10-15-2017, 11:43 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Able to leave his kingdom in his consort’s capable grip (just as bloody and firm as his own), he finally is able to go treasure hunting. His treasures were always complex. Broken things that were still useful to him but skirted over by the uncaring eye. Dismantled things, mad things, abandoned things, neglected things. And of course… All these “things” weren’t things at all. They were children, broken hearted mares, bloodletting stallions. They came in different shapes and sizes but they all carried the same thread that connects them together. They all held untapped potential that was missed by the common man. Always coaxed to light by the demonic genius that found them and molded them until they were made anew in the shape of his own image.
His timing is always impeccable. A crumpled heap of bay and violet laying in the grass. Looking around timidly. Curious and trying to keep the fear from his eyes. The white wraith debates on the best approach. He could dive headfirst into the boy’s heart, drawing that which he deeply desires and glamouring the image to match. It was the easiest way to entice it. However he’s not sure which part of his collection he wants this new toy for. Was there something of worth that lay beneath the russet surface? Or would he simply be something only for fun and pleasure?
There’s only one way to find out.
The red eyed ghost sweeps in towards the foal and goes with the most obvious answer. His muzzle dips low to push the small matted forelock from his face. Peering into the boys eyes with the smoldering crimson of his own. Showing him just the smallest taste of affection as he softly caresses the side of his cheek and then pulls away. To leave this neglected thing wanting for more, assuming that this may be what he craves the most. ”Come with me.” Comes the seductive words that fall from his tongue, past the pale lips as he takes a step back. ”Come with me and never be hungry again. Never be alone again.”
His timing is always impeccable. A crumpled heap of bay and violet laying in the grass. Looking around timidly. Curious and trying to keep the fear from his eyes. The white wraith debates on the best approach. He could dive headfirst into the boy’s heart, drawing that which he deeply desires and glamouring the image to match. It was the easiest way to entice it. However he’s not sure which part of his collection he wants this new toy for. Was there something of worth that lay beneath the russet surface? Or would he simply be something only for fun and pleasure?
There’s only one way to find out.
The red eyed ghost sweeps in towards the foal and goes with the most obvious answer. His muzzle dips low to push the small matted forelock from his face. Peering into the boys eyes with the smoldering crimson of his own. Showing him just the smallest taste of affection as he softly caresses the side of his cheek and then pulls away. To leave this neglected thing wanting for more, assuming that this may be what he craves the most. ”Come with me.” Comes the seductive words that fall from his tongue, past the pale lips as he takes a step back. ”Come with me and never be hungry again. Never be alone again.”
Gryffen
@[eyegore]