11-06-2018, 11:35 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:lightgrey;"]He could never keep his eyes off the otherworldy figure of one whom was a ghost and yet living among mere mortals and immortals alike. She fascinated him and the Conclave was formed off of the principles of the after life, the very place that such spirits roamed. The Astral Plane. It was a hauntingly beautiful place and just because of that Aeryn was also hauntingly beautiful. Often times he would catch himself just staring at her figure, watching as body slowly became transparent and see through. Catching glimpses of her was still like a game for him and when she appeared before him oh the talks they would get into. Such an invigorating thing to talk to someone who was both here and not. The world as it was did not understand the darker meanings of life, the darkness that was there always lingering in all of them. Immortals too had this darkness rather they were angels, demons, vampires, wendigos. All dark and all seeking to know some sort of truth. He would find that truth. His violet gaze roamed over her or a moment, a slow smile forming before he gave a nod of certainty. "I would not have it any other way, my dear. To have you with me would be quite the honor."
Then his focused turned to a familiar direwolf. One whom he had pictured and learned for some time to come. Habits were habitual formed from day to day processes and he had watched and learned. Understood the direwolf before him but not enough to call him friend. Perhaps acquaintance would be better. Still as he watched the male turned his head to the side, picking up words of what ifs. Always what ifs. But they were not to be ignored for they had claim to the future just as could haves and should haves. Yes, indeed he understood what would need to be done and the look on his face said his answer. The way his eyes became so bright and focused, chilling in the waves of heated violet that they seemed almost mad. The ramblings of a mad man could be dangerous but the mutated hyena didn't see himself as mad, merely a philosopher in his own right. "Well, if they choose to break cordial terms and strike against us we will have no choice but to delve into the necessary evils of life. We shall strip them of everything if need be."
Then his focused turned to a familiar direwolf. One whom he had pictured and learned for some time to come. Habits were habitual formed from day to day processes and he had watched and learned. Understood the direwolf before him but not enough to call him friend. Perhaps acquaintance would be better. Still as he watched the male turned his head to the side, picking up words of what ifs. Always what ifs. But they were not to be ignored for they had claim to the future just as could haves and should haves. Yes, indeed he understood what would need to be done and the look on his face said his answer. The way his eyes became so bright and focused, chilling in the waves of heated violet that they seemed almost mad. The ramblings of a mad man could be dangerous but the mutated hyena didn't see himself as mad, merely a philosopher in his own right. "Well, if they choose to break cordial terms and strike against us we will have no choice but to delve into the necessary evils of life. We shall strip them of everything if need be."
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