Through the veil of black a deep thumping could be heard overhead. In the dark of the night a creature wandered. Two red orbs swepped over the the fields below, taking in every detail of its peaceful landscape.

The cool open air of the location seemed refreshing over Griffin's form as he swept through the air. His cloak belowed out behind him as he darted forward, each beat of his powerful wings propelling him with ease. Even with their size his grand wings allowed him such silence and gracefullness it seemed unreal. Griffin's cold gaze stared out in front of him as his body lowered until it sped only a few meters above the ground.

Oh how this reminded him of his home. The open plains, the fresh air, the untainted sense of nature. A slight smile brushed across his lips as he pumped his wings with power. He shot straight up into the air, beating his wings to keep the speed as he rapidly gained altitude. He felt his muscles tire and the air cool. His gaze remained locked straight up at the black sky while he held his hands loosely at his sides.

"Life...power...freedom..." The words escaped his mouth in a whisper as he opened his eyes. He pumped his wings one last time and he shot up even higher. He took a slow breath and let the icy air flood into his mouth and lungs. He felt his eyes begin to water at his speed and altitude. A small smirk twiched at the side of his mouth as he suddenly snapped his wings shut against his body. He felt his form slow in the air as his upright form began to change direction.

Griffin shut his eyes as his dark pale body cloaked by his black wings plummeted towards the earth. Wind roared in his ears but he shut it out as he felt the ground approaching quickly. His eyes remained closed until his falling body stood only 20 or so meters from the sea of grass on the ground below. In a sudden yet graceful motion Griffin's wings snapped open . His form quickly leveled off and sped directly over the ground. He opened his eyes slowly as he began to let himself slow his pace. Drifting down like a leaf in Fall Griffin came to a smooth landing. His feet met the soft long grass with little to no sound. He sighed out of longing and gazed about the field. Something about this place gave Griffin a sense of peace like nowhere else in this country.

It was a night much like most other nights, quiet, peaceful and most importantly dark. He often held a distaste for the light and actually preferred the dark entrenching binds of darkness instead. Even at night though he had to take his precautions of being discovered by the wrong person. He wasn't necessarily safe since his rebellion against the rogues who wanted so badly to capture him. Though, that was almost second nature to him. All throughout his life he was hunted in one form or another, it just varried on the situation slightly.

Uttering a few words he cast the spell gaseous form, altering his body into a near translucent state nearly invisible to the naked eye. He was in the open now, there were no trees to serve as his hinderence to sight, so this was his only alternative available. Silently he continued along, his steps were nearly inaudible, which was another of his many traits that kept him hidden well throughout the days and nights.

Faltering in his steps for a moment, his gaze immediately moved up to the plummeting object in the sky. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but whatever it was it certainly looked to make a fitting end with the ground. Though that wasn't so as it spanned its wings out and caught itself almost immediately in mid fall just above the ground and landed as though such a thing were natural to it.

Methodically he pushed forward, making his way over to this new creature, but making sure not to make even the slightest noise on approaching it. As he came up behind the man, he came to a dead halt, holding his position there. Marius knew he would be giving his position away to this man he had known nothing of, but he felt he should at least give the man even the slightest inkling that he was being watched. Though he wished to keep his body in its current state instead of his material one should the man decide to lash out against him. Softly he spoke in a monotonous tone, “Quite graceful. The fall I mean.”

Griffin was caught off gaurd as a a voice echoed through the silence of the night. The dark peaceful air was filled with words that seemed to break the silence like a blood curdling scream. Few were able to surprise Griffin and those who did generally did not live to see day break. His mood on the other hand was different tonight, even if the words did break his silence. He pushed the surprise in his voice away as his hand brushed across the waist of his cloak, coming to rest on the hilt of one of his blades. He did not intend this as a motion of hostility, for his weapons were more a source of comfort for him.

