A token was all it was. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple piece to remind the girl where the nightmare began. To think she would ever see those dark clouds again was uncomfortable. The cursed isle of darkness had long been in Mythica's history, so the fact that she had to see those haunted shores once more made her blood boil inside. And yet, she seemed to have no choice. Her own lust for knowledge would be enough to calm her and step upon those sands again. For a time at least. The wind whispered of something sinister, but different than Mythica's own corruptions. That was odd, considering the last time the chronomancer was here she made sure nobody would ever want to step foot on Shadow Island again. The wilds were filled with all manner of dark beasts that she was careful to place, though that did not seem to stop whatever force she was searching for... And she had some ideas.
Mythica knew the rumors of a great storm terrorizing the sea were more than simple sailor tales. Its presence could be felt by anyone tuned enough to feel it. The great sense of dread and darkness that emanated from the storm was sourced from something within, and the Blood Wolf had her suspicions. Even now she looked off to the sea to see the abyssal hurricane in the distance, billowing and flashing in chaotic fashion. It brought a sinister smile to her face. The magic of the storm was old... very old. And demonic. Mythica was all too familiar with the powers of demons, though they varied greatly. Still, she was not yet certain what the connection was exactly, so she intended to find out herself. Rumors stated that the storm accompanied the vessel of hell. Not much to go on, but Mythica was resourceful...
Opening her eyes and Mythica saw the whipping red clouds of the abyssal storm all around her. Turning around she noticed the rain pelting hard from above, though they were stopped by the metal deck of what appeared to be a ship. A shadow flapped above, revealing to be a black flag. Grinning Mythica knew she had finally found it. The power was unmistakable aboard this craft, and she relished every second being here. Choosing to appear in a different form than her usual, Mythica was prepared to be greeted by whatever "crew" manned this ship. She doubted her presence went unnoticed. Sighing peacefully, she gripped the railing near the deck's edge and closed her eyes, leaving herself to the wind and rain as she continued to draw in the darkness all around her...
"Here be monsters..."
Mythica knew the rumors of a great storm terrorizing the sea were more than simple sailor tales. Its presence could be felt by anyone tuned enough to feel it. The great sense of dread and darkness that emanated from the storm was sourced from something within, and the Blood Wolf had her suspicions. Even now she looked off to the sea to see the abyssal hurricane in the distance, billowing and flashing in chaotic fashion. It brought a sinister smile to her face. The magic of the storm was old... very old. And demonic. Mythica was all too familiar with the powers of demons, though they varied greatly. Still, she was not yet certain what the connection was exactly, so she intended to find out herself. Rumors stated that the storm accompanied the vessel of hell. Not much to go on, but Mythica was resourceful...
Opening her eyes and Mythica saw the whipping red clouds of the abyssal storm all around her. Turning around she noticed the rain pelting hard from above, though they were stopped by the metal deck of what appeared to be a ship. A shadow flapped above, revealing to be a black flag. Grinning Mythica knew she had finally found it. The power was unmistakable aboard this craft, and she relished every second being here. Choosing to appear in a different form than her usual, Mythica was prepared to be greeted by whatever "crew" manned this ship. She doubted her presence went unnoticed. Sighing peacefully, she gripped the railing near the deck's edge and closed her eyes, leaving herself to the wind and rain as she continued to draw in the darkness all around her...
"Here be monsters..."
- Maven: