04-27-2016, 10:18 PM
Weaving pure threads of red he illuminated himself. For a moment only he was fully visible, then faded into the darkness. Wrapping himself in dark blues and browns he whisked away from the hunter without a word.
She is hunter, maybe a hunter of me. She knows my kind? So there are others.
Manix knew he couldn't be the only one, but had never had so firmly confirmed that fact. The Aacendancy, of course he knew who that was but was he like him, and why continue to call em God-ling?
Heading to to hidden home, he needed to pan out some new disguises. Time to find the books he needed, hopefully all the Scrimshaw had arrived by now.
She is hunter, maybe a hunter of me. She knows my kind? So there are others.
Manix knew he couldn't be the only one, but had never had so firmly confirmed that fact. The Aacendancy, of course he knew who that was but was he like him, and why continue to call em God-ling?
Heading to to hidden home, he needed to pan out some new disguises. Time to find the books he needed, hopefully all the Scrimshaw had arrived by now.