#fraying

have you heard of the Shadow Man?

Origins: (Dr Facilier’s Story and Who He Was Before)

Pt 1 - Sleepless

Pt 2 - 1, 2, 3,

Pt 3 - Run Away, Punk

Pt 4 - The Bayou

Pt 5 - Dead or Alive.

Pt 6 - Stirring Shadows

Pt 7 - Ombre Sombre

Fraying

On The Other Side - Coming, But Not Anytime Soon (Takes Place After Movie)

mi amino en estos momentos :c

                                    ❛❛  the --  ah.  outfit  of  your  class  is  rather  characteristic.  ❜❜     

                                    she’s  trying  not  to  giggle,  honestly.  but,  he  seems  rather  happy  about  it,  so  she  is  happy  for  him,  in  turn.  her  own  maroon  robes  were  rather  uncharacteristic  in  respect.  it  was  a  dress.  with  parts  of  the  skirt  cut  out.  fantastic.  sylas’  god  tier  might  make  him  look  a  clown,   ( and  he,  right  now,  is  certainly  acting  the  part. )   but  it  had  far  more  flare  to  it  than  the  seer’s. 

                                     neither  of  them  had  time  to  mourn  the  passing  of  the  other,  but  for  good  reason.  such  as  the  outer  circles  uncoiling  and  the  fact  that  they  never  remained  permanently  dead,  at  least  not  this  time.  sona  was  the  only  other  to  acquire  her  status  before  the  others.  the  ladies  had  claimed  that  feat,  until  sylas’  rather  untimely  demise  and  lux’s  foresight.  

               ❝ Who is it? Show yourself! ❞

❝ you could run, but you have done enough running, haven’t you? ❞  lamb, bowed over her quiver, laid the weapon atop the crest of her knees, looking onto the young, revolutionary mage with bold defiance in his eyes.  ❝ it is not yet time for your hunt, ❞ she adds, a curiosity in the well of her chest for the man who had so many things carved into the harsh line of his mouth, unspoken, death a whisper but still not loud enough to claim him. ( he should have died, once, but he kept fighting, fighting, fighting!  ). 

❝ he will be mine, ❞ wolf growled just behind her, a dark mist, hovering impatiently around her shoulders.  ❝ he might be yours, dear wolf, ❞ lamb answered, her palm fondly pressed against his nose as she considered, ❝ he has many things he feels unfinished.  ❞ many lives passed by, many wasted, many taken, unfair, fair, it did not matter. but this soul was patient: knew patience as intimately as lamb knew it, all for words that spoke of righteousness, of ‘revolution’, of -- ❝ he also hunts, ❞ wolf said, more sensitive than he knew, and lamb nodded. ❝ but not the hunt as we know it, ❞ lamb finished, straightening out to stand.

❝ aren’t you on a journey, sylas? you should move quickly. ❞ she lingered even as wolf paced: advice, for the mage who met them before the chase, before meeting them was less chance, more inevitability. ( the young mage who craved more than his own freedom, the young mage who once had hands much cleaner ). ❝ the winds will not always blow behind you. ❞