01-11-2017, 06:11 AM
The woman he stalks… he can tell she has been here before.
His red eyes fall upon her form and he is pleased by what he finds. To find the mother of the child that he found in the woods not too far from here. That mirror image—the sickening feel of power tossed aside for nothingness—to put in her words, a shell of their former selves. Topsail his mind said. He sees her, and feels the need to approach. A Queen who flees.
Not a Queen at all.
Those snapping jaws he sees in her head—could she still use them? Is she truly that fierce beast that is begging to be released from that body? He does not know, and it is not worth his time to seek it out from her mind. Instead he watches from the shadows, looking for the opportune moment, pressing his advantage. He prefers his solitude, and unlike this female finds that the stupidity of most of his company is beneath him. Those unlucky enough to make his notice find themselves likely at the end of death and a one way trip to hell.
He does not approach her. From his place on the bluff, he is content to watch, breathing a cold exhale, testing her quality.
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
HTML by Call