07-14-2017, 02:41 AM
a ghost in the darkness.
This place sucks. Badly. It’s way too hot, almost stifling. The former Chamber wraith shifts slightly as he begins to perspire, droplets of sweat beading along the arch of his cream neck. Crimson iris’s gaze rather longingly at the sea. If nobody comes forward soon, he might take a quick dip in the waves. The thought of the cool caress of salty water on his skin makes him lick his lips involuntarily. How does anyone stand this damn heat?
Through the haze of smoke, he thinks for a minute that perhaps he is seeing some sort of odd reflection. Red eyes glare out into his own but soon a large black mass begins to shape around them. From the sea, like Poseidon himself, he rises. Interesting character this.
”How do you stand this place?” Is how he responds to the greeting, the sweat now trickling down across his chest. Sighing softly as he shifts with his discomfort, regaining his decorum. ”Gryffen.” He purrs softly against the rolling crash of waves. His own crimson gaze glancing out behind Offspring in the obvious attempt of locating someone.
I’m trying to find someone. I’ve been following rumors that the man who kidnapped the love of my life and our daughter a few years ago brought them here.” He exhales softly, nostrils flaring at the irritation of it all. Fucking Magnus, that little shit. ”I was hoping to be reunited with them again, make up for those lost years.” Oh if Minette was still alive he would definitely make up for lost time, he would carve her flesh from her very bones piece by piece. The price to pay for her disobedience and disloyalty.
”I miss them very much… I’ve been so worried…” He remembers to add, casting his gaze down and his voice softening with sadness. His shoulders slump in defeat, ever the figure of a grieving widower. Insincere of course but one must play the part.
”Please tell me you’ve seen them, Minette and Amorette.” Now the lines of his face are wistful as he casts his pleading gaze up to the dark stallion. Searching for a sign of recognition for that’s all he really needs to know.
Through the haze of smoke, he thinks for a minute that perhaps he is seeing some sort of odd reflection. Red eyes glare out into his own but soon a large black mass begins to shape around them. From the sea, like Poseidon himself, he rises. Interesting character this.
”How do you stand this place?” Is how he responds to the greeting, the sweat now trickling down across his chest. Sighing softly as he shifts with his discomfort, regaining his decorum. ”Gryffen.” He purrs softly against the rolling crash of waves. His own crimson gaze glancing out behind Offspring in the obvious attempt of locating someone.
I’m trying to find someone. I’ve been following rumors that the man who kidnapped the love of my life and our daughter a few years ago brought them here.” He exhales softly, nostrils flaring at the irritation of it all. Fucking Magnus, that little shit. ”I was hoping to be reunited with them again, make up for those lost years.” Oh if Minette was still alive he would definitely make up for lost time, he would carve her flesh from her very bones piece by piece. The price to pay for her disobedience and disloyalty.
”I miss them very much… I’ve been so worried…” He remembers to add, casting his gaze down and his voice softening with sadness. His shoulders slump in defeat, ever the figure of a grieving widower. Insincere of course but one must play the part.
”Please tell me you’ve seen them, Minette and Amorette.” Now the lines of his face are wistful as he casts his pleading gaze up to the dark stallion. Searching for a sign of recognition for that’s all he really needs to know.
Gryffen