10-05-2015, 02:27 PM
He makes quite an entrance as he soars through the fresh spring air, white angel wings spread as his hooves hit the ground before them. He lands lightly, ruffling his feathers before the wings crumple down and fold into his side. He give them a predatory grin as his crimson eyes (bright and glowing) assess the group before him. A mare and two stallions. Perhaps Magnus would recognize the red eyes of his sire. Although Gryffen and Magnus had never met, No Crosses Count and the buckskin had quite an old history. Fennick was a stranger to him as well although he could catch a faint scent of the Valley off of him. He offers Fennick a slight nod of his head. As the Chamber and Valley were allied, he had no intentions of causing any problems with him unless things were to go sour of course. His main focus is on the girl. Young and attractive. Larger than your average mare. It reminds him vaguely of someone but he doesn’t make the connection to Belgareth. Perhaps she would smell the cool scent of the Mountains on him and think of home. That’s where he plans on taking her anyways. ”Gryffen.” The Chamber ghost introduces himself cooly, regarding her quietly for a moment. ”From Mourning Mountains and the Chamber.” While he likes his toys broken and bruised, sometimes you wanted to add something of high quality to the collection. Just for fun. - - - - - |