Griffin let the silence in the air linger for a while after the man, well at least it sounded like a man that spoke behind him. Griffin's form did not move but remained as still as possible as he gazed out over the fields in front of him. He took a breath and let the fresh air of nature fill his lungs. His tongue brushed over his cold lips, for they felt dry after his cold flight. Griffin parted his lips wider this time as he let his voice break the silence. "I was raised in the sky, it is my home. It is only natural I fly this way." The words left his tongue in a soft tone, neither completely friendly nor arrogant. In fact his tone seemed inviting, to conversation.

Was loneliness something he truly wanted in his a life. It seemed like that until only a few days ago For it was not the way his mother would have wanted it. The thought of his mother seemed to just flood into his mind as it commonly did, and for once he welcomed it, listening to its words. Griffin sighed as he turned slowly, his gaze looking to meet the owner of the voice he had heard a moment or so ago.

Silently he took a few paces backwards, allowing the man a little more room than he had given him prior. He wasn't sure what this man's intentions were no less if he could be trusted so easily. Even in this form he was at a risk, but it was true with any form he wished to take.

His eyes drifted shut, as the man spoke. He wasn't necessarily worried about what this man was capable of, but more so of being distracted by this man. He was no longer within the sanctity of the woodlands, but now out amongst the long rolling planes with no offer of protection and that's what worried him. He feared not this man, but combined with the rogues it would be a nightmare. He ran into that situation once before, but that time he had assistance, this time he couldn't be so sure it would happen as it had before.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, his eyes fluttered open, allowing his deep crimson hues to trace along the now staring eyes of the man before him. A slight sigh passed his parted lips, as he uttered in a non-native tongue, which caused his form to shift and alter slightly into that of material.

He would have to put caution to the wind now and risk being seen by those wretched rogues. There was no backing out and he wasn't about to go back on a promise to himself that he would not run from those scum anymore. He would not let them run his life, from now on he was the driver and if this bus was going to hell, by damned if he wouldn't take each and every one of those rotten filth with him.

Extending his hand out to the man, “The name's Marius Ashounen, The Enigmatic Knight.” He had spoken in the same monotonous tone as he had before not really sure if he should trust this man or not. He never judged a book by its cover, but took some time to poke around and really find out what made others tick. He figured only time would tell if he could trust him or not. Taking in a deep breath, he took the moment to enjoy the sweet night air. It's cool touch and dark embrace seemed to always calm his nerves, but that was becoming harder to do with each passing day. Silence began to fill the air, engulfing the two of them within a moment of thought, before breaking it once again, “You're among the fortunate. Not many have the same graces as you so I would not take those for granted. Through all honesty, I would have given anything to be free like that instead of being a slave to the system like I have been for so many years.” He paused, unsure of whether to continue or not, but finding it of no use. He doubted that this man knew the least of what he was talking about for it was something he probably had never contended with throughout his life like Marius had done.

Griffin's eyes fluttered over this mans form, taking in his every feature. Much could be told by ones appearence, their tone of voice, even their motions. He listened inently as the man mentioned his name and his gaze followed the hand that came with the greeting. He glanced up into the man's eyes, or Marius' eyes as he had just found out.

Shaking this mans hand was a sign of trust, and he was not sure he was ready to accept it. He hadn't shunned this beings presence yet, wasn't that enough. The arrogant thought sprang through his head as he considered the mans hand. He was in no rush to take it as he stood in the fields, the slight wind rustling his cloak, blowing his hair, empowering his soul.

As he thought intently on whether to accept the man's gesture of trust he paused. The man spoke aloud to him. He listened carefuy as he let the wind carry the mans voice through his mind. A hoarse laughter arose in his head at the mention of being free, of being fortunate. He pushed the arrogant laughter away, not letting it reach his tongue. Griffin hadn't been like this all his life, he hadn't felt "free" or "fortunate" until now.

Dark memories of his life as a mindless soul under the command of his fathers guild filled his thoughts. They used me! I was like a specimen to them, a killing machine! They bent my mind in ways, ways I feel disgusted at now! They made me slaughter all those innocent, all those innocent people! How could th- His mind screamed as his features turned solemn. Images of his past flashed through his head as the screams of those he killed filled his mind. Finally he managed to push his memories away, at least for now. Oh how he wished he could let it all out to the night air, but no, he had to control his feelings.

