09-19-2017, 11:46 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
The stupid remain, fighting a losing battle. They always do, it never fails to happen. So cliche, so boring. He sighs as the bloodthirsty clown lusts for child blood. He is a man of gore and greed. There was potential in the dark stallion, he simply lacked finesse. He sighs when the red roan jumps into the mix with her tired words that end in screams when the wolves attack. How she flails on her back to remove one, only to have his vicious blue bird (sensing weakness) strike.
The newcomer, too slow, let’s the boy escape in the conundrum. Disappointing. However she had at least attempted. He wouldn’t punish her… much. Where the boy went, he doesn’t care. He had never meant anything to the small sinister stallion. Simply an obstacle in the way of what he wants, what he came here for.
Despite all the squealing and fighting, his low voice carries a tone that should, would, make them all freeze. ”Enough.” His stark white coat is free from blood, he does not dabble in the blood of commoners. Not anymore. Oh he will hold out for better prey, practically itching for a good experiment for it had been so long since he had dissected and explored the guts and sinew of Beqanna’s most magical.
He strides towards the red roan, the only remaining Sylvan fighting against them. ”You are outnumbered girl.” He snarls. Looking to the one he can always count on, who has yet to let him down. ”Take her captive. I’ll deal with her later.” Already his mind is on the future, on bigger game to hunt. With that he turns and heads towards the heart of the forest. He has a kingdom to run.
The newcomer, too slow, let’s the boy escape in the conundrum. Disappointing. However she had at least attempted. He wouldn’t punish her… much. Where the boy went, he doesn’t care. He had never meant anything to the small sinister stallion. Simply an obstacle in the way of what he wants, what he came here for.
Despite all the squealing and fighting, his low voice carries a tone that should, would, make them all freeze. ”Enough.” His stark white coat is free from blood, he does not dabble in the blood of commoners. Not anymore. Oh he will hold out for better prey, practically itching for a good experiment for it had been so long since he had dissected and explored the guts and sinew of Beqanna’s most magical.
He strides towards the red roan, the only remaining Sylvan fighting against them. ”You are outnumbered girl.” He snarls. Looking to the one he can always count on, who has yet to let him down. ”Take her captive. I’ll deal with her later.” Already his mind is on the future, on bigger game to hunt. With that he turns and heads towards the heart of the forest. He has a kingdom to run.
Gryffen
Gryffen claims Sylva =D