08-14-2015, 02:29 PM
He’s not stupid, he can see the way her mind is turning. The way she snaps at the air as if she had some sort of hope to hold on to. He’s about to take that hope away. ”I know what you're thinking.” His voice quiet as he prowls around her. Stopping before gesturing towards the trees. If she looks through the pine needles, she will see a raven. And then another. And another. In the broken limbs, the trunks that have been decimated by fire, she will see them more clearly. ”You see I belong to the Chamber and my Queen has an affinity for those black birds. They are always watching. Watching me. Watching you.” A sadistic grin on his face as he turns back to her. ”So if you run, they will follow. And I will hunt you down. It won’t be pretty.“ A soft laugh follows at her question but it lacks warmth or amusement. ”You can call me Gryffen.” He begins to pluck at her mane again, pulling out strands one by one. ”And what shall I call you?” He muses aloud, red eyes never wavering from her face. *********the big bad wolf |