06-26-2017, 11:11 AM
god make me pay,
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
Within the darkness of Ischia’s jungle-like foliage, he festers.
He had left shortly after Kharon’s simply delightful display of masculinity, keeping to the river and it’s rushing waters to keep himself busy. And oh, he absolutely had been busy. The attack on Hyaline was child’s play, a mere prank that Levi orchestrated. It had been successful, but the young stallion now wishes for more, hungry to use his skills in the way that he wanted.
Returning to Ischia had been easy. Maugrim’s ability had become so powerful, he could transform himself into the water he worships, and flow with the current wherever he pleased. It was in this form he brought himself back to the quiet island of Ischia, bringing himself up out of the crystal clear ocean waters with only a thought. He could not help but find himself here again, drawn to the ocean’s prowess that so significantly presses in, but the idea of seeing Kharon again also encouraged his return.
He is older now, nearing the age of two. He’s become taller and more slender, the once short mane and forelock growing longer, muscles rippling beneath his two-toned skin. Slick with water from his swim, the dark evergreen of his coat glistens in the sun, the pearlescent patches shining brilliantly as the water almost reflects within it.
Maugrim quickly puts himself within the darkness of the bordering jungles, creeping into the bracken with salt-dried skin. His travel had been easy, but the length of time he spent as water had weighed heavy on his mind. Much like the predator he is, he lies within the shadows of the forest to rest – perhaps the night will awaken him.
He had left shortly after Kharon’s simply delightful display of masculinity, keeping to the river and it’s rushing waters to keep himself busy. And oh, he absolutely had been busy. The attack on Hyaline was child’s play, a mere prank that Levi orchestrated. It had been successful, but the young stallion now wishes for more, hungry to use his skills in the way that he wanted.
Returning to Ischia had been easy. Maugrim’s ability had become so powerful, he could transform himself into the water he worships, and flow with the current wherever he pleased. It was in this form he brought himself back to the quiet island of Ischia, bringing himself up out of the crystal clear ocean waters with only a thought. He could not help but find himself here again, drawn to the ocean’s prowess that so significantly presses in, but the idea of seeing Kharon again also encouraged his return.
He is older now, nearing the age of two. He’s become taller and more slender, the once short mane and forelock growing longer, muscles rippling beneath his two-toned skin. Slick with water from his swim, the dark evergreen of his coat glistens in the sun, the pearlescent patches shining brilliantly as the water almost reflects within it.
Maugrim quickly puts himself within the darkness of the bordering jungles, creeping into the bracken with salt-dried skin. His travel had been easy, but the length of time he spent as water had weighed heavy on his mind. Much like the predator he is, he lies within the shadows of the forest to rest – perhaps the night will awaken him.
m a u g r i m.
@[Kylin]
I figure she can either be wandering and he finds her, or she can find him. Up to you! <3