08-22-2017, 10:54 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
It’s not surprising that some are still caught in the lands once the wall of bramble and branch had formed up. Nor did he think it impenetrable, he’s aware certain things (wings for example) would be merely an annoyance. The wall was a deterrent, it sent a message. However certain insufferable fools weren’t receiving it. They continued to flaunt through his kingdom as if they were welcome, as if they belonged there.
They did not.
Already the forests had darkened, hardened, the mist thicker where it seemed to suffocate you like a wet blanket. The branches reached out as if to grab you, leaving scratches in it’s wake. Even the shoreline seemed angrier, the waves threatening as they crashed cobalt against the sand. They thought the woods would remember them but as long as he claimed the forest, they would not.
Quietly he slips through the mists, red eyes blazing with a certain hunger. Watching the two lovebirds (for they talk and touch as lovers do) makes the finely thinned patience rip entirely. There had been enough chances, more than fair for a man like himself. He prowls towards the winged girl and her two toned companion. Slipping through the fog until he’s suddenly appeared beside them, blunt yellow teeth revealed in a curled snarl. His displeasure evident in every fiber of his being.
”You two seem to be lost.” Crimson iris’s narrowed, pulsating as the old thirst of rage returns. She was not half bad looking and with the appearance of fall, his desires become quite bipolar. He could hurt the boy and then force himself on his lover, make him watch. Perhaps they could become the first of many experiments, it had been so long since he had ripped off a wing to see how it worked. She still has a chance to flee and his features become practically ghoulish as he creeps even closer. ”Perhaps you can escape the wall but I doubt your friend can…. Will you save yourself or him?” Spittle flies from his mouth, practically foaming with his growing sadistic anger. ”Since you disrespect my kingdom, I might as well show you what staying will entail…”
They did not.
Already the forests had darkened, hardened, the mist thicker where it seemed to suffocate you like a wet blanket. The branches reached out as if to grab you, leaving scratches in it’s wake. Even the shoreline seemed angrier, the waves threatening as they crashed cobalt against the sand. They thought the woods would remember them but as long as he claimed the forest, they would not.
Quietly he slips through the mists, red eyes blazing with a certain hunger. Watching the two lovebirds (for they talk and touch as lovers do) makes the finely thinned patience rip entirely. There had been enough chances, more than fair for a man like himself. He prowls towards the winged girl and her two toned companion. Slipping through the fog until he’s suddenly appeared beside them, blunt yellow teeth revealed in a curled snarl. His displeasure evident in every fiber of his being.
”You two seem to be lost.” Crimson iris’s narrowed, pulsating as the old thirst of rage returns. She was not half bad looking and with the appearance of fall, his desires become quite bipolar. He could hurt the boy and then force himself on his lover, make him watch. Perhaps they could become the first of many experiments, it had been so long since he had ripped off a wing to see how it worked. She still has a chance to flee and his features become practically ghoulish as he creeps even closer. ”Perhaps you can escape the wall but I doubt your friend can…. Will you save yourself or him?” Spittle flies from his mouth, practically foaming with his growing sadistic anger. ”Since you disrespect my kingdom, I might as well show you what staying will entail…”
Gryffen