whose afraid... [Bellfae]

[Gryffen]

Oh she’s trying to play the game. It would take more than a bit of flattery to win him over. However he’s rather amused that she’s attempting so he will play along as well. ”Gryffen. Master of Whisperers. Chamber Ghost. I am a man of many names.” He replies as he steps close to her, the autumn season making him more volatile and violent than usual and that was saying something. ”What can you do for me?” He retorts as his muzzle continues it’s leisurely stroll along her skin, coming to rest on the curve of her back. ”Children for one thing.” He pauses to gauge her reaction. He kept his mares to sate his growing appetite which ranged from abuse to relieving sexual tension. Besides the more of his blood spread throughout Beqanna, the better. ”But perhaps you can do something more for me….” He pauses, considering her. ”Find me another mare. Bring her here to me. And perhaps I will reward you.” Young or old, strong or weak, ugly or beautiful. He doesn’t care. He wants to break them all equally. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf