Blackfeather Woods beware the darkness that will swallow the dawn

for @Wildfire :) SO sorry it took so long. is it cool to assume that wifi's leg is broken for this?

 

The whisper of a visitor in their midst finally caught his ear, and he could think of nothing else. The one before had been boring, insufficient to his needs. She had submitted too easily to the shadows of the dark forest and to the mind games of those within. Perhaps this time, he thought more than readily, their unfortunate victim would have a little more backbone, for it was more fun when there were more bones to break. Litte did he know that something beyond his power, beyond any ability he had ever encountered was destined to shape the course of his life, in a matter of moments. It is was merely fated that as he steps to enter the sanction where their new blood lies already broken, that should he be engulfed in darkness, an unfathomable cosmic anomaly and to his astound. He staggers back, eyes cast to the darkness illuminated by one ring of heavenly fire, a symbol of eternity. It is a sign, he is convinced, the second message he has received from their Gods on his path to find higher greatness. It is likely that this will not be the last.


"Well, well, well,"


The chill of his tone is enough to send a ripple down his own spine, a voice unrecognizable to his own ears as if embodied by a being other than Vaati Clavicus Melonii. "And who might you be?" His words, cunningly tempered, are not to be mistaken for empathy but curiosity as he enters the cavern and draws near the woman; Clavicus lacks any caring characteristic in his personality to save the captive from whatever pain he was bound to inflict upon her. He was simply not a man capable of shedding a tear for the sake of a stranger, but one that would readily pretend that he did. A snake in sheep's clothing is he, and a simple look upon the girl spoke only of one thing: opportunity, offering. He is blessed, he knows, and hence the acts that he commits under the sign of the God's is too. But he lingers in the shadows, paws settled upon the skulls engraved under the dirt floor, watching the other from a post she cannot yet see. There is something satisfying about it, like watching mouse struggle free from Vaati's hold of its tail underneath his paw; the desperation in others that he finds so impeccably amusing. It is this very sadistic outlook on the struggle of others that will lift him high in life to sit upon a throne built from other's suffering. The one the currently gazes his sylph-like eyes upon would be one of many in the years to come, building a legacy that is one to be feared and adored.