Posted about 3 years ago
Sulla held her hands on her hips, her dark skin glowing beneath the moonlight. "I'll be lookin' for my boy. You kids go ahead", she flashed them a look; a powerful and even dangerous being, standing in the centre of the woodlands. She was referring to Casper, whom she needed to discuss the greatest problem in their hands: There was a prophecy, an assumption that Casper would become dark. As a result, he was being hunted by the highest of Law and Rule in their world, whether it be the Hunters, Keepers, or a number of other mythical creatures and beings. Sulla loved him like he was her own son, and she planned to protect him, no matter the consequences.
Shiralee followed after Clara, a reassuring smile forming on her lips.
Casper brushed the ash and dirt from the palms of his hands, staring down at the rubble below his feet. "Let's go. We'll have to catch up with Shiralee and the others", he informed Cassie, allowing the black wings he had formed to sprout from his back again. The effect would only last 24 hours, or as long as he wished, but that would be plenty of time to get them back to the others. He waited for Cassie to climb onto his back, his dark hair, clothing and wings matching with his entire appearance.