"Griffin Longheart." His words were plain and without emotion as they echoed from his throat. His gaze stood hard and strong, locked onto Marius' own sight, hiding all the emotion Griffin held within.

Griffin sighed as he stared deep into the mans eyes, racking his appearence for clues on his personality. He finally outstretched his palm and met Marius Ashounen's grasp in a firm yet trusting grip of his own.

((OOC: The post probably sucks, but I'm strapped for time and a little beyond tired at the moment. Hopefully it makes sense at least.))

The reluctancy had caught him off guard and signaled yet another thing that was different about this man. Not only had he spoke as though it would kill him, he also acted as such too. Perhaps he was simply a cautious person, never wanting to say too much or give those around him even the slightest inkling that he trusted them. Marius had that problem long ago, never really trusting anyone. He still didn't, but he never showed it for he wanted the upper hand. He wanted the element of suprise and wanted to lull those who would betray him into thinking they had him fooled. Marius himself could be considered odd as well, his behaviours were friendly, but yet he was quite reserved never allowing himself to give too much information.

Latching his crimson hues upon the man's, he watched intently as they calculated him. It was odd to say the least, throughout all his times no one took such a great interest in him, simply dismissing him as another average joe. Which was just fine with him, he hated all the extra attention, but for some reason this man's interest hadn't bothered him as it normally would have. Perhaps he was finally taken as a threat for the first time since arriving here, even though he was a threat a long time ago. The day he set foot on the earth was the day when he became a threat and when he first met his old man, that was the day he became a menace and a destroyer of everything that held moral grounds.

Countless fell at his feet, while the others ran with no hopes of survival. It was a pitiful display as they seemed to all herd like sheeps, cowardly and afraid. With a snap of the fingers he brought them all down. Indeed, he was a killing machine, but yet he was still kind of heart to an extent.

Tightening his grip on the man's hand he gave it a firm shake before withdrawing it back to his side, submersing it within the confines of his pants pocket, “Griffin Longheart.” He dragged out the name in a soft tone, as if repeating it to clarify its correct pronunciation. Bowing his head briefly, he spoke again, “The name rings no bells...New around these parts?” He never really knew a lot of people, but he picked up rumours as he traveled from town to town. It's how he could place a name without actually knowing them personally.

Raising a free hand to his mouth he stifled an oncoming yawn. It had been a long time since he last could sleep peacefully, but even that itself was a dream. Sleep was his weakness and without it, it would become even a greater weakness. Though, one way or another, he would be putting himself at a risk and those were risks he wasn't willing to take. The solution would not be simple, he needed someone he could trust greatly to watch for him while he slumbered. There were very few of them around nowadays. Though, he could probably trust Ethstar far more than any other, but that itself would also be a risk. He never knew the man well enough to base a decision yet on whether he could full heartedly trust him, but it was better than despising him.

Sighing heavily, his eyes slid shut, taking a few moments to ponder the thoughts, but unable to draw any possible ideas or solutions. It seemed he would go again without sleep, which was something he would just have to bear with for there was no way to answer it currently. Reluctantly his eyes drifted open, allowing his crimson hues to find their way back to the man's. Clearing his throat slightly, he began in a soft tone once more, “Tell me something....Why would you venture to such a place? I don't think anyone has graced these sorrowful planes for quite some time....So it seems strange to see someone out here. Though, I suppose the same question could be directed to me as well.” Shrugging his shoulders, he cared very little over what the man thought. It had only been one man's opinion afterall and he never expected everyone to like him.

[[it made complete sense, lol...]]

Griffin let his grasp falter as he slipped his hand from the mans own. He looked the man over, watching him intently, his ears listening to the night hearing every sound for miles away, and yet, his attention remained on the figure a foot or so in front of him.

