04-26-2016, 11:43 PM
A wicked smile crossed Manix's face. A small weave a blue and white put a small whisper in the wind, one that had no "direction" only sound. God-ling? Friend or Foe, will depend upon your own actions toward m'self! I am only me, for now, my gift is for ur benefit. Hunt me not, and you shall benefit from my protection, turn toward me to hunt, and u shall never hunt again lass!
Releasing the thread he watched it drift off. He did not mean to distract the hunter, there was something, some society he didn't know of? He knew his gift was dangerous to some, but God-ling? What did that mean? Less action Manix, more study.
he thought.
He admired the girl and would hold his word and his principal of justice, but his was the power to heal or kill, that choice would be hers and hers alone.
one more quick weave. hunt ur prey lass, not all of us deserve ur hatred!
Releasing the thread he watched it drift off. He did not mean to distract the hunter, there was something, some society he didn't know of? He knew his gift was dangerous to some, but God-ling? What did that mean? Less action Manix, more study.
he thought.
He admired the girl and would hold his word and his principal of justice, but his was the power to heal or kill, that choice would be hers and hers alone.
one more quick weave. hunt ur prey lass, not all of us deserve ur hatred!