10-09-2017, 11:39 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Simple minds make simple prey. Crevan knew it, saw that the mare and stallion were little challenge. Saw the opportunity, the possibility of fun. The little brown wolf lacked what her son had in spades. The hunger for ambition, the hunger for more. The white wraith melts from the forest shadows to stand solid before the silver black male. ”Yes. Run Kuma.” The words slow and deliberate, the smoldering red of his eyes boring into that of her would be savior. ”Let’s see who is faster, horse or wolf.”
A signal to Crevan. To hunt and catch. There was something in the wolf boy that had yet to surface. Perhaps today, they could bring it out. A different kind of shift. He makes sure that Imperial is blocked, unable to join in. Unable to distract the hunter as he had planned. Instead, he had placed himself in the lion’s den. Nostrils flare as the white wraith steps close to him, invades his space. His muzzle quivering so close to his neck, taking the scent. Familiar. Red eyes dilate with recognition. ”Loess.” He hisses, the cogs and wheels already turning.
”Your Queen lacks discipline and structure. No wonder her subjects so foolishly trespass where they don’t belong.” He muses aloud, mostly to himself. What to do with Heda’s dear subjects. He would quite like to send them back to her. Dismantled, broken. Piles of severed limbs and heads tied with a pretty red bow. ”What would you give me for her safety? How will you appease a King?” He has no plans on releasing Kuma, they will have fun with the Loess bitch yet. He didn’t need to know that though.
A signal to Crevan. To hunt and catch. There was something in the wolf boy that had yet to surface. Perhaps today, they could bring it out. A different kind of shift. He makes sure that Imperial is blocked, unable to join in. Unable to distract the hunter as he had planned. Instead, he had placed himself in the lion’s den. Nostrils flare as the white wraith steps close to him, invades his space. His muzzle quivering so close to his neck, taking the scent. Familiar. Red eyes dilate with recognition. ”Loess.” He hisses, the cogs and wheels already turning.
”Your Queen lacks discipline and structure. No wonder her subjects so foolishly trespass where they don’t belong.” He muses aloud, mostly to himself. What to do with Heda’s dear subjects. He would quite like to send them back to her. Dismantled, broken. Piles of severed limbs and heads tied with a pretty red bow. ”What would you give me for her safety? How will you appease a King?” He has no plans on releasing Kuma, they will have fun with the Loess bitch yet. He didn’t need to know that though.
Gryffen