kids sure like the devil these days / gryffen

[Gryffen]

The names are foreign and disgusting on his tongue. These new lands, new names. This new fucking place. Perhaps it had been exciting… At first. He wouldn’t know, he had allowed himself to be swallowed by dark fingers and returned when he pleased. Which was now after much brewing and plotting had been done. You see when the world had been divided between three personality choices it had been complex in it’s own right. So many lived in a world of gray, a mixing of the three and belonging nowhere. This new opportunity gave them a little more choice. You can’t escape the basics though. There’s no light without dark, no joy without fear. His world was more than just a choice between good and bad, it was deeper than that. If one must be classified then it was “evil” that he had chosen since it seemed to allow him a free reign on his special pursuits. Less frowned upon by his peers, more like minded colleagues. These days though, he had observed, there wasn’t much of that happening anywhere. Surely those with a darker and more… intelligent mindset still lurked around Beqanna. Just biding their time. Waiting for someone to reopen Pandora’s box and breathe in a new ere of chaos. Oh he didn’t dream of war and conquest, that was overdone. Dull. Boring. Let them have their peaceful kingdoms. He could pluck who he wanted from their midst to create his own sadistic fantasy. The forest was the closest thing to familiarity. He had always been a man of mist and shadow and cold. No other habitat would suit him or the needs he has in mind. Here he lurks for now as he hunts and stalks, searching for what he needs. Every now and then he looks for the raven that had also long vanished with Straia. A useful gift, can still feel the pricking of it’s talons into the flesh of his shoulder. Quite useful, he should find another one. He had also lost his immortality when he had vanished from the Chamber. It would have been useful now. Would have helped with his plans. At least he got to keep the wings. They spread now, arching at his pale sides as glowing eyes of red thoughtfully regard the magic mare. He can practically smell it off her. He watches squirrels flee in terror as loud flashes of light burst behind them. The way she creates and destroys. Kills. Now where were you years ago my dear? ”Surely you could find a more productive use for that talent?” Iris’s darken with his hunger to understand her magic. As much as he wishes he could open her up and discover the source of her power, he knows his limitations. Her magic is far more infinite and destructive then he can take on. Curiosity must be abated, she is far more useful alive anyways when she can do the things she can do. ”I have a proposition for you.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf

@[Kortnee]