"well my sweet darling Raven, you wanted me didn't you, well here I am" he said with a twisted smile whilst he caressed my cheek. Madness, passion, love and obsession swirling in his firery eyes as all I could see was my reflection. Yes this is the...
Wasteland, dark and eerie. Ghouls of all kinds and shapes roam the streets as they speak in their ancient language. Vampires, Ghosts, griffins and all monstrosity known, roam the streets as if any other town. Their bodies adorned with their national color black and gold. A castle black as night but shinning with glore like obsidian, with gold jewelry embedded in its walls to make it twinkle like the night sky with it's illuminating stars.
Ruins now made into homes shelter the subjects of hush. As they find means of fixing and decorating their now standing homes. Souls with attachments in the world of the having roam the streets as they find a way or means to satisfy what still ties them to this world. These creatures are commonly referred to as ghosts. Deemed as workers of these streets, they have deemed their existence a curse this finding a higher power to help them transcend to the afterlife and that can only be done by the royals, descendants of Arim god of death. Thus inorder for them to crossover the royals put a verdict that they should flrst serve the kingdom for a certain period and after it has been fulfilled can the gemstone ingraved on their pale chests by the royals relieve them from this world. Thus they work as servants, guides etc for the kingdom.
However in the dangerous and savage outskirts of hush, is where the deadliest and most unwelcome creatures live. Creatures that have no sanity and consciousness but live purely on instinct and savagery reside. There a lone cabin lay with it's wood an eerie black and lights illuminating in a creepy way. A man tall man dressed in black, with long shoulder length hair, fine bronze skin and burning amber eyes groaned in pain as a transparent figure tended to his wounds.
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"Shush now, stop whining, I'm almost done " the elderly ghost said with a snap as the young man kept fidgeting.
"Well if your touch was as light as your appearance, I doubt they be any problem with m...... OUCH!!!! Damn woman!!!" He shouted glaring at the deceased.
"There done" she announced adorning a wicked smile"if you stopped moving maybe it would've been better troll's shit, who told you to fight a wing of wyverns in their nesting grounds" she mocked.
"I killed them all however , even as a wing" he smiled proud. "Mind you their eggs make an excellent breakfast" the young man still smiling buttoned up his shirt, wore his cloak and walked off, not without leaving three wyvern eggs of course.
"Little shit" the ghost chuckled fondly as it picked up the eggs and entered the house. Where he came from, what his origin is and what he hopes to achieve noone knows . Ever since he appeared as a boy, not more than 10 years old on top of a dead black dragon, heart in hand squeezing it for blood as he drank with an ecstatic crazed smile, people feared him and respected him as well deeming him stronger than the royals. This piqued the royals interest thus making them want to catch him and possibly deal with the threat to their power. It has been a game of cat and mouse ever since but no matter how they may try, they could not catch him.
"Hmmmm where to go next, where to go next" he hummed stroking his chin. "Ah yes, RYKE!!!!!" He shouted as he jumped in the air. A charcoal burning dragon roared as it appeared out of nowhere and caught it's master. "TO SEF WE RIDE!!!!". The dragon roared in acknowledgement to it's master's wishes as it flew off to Sef, kingdom of the elves.
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