[open] SWEET SIXTEEN PARTY - YOU'RE INVITED!

[Gryffen]

When the red eyed ghost is offered the liquid, he takes it willingly. Giving a cheeky wink at the fairy, who gives him a sly smile, he downs the drink in one gulp. There’s no need to pause by the mirror, he already knows he looks good. Unlike his depressing pathetic nephew, Gryffen is dressed smartly. He’s wearing a dark suit and it compliments his pale skin, his red eyes, his long white hair. A few ladies give him some appraising glances and he returns a sultry smile which makes them blush brightly. He hasn’t come to this party to enjoy himself. Not the way they have. His attention isn’t on these plain girls. He saunters towards the table, takes his time pouring a drink. It’s some sort of punch that he spikes with a small flask that the greeting fairy had tucked into his pocket. At least she wasn't a square. The whisky hit’s his throat, burns pleasantly in his chest and he smiles to himself. Ready for the main event. When Ledger runs out to find the mystery girl, he’s flirting with another fairy in a secluded area, behind a tree. This one isn’t as pretty as the others. She plays no important role, just another one of many that watch over Beqanna. He doubts she will be missed. Seductive and attentive words, soft touches that graze first over her exposed shoulder and then her cheek. It’s dark and the faint warmth of the fairy lights only enhances the mood. She’s not the brightest little tinkerbell. Surely she knows what he’s capable of. However his charm is impeccable, the role of a gentleman played to perfection.   He’s winning her over. ”You’re so misunderstood.” She says while running her little soft hands up the length of his suit, tugging teasingly at his tie as she pulls him in for a kiss. His lips meet hers and she sighs… Just as he jabs the knife he found by the cake under her breast. She doesn’t scream, she can’t. His lips forcefully push into hers. He pushes harder upwards into her chest. When he finally pulls away, she crumples to the ground. He quickly stoops over his quarry while wiping a trickle of blood from his lips. Rips the back of her dress then carves into her smooth shoulders to collect his prize. How interesting this is! He wishes he had more time to study her inner workings. The way her wings seems to be attached to her very bones. They are truly a part of her. Glancing up quickly as he works on removing what he wants. Best not to get caught and all that. He’s only able to break off one, he will study it in detail later. Quietly he allows himself to be swallowed by shadows. And as the enchantment wears off, a ghostly figure of a winged horse flits through the dark trees. Carrying something glittery between his teeth. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf

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