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[Gryffen]

Children are all fools when they were born. He had once been a fool, a very angry little fool created from a sick love that should have never existed. Kennedy and Cross’s fickle relationship had been tempered with passion, anger, jealousy, and hate. How could he have ever turned out as anything else? Kennedy had even dumped him in the Den right after birth only to spirit away another foal to take his place. And to add salt to the wound, decided to keep his full blooded brother as if he was worthy of all things Gryffen was not. But Kennedy paid for it all, for her terrible mothering skills and the fact that she had brought him into this world. Cross at least tried to give him something but his father was preoccupied and ready for death by the time son reunited with father. So Kennedy suffered and he is pleased to think that what he did may have played a part in her death. Minette would be sick with revulsion if he knew what he had done to her, what he had done to many since then. His daughter is filled with a fool’s curiosity, unsure about her own father but unable to draw herself away from the raven’s feathers. She stumbles into him, her frail body bouncing off her own. The raven on his shoulder flutters it’s wing in disapproval but the ghost doesn’t move. As she lays sprawled on the ground, he lowers his head so his red eyes meet the girls. ”I’m your father, Gryffen.” He would not let Minette fill his own child with fear of him. If he was to use her as he wanted, she needed to respect him. Not fear him. ”Anguisette…Do you like ravens?” He asks quietly, the bird on his shoulder hopping down and bouncing at her feet. Perhaps it would keep her amused while he spoke to her mother. ”Strange name.” He muses to the mare, not liking the way it felt in his mouth. Awkward and clumsy. Minette’s worried question only causes him to chuckle. ”No, not yet. She’s far too young and has much to learn before she goes to the Chamber. I may take her just so she can see what it looks like… So Straia and the others can meet her. But she will live here for now.” He knows that his minnow won’t like that answer, that one day he will take the child from her. He suspects that her little mind is whirling with ways to keep her from him. A low growl rumbles in his chest, crimson gaze locked on hers as he steps close to her and presses his muzzle to her neck. ”Don’t worry sweet minnow, there will be plenty more children.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf