12-13-2017, 10:57 AM
The clown is torn.
As the black beast before him announces that the wraith king has been exiled from his position in Sylva, and that he and another will take his place, he grows angry. A quiet swell beneath his chest, threatening to rupture or burst any second.
A king abandoning his post? How pathetic. Gryffen had showed his weakness, fronted as some kind of "power." A sheep in wolves clothing.
But Mortem guesses he knew that all along.
The joker stares at the pair before them. He had been gone so long doing lacky work for the wraith, he feels like Sylva had been a waste of his time. Icey eyes drop as his Nightmother also abandons the land.
Well, he had always been a wanderer, hadn't he?
The clown does not give well wishes and he does not wait for his flame or children, he retreats into the shadows. He will lurk elsewhere...and maybe when his time came, he would return. Until then, Sylva is just a failure to him.
As the black beast before him announces that the wraith king has been exiled from his position in Sylva, and that he and another will take his place, he grows angry. A quiet swell beneath his chest, threatening to rupture or burst any second.
A king abandoning his post? How pathetic. Gryffen had showed his weakness, fronted as some kind of "power." A sheep in wolves clothing.
But Mortem guesses he knew that all along.
The joker stares at the pair before them. He had been gone so long doing lacky work for the wraith, he feels like Sylva had been a waste of his time. Icey eyes drop as his Nightmother also abandons the land.
Well, he had always been a wanderer, hadn't he?
The clown does not give well wishes and he does not wait for his flame or children, he retreats into the shadows. He will lurk elsewhere...and maybe when his time came, he would return. Until then, Sylva is just a failure to him.
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