Of Demons and Darkness

a pretentious man of black and white found himself slipping in and out of the confines of tall threads made of gold, some reaching desperately above his thorn-riddled crown of arrogance and toward the sky. his days had drawn long, he hadn't a clue where to start his endeavors. he needn't reason yet to seek out the truth in the information the harlot known as medusa whispered to him. and though he was more than excited about his brother's arrival and acceptance of his morbid tendencies, again the man hadn't found any reason to go jumping forward with any type of plan. in fact, he wasn't quite sure dear kapras?us would be as willing to follow him as he put out. he'd have to test that before going further with him.

jaws lined with pencil fell apart as a yawn racked his skeletal figure, shoulders shaking while a coarse groan forced through a tense throat. as they snapped back, invertly colored eyes widened and blinked vigorously to rid the water disfiguring his vision. charcoal sheathed masts held up the man's body, threads of ivory mingling briefly with gold as slight feet carried him along. pointed audits swiveled for show; he couldn't hear anything as a gentle breeze shifted and waved the grasses surrounding him. but he didn't much need them - he could see as far as his eyesight would let him over this flat land.

but he hadn't been paying much attention, now had he? off to the left, caught by his peripheral vision, was a guest quite the opposite of he. split maw cracked into a wicked grin as he allowed his eyes to wash over the man. he stepped closer, but only enough to bring attention to himself. "baldr must have worked hard on you." he knew the man had about a ninety percent chance of understanding him, wolves around here didn't seem to know of his religion. but he didn't bother. if anything, he figured it gave him a mysterious edge.



notes; baldr is usually known for being the wisest nordic god, but he's also known for his handsomeness, which jaeger was referring to