Things had been so boring as of late. His lady still slept. That utterly annoying sleep had prevented him from doing several things, and he was growing tired of it. He was also growing restless. He stared out the window at the heavy colorless fog. A sly smirk crossed his face as he reminisced to himself.
There have been many great creations to assault this wretched land. False kings, otherworldly apparitions, clockwork monsters, and so many other spectacularly destructive forces have all plagued this place. But would it just give up and die? NO of course not! That would be too blasted simple. It would be far more entertaining if we DENY the destruction of Ayenee. No instead we want to save our precious little plot of land floating in this abyss of nothingness as if it actually MATTERS!"
Maul faded out and reappeared atop one of the many bookshelves inside the tower. Being located at the very heart of The Grey was quite entertaining for the Great Cat. He enjoyed feeling the flow of the oppressive force that now covered the majority of this world he so despised.
"But this...this is a true work of genius. Life stealing, hope denying, color erasing, mind clouding, self perpetuating mist. I love it like a Mendalian hound loves dissolving the bones out of it's prey."
He vanished, again, and reappeared at the very edge of the window sill. He would do the same thing he had done for quite some time now. He would watch, and he would think. There had to be a way for his lady to awaken, and he must find it.
There have been many great creations to assault this wretched land. False kings, otherworldly apparitions, clockwork monsters, and so many other spectacularly destructive forces have all plagued this place. But would it just give up and die? NO of course not! That would be too blasted simple. It would be far more entertaining if we DENY the destruction of Ayenee. No instead we want to save our precious little plot of land floating in this abyss of nothingness as if it actually MATTERS!"
Maul faded out and reappeared atop one of the many bookshelves inside the tower. Being located at the very heart of The Grey was quite entertaining for the Great Cat. He enjoyed feeling the flow of the oppressive force that now covered the majority of this world he so despised.
"But this...this is a true work of genius. Life stealing, hope denying, color erasing, mind clouding, self perpetuating mist. I love it like a Mendalian hound loves dissolving the bones out of it's prey."
He vanished, again, and reappeared at the very edge of the window sill. He would do the same thing he had done for quite some time now. He would watch, and he would think. There had to be a way for his lady to awaken, and he must find it.