A small smirk etched at the sides of his mouth as the man said his name. The smirk vanished the second it arrived and he sighed into the night sky. He never told anyone his name in his own language, for one he didn't trust as half as much as he should. Perhapse when he met someone he grew to trust he would let out such information but that day was yet to come. He listened to the mans question and let his concscience respond through his mouth. There was no harm in hiding the answers to such a question. "I do not live in any one place. I go wherever the wind takes me, never lingering for too long unless fate wills it." He replied, his voice soft, witout its normal coldness. Tonight there was no need for it, was there?

He blinked a few times, feeling his eyes grow tired from standing open. He slipped his hands behind his back and stood there, proud in his figure as he watched the man named Marius. He listened curiously as the mans words sparked his interest. He let them drift into his mind, considering them before answering.

Finally he parted his lips, letting his voice flow from his mouth. "These sorrowful plains are untainted by the evil of intelligent beings. There is a certain "peace", as one could say. Its a great place where one can think, and merely relax." He finished as a small smile brushed across his lips. "And you Marius? What brings you here tonight?" The words lept from his tongue as curiosity sparked his interest.

So he was a wanderer, eh? No wonder he had kept to himself, though in a sense weren't they all wanderers, vagabonds, and stuff of the sort? Day after day a new journey and a new cause would be their fuel. Was the same true for him as well though? Of course, everyday was a new experience to him and though he didn't travel far he did still do as such.

Batting the thought from his mind, he focused his undivided attention upon the man as he spoke, soaking in each and every one of his words. When the question came, his eyes broke away from Griffin and traced along the surroundings. For a while he studied the long outstretched landscape and the many scars that marked the plane. Truly, it was a peaceful place, one where someone could indeed find tranquility but to what extent was the true question.

Again another sigh passed his lips, perhaps he was too analytical at times, trying too hard to derrive a hidden meaning from things that probably really held no meaning. As his gaze found its way back to the man, he submerged his hands within the confines of his pockets before speaking, “I guess you could say the same for me. I am a traveler to an extent, but that's merely for safety. I can't risk staying in one place for too long otherwise they may find me. In fact, I've gone four days without sleep now because of this dilemma. I can't risk sleep, because if they find me then there's no way of protecting myself. I'm sure I'll be able to think up something that I can do sometime here, but I suppose it isn't that important now. I'm still fine, at least for now.”

When he mentioned the next question, his mind began to trott idly through each and every thought, unsure of the possible answer for it. Shrugging his shoulders, his gaze shifted off and over the plane, “I suppose I came to think and get away from civilization entirely. To get away from the constant bother of arrogance and stupidity. There's nothing I despise more than arrogant people, other than those who won't admitt they're arrogant.” Shaking his head slowly, he continued to gaze out over the winding planes, “I don't see how anyone can like someone like that. I can barely stand them for 5 minutes let alone the rest of my life. I feel sorry for anyone dumb enough to spawn with those people.” Again his head shook, as his features took a look of disgust now.

[Griffin nodded at Marius' replies. His gaze fell from the man, running across the fields, taking in there vast emptiness. He finally shrugged returning his glance to the man in front of him. He nodded as he listened to Marius finish his sentence, taking in his words and considering them, even applying them to his own being.

"Perhapse those arrogant ones have need for it. Perhapse they are trying to hide something under their arrogance." Griffin said, thinking about his words before letting them flow from his mouth. "But then again, arrogance is unneccesary in most situations. Let those arrogant fools deal with themselves, for soon enough somone will come along and put their arrogance to rest." Griffin said, a slight grin twitching the edge of his lips.

Griffin's thoughts raced back to that one night in Taras. The night him and two others had slaughtered those arrogant fools at the bar, for what? Nothing but arrogance and stupidity. But then again, they were ruthless and deserved every ounce of life stolen from them. Griffin sighed as his hands fell to his waist once again, resting on the hilts of his two blades. "Arrogance is not truly what I find troubling. My largest quarrel is with those who are ruthless. Those who kill without a cause, who make innocent beings suffer." The words filled the air as Griffin spoke in a bitter tone. He use to be one of them, and thats what angered him the most. Thoughts of his past fled into his mind, but he pushed them away hastily.

Griffin frowned to himself before glancing up at Marius, wondering what he was thinking at the moment. Griffin wasn't in the mood to discuss his past but somehow it always found a way into his thoughts.

