[anOTP - Morgana] I'm a man of wealth and taste...

[blackjewelledmale]

Now that he's had the weight of twenty-five thousand years lifted from his shoulders, Saetan has found he has also been relieved of the weight of being one of the demon-dead. He's stepping out into the sunlight, in the middle of the day, feeling the warmth of the full sunlight falling on the golden-brown skin of his face.

Morgana might spy him roaming the gardens, this tallish, lean figure in a white, open-necked shirt, loping along with an easy grace, almost wolfish in his gait, but not a predator, not entirely. He has the air of someone who could be a predator, if he needed to be, but who keeps his fangs and claws hidden and sheathed, out of deference to the folk about him...