Xerakees

A soft breeze floated over and under on its winding path with the currents. It gently lifted and displaced a tendril of curly, golden, hair from his silky face. The curls tumbled about over pointed ears, so fine tuned that he heard things miles before they could be seen. The fairest elf in all the land stood poised on the cliff top overlooking the majestic sea. The crashing surf generated peace instead of fear, seducing all who came near into an undeniable sense of wellbeing. A royal circlet adorned his noble brow with a tear drop sapphire that appeared to trickle down his crown to meet carefully knit eyebrows, not too bushy and not too thin which dictated a peaceful expression. Slanted, cat-like, eyes gave him a look of pure serenity that beckoned with an air of confidence that none could resist. They were the most vibrant blue and deeper than all the seas in all the worlds, able to see farther than a falcon’s. The Elvin cheekbones were high like a well bred lady but masculine and strong. Smooth rippling skin, so soft flowed into lips that seemed thin yet full simultaneously. His smile was reassuring and gentle when at peace and firmly resolute when provoked. A prominent chin though not dominating completed his angelic face. Prince among princes, Xerakees floated when he walked like a feather always drifting on a puff of air. A tunic and wrap around cloak of untainted white covered his slim yet sturdy figure, and holding the billowing folds in place were a wide leather belt and an enormous, plain, round buckle. His feet were clad in the most sought after hide, which came from a platypus.