09-07-2017, 02:44 PM
look what you made me do.
Waylan was unknown to him, he is unaware of this exceptional grandchild. A stallion he would have loved to mold and style himself, such potential. Zayn, however, he would recall. How could he not? The son he had forced upon the Gates Queen when he had led the Chamberlings to the light kingdom, destroying their beloved tree and taking her hostage. To this day he can still remember the taste of her fear, so sweet mingled with the salt of her sweat as she writhed and cried out beneath him. Rape had never been about pleasure. It was a means to break her, to lower her even further into submission. To get something he wanted. Besides, a fragmented spirit made them all the more easy to bend to his will.
As the child speaks of this distant relation, nothing of familiarity sparks in the depths of red. However the name is not forgotten, perhaps it would become useful one day. What does interest him is the mention that her mother could shift into a sea beast. A critical gaze is casted over the filly, a probing and searching look. He had always been a collector of not only broken things, but magical things. Perhaps she would be more useful then he originally thought.
A soft snap behind him breaks his unwavering gaze on the girl. Ah, his beautiful torturous bluebird had arrived. Glittering ruby iris’s sparkle at her with pleasure, sensing the readiness of her stance to come and play. Her gray and black eyes are already looking over the child, a hunger on her lips. ”A different kind of fun this time.” A soft correction to steer her in the appropriate direction. This one wasn’t to be killed. Harmed if needed to fall in line or learn, but not executed.
However, there was one thing that needed to be addressed. ”But first… Let’s greet our guest shall we?” He growls softly, turning his creamy body towards the shadows where the watcher waits. Ears prick forward, crimson depths calm and patient, his facial expression a mask of whatever he was truly thinking. Whoever was following him was either a threat or a possibility. There was no need to rush into rash action, not when the stranger was outnumbered. ”Come out, come out, wherever you are…” His voice rising and taunting as it is casted into the trees.
As the child speaks of this distant relation, nothing of familiarity sparks in the depths of red. However the name is not forgotten, perhaps it would become useful one day. What does interest him is the mention that her mother could shift into a sea beast. A critical gaze is casted over the filly, a probing and searching look. He had always been a collector of not only broken things, but magical things. Perhaps she would be more useful then he originally thought.
A soft snap behind him breaks his unwavering gaze on the girl. Ah, his beautiful torturous bluebird had arrived. Glittering ruby iris’s sparkle at her with pleasure, sensing the readiness of her stance to come and play. Her gray and black eyes are already looking over the child, a hunger on her lips. ”A different kind of fun this time.” A soft correction to steer her in the appropriate direction. This one wasn’t to be killed. Harmed if needed to fall in line or learn, but not executed.
However, there was one thing that needed to be addressed. ”But first… Let’s greet our guest shall we?” He growls softly, turning his creamy body towards the shadows where the watcher waits. Ears prick forward, crimson depths calm and patient, his facial expression a mask of whatever he was truly thinking. Whoever was following him was either a threat or a possibility. There was no need to rush into rash action, not when the stranger was outnumbered. ”Come out, come out, wherever you are…” His voice rising and taunting as it is casted into the trees.
Gryffen