This man had a point about those arrogant fools, someone would eventually shut them up whether it be him or Griffin, or the joe schmoe next to em. It really didn't matter really to him who shut them up, but their attitude bugged him beyond belief. It was the most irritating trait a person could have and it led to so many of his struggles. Maybe they had something to be arrogant about, but at times it didn't prove to be so true. It almost seemed better to remain qualm and think things through before being bullheaded and rushing into the declaration of victory. In fact it was, that tactic served him well and its what kept him alive this long.

Through all the struggles he had throughout his life, all the locked doors, all the death, all the destruction, and all the deceit seemed all but too common. There seemed to be no escaping it, just like there would be no escape from the arrogant and so forth. He would just have to settle with it and turn a blind eye. Though it proved to be very hard to play dumb to such things, especially when they threatened your name, your pride, and honor the ONLY things you have left in this life. What good would you be without those, without that one last scrap of dignity?

As he spoke of ruthlessness, his solemn expression faded and twisted into that of regret. Sorrowfully his eyes lifted their trembling crimson hues from the man and up to the moon that set itself so high, and so free in the sky. He had only wished he could do the same, to be the one among the stars finally free at last. It was a lost dream though, but it was one he would keep living, knowing nothing else. He was told as a kid by his Mother to keep dreaming that little dream for it once would come true and it's something he had hoped for, but doubted the possibilities of such.

Keeping his gaze locked upon the moon above, he tried to refrain from making eye contact. Slowly he began to talk in a soft sorrowful tone, “I used to be that man and I fear it may happen again. I was coined as The Engimatic Knight through my ruthlessness on the battle field. I slaughtered many with the simple wave of a hand, they stood no chance. What could they really do against two accomplished fire benders, both Fa--” As his voice began to shake uncontrollably, it broke off in a sudden choke. He couldn't continue, he couldn't handle the strain of reliving the pain and taking in account for all those he lost and hurt.

Closing his eyes, he wanted nothing other than to escape this nightmare, never to relive it again, but even that was asking too much. A rueful sigh passed his parted lips as his frame slumped slightly, “Can a man truly be forgiven of his past? Sure, that may not be me now, but it WAS me back then. Despite changing my attitudes toward life, we all have the abillity to be as ruthless as the next given the certain circumstances. How can we justify that we ourselves are any better than them? As I've explained to a man called Rothardan, those who kill in the name of good are no better than those of evil for they still kill. Killing is what made the person evil, no? How should it be any different for those of light? To me, the good are those who can successfully render the evil without the abillity to cause harm, without inducing death.”

Opening his eyes, they blinked a few times trying to refocus themselves upon the man before him, “As for those with pasts like mine, how can we claim to be any better than the filth that roam these lands? Did we not slaughter many for the name of a man we barely knew, there was no cause for it besides this man's simple word to do so. What cause is that!?” His voice picked up a tinge of anger in its tone, but he soon calmed it as it slipped back into a tranquil tone, “Even if we were given cause to do so, could we trust that? I've seen countless ends of deceit and I know that not everything you see and hear is something that you can trust. But I believe I can trust you, yet it doesn't mean I necessarily do, so step lightly. Most believe by simply talking, that you've given your trust to them and foolishly put your neck on the line over a simple gut feeling. Not me...I'm not like the rest, I know better. Years of experience taught me as such. I am not among the few who will take the blade while not looking for if I'm going to take anything, I'll be staring straight at you when it happens. I want to know that I'm going to die, I want to know that these thoughts will end, that these burdens will be lifted....”

Again his voice broke off, but only for a few moments, as a smug grin crossed his slender lips, “Though, I dare anyone to come try it, the rogues have tried and they've failed. I refuse to die until I'm ready, it's something they don't understand. When I'm ready then so be it, let the gods have me for I bet they're dying to take me.” It was odd, he never seemed to open up this much to anyone, perhaps he really had lost it. The sleepless nights and the random rogue attacks must have knocked something loose, because this was NOT him. It had been so long since he last talked this openly and that was with the two he loved dearly. His first and second wives who were killed, but that was another story for another day or perhaps something he would never ever decide to tell anyone.

