08-16-2017, 12:40 PM
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.
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]