02-28-2016, 10:22 AM
"Evil requires no reason."
The Jungle mares wouldn't recognize the black stallion that stood not far from where they all battled. Although he would possibly remember some of them when he had been there amongst them when he had pretended to love Daeryssa. He had been white and bay then or something equally boring. He had been taller? It didn't matter. Quark would be the only one who would know him, he had little doubt of that. Quark would have known him no matter what skin he wore. He knew that now, it would have amused him to no end if she was here now.
He is in the shadows, deep within the trees that now cover almost all of the Chamber. The fire had been put out, by Evarae, who had turned into a Wyrm and grew the forest of pines until they were almost on every inch of the this place.
Let them fight their battles. He for now had kept his very existence cloaked. His magic was tucked away, cloaked and hidden so that none might find him. His body wasn't even substantial, nothing more than smoke and mist and shadows. He was enjoying this wonderful Chaos. Seeing the threads of them all interwoven until the tapestry was woven in colors of magic and blood. He watched, he waited until they show up together, sliding into the Chamber with their body's aglow and electricity dancing from them.
What a shit storm.
Pazuzu solidifies as they begin to explode and the black stallion curves their blow back towards them. Instead of the trees splintering outwards away from them, it was now turning back towards them like it hit a wall of something and rebounded. Only from one direction did it return, where he came from the shadows like he was one of them, melting into existence.
His eyes flash and he smiles, then he turns back into the shadows and disappears.
He is in the shadows, deep within the trees that now cover almost all of the Chamber. The fire had been put out, by Evarae, who had turned into a Wyrm and grew the forest of pines until they were almost on every inch of the this place.
Let them fight their battles. He for now had kept his very existence cloaked. His magic was tucked away, cloaked and hidden so that none might find him. His body wasn't even substantial, nothing more than smoke and mist and shadows. He was enjoying this wonderful Chaos. Seeing the threads of them all interwoven until the tapestry was woven in colors of magic and blood. He watched, he waited until they show up together, sliding into the Chamber with their body's aglow and electricity dancing from them.
What a shit storm.
Pazuzu solidifies as they begin to explode and the black stallion curves their blow back towards them. Instead of the trees splintering outwards away from them, it was now turning back towards them like it hit a wall of something and rebounded. Only from one direction did it return, where he came from the shadows like he was one of them, melting into existence.
His eyes flash and he smiles, then he turns back into the shadows and disappears.
pazuzu
Pazuzu just shows up for a minute to basically say hi.
