11-13-2016, 07:05 PM
Bruise had not arrived to the meeting at first—it had seemed unnecessary. Unless his father staked his claim, Pangea was a bore to him. Just a wasteland. Ruined potential.
That being said, he’d watched the pair who had arrived and sought to seek them out after. Each had struck his interest in their own ways, each had piqued his curiosity. The first for him to hunt down after the meeting had fizzled was the red-eyed stallion who had come with the questions and confusion. It was easy to manipulate someone when they were still disoriented, one simply had to strike when the iron was hot.
He found Waylan easily, his path smoother and faster than it had been for a while. He did not bother to move with enhanced speed—not now, at least. It was a waste when he had all the time in the world. Instead he walked slowly behind the dark chocolate stallion, circling around so that they could be face to face, his own dark eyes meeting the red gaze of the other, silence falling thick and heavy between them.
For several moments, he said nothing, just studied the other with a careful gaze.
Finally, he tilted his handsome head to the side, his smile cold. “You said that your invisibility had been vanquished,” his voice was oddly husky for being so young, the sound dark in his throat. “What if I told you that I could help you get it back.” He felt the temporary magic simmering in his blood alongside the speed, the Fear. It was a heady feeling to know that he could control the fates of others should he wish.
It was even headier to know that he could do so with limits of his own choosing.
“What would something like that be worth to you?”
Bruise
head like a hole; as black as your soul.
@[Waylan]