08-10-2015, 11:47 PM
D E M I A N ( carnage x adalind )
What was it about long quiet mornings that made one restless? It was almost as though time slowly seeped through the cracks, making one crave for noon to come and go. The inching of time was what caused the graying man to start moving through the silent kingdom.
The other evening he had sent word with a friend to find the man named tarnished and invite him to come find him here in his home. He had a needed a friend for so long, and there were the rumors that drew Demian's attention to the stallion with the personality so much like his own.
Now he played the waiting game. Whether the man would come or not was a fifty/fifty chance. But he was willing to guess the gangly boy sent to deliver the invitation, with the fear of god in his eyes would be almost irresistible. Demian always liked making the weak his playthings. And when it came to those like him, he knew they'd see the mark he left in them.
The mark was a calling card. More so than a few sentences telling a location and a few details. It was enough to tell the invited what they needed to know.
So it was the front borders that Demian chose to head towards. Slowly he wound himself through the trees and underbrush of the kingdom's forest until finally he arrived. Though instead of stepping out of the treeline, he chose to remain in the center of the overgrown trail the soft orange glow of his jaguar markings surrounding him in a soft circle of light.
Patience had never been one of his strong suits but today he would force himself to wait patiently to see if the other would accept and show.
The other evening he had sent word with a friend to find the man named tarnished and invite him to come find him here in his home. He had a needed a friend for so long, and there were the rumors that drew Demian's attention to the stallion with the personality so much like his own.
Now he played the waiting game. Whether the man would come or not was a fifty/fifty chance. But he was willing to guess the gangly boy sent to deliver the invitation, with the fear of god in his eyes would be almost irresistible. Demian always liked making the weak his playthings. And when it came to those like him, he knew they'd see the mark he left in them.
The mark was a calling card. More so than a few sentences telling a location and a few details. It was enough to tell the invited what they needed to know.
So it was the front borders that Demian chose to head towards. Slowly he wound himself through the trees and underbrush of the kingdom's forest until finally he arrived. Though instead of stepping out of the treeline, he chose to remain in the center of the overgrown trail the soft orange glow of his jaguar markings surrounding him in a soft circle of light.
Patience had never been one of his strong suits but today he would force himself to wait patiently to see if the other would accept and show.
immortal winged black hybrid stallion
i hate starter posts, so whatever. don't hate me for the bleh of this. :|