10-15-2017, 11:03 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He is always aware, lurking in the shadows of his forest. It is his job to know the comings and goings of Sylva. Everyone’s business is his business. He has been waiting for the spot spattered stallion for several days. To bring him the information he was seeking. His patience was starting to wane when there is nothing but radio silence that spreads for days. The moment Ouija crosses back into the autumn lands, he knows.
The wraith seems to materialize before him from the heavy fog like a ghost. His glittering red eyes flick momentarily to the mare that accompanies him before shifting and fixing permanently on the stallion. He is still undecided on what to do with Ouija. He has been with him since the beginning, when he had lured them from their hiding places in the common forest. Sweeping away the dirt and revealing the coffins with the monsters inside. Ouija had been loyal from the start and for that alone, he keeps him. While the jackal held potential, he also lacked finesse. When spying he allowed himself to be discovered, when stealing he came away empty handed.
However, like mentioned before, there was great untapped potential. All he needs is a shove in the right direction, to allow that unfiltered potential to flow. ”Well?” He snaps expectantly, the faded white plumage of his dirty tail flicking with irritation against his haunches. Despite wanting to encourage him to succeed, they seemed to learn best when faced with punishment in the wake of his disappointment.
The wraith seems to materialize before him from the heavy fog like a ghost. His glittering red eyes flick momentarily to the mare that accompanies him before shifting and fixing permanently on the stallion. He is still undecided on what to do with Ouija. He has been with him since the beginning, when he had lured them from their hiding places in the common forest. Sweeping away the dirt and revealing the coffins with the monsters inside. Ouija had been loyal from the start and for that alone, he keeps him. While the jackal held potential, he also lacked finesse. When spying he allowed himself to be discovered, when stealing he came away empty handed.
However, like mentioned before, there was great untapped potential. All he needs is a shove in the right direction, to allow that unfiltered potential to flow. ”Well?” He snaps expectantly, the faded white plumage of his dirty tail flicking with irritation against his haunches. Despite wanting to encourage him to succeed, they seemed to learn best when faced with punishment in the wake of his disappointment.
Gryffen