whose afraid... [Sette / Any]

[Gryffen]

He cares not for the minnow’s dark looks for the opinions of fish are nothing but silver scales and splashes. Before setting off for the Chamber, he leaves his own shadow bird behind. This is unknown to the minnow, for he is growing more distrustful of her as the days go by. The bird knows his instructions without an audible word being said. Once it has spread it’s wings and glided off, he offers the small foal at his side a whisper of a smile as he asks, ”Shall we?” The trip is short considering they only have to cross the mountain ridge to get to it. Crimson eyes drink in his kingdom eagerly, Atrox’s heart beating it’s familiar rhythm beneath the  earth and vibrating against their hooves. He cast a glance at his daughter with a slightly amused expression. It would be interesting to see her reaction to the strange feeling of a living heart in the ground. The ravens are more numerous here then in the Mountains and that’s saying something. Even he can’t help but be fascinated by her wonder of the winged creatures. Part of him wants to split open the child’s skull and pick apart at it, what makes her so curious of everything? Where did a child’s wonder connect to the imagination and how could you control it? But he won’t of course. Not to her anyways. Father and daughter make their way into the heart of the kingdom, red eyes glowing in the darkness as he seeks out the others. Coming to a standstill, he finally looks down to his small companion. ”What do you think? A little more interesting then the Mountains I take it.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf