Come with us, and you'll float too...
Life had grown rather mundane since his last encounter with the wraith and his minions. Lillith was no more, his flame but a distant memory, that he wouldn't let lay heavy on his heart like so many. It was time to begin anew, to become part of a power unlike any other. And there was one man who could do this for him.
He heard the call from his resting place at the river. The call he had been waiting so very long to receive, the call that could change his life as he knew it; he had known it'd only be a matter of time. The great white wraith's bellow rang out across the lands, claiming Sylva as his own, beckoning his followers to join.
The ebony stallion wouldn't consider himself a follower, but he'd be an idiot not to respond. The alliance they could form, the worlds they could rule...all he had to do was be loyal to the alabaster stag, and he could do everything he had ever dreamed of. His short legs traverse the landscape quickly, as barren grassland turned to autumn colored trees. Modicum lets his presence be known, a shrill cry piercing the air around him. He reaches the group in no time, pushing his way past the masses until he is face to face with Gryffen and the blue mare, Thana.
"We meet again Gryffen," His voice is low and coarse. "I said I wanted an alliance, no?" He grins through crooked teeth, flicking his ears back as a child makes his protest known. The clown turns his body abruptly to stare at the boy, laughter seeping through his dark lips. Murder overtakes his mind, as his icy eyes grow hungry to kill. However, he stops as Gryffen tells an unknown to prove herself, and Modicum looks to her, then back to Gryffen.
"If she does not..." He pauses, licking his lips fiendishly. "I surely will." He circles the boy, wanting to destroy him, to see him squirm underneath the clown's hooves.. He snarls at him, biting tauntingly at his painted physique. He stops in front of the boy, the edges of his lips forming into a twisted grin. "We all float down here..." He whispers before stepping back to see if the other would play a part in the twisted game.
Modicum Mortem
They all float…