07-04-2017, 10:22 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
There is something that he has been waiting on, something that’s long overdue. Oh he hasn’t forgotten his little minnow that he had kept in the sallow pond of his old mountain range. There was a rumor that Magnus, that busybody buttplug, had taken her long ago. Now while he may have been indisposed, Minette had still belonged to him. To add further insult to injury, he had taken his children as well. Now that won’t do. They belonged to him, all of them. Dead or alive, he will reclaim them.
The last whisper of the thief was in a land called Tephra. It’s not a far trip to take from the forest with the aid of feathery wings and so he takes to the air and within hours he is gliding down towards another range of forest. Hooves lightly touch down on black soot and his nostrils wrinkle as ash and heat rush up to meet him. Even though it’s winter, this land is warm. Not his cup of tea and he ruffles his feathers with discomfort. Already longing for the cool shadows from whence he came. There’s still business to attend to and he won’t leave without something, so he waits by the border. No, he won’t go prancing in. He understands how these things work, having been a kingdom man for so long. From disgraced Chamber prince to mastering the Chamber’s shadows…Old habits are hard to forget. Besides if one is going to play the game they have to do it right.
Red eyes glitter in the dusk of sunset, the sun barely visible as it slowly sinks in the distance. Arching his neck, he cranes his head towards his side, preening at the soft down of snowy feathers that he rakes against yellowed teeth. Settling into his stance, calm and quiet. He is patient, he can wait.
The last whisper of the thief was in a land called Tephra. It’s not a far trip to take from the forest with the aid of feathery wings and so he takes to the air and within hours he is gliding down towards another range of forest. Hooves lightly touch down on black soot and his nostrils wrinkle as ash and heat rush up to meet him. Even though it’s winter, this land is warm. Not his cup of tea and he ruffles his feathers with discomfort. Already longing for the cool shadows from whence he came. There’s still business to attend to and he won’t leave without something, so he waits by the border. No, he won’t go prancing in. He understands how these things work, having been a kingdom man for so long. From disgraced Chamber prince to mastering the Chamber’s shadows…Old habits are hard to forget. Besides if one is going to play the game they have to do it right.
Red eyes glitter in the dusk of sunset, the sun barely visible as it slowly sinks in the distance. Arching his neck, he cranes his head towards his side, preening at the soft down of snowy feathers that he rakes against yellowed teeth. Settling into his stance, calm and quiet. He is patient, he can wait.
Gryffen