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B A D W O L F || Any - Gryffen - 07-19-2017 a ghost in the darkness. The wraith was growing restless. Each day passes and the shadows call longingly to him, encouraging him to return to their cool embrace. The darkness beckons with a curved finger, speculating. Wondering. Waiting. Still, he bides his time. He knows that glory will come to those that are patient, the reward will be ever sweeter for it. He collects bright minds that hold the same razor edge as he. It’s a vast collection. Monsters that can not never be tamed, bored sorceresses that are tired of the stale minutes of life, the youth who have a taste of power and want to see it grow. They are all so different but they are all bonded by a single black thread. The same one connected to the darkness that calls them forward, reminding them it’s still there. Waiting. Peace can only last for so long. There is no good without evil, no light without dark. They all know this. It’s the way the world has always worked, always had and would always be long after his bones had crumbled into dust. Peace was but a gray area in a world of black and white. It never lasts. Some had a harder time accepting this but those in his line of work, so to speak, they knew better. The sooner you acknowledge it, the easier it would be. This new world was not so different from the last. The kingdoms had different names and landscapes but it didn’t change what they were. It didn’t make them invincible. Didn’t make them special or protected. So many rulers were quiet, “so stale” said the whispers in the forest. So many weak, ripe for the picking. Their subjects smiled on the outside but on the inside they were just as restless as the ghost. They waited with bated breath for the next storm to come. They could deny it but boredom does funny things to people. He smiles to himself, soon. Cloaked by the cool shade of the forest canopy, he drifts lightly between trees. The forest had become familiar to him, not so unlike the Chamber in a way. The ghost doesn’t leave it often unless he needs to pick up another trinket here or there. Needs to place a whisper in someone’s ear. Needs to scope out the terrain, eyes burning brightly with the heat of his great plans. An insanely patient man, he has waited so long. How many years had he spent in exile, a disgraced Chamber prince? Eventually Kennedy had died and he had returned, the wait had been worth the reward. Again and again, he bit his tongue. Waited and watched. But even he grew impatient now and again. Now his patience was waning. The woods were spitting out so many faces of old, the dark magic emulating from them weaving through the trunks, mingling. The woods are almost suffocated by the presence of such animosity. Their patience was waning too. Soon, he thinks. Soon. Gryffen RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Dynast - 07-20-2017 I have lingered for nearly a year. Pacing the whitewashed beaches - of a land I don't remember it's name - on which I was left upon. She was gone. She was not coming back. I must accept this and move on with my life. Dynast Friends with the Monsters RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Gryffen - 08-16-2017 a ghost in the darkness. Many names had been lost to him over time. He had long ago forgotten the names of some of his children, most had never been brought to his attention. The concept of a great grand child was not even a thought in his mind. However when he sees the burning red eyes of the filly slipping through the trees, it gives him pause. Now granted there were plenty these days that held those trademark eyes and it did not instantly mean a relation. Yet something about her gives him pause. She seeks comfort from the storm. Here only a few droplets of rain find their way through the thick canopy above. There is a hardness in her face, strange for someone so young. Her coat is caked with mud, a hot mess that’s conveniently found it’s way to him. He knows what to do with such a gift. From the shadows of thick trees he finally emerges, flickering coals instantly grabbing the crimson gaze of the foal. He is unaware of her special power, one that he’s never encountered and would take great creativity to exploit in the woods, but the familiar hue of her eyes is enough. Yellowed teeth are exposed as white lips pull back, neck snaking out to plant a sharp nip on her shoulder as he throws himself in her path. ”Follow me.” He snarls softly, meaning to claim her as his own. Another protege, another new follower for the dark world to come. Gryffen @[Dynast] RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Dynast - 08-20-2017 The darkness within the confines of the forests embraces me. Instantly I feel at home. Though I am clueless to why. I have never had a home so how would I know how one feels. A quick shake of my patterned coat relieves me slightly. This place was much different than the beaches I had been left upon. The dampness here had a chill not a warmth that sent a shiver radiating from the depths of your chest and down your spine. Scarlett eyes dance from shadow to shadow. Little do I know what I am about to see... Dynast Friends with the Monsters @[Gryffen] RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Gryffen - 08-31-2017 look what you made me do. She does not flinch from him even as his teeth pinch her skin. Defiant, calm. Her glittering red eyes matching his own as she grins up at him and refuses to move. Pertinent. Perhaps he will break her, perhaps she has better uses. ”Does it matter?” Sharp words laced