07-28-2015, 08:54 PM
Most legends diminish, fade, die out. But some legends return long after they had been forgotten, forging new chapters out of the story they had begun. Perhaps they are stories of wonder and adventure. Maybe it’s a love story that picks up right where it was left off. Or maybe… Maybe it’s a tale of destruction and glory. Those were his favorites, the kind of legacy he left behind. The Chamber seems dead and withdrawn from him, not at all the playground he had remembered it to be. More time was spent here in the Meadow then in his birth place since he had returned. Here he made his mark, however subtle and slightly, as he pondered his next move. Should he roll the dice and try something new or see if waiting would be the most beneficial. Patience had never been his strong suit, he wouldn’t wait for long. The ghostly stallion with the gleaming red eyes haunted the withering grasses, agitated with his less then glorious welcome home party. They should have laid out a red carpet for him and instead he had been greeted with silence. His temper was foul. Plumage the color of dirty snow snapped against his hindquarters, betraying his mood. Her spotted silhouette makes her stand out, the way she picks her head up now and then and gives an almost wistful look here and there. She picks at the grass (when was the last time he had eaten? Surely he must eat here or there but he can’t seem to remember when that had been.. It seemed he was living off nothing just as a real ghost would do) in between her searching, it gives her away. This distraction method. His hooves dig into the earth as he turns his bleached body in her direction. As he grows closer, his pace slows and he purrs to her as his red eyes narrow coldly. ”Waiting for someone?” *********the big bad wolf |