09-09-2018, 06:57 PM
Taiga had fallen into a slumber of sorts; the only current residents apparently herself and the various woodland animals that frequently became the center of her bored amusement. Their usual, nonsensical scurrying had become more purposeful with her looming presence over them, their once-casual paces now turned into outright fleeing. The chittering and barking had driven a wedge between her eyes, harboring agitation and a festering loathing that had finally given way to a swift and fierce rebuttal. Patience had grown thin, and their existence had grown tiresome.
The predator she had sent into their throes was very much like the hound beast she had seen in Sylva; carefully woven from the deepest shadows the towers of the forest had to offer. A hulking, coagulated mass that lacked all facial features other than a fanged mouth had been cast out to silence the majority of the woodland fauna. Surprisingly, the effort had been small and the gains had been fruitful, turning Taiga from barking madhouse into a quiet solitude once more.
Pleased and satiated, the stygian puppeteer had called her golem back, keeping its fluid, pitch form close by. It had become her companion and confidente, keeping bitter loneliness at bay and preventing her calculating mind from lapsing into threatening psychosis.
Today her beast noticed the stranger before she did, training its unseeing eyes towards the distance as its jaw went slack in a silent huff. The golem led and she followed, trailing soundlessly between the growing shadows.
He stood out like a beacon in the impending darkness, her yellow gaze easily finding the contrasting brightness of his coat. Her puppet stood alert, waiting for her command. But the shadowed tendrils that had easily knit it begins to unwind under her whims, sending the inky medium back to the forest floor where she had first gathered it. Unfortunately for him, he is not looking her way; fortunately for her, it gives her time to tread effortlessly behind him, patiently waiting with a quizzical tilt of her head for him to notice the second shadow he had unknowingly gained.
@[Raul]
The predator she had sent into their throes was very much like the hound beast she had seen in Sylva; carefully woven from the deepest shadows the towers of the forest had to offer. A hulking, coagulated mass that lacked all facial features other than a fanged mouth had been cast out to silence the majority of the woodland fauna. Surprisingly, the effort had been small and the gains had been fruitful, turning Taiga from barking madhouse into a quiet solitude once more.
Pleased and satiated, the stygian puppeteer had called her golem back, keeping its fluid, pitch form close by. It had become her companion and confidente, keeping bitter loneliness at bay and preventing her calculating mind from lapsing into threatening psychosis.
Today her beast noticed the stranger before she did, training its unseeing eyes towards the distance as its jaw went slack in a silent huff. The golem led and she followed, trailing soundlessly between the growing shadows.
He stood out like a beacon in the impending darkness, her yellow gaze easily finding the contrasting brightness of his coat. Her puppet stood alert, waiting for her command. But the shadowed tendrils that had easily knit it begins to unwind under her whims, sending the inky medium back to the forest floor where she had first gathered it. Unfortunately for him, he is not looking her way; fortunately for her, it gives her time to tread effortlessly behind him, patiently waiting with a quizzical tilt of her head for him to notice the second shadow he had unknowingly gained.
@[Raul]