing blue eyes and soft curls in his hair – that he inherited from his mother – found themselves curiously looking up into the sky.
Oh those eyes. Typically beautiful, they sparkle and dance with a wicked sense of life and soul. There is something intelligent and kind in those beautiful blue eyes of his, that seem to stand out all the more for his dark chocolate coloured hair.
The man was bare footed, and with loose trousers and a black shirt covering his frame. Though the shirt was open and rolled up at the sleeves. Spinning in his hand, was a long wooden pole. It was a practice pole; nearly 7 foot long but blunt though it would still crack a painful hit. Rys was letting off steam. So much had pent up inside of him of late that he had decided to let off some steam. The man moved like lightening, through a serious of complicated movements, oblivious that the sun was beginning to set all around him.
The sky turned orange, setting his silhouette on fire.
Finally, the boy came to a stop. The butt of the polearm at his feet, eyes closed, head bowed, panting a little as he seemed to slow in time. A void, a peace, a freedom overwhelming him and he suddenly had no need for movement…
~~
Mariette Deveraux