Slinking free from the dark woods where they once more resided, he makes his way towards the open plains of the meadow. There were so many here that the crowds served a purpose, making it hard for eavesdroppers. There was no set time or place for a meet up, he knows the man prowls as much as he does. It’s only a matter of time before he comes here. Red eyes scan the distance as he watches by the tree line. Waiting.
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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09-07-2017, 12:49 PM
a ghost in the darkness. It was amusing how quickly the appaloosa stallion had gone from being a pawn to a bloodthirsty magician to now plotting and scheming on his own. The man wanted to stretch his limits, to test his boundaries. The red eyed wraith understands that need, that desire. When Ouija had set off for Sylva, he had not gone after him or stopped him. He knew it was to their benefit in the long run. Now some time had passed since Taiga had been swallowed. It was time to catch up. Slinking free from the dark woods where they once more resided, he makes his way towards the open plains of the meadow. There were so many here that the crowds served a purpose, making it hard for eavesdroppers. There was no set time or place for a meet up, he knows the man prowls as much as he does. It’s only a matter of time before he comes here. Red eyes scan the distance as he watches by the tree line. Waiting. Gryffen
09-11-2017, 08:27 PM
a ghost in the darkness. It doesn’t take long for the spotted spy to find him. Ouija had the drive for such work but needed a little fine tuning in technique. That was something that could easily be remedy, he would have plenty of opportunity to practice. The only movement from the white wraith is the flicker of ember reflecting in his burning gaze. He doesn’t say a word, merely waiting for the information the other must hold. Otherwise he would not be here. Ouija had not disappointed him. Crimson meets crimson and he allows the blanketed stallion to see the glimmer of approval. ”What kind of strength?” He responds quietly when he falls silent for a moment, calculating in his mind. ”How many are in Sylva?” The cerulean mare had great revenge on her mind, he could help with that. He would help with that simply because it would benefit him in the end. Benefit his cause. However his appetite was far from satiated since Taiga had been wrecked and the vision his magic had pulled from her had only made the gears in his head spin once more. The only sound that follows whatever response is given is the sound of his stained whipchord snapping thoughtfully along his flanks. ”I have an idea.” He states slowly, each word rolled along his tongue with a distinct flourish. ”However there is one more thing I need you to do.” He considered the task, eyeing him closely. ”I need you to go to Nerine. I want you to assess the situation there. Don’t let yourself be discovered by it’s leader, try to avoid anyone that may catch you out.” Another lengthy pause, formulating exactly what he wants. Hoping the man had enough common sense to erase all traces of him and the meadow, to cover his tracks. ”See if there may be any interested in our cause but be discreet.” This is the lesson Ouija must learn to excel in his field. ”The more information you can bring me, the better.” Do not disappoint me is the unheard warning that lays heavy in the air. ”Come to the Forest when you’re done. We will be gathering soon.” Gryffen |
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