[open] Bring out your dead [Open to those of dark heart or easy to break]

[Gryffen]

Excitement alluded him, it was always out of reach. There was always the mild quickness of breath at the start but the projects ran dry before it could reach a perfect crescendo. Dull. Worthless. The slate wiped clean, he begins again. Anew. And this time the plans were bigger. Better. This time nothing will slow down their execution. Slits of blood. Skin of snow. Soft downy feathers quietly ruffling in the darkness. A ghostly figure that slips between the trees. The world had changed but he had not. Where he had disappeared to was a mystery. He would never tell. There had been plenty of time though to observe and think. To figure out exactly what he wanted. He wants to pull them apart, skin and bone, explore their inner cavities. As always he wants to know how they tick. What makes them choose what they choose. To understand the effect of magic within each one. He wants to push them as far as they can go. He wants to break them apart to understand life. Nobody knows why. He finds the screaming, the tears, and the groans of pain exhilarating. They get him off more than the simple act of sex ever will. Not that he minds that either. Pleasure can be found in many forms. This time will be different because he will control the strings. Oh it hadn’t been so bad working for this Queen and that one. They had all intrigued him in their own way and had often found him just as interesting. Interesting enough to let him do most of what he wanted. Yet there had always been restraints. What would it be like, he wonders, if everyone played by my rules? If the slave pens had been used to their full potential… If his experiments could be taken to new heights? There will have to be others, he knows. Willing and unwilling. But they will come. They always do. Wings flare casting a pale dappled light as they catch between feathers. The ghost has left the shadows. A sharp raw piercing whinny that almost sounds like a scream, it rips through the air, breaking through the muffled quiet of the forest. And as they come forward his lips curl into that familiar snarl. It takes a minute to realize he's smirking. ”Aren’t you all just so…” He pauses, looking them over. ”Bored?” A single hoof striking against a rock before he casually flings it out, not caring if he hits someone. ”Doesn’t it bother you? That wasted potential…” Words that slid out with a hiss and end in a sigh. ”I’m sick of being bored.” The ruby depths of his eyes harden as they narrow on them. ”Time to change some things I think.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf