07-05-2017, 06:04 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
The wings are gone, ripped from his body in the dead of night. A punishment he figures for what he has done, had done. A cruel reminder that he is only mortal unlike those he seeks and guides. That he will never be one of them, he will always just be the scientist. The observer. The man behind the puppet strings. The one who can lead but not partake. It’s not that he can’t accomplish his goals without the help of magic. He has accomplished so much with just the cartilage of his hooves, the rip of his teeth, the force of his tongue. It’s just the spitefulness of the situation. How do so many unworthy of these powers gain them and yet he is left with nothing? One who would test the limits of magic themselves, study it, use it to it’s full advantage? Not waste it like they do. Nothing aggravates him more. At least with the wings he had something, it was merely a taste but it had been enough at the time. Now his body is stripped and he licks at his lips as his face darkens. How this world will pay for their ignorance.
There is suddenly a shadow wrapping itself around him and he unthinkingly allows himself to be drawn into it’s embrace. It takes him a second to realize it’s actually a living breathing thing, not the cool caress of air and mystery. Thana, the one who had ripped trees from their roots and thrown them about as if they were nothing. All without moving, a simple flick of her mind. The newest addition to the band of merry men, another to join the ranks of the dark underbelly.
The subtle glimpses of moonlight graze along the angles of her dark face. Ebony and ivory, contrasting starkly against each other. Her body wraps alongside his and his bad mood subsides slightly, pressing his teeth sharply into the blue flesh of her shoulder. He has had many woman and few had been willing. None though have ever been as forward as she. This enigma who could probably destroy him if she had the chance and yet seems to have seen what he is capable of with his own bare hooves. The way she looks at him, the way her mouth finds his jaw. He is still but his gaze seem to burn hotter as she hungrily explores his pale skin.
Tangled tendrils the color of dirty snow fall across his hungry blooded eyes. His lips pulling roughly at the hair at the base of her nape. The quiver in her expectant voice igniting his desire for bloodshed and violence once more. ”We will make mothers weep over the bodies of their children.” A snarl curling at the corner of his lips as her touch travels, warming up to his subject. ”Lovers will spurn each other, families will be ripped apart.” He laughs but it is cold and harsh. ”So many bodies… So much death.” He pulls harder on her mane, turning her to him. ”How many will you kill in my name?” He whispers huskily into her ear. ”Who will you kill now to prove your loyalty?” Her beauty and bloodthirsty will mean nothing if she is untrustworthy.
There is suddenly a shadow wrapping itself around him and he unthinkingly allows himself to be drawn into it’s embrace. It takes him a second to realize it’s actually a living breathing thing, not the cool caress of air and mystery. Thana, the one who had ripped trees from their roots and thrown them about as if they were nothing. All without moving, a simple flick of her mind. The newest addition to the band of merry men, another to join the ranks of the dark underbelly.
The subtle glimpses of moonlight graze along the angles of her dark face. Ebony and ivory, contrasting starkly against each other. Her body wraps alongside his and his bad mood subsides slightly, pressing his teeth sharply into the blue flesh of her shoulder. He has had many woman and few had been willing. None though have ever been as forward as she. This enigma who could probably destroy him if she had the chance and yet seems to have seen what he is capable of with his own bare hooves. The way she looks at him, the way her mouth finds his jaw. He is still but his gaze seem to burn hotter as she hungrily explores his pale skin.
Tangled tendrils the color of dirty snow fall across his hungry blooded eyes. His lips pulling roughly at the hair at the base of her nape. The quiver in her expectant voice igniting his desire for bloodshed and violence once more. ”We will make mothers weep over the bodies of their children.” A snarl curling at the corner of his lips as her touch travels, warming up to his subject. ”Lovers will spurn each other, families will be ripped apart.” He laughs but it is cold and harsh. ”So many bodies… So much death.” He pulls harder on her mane, turning her to him. ”How many will you kill in my name?” He whispers huskily into her ear. ”Who will you kill now to prove your loyalty?” Her beauty and bloodthirsty will mean nothing if she is untrustworthy.
Gryffen