Tannor
Silence.
It comes with a sense if loneliness and dread. When the world around you is too quiet it can bring forth so many painful memories, but worse of all a sense of building desperation even within the demons of the world.
He doesn't like it. Then again, who would?
Life without his partner-in-crime was strange. It felt empty and unusual and he didn't have the patience he typically would. Wherever she was, he has not yet found her. But soon. Soon she would reappear. He could feel it.
The rage was slowly building, twisting and turning deep within the pits of his empty gut as he tried to keep a grip tightly held on the reality that surrounded him. It was as though he was a balloon, quickly inflating with air. The pressure was growing and just one prick of a needle would cause him to pop.
It's this that drives him. Keeps him from his hole in the ground. From slipping back into a sweet slumber.************* It's morning when he finds himself standing in the center of the island, quietly staring at nothing in particular. In silence he is contemplating, planning, determining. He knows he must find her, but so far he has searched everywhere to no avail. She is out of reach, but soon. Soon.
With a sigh his dark black eyes scan over his surroundings until finally he is moving, slinking lazily through the trees, his body sticking to the shadows. For now the best he can do is keep an eye on the place he had determined was home. The first place he had finally, truly made a friend.
His pledge of loyalty and protection had been an honest one to the bay and emerald queen and over time, no matter what happened he would stick to it. For a demons promise was always a promise sealed with their own blood. It's in silence that he continues on his path until finally he comes across a lone soul and coming a sudden halt he huffs slightly. For a moment he watches them until finally a blunt and sudden greeting slips through his lips, "Hello," it is forced, but he is trying.
You are not who he is looking for.
You are not her.
It comes with a sense if loneliness and dread. When the world around you is too quiet it can bring forth so many painful memories, but worse of all a sense of building desperation even within the demons of the world.
He doesn't like it. Then again, who would?
Life without his partner-in-crime was strange. It felt empty and unusual and he didn't have the patience he typically would. Wherever she was, he has not yet found her. But soon. Soon she would reappear. He could feel it.
The rage was slowly building, twisting and turning deep within the pits of his empty gut as he tried to keep a grip tightly held on the reality that surrounded him. It was as though he was a balloon, quickly inflating with air. The pressure was growing and just one prick of a needle would cause him to pop.
It's this that drives him. Keeps him from his hole in the ground. From slipping back into a sweet slumber.
With a sigh his dark black eyes scan over his surroundings until finally he is moving, slinking lazily through the trees, his body sticking to the shadows. For now the best he can do is keep an eye on the place he had determined was home. The first place he had finally, truly made a friend.
His pledge of loyalty and protection had been an honest one to the bay and emerald queen and over time, no matter what happened he would stick to it. For a demons promise was always a promise sealed with their own blood. It's in silence that he continues on his path until finally he comes across a lone soul and coming a sudden halt he huffs slightly. For a moment he watches them until finally a blunt and sudden greeting slips through his lips, "Hello," it is forced, but he is trying.
You are not who he is looking for.
You are not her.
the demon of ischia