09-17-2017, 07:30 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Nothing passes through the forest these days without being noticed. He has eyes everywhere. It’s not much different from when he had noticed Straia’s ravens and had found a way to use the birds to his own advantage. Usually he leaves most visitors alone, the motley crew keeping to the dark shadows of the wooden depths. Biding their time.
Today they garner his interest, enough to make him slip his coat of shadows and appear before them. Two boys, one older and one younger. The younger was vexed with his companion, the white wraith had been lurking long enough to pick up pieces of the argument. To realize they may be worth his time.
His ruby gaze is cool and appraising as he flicks his attention to the man who can pluck thoughts from ones head as well as place them (so very very useful, he would press his fingers together if he could with the anticipation of adding to his collection) to the wolf-shifting boy. Oh Crevan was far from a stranger to him. He had made it his priority to know at least the names, if not the faces, of those that he did business with. The water mare’s child, the scent of Taiga and wolf still a harsh scent on his pelt. He smells burning, he smells potential.
He had revealed himself at a crucial time, as Voltage instructs the young wolf on some of the finer points of his ability. ”And can you place misinformation in their heads?” Curious words that slip from his tongue, laced with his intentions. ”Can the roles be reversed I wonder.” Magic never ceased to amaze him, this trait was new to him. Undiscovered. He itches to unravel it, to discover it’s source. A pause as he considers them thoughtfully.
”No point wasting your time on a fruitless journey.” Gaging their reactions. ”Taiga is no more.” It was always interesting to see how they reacted to the news. It made no sense to him, the Chamber had been lost long ago and he had not wailed and mewled with grief. It was nothing but dirt, a land. Plenty more where that came from. ”But there’s always a consolation prize.” Another forest, another kingdom. One he planned on taking for his own.
Today they garner his interest, enough to make him slip his coat of shadows and appear before them. Two boys, one older and one younger. The younger was vexed with his companion, the white wraith had been lurking long enough to pick up pieces of the argument. To realize they may be worth his time.
His ruby gaze is cool and appraising as he flicks his attention to the man who can pluck thoughts from ones head as well as place them (so very very useful, he would press his fingers together if he could with the anticipation of adding to his collection) to the wolf-shifting boy. Oh Crevan was far from a stranger to him. He had made it his priority to know at least the names, if not the faces, of those that he did business with. The water mare’s child, the scent of Taiga and wolf still a harsh scent on his pelt. He smells burning, he smells potential.
He had revealed himself at a crucial time, as Voltage instructs the young wolf on some of the finer points of his ability. ”And can you place misinformation in their heads?” Curious words that slip from his tongue, laced with his intentions. ”Can the roles be reversed I wonder.” Magic never ceased to amaze him, this trait was new to him. Undiscovered. He itches to unravel it, to discover it’s source. A pause as he considers them thoughtfully.
”No point wasting your time on a fruitless journey.” Gaging their reactions. ”Taiga is no more.” It was always interesting to see how they reacted to the news. It made no sense to him, the Chamber had been lost long ago and he had not wailed and mewled with grief. It was nothing but dirt, a land. Plenty more where that came from. ”But there’s always a consolation prize.” Another forest, another kingdom. One he planned on taking for his own.
Gryffen