11-05-2017, 09:59 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He was growing so bored of the same routine. There was only so many times one can cut the flesh from a screaming victim with the same dulled knife. Only so many times one can stick themselves within whore after common whore and gain the same complacent satisfaction. Thana was the exception to the rule (she always is) but she had earned her way as his most trusted follower. She held that same streak for diversity that ran along her cold-blooded instinct to kill. They were both searching.. Searching for the next adventure. The next grain of knowledge that had yet to be unearthed.
He is always seeking for the truth behind the power. What made magic what it was, how does one harness it to use for their own will? He’s always looking for the answer to the greatest question of them all. The truth of Death. How could he take that for himself? How could he be the Master of Death?
It has been so long since he had manipulated another into doing what he wanted… In exploiting their powers for him to study and observe. But he is also curious about more simple things… The seductions of the flesh. Any flesh. As his crimson gaze traces the hollowed curve of the young stallions cheek, he remembers Pazuzu’s teeth raking deliciously along his back. The silvery strands of scars still marking the encounter along his spine. It had been a small taste but enough to tantalize his curiosity.
Perhaps there was more to pleasure then soft women.
He can sense the willingness in Crevan to please. Perhaps his wolf-mother had failed to satisfy this need within him. Perhaps that’s the way to his heart, to his unyielding loyalty. His thoughts confirmed when the young wolf mentions a gift. The white wraith smiles slowly…. The last gift he had been given had brought him much pleasure. He doesn’t doubt, with what he has seen so far, that this gift will be any less exciting. ”I’ll make sure to find her.” He murmurs softly as his crimson stare follows his averted gaze. Taking a step even closer to him to bring those eyes back to his.
He could unleash the magic within him, he could force it into the heart of the man before him. However…. He is curious to hear the words first. Blunt teeth reach brazenly to tug at a tangled burr wrapped in a strand of his navy tresses. As if they have known each other forever, as if he has touched him in such a way before. ”Your mother once showed me her heart’s desire. It was… Not what I had expected.” The words quiet among the sighs and moans around them. Not doubting that he was latched on to every single word. ”I wonder what you desire Crevan. If it’s something I can help with…” There’s an invitation there, subtle but lingering in the dusky autumn light. The unwavering red gaze never leaving his face, watching carefully to see if he’s picked it up. If he’s accepted.
He is always seeking for the truth behind the power. What made magic what it was, how does one harness it to use for their own will? He’s always looking for the answer to the greatest question of them all. The truth of Death. How could he take that for himself? How could he be the Master of Death?
It has been so long since he had manipulated another into doing what he wanted… In exploiting their powers for him to study and observe. But he is also curious about more simple things… The seductions of the flesh. Any flesh. As his crimson gaze traces the hollowed curve of the young stallions cheek, he remembers Pazuzu’s teeth raking deliciously along his back. The silvery strands of scars still marking the encounter along his spine. It had been a small taste but enough to tantalize his curiosity.
Perhaps there was more to pleasure then soft women.
He can sense the willingness in Crevan to please. Perhaps his wolf-mother had failed to satisfy this need within him. Perhaps that’s the way to his heart, to his unyielding loyalty. His thoughts confirmed when the young wolf mentions a gift. The white wraith smiles slowly…. The last gift he had been given had brought him much pleasure. He doesn’t doubt, with what he has seen so far, that this gift will be any less exciting. ”I’ll make sure to find her.” He murmurs softly as his crimson stare follows his averted gaze. Taking a step even closer to him to bring those eyes back to his.
He could unleash the magic within him, he could force it into the heart of the man before him. However…. He is curious to hear the words first. Blunt teeth reach brazenly to tug at a tangled burr wrapped in a strand of his navy tresses. As if they have known each other forever, as if he has touched him in such a way before. ”Your mother once showed me her heart’s desire. It was… Not what I had expected.” The words quiet among the sighs and moans around them. Not doubting that he was latched on to every single word. ”I wonder what you desire Crevan. If it’s something I can help with…” There’s an invitation there, subtle but lingering in the dusky autumn light. The unwavering red gaze never leaving his face, watching carefully to see if he’s picked it up. If he’s accepted.
Gryffen
@[Crevan]