B A D W O L F || Chamber Gang, have at it.

[Gryffen]

It begins and it is beautiful. Weed’s magic is better than what he had anticipated, the way the tree begins to wither and die. The leaves curl and blacken as the trunk begins to grow gray. And then Kushiel sets it ablaze. Perhaps they could have left then, this being a sign of warning for things to come. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Finally they start to crawl out of the woodworks. A courageous but foolish man starts to charge right for him as he screams to protect the rulers. The red eyed stallion ruffles the feather’s of his wings, preparing to take flight and rip the stallion to shreds. However Shaytan moves in front of him and makes to meet the charging idiot instead. He laughs and turns his attention to the other things, more important things. Cellar had quickly left his side to seek out the painted one eyed woman. He didn’t worry about her, she could easily kill anyone who tried to lay a hand on her. There are woman and children screaming and it’s so pathetic he can’t help but laugh again. So awkward and stupid these Gates horses are. Things change little when Rapscallion enters the picture. His crimson eyes study the unbothered stallion with a tinge of interest. ”Don’t you see? What do these people have without hope?” His voice carries over the screams and raging of fire that spreads across the tree’s trunk. ”I’m taking that hope away from them.” He pauses for a moment before calling over his shoulder to Kushiel. ”Don’t forget the garden.” His eyes never leave Rapscallion’s, what was a man like this doing here. ”But it doesn’t bother you does it? You don’t belong here so why would it ever bother you?” His lips curl at the ends, a smirk playing along pale lips. There are no further responses, the reasoning behind this visit is clear. Besides, there is no need for the Gates members to hand her over. He already has his hounds on the scent. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf