09-20-2017, 08:26 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Thana is more than capable of keeping them in line, of watching over the newly acquired territory. So he sets out as twilight sparkles over the forest, the mystery woman at his side. The pack had left Sylva as soon as the task was done, they had found a new land to occupy. He had been slightly surprised, perhaps foolishly assuming the water mare and her harem would have stayed with him. At least until her vision had been fulfilled. Instead she had taken them to Sanctuary and so he follows their path, a frown curling at his lips. Questions in his mind.
Circinae was more of a mystery then the stranger that accompanied him. He had seen her deepest desire, had tasted the bitterness on his tongue as he watched what she wanted. And yet, they had barely spoken. She had hunted for him, helped him, then disappeared. He was aware of how fickle her loyalty could be, was aware of how quickly the stakes could change. There is something in the forest green mare that’s as hard as he is, something determined. It was a shame that she still cloaked herself under the air of decency. She could be so much more if only she tested her power, if only she had a taste. He could help her discover that path of course, perhaps one day he will.
When they reach Hyaline, he does not brazenly cross the border as he has done before. Instead the white wraith stands on the hill in the darkness, and waits. The wind is strong from his perch, buffeting against his body and whipping strands of tangled tresses around his face. He is silent, red eyes looking down into the peaceful lands. Waiting for the pack and any others that may be willing to strike a deal.
Circinae was more of a mystery then the stranger that accompanied him. He had seen her deepest desire, had tasted the bitterness on his tongue as he watched what she wanted. And yet, they had barely spoken. She had hunted for him, helped him, then disappeared. He was aware of how fickle her loyalty could be, was aware of how quickly the stakes could change. There is something in the forest green mare that’s as hard as he is, something determined. It was a shame that she still cloaked herself under the air of decency. She could be so much more if only she tested her power, if only she had a taste. He could help her discover that path of course, perhaps one day he will.
When they reach Hyaline, he does not brazenly cross the border as he has done before. Instead the white wraith stands on the hill in the darkness, and waits. The wind is strong from his perch, buffeting against his body and whipping strands of tangled tresses around his face. He is silent, red eyes looking down into the peaceful lands. Waiting for the pack and any others that may be willing to strike a deal.
Gryffen