whose afraid... [Brynmor]

[Gryffen]

Ash spots his pale coat and the acrid smell of smoke clings to him. His crimson eyes look over the Chamber with unabashed pleasure. Now things were picking up speed, getting more interesting. It was time to make it just a tiny bit more interesting though. Oh he hadn't forgotten about the blind colt he had swiped the day he had killed it's mother. Before he had disappeared, he had tucked the foal away with strict orders in one of the more secluded and darker parts of the Chamber. Perhaps others had passed by and never even knew he lurked in the shadows, surrounded by stone and rock. Today the winged stallion makes his way towards that place. Today he will bring the blind colt back into the light. God only know what a few years of absolute isolation had done to him. He's excited to find out, another little experiment with promising results he hopes. "Now where did I leave you..." He muses to himself. He pushes past overgrown foilage, past dense forests of pine trees. Only stopping when he reaches the secluded overhanging of a mountainside. "Oh yes...." He whispers to himself, red eyes glowing brightly in the shadows. "Time to come out boy." Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf