10-17-2017, 07:43 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He doesn’t travel to the common lands much these days. Recruiting was delegated to the commoners for a reason, having better things to do with his time. However the pickings had been slim and his own curiosity brings him to the open field to see what it had to offer. To see if his subjects were just lazy or if there really was nothing left but trash and scraps. The white wraith usually had the knack of being in the right place at the right time. Today was no different.
His crimson gaze scans the grounds, resting on a vague familiar skunk like face. It belongs to a dark stallion who stands beside an even darker child. Slowly he drifts towards the pair and as he edges closer, recognition dawns. Well well. Another old friend, back from the dead.
”Set?” He questions with a hard eye and a raised brow as he joins the duo. He smells of graveyards and dirt, pine and shadows. But it is him and what a history they share. Alliances, the Chamber, the cruel debauchery of the slave pens. He wonders if he remembers, if his tastes still remain the same. Perhaps being beneath the earth could change a man. ”What called you back this time?”
He pauses, glittering gaze shifting towards the filly and eyeing her with little thought. What he wants is the man before him. His time is precious these days and so he wastes little time in extending his invitation. ”I rule the forest of Sylva these days. You have impeccable timing, we are about to throw a party. One that you might find of interest.” He dangles the bait before him, a tantalizing hint of the memories they had once shared. ”You’re more then welcome to attend.” Forgetting the foal for a moment but looking to her as an afterthought. ”You as well.”
His crimson gaze scans the grounds, resting on a vague familiar skunk like face. It belongs to a dark stallion who stands beside an even darker child. Slowly he drifts towards the pair and as he edges closer, recognition dawns. Well well. Another old friend, back from the dead.
”Set?” He questions with a hard eye and a raised brow as he joins the duo. He smells of graveyards and dirt, pine and shadows. But it is him and what a history they share. Alliances, the Chamber, the cruel debauchery of the slave pens. He wonders if he remembers, if his tastes still remain the same. Perhaps being beneath the earth could change a man. ”What called you back this time?”
He pauses, glittering gaze shifting towards the filly and eyeing her with little thought. What he wants is the man before him. His time is precious these days and so he wastes little time in extending his invitation. ”I rule the forest of Sylva these days. You have impeccable timing, we are about to throw a party. One that you might find of interest.” He dangles the bait before him, a tantalizing hint of the memories they had once shared. ”You’re more then welcome to attend.” Forgetting the foal for a moment but looking to her as an afterthought. ”You as well.”
Gryffen
@[Set]