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B A D W O L F || Brynmor - Gryffen - 06-21-2017
@[Brynmor] I thought it was time to get back together haha RE: B A D W O L F || Brynmor - Brynmor - 06-24-2017 There's none so blind as those who will not listen. Quite surprisingly, Brynmor had forgotten. When he had thought his life couldn’t get any worse, it miraculously changed for the better. And better it had gotten. He had actually lived and except for a few minor mistakes he could look back on it with a smile. A happy life. Dear lord, he sounded like he was dying already. Grimacing he shakes his pale head, unseeing eyes blinking a few times as he stares blind ahead of himself. In front of him the river flows by, front hooves slightly into the water. Brynmor’s lips are still moist from his drink. He had drank a lot, grateful that he finally had found sweet water. The grass had been lush too and for the first time in a while he had eaten himself full. From a high ranked diplomat, he was now back at where he came from. Blind, useless, a nobody. And back in his captor’s gasp. It had been years since he had last heard that voice. ”You’re going to be a spy for me and the Chamber Queen… And if you fail dear Brynmor…” The wolf had been clear in his threat. He tenses up, like the kid he once was. He had grown so much, and perhaps lost even more. Roan, Igni, Henson, Offspring, the Tundra. All he had ever loved, still loved. ”Gryffen” he replies, tone flat and dull. A bit inaccurate his head sways into the direction of the former Chamber wolf. ”Have you come to execute your threat?” After all, that was what Gryffen had promised him. ”Your death will be a most painful one.” BRYNMOR RE: B A D W O L F || Brynmor - Gryffen - 06-27-2017
RE: B A D W O L F || Brynmor - Brynmor - 07-13-2017 There's none so blind as those who will not listen. Broken, then fixed and now broken again. Or that was what he had made himself belief. Deep down, hidden somewhere within him like once the voice of his imaginary friend had been, Brynmor knew better. He just didn’t acknowledge it yet. Perhaps he never would. Maybe he just needed a little push in the right direction. ”How could I forget?” he replies, unseeing eyes staring past Gryffen in nothingness. Then, suddenly, Gryffen is all too near. The water gives him away, splashing at his legs, as Brynmor hasn’t moved from his spot a few steps into the river. His ears flick backwards and he tilts his head to move away from the touch. But it is the little nip has him backing away, stumbling to the side, ears flickering back and forth and sending water all around him. ”What makes you think that?” he asks, voice lower but collected. He owed Gryffen nothing. Brynmor blinks his unseeing eyes, his gaze swaying in the direction he suspected Gryffen was still standing. His nostrils flare widely, but his ears are flicked back insecure. ”What do you want from me?” he asks, voice shaking a bit more than what he would’ve liked. BRYNMOR RE: B A D W O L F || Brynmor - Gryffen - 07-14-2017 a ghost in the darkness. It delights him to see Brynmor stumble in the water like a clumsy child. His blank eyes searching but not seeing. The ghost stifles a laugh at his foolishness. ”Careful now, you might drown.” He drawls lazily, sending a splash his way as he kicks water forward. Perhaps he would keep edging the blind man back until he lost his footing, he doubts the fool knows how to swim. Brynmor has learned insolence while he’s been away. Tsk tsk, that won’t do. Nip that in the ass real quick. ”I would be careful if I was you…” He slowly states, a dark warning in the tone of his voice. ”You would have died on that beach if it wasn’t for me. You wouldn’t be anything if I hadn't come along.” He could have killed the stupid foal the moment he had murdered his mother. Instead, he had spared him for a life of servitude. Better then dead wasn’t it? What an ungrateful little git. There’s a slight quiver in his voice now and a wolfish grin spreads across pale lips. ”What do you call home these day Brynmor?” He slyly asks, red eyes flashing as he kicks water at him again. ”Time to come back to the fold my friend, don’t you think?.” Gryffen |