watch it burn {Fennick/Gallows/Eona/Any}

[Fennick]

Fennick felt like the world had frozen. He blinked stupidly at his son, listening to the words that tumbled from his lips without really comprehending them or acting on them. He had listened at first, intently even. When Kryten asked for Gallows Fennick nodded and looked around. Surely, she would be here soon.

The details began to get increasingly dodgy after that. His boy’s rage felt scalding and hot. The Valley King sank a little further into himself, trying to find a place that was cool, where the truth of the situation did not exist. There was only one part of Kryten’s story that he understood, and Fennick kept hearing it over and over again.

Someone murdered her.

Fennick didn’t need to ask who “her” was. It was Hestia, he had known it, somehow, from the moment their son had come running in and she was nowhere to be found. Fennick felt himself slip into something like a stasis, he felt like he was loosing control of his form. This hadn’t happened in a long, long time. The black stallion felt his bone’s crack and twist. His teeth grew long and pointed, his hair grew course and thick. When he hoped his eyes they were yellow, canine and predatory. Through his face of mismatched teeth the Valley king growled.

“What did he look like?” The question came out as eerily calm, and was uttered in a low, predatory growl. He would find the man and he would open his throat.