09-28-2017, 05:06 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Unlike her, many know where the wraith haunts. He considers this forest his just as much as the autumn lands he now rules.
An extension of himself. But his.
It would not surprise him to know others lurked much as he. The only question would be, how had he not found them yet? He made it his business to suss out those that may be useful in some way or another. To find the tricksters and the talented that may serve faithfully, to be exploited, to be a pawn in his many games. One of the wolves had found the ghost girl long before he but a wraith can connect with a ghost much better than a fanged canine can.
Perhaps he had caught glimpses of her before but always waved them off as unimportant in his grand scheme of things. It should have come to him sooner, that ghosts were real. He had haunted enough graveyards, he should have known better.
He stalks the dark woods with a darkened look hardening the lines of his pale face, a broodiness in the depths of red. Still not satisfied by all he has accomplished, hungry for more. His stride does not break or hesitate even as dewy moss attempts to cling to his coat, as twigs rake against his scarred backside. The little reminder of his brief meeting with Pazuzu, disappointed that he had disappeared so soon.
He’s looking for…. something. He never knows what it looks like, what kind of package it will be wrapped in. He just knows it when he sees it. The feeling of being watched, followed, soon crawls along his backside but he is silent. It wasn’t the first time he had attracted such secret attention. Coming to a halt, a ripple of irritation coursing along the muscles of his snowy shoulder. Grinding his teeth as he glances about. He doesn’t have all day. Surely there was something in these woods he was suppose to find…
A scent, mossy and wispy like fog, suddenly curls about his nostrils and he wrinkles them at the sudden arrival. A hot mist of air hits him, as if someone was breathing against his muzzle. A second of a pause, considering, before extending his neck and snapping stained teeth in the air about his face. There is magic here.
An extension of himself. But his.
It would not surprise him to know others lurked much as he. The only question would be, how had he not found them yet? He made it his business to suss out those that may be useful in some way or another. To find the tricksters and the talented that may serve faithfully, to be exploited, to be a pawn in his many games. One of the wolves had found the ghost girl long before he but a wraith can connect with a ghost much better than a fanged canine can.
Perhaps he had caught glimpses of her before but always waved them off as unimportant in his grand scheme of things. It should have come to him sooner, that ghosts were real. He had haunted enough graveyards, he should have known better.
He stalks the dark woods with a darkened look hardening the lines of his pale face, a broodiness in the depths of red. Still not satisfied by all he has accomplished, hungry for more. His stride does not break or hesitate even as dewy moss attempts to cling to his coat, as twigs rake against his scarred backside. The little reminder of his brief meeting with Pazuzu, disappointed that he had disappeared so soon.
He’s looking for…. something. He never knows what it looks like, what kind of package it will be wrapped in. He just knows it when he sees it. The feeling of being watched, followed, soon crawls along his backside but he is silent. It wasn’t the first time he had attracted such secret attention. Coming to a halt, a ripple of irritation coursing along the muscles of his snowy shoulder. Grinding his teeth as he glances about. He doesn’t have all day. Surely there was something in these woods he was suppose to find…
A scent, mossy and wispy like fog, suddenly curls about his nostrils and he wrinkles them at the sudden arrival. A hot mist of air hits him, as if someone was breathing against his muzzle. A second of a pause, considering, before extending his neck and snapping stained teeth in the air about his face. There is magic here.
Gryffen
I'm so sorry this took me a billion years to do<3 @[Femur]