09-28-2017, 02:08 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He remains stoic and unconcerned in the wake of the boy’s anger. In fact he looks quite bored. Surely he would feel for the colt, losing his home. Nostrils flare with disdain. The Chamber had been swallowed up long ago, his home. He hadn’t mourned or grieved, been outraged. He dealt with the loss with a shrug of his shoulders and set off for more appealing pastures. Earth was earth. It could all fall in the end.
The bay stallion on the other hand is more interesting. He answers his questions factually, he likes that. Straight to the point, no overwrought outrage for a land he never knew. Nor does it bother him that Voltage flicks through his thoughts like a file cabinet, he had once let Deimos do the same to win him to his side. He would do the same now, let him take that thought as well. A queer smile finds his lips, an appraising glint in the depths of crimson. ”You see for yourself.” Not an invitation, knowing he has already done so.
He’s aware of the pressing presence in his head, the only sign of his irritation is the swiveling of his ears as they flatten against his skull. He is silent as the telepath roves through his mind and he pushes the memories of Taiga’s falling to the forefront. Let him focus on those instead of other things he would rather keep to himself for now. The bay withdraws from his filing system and the wraith gives his satisfied smirk in response before Voltage confirms the truth.
He assumes they are speaking to each other in privacy so he continues on, letting his ruby iris’s narrow on the wolf. ”I’m assuming you know another wolf that shifts from an emerald mare? She’s come around to seeing my way of things… Mostly.” He starts, figuring that most of Taiga’s wolves were packed together. Circy was still rather an enigma, he had seen her desire but the reason why was still not exactly clear. It wasn’t to please him, this is certain. Revenge was one part, to spite the absent ruler that had let them down. However he feels there’s more to it then that… Perhaps Taiga’s downfall had opened a Pandora’s box deep within herself. Releasing things she hadn’t been aware of herself. ”Ruan either fled or drowned, he has not been seen. He was a weak King. I am not.” In his mind, he leaves a tantalizing thought pushed foremost to his brain. One that can’t be missed by the memory diver. Follow me.
The bay stallion on the other hand is more interesting. He answers his questions factually, he likes that. Straight to the point, no overwrought outrage for a land he never knew. Nor does it bother him that Voltage flicks through his thoughts like a file cabinet, he had once let Deimos do the same to win him to his side. He would do the same now, let him take that thought as well. A queer smile finds his lips, an appraising glint in the depths of crimson. ”You see for yourself.” Not an invitation, knowing he has already done so.
He’s aware of the pressing presence in his head, the only sign of his irritation is the swiveling of his ears as they flatten against his skull. He is silent as the telepath roves through his mind and he pushes the memories of Taiga’s falling to the forefront. Let him focus on those instead of other things he would rather keep to himself for now. The bay withdraws from his filing system and the wraith gives his satisfied smirk in response before Voltage confirms the truth.
He assumes they are speaking to each other in privacy so he continues on, letting his ruby iris’s narrow on the wolf. ”I’m assuming you know another wolf that shifts from an emerald mare? She’s come around to seeing my way of things… Mostly.” He starts, figuring that most of Taiga’s wolves were packed together. Circy was still rather an enigma, he had seen her desire but the reason why was still not exactly clear. It wasn’t to please him, this is certain. Revenge was one part, to spite the absent ruler that had let them down. However he feels there’s more to it then that… Perhaps Taiga’s downfall had opened a Pandora’s box deep within herself. Releasing things she hadn’t been aware of herself. ”Ruan either fled or drowned, he has not been seen. He was a weak King. I am not.” In his mind, he leaves a tantalizing thought pushed foremost to his brain. One that can’t be missed by the memory diver. Follow me.
Gryffen
@[Crevan] @[Voltage]