08-22-2017, 09:07 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
His patience grows razor thin, webbed and translucent, as he presses deathly white lips together in irritation. They creep into the forest as if it still belongs to someone else, as if they were welcome when they most certainly were not. It was hard to miss, catching the offending scents or glimpses as they flaunted their presence before him as if he would simply stand back and watch, as if he didn’t see.
Oh, he saw. While he no longer had the raven on his shoulder or intrusive magical powers, one didn’t need traits when he had plenty of experience merging into fog and shadow. So why has he done nothing? Surely he could flex some power, attack them and berate them. It would get the job done. It was too simple a fix and wouldn’t keep them out (or in) forever.
He imagines a thick bramble surrounding the forest, of the menacing woods curling and twisting themselves into a protective barrier, becoming one with the mist and surging forth as a wooded fortress. His lips curl into a smirk at the thought. One way in, one way out… If you were lucky.
It’s as if the image is plucked from his mind and suddenly forms around him. His red eyes narrow as root and branch begin to curl outwards from where he stands by one of the borders. Silently he watches the shift, as the graying bark stretches and cracks and as it continues to grow so does his wolfish grin. Everything settles with a final snap and only then does he seek the man behind the magic.
Of course Deimos plays by his own rules, he wouldn’t expect less. The Taiga wraith knows that as long as they can mutually benefit each other then he can be relied on. The demon had been particularly absent as of late but it was only a matter of time since the takeover that he would come. Crimson iris’s fall upon the mottled canine like figure as he brushes through the swirling shadows. ”Quite an entrance.” Pleasure in his voice, carefully watching as others soon come forward to inspect this new element.
”Exactly what I had in mind…” A brow raised, wouldn’t be the first time Deimos had filtered through his brain. A thick drop of dark resin splatters from the newly formed wall and he eyes it thoughtfully. It wouldn’t keep out everyone but it was a start. ”It could use a finishing touch.” A thought of a pen, not unlike the slave pens of the old Chamber, pops up in his head ready to be picked and morphed. A place for the captives, willing or not, to be placed. No longer allowed to roam free, to be treated the way they deserved.
Oh, he saw. While he no longer had the raven on his shoulder or intrusive magical powers, one didn’t need traits when he had plenty of experience merging into fog and shadow. So why has he done nothing? Surely he could flex some power, attack them and berate them. It would get the job done. It was too simple a fix and wouldn’t keep them out (or in) forever.
He imagines a thick bramble surrounding the forest, of the menacing woods curling and twisting themselves into a protective barrier, becoming one with the mist and surging forth as a wooded fortress. His lips curl into a smirk at the thought. One way in, one way out… If you were lucky.
It’s as if the image is plucked from his mind and suddenly forms around him. His red eyes narrow as root and branch begin to curl outwards from where he stands by one of the borders. Silently he watches the shift, as the graying bark stretches and cracks and as it continues to grow so does his wolfish grin. Everything settles with a final snap and only then does he seek the man behind the magic.
Of course Deimos plays by his own rules, he wouldn’t expect less. The Taiga wraith knows that as long as they can mutually benefit each other then he can be relied on. The demon had been particularly absent as of late but it was only a matter of time since the takeover that he would come. Crimson iris’s fall upon the mottled canine like figure as he brushes through the swirling shadows. ”Quite an entrance.” Pleasure in his voice, carefully watching as others soon come forward to inspect this new element.
”Exactly what I had in mind…” A brow raised, wouldn’t be the first time Deimos had filtered through his brain. A thick drop of dark resin splatters from the newly formed wall and he eyes it thoughtfully. It wouldn’t keep out everyone but it was a start. ”It could use a finishing touch.” A thought of a pen, not unlike the slave pens of the old Chamber, pops up in his head ready to be picked and morphed. A place for the captives, willing or not, to be placed. No longer allowed to roam free, to be treated the way they deserved.
Gryffen
I'll clarify that this wall was at my request =)