Profile PHIM-056: Ingólfr Sveinn, Crestfallen Admiral

His large leathery wings twitched and Ingólfr moves slightly in his spot he claimed and created a nest off in a corner of Elysium. Under two oldened trees of silver flaked wood pleaching above to create a nice comfortable shady spot to rest in, a pile of stolen yet crumbled feathers and cloud white leaves layer the golden grass underneath him. He lay curled up with his tail tucked neatly under his front claws and his wings relaxed over his body. His head rests on top his relaxed arms. With e...

Tilting his body to the side, Ingólfr stretched his wings out fully and let the air glide under them. The skies were their perfect baby blue and gold hued clouds looked more inviting than ever. His body rippled through the air and every so often he'd into dip a cloud to disperse it and watch as it wafts into more tiny pieces. He chuckled, the golden specs tickling alongside his body and sliding through the vapor spots. Every morning and afternoon Ingólfr take to the skies after his s...