Shaking his head vigorously, he blinked a few times as if trying to snap himself out of the trance he thought he was in. Bowing his head he muttered a curse under his breath as he studied the ground for a few moments, before lifting his gaze back to Griffin, “I think I should go....I don't feel right.”

Griffin listened inently to Marius speak, taking in every word. His gaze stood locked onto Marius' figure, a look of concentration in his eyes. As the man spoke about his past Griffin began to link it to his own. I was that same man long ago. Whether I killed because they made me or whether I killed for the lust of battle, its all the same in the eyes of those who met the cold steel of my blade. Griffin felt a slight lump arise in his throat as Marius' words began to shift something within him.

Could they forgive me? Could the families of thos I killed stand to even see me again. The words echoed through his mind. As much as he tried to shun them away he seemed unable. One day I'll find out. He thought to himself and sighed as he looked at Marius. He knew he would kill many before that time came, and he wasn't even sure he would be alive when the time came, but since when did the future trouble him.

"We are not so different, you and I. You have had a troubling past, as have I. I have done many things that I am not proud of, and something tells me the same about you. You wish to live free, and that is exactly what I fight for. We both wish to forget our past, and yet that is impossible." Griffin finished and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He slowly opened them a slight grin coming over his face.

"I'll never rest until my dreams are fulfilled. I will die a free man, fighting under my own cause, in a battle of my own choosing." He said and paused for a moment, taking a breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs. "Whether hell or heaven awaits me, they can wait but an eternity longer. I am not ready to go either Marius my friend, and no one shall change such a decision." Griffin added, a slight smirk on his face.

Griffin's smirk vanished as he began to respond to Marius' words of departure. "Leave? Don't run away from your troubles Marius. Don't make the same mistake I have my entire life. I have remained bottled up, unwilling to let anyone know anything. Now I know that has been a mistake. I of all people know privacy can be ones best friend, and ones worst enemy at the same time." Griffin finished, his words deep and serious as they filled the air about them.

Heaving a heavy sigh, his gaze trailed off to the side, studying the surroundings out of habit. He did that quite often through his conversations. As much as he found himself to be submersed into conversation and that the man would more the less aide him, he still felt uneased. There was no telling when they would strike, who they would strike and how talented they were. Some were average and did a fair amount of damage to him, while others just were pathetic. Perhaps he was finally getting to the more skilled of the batch, but he had certainly hoped not.

He soaked in the words for a moment, taking a few moments to wander across them in his mind. Maybe he would stay, at least a while longer yet. Turning his burning crimson hues back to the man, they slid shut, his tone a mere murmur yet still audible in its tone, “I'm not running, I've run far too long and I refuse to do it anymore. This weary man has had all he can take of this. I'm not even sure how I've kept my sanity this long. I could almost feel it snap so many times, that it's a wonder I'm still my average self.”

Was he truly his real self? What WAS the real him? That wretched demonic man that took lives as though he were a god, or the man who's reached the end of his rope? Either or it made no difference to him now, for this was now and not then. Opening his eyes again, they locked upon Griffin's, “The information of my past can put myself and those around me in danger. I tried to start my life once before after all of that. Infact, I had someone who cared about me so much that she would bear my child, and then...They found me and took it all away from me. As they had when I was home with my parents. All because of information they gathered. I could have lived free, but my tongue let itself loose to her about my criminal past and that's what they wanted. I won't forgive myself, nor them.”

His voice trailed out again, as his mind raced across a few thoughts, “A man asked me if killing them would make it right, well...No, but as they're doing to me I will do to them. I can fight a war, I already know I can, so if they want they can bring the fight to me then they better bring an army for I'm not going to concede to that rat bastard who controls them.” Studying the man for a moment, he continued, his thoughts now unclear again, “Why her, why did they take her though? I'm the one they want, why couldn't they just take me!?” His voice raised tenfold, causing it to echo throughout the planes. The look of pain and regret washed over his features, as a few lone tears strayed along the contours of his cheek.

