The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend Jul 11, 2011 11:12:29 GMT -5
Post by Varro on Jul 11, 2011 11:12:29 GMT -5
------Varro raced through the trees on foot, his detachable hood firmly in place despite the rapid speed he was traveling at. Through many years of training, such speed came easily to him. He swiftly weaved through the trees, avoiding roots, branches, stones, and anything else that could cause him to stagger. His cape flew in the light wind and though he had not specific destination, he was never without purpose. Balor was merely a location that he must pass through in order to enter the more populated areas. Although, this forest had a reputation for housing those related to magic, whether they be people or creatures. It was not a bad place to explore and this was why Varro was still present in the woods, rather than having avoided it all together.
------Noises naturally filled the air, howls, screeches from unrecognizable creatures, quick movements in the bushes. But it was another sound that immediately caused Varro to stop running, and just stand completely stationary. Motionless. As if trying to determine the source of such noise. The rustling of leaves, light footprints: it was a person. And from the sounds of it, not a large group. Perhaps only a couple. Varro's curiosity got the better of him, and decided to follow this sound. It did not take many more steps in order for a figure to come into the his sight. And as soon as his curious eyes upon it, he was rather glad he had chosen not to ignore it.
------Morgana. Varro had never met her but he recognized her. He had watched the Pendragons from afar, though the truth of her birth had come to a surprise, even to him. But her recent work had spread through the ears of those who practiced magic. Some were disappointed by her losing the throne, others thought indifferently. Varro; he was unsure how he felt, Well, perhaps that was a bit of a lie. He knew exactly how he felt about it. For a man of great patience, willing to take his time in achieving his goal, he found her and Morgause's actions a bit too rash. But of course, that did not mean he wished her to lose the throne. When he had heard of her forced succession, he had intended to meet with her, personally to discover her motives.
------But by the time news had come to him, however quick, his distance was too far and he had made it only in time to hear that the Pendragon chap had won the throne back. So here they were. Back to the beginning. Yet, it was not the first thing he wished to confront her on. The first thing, was in regards to the loss of a man who he had been close to. How ironic her actions then, seemed now as all knew her true motives. Varro finally stepped out of the concealment of trees, stepping into her presence, the darkness of the night remedied by the light of the moon. He did not say anything, he just stood there, staring at her, watching her every move, as his lips twisted into a strange sort of smile.Tag: Morgana LeFay