08-23-2015, 11:47 PM
The kingdom keeps him busy, busy enough to ignore the little gray mare that he had so ruthlessly mastered and then left alone back home. There’s no worry that she will leave even without the ravens watching her. A tough lesson she had to learn but the knowledge was eventually pounded into her. Every now and then he watches her from afar but makes no move to be with her. Was it perhaps regret he was feeling in the way he treated her? No, far from it. There was simply nothing to be said, nothing he wants from her at this moment in time. The bite she had left on his chest has scarred and blends in with the many other raw and scabbed wounds from battles he had caused recently. It hasn’t left the lasting mark she had hoped it would. Unlike the one he had left on her. Today he clatters down the mountain in a rather good mood, a spring in his step. Winter was coming and the frenzy that autumn sent him into has dissipated, leaving a far calmer Gryffen in it’s departure. The air is colder at the top and a chilly mist has spread throughout his mountain home, making him the epitome of a ghost in the midst of his haunting. Red eyes search through the sheer haze and he spots her figure. He knows it’s her and not the other one immediately. Her wounds are healing like his own but that is not what gathers his attention. It’s the swelling around her barrel. He knows what that means. He comes to her, a silent wraith, and only stops when he is pressed to her side. His touch is soft, so unlike the way he had been before. It’s only because of what’s inside her, he isn’t stupid enough to put her at risk when she is carrying something that is his. Something he wants. ”Minette.” He whispers, his breath hanging with the mist. *********the big bad wolf |