la jeune fille mal aimée; gryffen, and then any

[Gryffen]

He watched his newly winged sister creep into his lands, for he had been watching from a ledge on the mountain. His red eyes are cold and a snarl is on his lips. He watches as the jaguar mare steals his daughter away. Minette, she fucking planned this. Oh he had known all about her little sneaky meetup in the Meadow. The raven had told him. Hadn’t he warned her not to trifle with him, to try and pull the wool over his eyes? Now not only had she doomed herself, she had brought the Amazons down with her. He didn’t bother to interfere with the kidnapping. No he simply watched and let it happen. He would get his daughter back eventually. For awhile he stands there, considering what has just happened. Then he slips from his perch and makes his way down the rocky path to her. The minnow who thought she was a slippery dolphin but in the end she was a minnow. A minnow he would crush beneath his hooves. He finds her looking anguished and forlorn. What she should look like is the epitome of fear. ”Little minnow…” He hisses, red eyes glowing blood red as he advances on her. ”I warned you but you refused to listen.” His hooves fly at her shoulder and if she has fallen he waits till she has gotten back up before he continues. ”You think I don’t know who took her, where she has gone too?” He snarls at her, hooves flying again and this time at her barrel. His neck snakes out as his teeth snap at her flesh. ”And to think I was going to let you keep the next one.” He laughs maliciously, letting his hooves fly at anything he can hit. She hasn’t fallen just yet. She will. His body is against hers, his teeth clamping onto a good grip of her mane and he tugs as hard as he can to bring her to the floor. Once she has fallen he aims a swift kick at her head, not caring if it connects or not. Not caring if she dies or not. If she avoids it, it will serve as a good warning. That your life is in my hands. ”No more games little fish” He spits at her, towering over her and seething with his wrath. ”No more trips to the Meadow for you. You are lucky I’m sparing your life. And this Fall you will have another child, one that will replace the one I’ve lost. You better hope it’s a boy, something that will slightly redeem you.” A short pause as he looks at the pathetic creature before him. ”Oh and one more thing…..I will get her back. When the Amazons burn you’ll only have yourself to blame for starting a war.” Promptly he turns on his heels, kicking dirt in her face as he leaves her alone with her grief and pain. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf