08-22-2017, 11:14 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
They were slower than snails but eventually they come, entering into the new world he had promised them. So far he had kept his end of the deal but there was far more work to be done until the promise was fully kept. For now he keeps close to the entrance of Taiga, the single hollow in the thick twisted branches that made up the Taigan wall. Until he has sussed out a loyal guard, he places that important task onto himself.
Deimos had finally appeared so it was not surprising that two would soon follow. It seems so long ago when those irons had clamped around two necks, locking them into servitude, one willing and one not so much. He had wondered what had happened to them since that day in the forest, only able to speculate what part of hell Deimos had dragged them to.
Crimson eyes break through the mists, attached to a dark shadow with a silver chain upon it’s neck. His own ember gaze burns towards him, amusement flickering over his cold features. If only he could mind read, knowing this one had a past with one that still lurked (trespassing, they would all pay in time) then how wonderful would it be to play it to his advantage.
The dark stallion has come to a stop, having passed the gateway by a few feet. To his left is the Taiga Wraith and now his ghostly form comes forth with the mist. ”Ouija…” He hisses softly, the dampness of the fog on his lips making his S’s end with a whistle. ”I believe you’re looking for your Master.” For he was the first of the willing slaves, he who wanted to play games. Here in this new world, he would have plenty to play.
Deimos had finally appeared so it was not surprising that two would soon follow. It seems so long ago when those irons had clamped around two necks, locking them into servitude, one willing and one not so much. He had wondered what had happened to them since that day in the forest, only able to speculate what part of hell Deimos had dragged them to.
Crimson eyes break through the mists, attached to a dark shadow with a silver chain upon it’s neck. His own ember gaze burns towards him, amusement flickering over his cold features. If only he could mind read, knowing this one had a past with one that still lurked (trespassing, they would all pay in time) then how wonderful would it be to play it to his advantage.
The dark stallion has come to a stop, having passed the gateway by a few feet. To his left is the Taiga Wraith and now his ghostly form comes forth with the mist. ”Ouija…” He hisses softly, the dampness of the fog on his lips making his S’s end with a whistle. ”I believe you’re looking for your Master.” For he was the first of the willing slaves, he who wanted to play games. Here in this new world, he would have plenty to play.
Gryffen