11-05-2017, 10:20 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He’s always on the hunt for eclectic things to add to his collection. He has a place to store them now, here in the autumn lands, where he can play with them and polish them in the privacy of his own space. They are all interesting in their own ways, his subjects, and all have their own quirks and uses that make Sylva the thriving hub of darkness that it’s become.
However he has still to find that protege, that one whose ideas quite match his own. They don’t have to be of his blood, though he would prefer it, they just need to hold the spark. The need for knowledge and letting nothing… NOTHING… Stand in their way to obtain it. Oh he has loyal followers that would follow him to the ends of the earth or at least to their death. Thana, Crevan, Morty, Ouija… They all lacked just one little thing. The need for answers. Their desire for the hunt was through blood and terror. That was just a means to an end.
He craved more than that. More than simply having power, he wants to master it. Master the magic, master the world, master death.
It is in his skeleton form that he finds the trickster beside the boulder. He finds this new figure, his exposed bleached bones, quite amusing. The way it makes children scream in terror. And when he would shift back into the ghostly red-eyed King… Oh how they ran. His true form more terrifying than any skeleton. He was known. He was feared.
With a clack of his bony jaw, he spots the gray man and for a moment he simply observes him. He doesn’t look like much but then, he knows intimately, how looks can deceive. They had often taken him for granted on looks alone. His smaller stature, his pure white skin (and the feathery wings he had once carried) reminiscent of an angel from Heaven. Oh they had all learned what happens when one assumes.
After taking a good hard look at the stallion, he finally approaches him. As he does, he begins to shift back to his true form. It’s a terrifying and ugly transformation. Sinew, veins, pink muscle, raw flesh. They all twist and turn along his skeletal body, fusing and mashing back together. Until, with a snap, the crimson eyes are smoldering back in his sockets and the pale stallion is whole once more. ”Perhaps you haven't heard, Sylva is Invitation Only.” His voice is quiet but seems to ring along the boulders and thick leaves of the forest.
His words may seem confrontational but he’s actually quite curious. For someone to have the balls to brazenly trespass into his kingdom… Well, they were either exceedingly stupid or they had something worth his while. "Where's your invitation?"
However he has still to find that protege, that one whose ideas quite match his own. They don’t have to be of his blood, though he would prefer it, they just need to hold the spark. The need for knowledge and letting nothing… NOTHING… Stand in their way to obtain it. Oh he has loyal followers that would follow him to the ends of the earth or at least to their death. Thana, Crevan, Morty, Ouija… They all lacked just one little thing. The need for answers. Their desire for the hunt was through blood and terror. That was just a means to an end.
He craved more than that. More than simply having power, he wants to master it. Master the magic, master the world, master death.
It is in his skeleton form that he finds the trickster beside the boulder. He finds this new figure, his exposed bleached bones, quite amusing. The way it makes children scream in terror. And when he would shift back into the ghostly red-eyed King… Oh how they ran. His true form more terrifying than any skeleton. He was known. He was feared.
With a clack of his bony jaw, he spots the gray man and for a moment he simply observes him. He doesn’t look like much but then, he knows intimately, how looks can deceive. They had often taken him for granted on looks alone. His smaller stature, his pure white skin (and the feathery wings he had once carried) reminiscent of an angel from Heaven. Oh they had all learned what happens when one assumes.
After taking a good hard look at the stallion, he finally approaches him. As he does, he begins to shift back to his true form. It’s a terrifying and ugly transformation. Sinew, veins, pink muscle, raw flesh. They all twist and turn along his skeletal body, fusing and mashing back together. Until, with a snap, the crimson eyes are smoldering back in his sockets and the pale stallion is whole once more. ”Perhaps you haven't heard, Sylva is Invitation Only.” His voice is quiet but seems to ring along the boulders and thick leaves of the forest.
His words may seem confrontational but he’s actually quite curious. For someone to have the balls to brazenly trespass into his kingdom… Well, they were either exceedingly stupid or they had something worth his while. "Where's your invitation?"
Gryffen
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