GRYFFEN
Watching her try to rub his touch off, as if he left germs behind, amuses him. The way she shields her stomach as if it will keep him away from the unborn, as if he’s not entitled to it. He can only wonder what she is thinking, what she thinks she can get away with. It’s rather surprising at all that she still has the balls to ask him for anything. There was some spirit left to be broken, she was not quite as docile as he would like. Nor does it make sense how she avoids the other mare. Surely she would want someone to commiserate with, someone who shared her misery. He had expected them to be thick as thieves and braced himself for trouble. Everything remained quiet and he observed them both with silent curiosity. Always an experiment, wanting to know why they did what they did. There were still some secrets he needed to uncover when it come to the harem in his home.
Shrugging in response to Saige, he invades her space once more. Forever trying to get away from him and yet he floods her with his presence. ”And how do you figure that? Other stallions eager to add to their herd could easily whisk you away. Or a Kingdom trying to get back at the Chamber could steal you.” His voice is almost thoughtful, the words slow and quiet. ”And how would that make me look Minette? You would have me appear weak, letting my mare wander freely and exposed as she carries my child?” His voice is tinged with disgust at the thought, depths of crimson blazing as he feels his blood curdling with growing impatience. No longer would he avoid the obvious either, making the foal a reality that she couldn’t pretend to ignore. His expression remains blank and tight as he watches her carefully, every twitch and every unconscious reaction she has to him.
A soft sigh and a roll of his eyes, as if he doesn’t really care. ”Alright little minnow, I’ll let you swim. On one condition.” He turns his head and looks to the shadow raven, gesturing towards the mare. Instantly the raven spreads it’s feathery wings and hops from his back to hers. The talons dig quickly into the flesh of her shoulder, repositioning itself and folding it’s wings back against it’s side and becomes still as a statue. ”Can’t have you going unsupervised.” Little does she know that it won’t only be the raven watching her, as if he trusted her in any way, shape, or form.
The Chamber Ghost / Big Bad Wolf