so long and good night; any

[Gryffen]

The ghost is looking for those with worth for his new campaign. Mostly he wants those with a particular set of skills or traits. It goes hand in hand with his vision you see. Already he has managed to gain the support of a handful of dangerous, powerful, magical beings. A handful is not enough. Not for the size and scale of what they plan to do. Ever watching, prowling, waiting. Since his return to this new Beqanna, he makes sure to become familiar with the common lands. This is where he can pluck and pick what he likes. Can find underdeveloped souls that may just need a gentle push to embrace their full potential. He knows about the lack of magic, that some may have lost their abilites. He still wants them, wings cut off or not. If there was a way to return them to former glory then he will be happy to escort them in doing so… for a price of course. There’s a longing in the back of the eyes, a discomfort about the body. This is how he finds them and the field has always been the most promising birthing ground. You see if you need a purpose, Gryffen can give it to you. That’s what the dark writhing monster and the beautiful witch had both been lacking. All that power but no useful outlet, no sweet release. They wanted to be weapons, the red eyed ghost could give them that. Just as he could do this with wayward soul, if given the chance. Wings of soft down are folded gently against his sides, eyes of bright red glowing beneath silky strands of white. An angel of darkness, a mockery of all that was good. Tall grass blades caress his belly as he ambles towards the male. He looks like a fish out of water, as if the sun causes him discomfort, squinting and blinking oddly. Even the shade of the tree doesn’t seem to comfort him. A frown tugs at his lips, for he has always been more comfortable in cooler dark places as well. The Chamber and the mountains he had once kept his captive girls (his birthplace) had been best. A shadowy damp graveyard, full of mist and fog. He can relate, shadow people always know their own. ”You would be better off in the forest.” He offers quietly, snowy whipcord flicking gently against his hocks. It was where he was currently residing until they found more suitable headquarters. ”I’m Gryffen.” He offers, tilting his head slightly and giving the other an appraising look. ”And I have a feeling we might be able to help each other out.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf

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