with threat despite the amusement that lingers on pale lips. A snap from his tangled stained tail against snowy haunches, considering her options. ”You are following the King of a kingdom I destroyed. Keep testing my patience and you’ll find out how.” A snap of stained teeth, prodding and teasing her as he prowls around her. They all blamed him anyways so might as well use it to his advantage. They both know she’s grossly outmatched. If he has too, he will glamour her with that she desires most. A manipulative type of magic that worked wonders in expelling useful information. A toss of his head, gesturing with his muzzle that he was no longer playing games. Time to go. Gryffen Figured I would catch it up to current timeline lol RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Dynast - 09-01-2017 He dances around me and my question. Does it matter... A smirk curls my ebony lips as only my eyes follow his movements. Words snapping like jaws of a rabid canine with a tinge of amusement. His answer - not answer - catches my interest. I pry for more info as I step in the direction he motions to, "And why would a King destroy his kingdom?" This confuses me but makes me wish to learn more. Dynast Friends with the Monsters @[Gryffen] RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Modicum Mortem - 09-02-2017 Modicum Mortem They all float… RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Gryffen - 09-06-2017 look what you made me do. ”Sometimes the best way to punish your enemies is to take away what they love most.” The interest is sparked and she willing follows him now. It never took much, just dangle the bait and they always take it. Using his magic wasn’t always necessary, most were willing to lay out their cards. Some were just easy to read. They begged to be manipulated, to be used, to blossom to their full potential. It never had to be said, it was told in the glint of the eye, the toss of a forelock, a sigh. ”More curious is why you were alone in the forest.” An ear ticks to the side, catching a sound in the distance. He doesn’t turn his head but continues to move deeper within the woods with the foal behind him. One doesn’t need magic to know when they are being followed. For now he says nothing to the silent stalker, biding his time to see what he would do. He is nimble, easily finding his way over earthy roots and fallen trunks. He had never thought of his shortness as a burden, it had always worked to his advantage. It hadn’t stopped him from killing or winning fights. His plan is to find Thana and bring the foal to her. Perhaps let her work her diabolical madness on the foal first before getting his hands completely on her. A soft whistle pierces the incoming darkness, a call for his companion to meet them halfway. Best to have a little backup when he finally calls out whoever has been following him… Gryffen @[Thana] @[Dynast] @[Modicum Mortem] BTW I'm afraid of clowns and your html terrifies me hahaha RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Dynast - 09-06-2017 His explanation intruiges me. The thought indulges my young mind. To destroy your enemies, take from them what they love most. It made sense to me. Given I was a pawn once... Dynast Friends with the Monsters @[Gryffen] and Morty but I don't know off the top of my head how to spell it so I can tag you lol sry RE: B A D W O L F || Any - Thana - 09-07-2017 THANA. (as black as your soul) She is never far. When his voice reaches her, her interest is piqued – he did not often call if he did not have something of interest to say, or something of substance to bring to her attention. She is roused from the tranquility of her solitude, as her long and agile legs lift her lithe and slender canine body from the dampened soil, searching the frigidity of the gentle breeze for a trace of his scent. He is seeking her, a wraith stark and bright against the darkness of the vegetation, while she, a shadow personified, carries herself through the thicket with deft precision. She does not remain a wolf – her swift and prowling stride is soon little more than a saunter, as her legs elongate, giving way to her natural equine bone structure. Her gaze, nonetheless, is the same, two-toned and searching the seemingly endless darkness of the woodland, while thick fog envelopes her in its icy chill. Her soft and downy fur is soon sleek and flattened over the length of her sloping spine, as her shapely and muscled legs carry her deeper into the forest, his voice soft and echoing somewhere within. It does not take her long to find him. And when she does, he is not alone – and there is a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, and a glint of mischief shining in her single, dreary gray eye. Her once tousled mane lay damply across the slender curve of her neck, where droplets of rain trickle down her column, falling into the ridges where muscle and tissue lay across the canvas of her bones. She does not go to him, though she yearns to press her skin flush against his own and to pluck the vegetation entangled once again within his pale tresses. Rather, she is still and breathless before him, while her gaze hungrily searches his own, longing to know why he had called her from the shadows. There is a quiet stirring of giddiness within the roiling pit of her belly as her empty, soulless black eye roves over the youth following behind him, anxious and eager to know of what is on her wraith King’s mind – all the while aware that somewhere hidden away within the copse of pine trees beyond him, someone was watching. @[Gryffen] @[Dynast] @[Modicum Mortem] |