10-17-2017, 10:20 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
They are getting into the spirit of things. One mare, almost as green as that of the water walking Hyaline wolf, has taken the party to the next level. She brings with her a bounty of food. A plethora of vegetables: Gourds, corn, anything that reminds one of the season and it is there. She doesn’t stop, weaving enticing masks and crowns of flowers with her magic. He grins with the spirit of the feast, finding a fermented apple and devouring it, weaving his way by her to place a lingering kiss to the hollow of her cheek. A glimmer of mischief in the depths of red. He does not claim a mask himself, he does not need one. Not when his own magic can hide his identity so much better.
The wraith maneuvers through the crowd with ease, finding himself brushing against a shoulder, teeth raking against a throbbing neck, nipping lightly at the flesh of an offered hip. Someone else has casted their magic to illuminate the canopy above into an enchanting twilight sky with twinkling lights. Now it’s a party.
Nobody has yet to approach his Autumn Queen. He finds his smoldering eye keeps flicking towards her with anticipation but so far she stands alone. A frown begins to tug at his lips. That won’t do at all.
Slipping behind a wide trunk of oak, he casts his own powers deep into the heart of the jaguar mare. She won’t feel it, slipping in like the cautious thief he is, prying the delicate kernel of her desire and taking it as his own. And when her secret heart is opened to him, how his eyes widen with delight and how he laughs and laughs as his shimmering ghostly body fades and a brawny dark stallion takes his place. Dark as night, the crimson of his eyes remaining the same.
Now dear sister, when had this happened? When had his disgraced sibling been introduced to the “Overseer” of Tephra? What had the humorless stallion done to weasel his way into her heart? He looks at his reflection within a nearby pool of water, a smirk on his dark lips. ”Daddy issues much?” He mutters to himself, snorting with amusement at his own joke.
It is Offspring that begins to part the crowd towards her, Offspring that calls to her softly. ”Tantalize.” He plays true to his role, blazing fire in his eyes and his broody vibes rolling off him in waves. Disappointment in the flames. ”I expected better from you.”
The wraith maneuvers through the crowd with ease, finding himself brushing against a shoulder, teeth raking against a throbbing neck, nipping lightly at the flesh of an offered hip. Someone else has casted their magic to illuminate the canopy above into an enchanting twilight sky with twinkling lights. Now it’s a party.
Nobody has yet to approach his Autumn Queen. He finds his smoldering eye keeps flicking towards her with anticipation but so far she stands alone. A frown begins to tug at his lips. That won’t do at all.
Slipping behind a wide trunk of oak, he casts his own powers deep into the heart of the jaguar mare. She won’t feel it, slipping in like the cautious thief he is, prying the delicate kernel of her desire and taking it as his own. And when her secret heart is opened to him, how his eyes widen with delight and how he laughs and laughs as his shimmering ghostly body fades and a brawny dark stallion takes his place. Dark as night, the crimson of his eyes remaining the same.
Now dear sister, when had this happened? When had his disgraced sibling been introduced to the “Overseer” of Tephra? What had the humorless stallion done to weasel his way into her heart? He looks at his reflection within a nearby pool of water, a smirk on his dark lips. ”Daddy issues much?” He mutters to himself, snorting with amusement at his own joke.
It is Offspring that begins to part the crowd towards her, Offspring that calls to her softly. ”Tantalize.” He plays true to his role, blazing fire in his eyes and his broody vibes rolling off him in waves. Disappointment in the flames. ”I expected better from you.”
Gryffen