10-15-2017, 08:59 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He has lost interest in the vapid mare (though it will be renewed when he finds time to play with her) and leaves her in Crevan’s capable claws. There is a burst of flame behind him and the wicked grin spreads slowly over his cold lips. It seemed he had kept the best of the wolf pack after all. The metallic tang of blood sifts through the air and he inhales deeply as his red eye’s dilate and contract.
He can practically hear the thrumming of Imperial’s frantic heart, can taste the fear that reflects in his eyes. It fades slightly as recognition turns to confusion. He had been mistaken, briefly, for someone else. If only he could find out who and use it to his advantage. Not realizing that the link is closer then he thinks.
The Loess stallion tries to puff up his chest, be the mare’s savior in her time of need. What he offers in exchange for her make’s the wraith laugh coldly. ”And who says your soul has worth?” Flat words, there is no humor written along the hard ridges of his face. The red of his eyes flickering dangerously as he considers the pawns before him. How to move them strategically to his advantage. Perhaps his soul was worthless but what if he was to bring someone else’s? A sinister smile curls on his lips as a delicious and wicked decision is made.
”I don’t want your soul.” A pause as he locks onto Imperial and makes his request. ”I want your Queen.” He hisses softly. “Bring her to me alive and your girlfriend will remain alive though perhaps not all in one piece. Kill Heda and she will be released unscathed. Bring me nothing and…” Here he gives a slight shrug, his meaning clear. She would never leave Sylva again.
He can practically hear the thrumming of Imperial’s frantic heart, can taste the fear that reflects in his eyes. It fades slightly as recognition turns to confusion. He had been mistaken, briefly, for someone else. If only he could find out who and use it to his advantage. Not realizing that the link is closer then he thinks.
The Loess stallion tries to puff up his chest, be the mare’s savior in her time of need. What he offers in exchange for her make’s the wraith laugh coldly. ”And who says your soul has worth?” Flat words, there is no humor written along the hard ridges of his face. The red of his eyes flickering dangerously as he considers the pawns before him. How to move them strategically to his advantage. Perhaps his soul was worthless but what if he was to bring someone else’s? A sinister smile curls on his lips as a delicious and wicked decision is made.
”I don’t want your soul.” A pause as he locks onto Imperial and makes his request. ”I want your Queen.” He hisses softly. “Bring her to me alive and your girlfriend will remain alive though perhaps not all in one piece. Kill Heda and she will be released unscathed. Bring me nothing and…” Here he gives a slight shrug, his meaning clear. She would never leave Sylva again.
Gryffen
@[Kuma] @[Imperial] @[Crevan]