 Life. Balto had given him life. Gone were the needle teeth that pierced his joints at every movement. Gone were the whispers of the Reaper each time he closed his eyes. Balto had given him escape, and Faulkor ran blindly into the light. The light… He had betrayed his beloved darkness for a chance at magic - tasted blood and sweat and defeat. He crawls back to that hole again, wounded more in pride than in body. Amidst the tangled branches that crown their cave, Faulkor waits - beady eyes gleaming in the feeble moonlight. The raven has overtaken him entirely now, trapping him within the body of an ugly, black bird. But Faulkor has always been ugly. Still, he caws forlornly into the night. |
@[Balto]