There’s not much small chat as they head to the Gates. His mind is focused on other things, preoccupied. The Chamber ghost looks out of his element in the spring swept landscape. The Gates more so than ever, all bright and warm. Not his thing. The sooner he was out of this dump the better. God and was it a shithole. Barely a few horses milling around and the stupid tree in the distance. Such a pathetic waste of land. Crimson eyes search the border to see if he can find the distressed mare’s figure. Not finding her, he motions to Cellar and crossed into the kingdom. He doesn’t care much for rules or boundaries, unless you were trying to cross into the Chamber that is. It doesn’t take long to find her, the little ruined doll that he loves to play with so much. So easy to pull her puppet strings and make her dance the way he liked. She craved him, it was so evident with the way she conveniently made herself available to him. But today he doesn’t care for her. He’s come for something else.
”Reuen, my precious little wilted flower.” A smirk on his white lips, red eyes dancing like fire. A muzzle extends and presses briefly into her neck. He trails down to her shoulder, a nice lingering caress. ”I believe you have something of mine and I’ve come to collect.” He looks around her, looking to see if a foal is pressed to her side. ”Where is it?” He doesn’t introduce Cellar, there was no need. She was here as backup in case they ran into any difficulty getting what he came for. His poisonous scaled bouncer.
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