Why was he doing this, why was he breaking down? Forever he kept the barriers poised and strong against his emotions like flood gates. Nearly 100 years to be exact and now they were crumbling like weather worn stone that's finally reached the breaking point. How could he possibly dream of fighting those wretches now, how could he possibly live like this? The questions seemed to continue, plaguing the blankness that consumed his mind, turning it into one swhirling mass of unanswered questions. His father predicted this, he told him that the day would come when you could no longer handle the responsiblities and everything would grow dark. Was this what he meant?

[[Hey man. I was wondering if you could see the pic of Griffin in my signature, or does it just say "use posted image"?]]

Griffin's gaze remained locked on Marius as he listened intently to the mans' words. With each sentence he let into his mind, he annalized it, going over any questions that sprung up with Marius' words. Much had happened to this man over the course of his life. That much was obviouse. Griffin thought to himself as Marius fell silent.

The cold night air was beginning to numb Griffin's fingers aorund the hilts of his blades. He sighed, letting his hands drift into his pockets in search of warmth. His gaze ran from Marius, out over the peaceful plain, as if searching for something. The air about them was pleasently silent as Griffin pondered the mans' words, thinking on a reply.

"I understand your pain in the past. I have suffered a dear loss at a young age, and it has not yet overcome me." Griffin parted his lips and spoke aloud. He was refferring to the death of his mother, the only true family he ever had. In Griffin's own mind his father was a mere figure of anger in his life. Before I die I shall gain my revenge over him. The thought ran bitterly through his thoughts and a spark of anger errupted within him. Control yourself! A voice rang out in his head and Griffin allowed the anger to subside, at least until another time.

Griffin thought about what the man had mentioned about his past. many questions arose in his mind but he forced them away. He did not want to seem too nosy. One question however, stood out from the rest. This question sparked his curiosity too much to be ignored. Through the silent plains Griffin's voice, though soft seemed to echo out over the dark landscape. "Who are these people? These people you are speaking off, the ones who have caused you so much pain throughout your life. the ones you seem to battle with to this very day." Griffin questioned as his gaze remained lcoked into Marius'. In his voice there stood a tone of concern and curiosity.

((OOC: Can't say that was one of my better posts, but ah well.))

There was nothing that could be done or said about the past, but merely focus on the future. It was all that was left for him, but could he possibly try and open himself again to something so frail as love? Doubtfully. There was not a chance that he would risk such a thing anymore, it seemed entirely out of the question.

For a long while he studied this man, what exactly was he trying to say. Was he trying to call him weak or frail for being overcome by his past? Drawing in a deep breath of air, his eyes traced up to the sky, a change soon overtaking his personallity again, “These people are my hunters. They were hired by a blood thirsty power hungry king in order to rid me for fear I'll come back and destroy him like I should. He's afraid of what I am and what I can become, just like he feared my father.” A malicious grin slid across his slender lips, as he kept his gaze locked upon the starlit sky, “The funny thing is, he still thinks he can easily dispose of me like he did my old man. I am no weakling and he's greatly underestimating my true potential. If he thought he saw cruel before, I can still show him a whole new meaning of the word as soon as I get my hands on him.”

The grin faded, as his gaze dropped back down to the man again, “Anyone who thinks I'm weak has another thing coming....” A blank look washed across his face, holding itself stern and rigid like a stone statue. Crimson hues remained locked upon the man's, before they drifted off to the right, noticing a stirring in the shadows, “They have come for me...” Shifting his body to face their general direction, they suddenly emerged jeeringly with their walk, “It seems our talk is cut short, but I'm sure we can continue another time.....” His voice cut out for a short amount of time, before finally picking up again, “Indeed, another time my friend.” Gradually, he commenced backwards in a steady walk trying his best to match the pace that the assassins that were approaching him. Without breaking stride, he swung around swiftly and jolted off into a dead run away from the assassins and Griffin, never taking the time to look back. Within a short amount of time the shadows consumed his entity, binding it within its trenches. The assassins persued and they too disappeared just as they had come.