You're the Color of my Blood; birthing [Gryffen, Any]

[Modicum Mortem]

The raid on Sylva had not went as he had planned. A chance to prove himself gone, and the rage inside him brimmed at his surface. The wraith king was his ticket to all he wanted in his life, and in a matter of minutes the opportunity was ripped from his grasp. If only he had been a little quicker...

He enjoyed Sylva - it was dark, brooding. Unlike the other forests of Beqanna, it gave off an eerie yellow glow, and there were plenty of spaces for the ebony stag to stalk in. He did not stay all the time; he often wandered to different lands, different places, but today he felt content to stay within the borders.

The scent of new life hit his nostrils - a birthing, not even a mile away from where he stood. Whether the mare was worthy of his presence he would soon find out. His small frame weaved through the heavy Sylvan undergrowth effortlessly, until the scent led him to a dainty cave. A demanding nicker echoed off the caves walls, and Mortem hoped something interesting would come of this interaction. 

He did not bother to stalk, he simply went inside. The child was already born, and the mother licked his coat clean as if she had done it a million times. A beautiful dapple buckskin, her coat still glimmered with that pregnancy glow. He grinned through crooked teeth, staying a few feet back in case the mare was feeling feisty today - if she was, oh well. As if he couldn't take her?

"Well hello there."    

Modicum Mortem

They all float…

@[Karaugh] 

Sorry it sucks, I'm so tired and I just wanted to get a reply up for you xD