Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
A figure stepped into the night, his figure shimmering as if he was sheathed in starlight. His platinum mane hung about his faintly feminine face like a radiant halo that reflected the light of the moon as it hung suspended in the dark sky. The Fallen greeted the winter night, embraced its chill as he might a lover. With his nostrils flared, he exhaled. Forrasis's breath hung in front of his face a moment as a visible puff of steam. When he took a step forward, the cloud dispersed as he began his trek towards the all-concealing woods of Caislin Hallows.
In the darkness between the boughs and trunks, he would find what he sought. It was not in the halls of the castle, even though its stone walls sheltered many secrets. Forrasis, of the First Fall, knew that somewhere near was a source of evil, one to which he would rather be ally than rival. He would leave the pitiful school and its petty students to their devices to raise a defense against the onslaught that was coming, one in which he would take part. It had been too long since he had maimed and murdered, destroyed and desecrated. When he returned, Caislin Hallows would be anointed in blood, a shrine to death.
In the darkness between the boughs and trunks, he would find what he sought. It was not in the halls of the castle, even though its stone walls sheltered many secrets. Forrasis, of the First Fall, knew that somewhere near was a source of evil, one to which he would rather be ally than rival. He would leave the pitiful school and its petty students to their devices to raise a defense against the onslaught that was coming, one in which he would take part. It had been too long since he had maimed and murdered, destroyed and desecrated. When he returned, Caislin Hallows would be anointed in blood, a shrine to death.
