With stones to weigh my pockets down [Gryffen]

[Gryffen]

a ghost in the darkness.

They both crawl beneath each other’s skin, he wants to pinpoint exactly what it is about the green mare that bothers him so. She had easily finagled her way out of his direct question, why was she here? Why had she stayed? Suspicion follows him like a dark cloud as he leaves Deimos to work his magic with the thorns and twisted trunks. The land had not rejected him despite the objections to the way Deimos forced it to bend to their will. Land doesn’t care. Even when Atrox’s beating heart had lain beneath the Chamber soil, it’s palpations felt underneath their hooves, it hadn’t cared. The forest would always belong to the forest. It didn’t matter who ruled it’s borders. It understood the ways of the world. There would always be those living in it’s depths, light or dark, it didn’t care. As long as someone was lurking within them, then they thrived.

She has not gone far into these woods, turning and standing almost sulkily before him. Clear hard eyes penetrating back into the burning depths of red. Spitfire on her tongue. It’s amusing and he smirks. ”I’m still not sure what place you belong in.” Slowly he ambles closer to her until his muzzle is breathing hot breath against hers. ”What is it that you desire Circinae?” A faint glimmer making him hazy before her. ”What do you desire most?” He needs to find that link within her, the one he can connect with. The one that will either help him manipulate her or find some mutual connection.

Gryffen

I was going to have him use his Love Illuisionist, if that's not ok let me know and I can edit the post <3