07-31-2018, 11:33 PM
now i know ya thought that ya had me played
the check is in my hand, i got it made
You want to spread chaos, huh? Well... You really should be careful what you wish for. I've been there, dude. I've spread chaos. I've been the chaos. It didn't get me shit, except some deep scaring and an angry hoard. Allies became enemies when I failed. Enemies became the unknown. the check is in my hand, i got it made
Chaos. It's all fun and games. That is unless you don't care about losing everything. Unlike most, I didn't care... And honestly? I still don't. Now... We could say it's fate that I found you, but that would be too melodramatic. Instead, let's be honest. I've found you because I live in these forests. I've refused to align myself to anyone after I went and fucked up the royal party (ahh, memories). No use in tying yourself to anyone when you have no desire to help them in any way, am I right?
Anyway, looks like it's time for another party crashin'. Let's do this. I'll give you chaos. I'm bored and it is what I'm good at after all.
He is a still figure colored of chrome in the darkened forests as the sound of galloping hooves thunder through the silent air. A twitch of an ear is the only movement made until finally a streak of red bursts past him. Slowly the tall stallion's head turns towards the figure, watching him until he comes to a stop and holds his head high. He can sense it. That the other was trying to outrun something. But whatever it was doesn't seem to be coming and for a moment Ba'al twists somewhere deep within. 'He is troubled. Like you,' the laughter that follows in his mind causes his brow to crease in darkened thought and for a moment he has half a mind to just walk away. To ignore it.
Ain't his circus, ain't his monkeys.
But then again... He tilts his head curiously as he watches the other and for a moment his dark solid black eyes close and with a sigh and a twitch of the lips, he realizes he's curious. It's only then he steps forward, doing nothing to hide his presence. His hoof beats are loud on the solid forest floor and his breathing natural and calm. Moving up next to the other he comes to a stop and rolls his shoulders in a gentle shrug before glancing at him. "You can't outrun it," his voice is smooth yet deep as he speaks for the first time in ages. "It only leaves when it's ready." Demons. Whether the actual thing or the metaphorical demons, they never left until they found reason to. The usual reason was death, or that you nolonger served any purpose to their dark intentions.
The smell of blood is ripe but it goes ignored and not once does the silver chrome stallion look down towards the other's body. He doesn't care that he's run himself ragged. It doesn't effect him if the other is injured, so why should he? Stepping forward he sighs softly, "If you're anything like me, you'll use it." It's funny advice, coming from someone like him - but then again, this one doesn't know him, he doesn't know his past.
That's the best part. Most of these faces know nothing about him.
Tannor
long live the king