Θuija
Within the stale darkness of the Forest he had came to the after party. A wallflower waiting for this moment. When the ghost would give a glance to the shadows and walk off into the darkness.
Silently the ghost slipped away from the crowd gathered. He lingered a bit longer before following to ensure no one was tagging along. He listened. Only one set of hoof beats was heard in the forest debris. A wicked grin curled his lips as he stepped forwards. The vibrant red of his eyes always watching for the slightest of unwanted movements.
When the stallion finally halted they were on the edge of the meadow. Satisfied that none had followed he slithered to the others side. "My Friend, it is good to see you again," his words were quiet but strong. He has come to seek direction and give info on his whereabouts. Quickly explaining his absence but his intentions, "Sylva is weak itself but there is a strength in it's leader, Djinni." His eyes scan the area to ensure no one was listening. His ears positioned to catch any news from the pale stag.
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