It is done.
The words and the rules and the demons that carried the final decree against the forest had fallen, and it was with a heavy breast that the son of Mars found himself descending back into the withering bowels of Hell. And the further within its borders he went, the more he could feel her magic slipping away. Her hold on this place was waning, and with a cold smile, Deimos watched the trees lose their unnatural green--as if all the happiness was being sucked out of the world. And so it was. There was no room for laughter in this part of the world any longer, save the dry cackle that happens in the maddening death throes before the plunge.
What was left was a faint shadow of what it had once been. Where there was the silence of peace, now it was the loud quiet of fear. All that was here trembled in fear of them, and it was known that there was a new grip of power on the trees that had once been a haven for shifters and voles. The wolves would continue to remain—but they were not as they had been. Bent and cracked, he took on the form of his own kind. He was somewhere between a wolf and a hyena, with thick oiled wings and black eyes that surveyed the landscape. With pointed ears and a red tongue that was lascerated against his lower fangs, the black wolf moved among the trees with a silent step, taking in the stench of death that was overtaking this place. It was beautiful.
He had not entered with the rest of them—he was not a puppet to be controlled. Not like his new favorite dog, Ouija, his barking madman on a leash… one who would do his bidding. The one who likes to play games. He would be a useful one… most assuredly. Only when the grip of Gryffen’s power had taken absolute control had the war machine come from behind the shade that he had created.
He would not deign to enter into the politics. Ruan still bore the scars upon his back where Deimos’ wings hung on his sides… indeed, the magic that created them had restored the former ruler. The descent into darkness that resulted had caused a spiral that was responsible for why he was back in these lands… He had made good on his promise. He had taken everything that she loved, rend it in twain, and then came back to pick up the pieces. Everything they knew, everything they loved, was gone.
And now would come the time of the Darkness.
Gryffen’s power would be absolute, and Deimos, in his power, would act as the hammer of that power, for whatever end.
The Taiga was forever changed, and Deimos poured his power and malice into the ground, until the blood of the dead reached up in their fear and anger and burst forth from the ground, rushing towards the borders. But their effort was wasted as the magician shut the door in their faces…a large barrier shut down their abilities. Their bodies were smashed and scattered against the bramble.
Taiga’s bordered were closed, twisted and shut with the power of magic.
And then the hammer falls, and war is brought to the land, the blood would seep into the ground, and these trees would take in their blood and drink from the anger, their angry fingers trembling, begging for more.
Even the most innocent of things can be made corrupt.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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OOC note: okay, so obviously the barrier is not entirely impenetrable, and it will have weaknesses somewhere.
Also, i must apologize for how bad this is, because I Haven't written him in several months but Deimos needed to post. LOL.
