His wings laid folded on his back, glimmering over the gold tunic that sat on his body. He was older, he looked like he had seen war. His black hair was long on his shoulders, and his full beard was closing the view to his once gleaming and hopeful smile.<br/><br/>He was scribbling something in a journal, his eyes of electric green following the black, ancient writing. He heard the wind come bellowing into his kingdom and stopped. Strange. He hadn't heard that noise for a while. He looked up, quill set down, and turned in time to see the bell that occupied his chamber glow bright. It dinged one, sweet charm and remained silent. But the glow easy ever present.<br/><br/>He watched, eyes wide and couldn't help but give a small smile. In that, his eyes twinkled, his cheeks grew warm... but in that moment, it disappeared.<br/><br/>"I don't have time for this." He grumbled. He touched his hand to his beard, a visible scar cut deep into the top of his hand.<br/><br/>He sighed, he knew his duties as well as the girl who imprinted the marking. He left his chambers in preperation to arrive in the human world.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-N900V using Tapatalk