07-28-2017, 01:00 AM
a ghost in the darkness.
Her bloodlust is delicious, a crooning tempting mistress that commanded them both. He tolerates the pain and destruction that comes with the exploration of the dark arts. Life’s greatest hidden treasure that he craves to unravel, the mystery of death. While she danced in the blood of her victims, he would examine it. Decipher it. While she laughed slitting the throats of their enemies, he would merely smile and move the pawns into position. Plot the next move. They could do beautiful things together. Beautiful destruction. Beautiful chaos. Beautiful death.
It’s so easy to slip from the common forest to the dense woods of Taiga. He knows this place, has seen it in his dreams. In visions of a hopeless future that would come for them all. The cry makes them both prowl forward, hunger in their eyes and cruelty in every coiled muscle that ripples with each step. The shadows cling to him, old friend they whisper. The ghost in the darkness. The gray mist makes his ivory frame seem almost ethereal. He could have once passed for an angel when wings had graced his backside. An angel of decay, rot, death with haunting red eyes as bright as hell itself.
Those crimson eyes meet the cold two toned of hers and her enthusiasm is infectious. He grins as he lopes after her, coming across the mare and her newborn child. Oh isn’t this a pretty picture. A low hard guffaw as he slinks against a tree, leaning on it as Thana graceful kicks the woman in the head and knocks her out cold. This was her show and he was the audience. But it’s an episode that’s familiar to him. He’s seen it before. On the cold dark beach, a newborn blind colt and his pathetic excuse for a mother. He had killed her and taken the child as his own. What harm could poor pathetically blind Brynmor do? Nothing. To this day, regardless if he accepted it or not, that stallion was still his slave.
The babe is whimpering and the delicate words of violence make him shiver with delight. He moves closer, snarling softly behind the child. ”Families will be ripped apart…” Was this not one of the promises he had made? His red eyes darken visibly as she suddenly rips a large boulder into the air, letting it hover dangerously above the feeble mare. He can feel the tension in the air, a soft ”Yes….” Hissing between teeth and tongue. As dark as blood itself, those eyes, fixed on what he knows to come.
I love you Soldat. ”I looooove you Soldattt” He mocks as he curls around Thana, his laughter ringing through the trees. ”Come child, let’s watch her die together.” He places his head beside the colt’s, red eyes looking into the warmth of the mother’s. Let this be the last thing she sees. The ghost claiming her son. There is a mad cackling and suddenly the boulder let’s loose and crushes the mare. Blood splatters and brain matter flys. He had hoped to see the moment her life had faded from her eyes, the exact moment of her death. The boulder had other plans, a far messier end.. ”That’s gotta hurt.” He gives a soft whistle and a shrug, pulling away from the boy. He was already forgotten.
There is blood and brain splattered across his face and chest, it seeps into his ivory fur. The shadows cloak him once more but he isn’t hidden from her. Flecks of gore about those deadly scarlet eyes that meet her wicked grin, the look of pleasure that etches into every curve and hollow of her face. ”You have done well bluebird.” He tastes her flesh beneath his tongue, a lingering nip placed on her neck as his muzzle slowly brushes against hers. She mentions the uselessness of the child, to leave it be. ”Ah…That’s where you’re wrong..” He chides her lightly but it is no matter. The more broken the trinket, the more desperate they become. Desperation was so easy to manipulate. However that was his game to play, not hers.
The boy won’t go far. Not now anyways. ”I’ll be back for you Soldatttttt….” Comes the chilling mocking voice from the shadowy trees surrounding the child. Then there is nothing but laughter as the two dance away from the chaos they had caused. It was only the beginning.
It’s so easy to slip from the common forest to the dense woods of Taiga. He knows this place, has seen it in his dreams. In visions of a hopeless future that would come for them all. The cry makes them both prowl forward, hunger in their eyes and cruelty in every coiled muscle that ripples with each step. The shadows cling to him, old friend they whisper. The ghost in the darkness. The gray mist makes his ivory frame seem almost ethereal. He could have once passed for an angel when wings had graced his backside. An angel of decay, rot, death with haunting red eyes as bright as hell itself.
Those crimson eyes meet the cold two toned of hers and her enthusiasm is infectious. He grins as he lopes after her, coming across the mare and her newborn child. Oh isn’t this a pretty picture. A low hard guffaw as he slinks against a tree, leaning on it as Thana graceful kicks the woman in the head and knocks her out cold. This was her show and he was the audience. But it’s an episode that’s familiar to him. He’s seen it before. On the cold dark beach, a newborn blind colt and his pathetic excuse for a mother. He had killed her and taken the child as his own. What harm could poor pathetically blind Brynmor do? Nothing. To this day, regardless if he accepted it or not, that stallion was still his slave.
The babe is whimpering and the delicate words of violence make him shiver with delight. He moves closer, snarling softly behind the child. ”Families will be ripped apart…” Was this not one of the promises he had made? His red eyes darken visibly as she suddenly rips a large boulder into the air, letting it hover dangerously above the feeble mare. He can feel the tension in the air, a soft ”Yes….” Hissing between teeth and tongue. As dark as blood itself, those eyes, fixed on what he knows to come.
I love you Soldat. ”I looooove you Soldattt” He mocks as he curls around Thana, his laughter ringing through the trees. ”Come child, let’s watch her die together.” He places his head beside the colt’s, red eyes looking into the warmth of the mother’s. Let this be the last thing she sees. The ghost claiming her son. There is a mad cackling and suddenly the boulder let’s loose and crushes the mare. Blood splatters and brain matter flys. He had hoped to see the moment her life had faded from her eyes, the exact moment of her death. The boulder had other plans, a far messier end.. ”That’s gotta hurt.” He gives a soft whistle and a shrug, pulling away from the boy. He was already forgotten.
There is blood and brain splattered across his face and chest, it seeps into his ivory fur. The shadows cloak him once more but he isn’t hidden from her. Flecks of gore about those deadly scarlet eyes that meet her wicked grin, the look of pleasure that etches into every curve and hollow of her face. ”You have done well bluebird.” He tastes her flesh beneath his tongue, a lingering nip placed on her neck as his muzzle slowly brushes against hers. She mentions the uselessness of the child, to leave it be. ”Ah…That’s where you’re wrong..” He chides her lightly but it is no matter. The more broken the trinket, the more desperate they become. Desperation was so easy to manipulate. However that was his game to play, not hers.
The boy won’t go far. Not now anyways. ”I’ll be back for you Soldatttttt….” Comes the chilling mocking voice from the shadowy trees surrounding the child. Then there is nothing but laughter as the two dance away from the chaos they had caused. It was only the beginning.
Gryffen