ashes to ashes, we all fall down - Crito, any

[Gryffen]

There is someone new in the Chamber, someone that doesn’t belong. He remembers Shaytan who had looked at his gift with hungry eyes. Now she stands with her shit eating grin, looking immensely pleased with herself. An old stallion stands by her side and his expression is far less happy. The Chamber ghost changes his direction, crimson gaze glowing brightly as he comes closer to them. Once upon a time, a very very long time ago, he had thought of following in his old man’s hoof prints and going to the Tundra. Pretty quickly, although the coldness had been appealing, he figured his unique skills and personality wouldn’t be much wanted there. The Chamber however had always embraced him fully, appreciative of the things he could for it. ”What’s this Shaytan?” He asks quietly, looking over Crito with vague interest. ”Is it my turn for a present?” Blood stains her lips and he wonders where she has been lately. In fact he wonders if she had been feasting on the remains of the girl that was currently rotting a few feet from here. The girl he had ordered Cellar to kill in the name of science. He ticks off a mental note to remind her not to eat that thing, probably wasn’t safe considering the corpse’s blood was infected with poison. The raven that Straia had given him to beat up Chezter still remains perched on his shoulder. When it sees Crito, it hops up the Chamber ghost’s crest till it’s standing between Gryffen’s ears. It’s head twists as beady eyes take in Crito and a loud kraa comes from it’s beak as if to inform the others, special delivery. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf