when you think of love do you think of pain? (herds)

[Gryffen]

How funny that the huge man had left them all, vulnerable and exposed. Easy prey for him to feast on. It felt like only yesterday he had battled Kreios for his lead mare simply because he had nothing better to do and she had been nice to look at. Now he had abandoned his mares and here he was to scoop up the scraps. She easily drew his attention, standing out of the snowy background like a sore thumb. Brightly colored and fat with child. His lip curls at the thought of having to deal with one of Kreios’s kids but he could easily turn that to his advantage if he wished. Or kill the blasted thing. It was trivial in the skim of things. First he needed to collect her. Crimson iris’s gaze unwavering on her as he approaches, feathery wings outstretched. He likes coming to them like this, the mockery of an angel that he is. He may not be Satan himself but he definitely is one of those that has crawled out of the pages of The Book of Enoch. His pale lips pull tight into a sneer as he confidently draws closer to her, letting the tips of a wing graze against her swollen side as he circles her. Inspection completed, teeth tinged yellow snap at her shoulder as his neck snakes out quickly with ears hidden beneath a tangled mass of his forelock. ”We can do this whatever way you like but the easiest will be to just come with me.” He finally says, waiting to see what the pregnant mare would do now that he has claimed her for his own. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf