Post by skullwhite on Sept 17, 2007 22:27:22 GMT -5
Ryder Munro stood as one awkward with their own movements. In truth, he was not yet fully familliar with the form he now wore. His usual form was a bit taller and leaner than this average frame. He was as uncomfortable as one caught in a lie. As a matter of fact, everything about the man was a lie. His name was a lie, his appearance was a lie, but perhaps, the biggest lie of all is told by the writer who discribes him as a man. In truth, he was the kelpie, Skullwhite.
He stood in the head master's office of the school, bold as brass in his faerie glamour. Gone was his usual crop of silvery-grayish hair, gone were the gold-green eyes that reminded one of a sunlit river beneath a canopy of leaves. Instead, his hair was now black as coal, besides the few white streaks that lent the illusion of age. The eyes too were darkened to a sharp brown, the lines of false age not keeping them from looking about the room, as if taking in all the details they could find. They finally settled on the man the kelpie had come to see.
"Headmaster Windwaltz, I bid you good evening. I come to you now only in my in most dire need. I know you have no reason to help me, but I believe you to be a good man. I need to hide. I tell you alone that I am not who I appear to be. I request only that you allow me to teach here under my assumed identity, and that you tell no one of this. I will devote my energies to teaching as well as any other teacher you could hire. Please sir, if you are half as kind as your reputation portends, grant me my request," he pleaded, most sincere in his expression.
This was one of his last options. If this so-called ministry were rounding up the Lycans and Vampires, as he had gathered, how long would it be before they disturbed the Fae? He bristled mentally at the thought, keeping his countenance and posture composed. Not only that, but he had heard rumors of ex-Shadows in Drakborough. He daren't go anywhere near where one of them might recognize him as a betrayer of that organization. Even with his glamour, there would still be those who would connect the dots if he stayed their too long.
Really, the only options he had were for Windwaltz to accept his request, or for him to return to the wood and await the interference of these mortals. Neither seemed a good option for him, as he hated being at anyone else's mercy, but he couldn't stray far from the Shining Lake, at least not until the healing or his scarred eye was complete, and who knew how many decades that would take? He hoped beyond reason that this Windwaltz would see him in a favorable light.
He stood in the head master's office of the school, bold as brass in his faerie glamour. Gone was his usual crop of silvery-grayish hair, gone were the gold-green eyes that reminded one of a sunlit river beneath a canopy of leaves. Instead, his hair was now black as coal, besides the few white streaks that lent the illusion of age. The eyes too were darkened to a sharp brown, the lines of false age not keeping them from looking about the room, as if taking in all the details they could find. They finally settled on the man the kelpie had come to see.
"Headmaster Windwaltz, I bid you good evening. I come to you now only in my in most dire need. I know you have no reason to help me, but I believe you to be a good man. I need to hide. I tell you alone that I am not who I appear to be. I request only that you allow me to teach here under my assumed identity, and that you tell no one of this. I will devote my energies to teaching as well as any other teacher you could hire. Please sir, if you are half as kind as your reputation portends, grant me my request," he pleaded, most sincere in his expression.
This was one of his last options. If this so-called ministry were rounding up the Lycans and Vampires, as he had gathered, how long would it be before they disturbed the Fae? He bristled mentally at the thought, keeping his countenance and posture composed. Not only that, but he had heard rumors of ex-Shadows in Drakborough. He daren't go anywhere near where one of them might recognize him as a betrayer of that organization. Even with his glamour, there would still be those who would connect the dots if he stayed their too long.
Really, the only options he had were for Windwaltz to accept his request, or for him to return to the wood and await the interference of these mortals. Neither seemed a good option for him, as he hated being at anyone else's mercy, but he couldn't stray far from the Shining Lake, at least not until the healing or his scarred eye was complete, and who knew how many decades that would take? He hoped beyond reason that this Windwaltz would see him in a favorable light.