whose afraid... [Reuen, Vause, Cellar]

[Gryffen]

Cellar is nervous about trespassing but he isn’t. He knows the Gates is a weak kingdom and it’s people even weaker. Glaring down at Reuen, he doesn’t bother to turn his head and look at the girl who had followed him here on his command. He can sense her anxiety despite the hollowness of her voice. ”Yes, it is quite uncomfortable isn’t it?” He murmurs, this land was warm and itched at his skin. His body longs for the cold, the weird rolling vibrations of the heart beating beneath the earth. ”Don’t fret Cellar, this won’t take long.” The schizophrenic broken doll is unusually quiet. Perhaps she had been shattered for good this time. No matter, for what he has come for peers out behind her hindquarters and boldly questions him. Another girl. Damn it. Well that’s disappointing. Crimson eyes peer at Vause intently, not speaking for a moment. Finally he pushes Reuen out of the way to fully expose the child. ”A father doesn’t need permission to take his child. Especially your permission.” He growls softly, lowering his head so they are eye to eye. And then his expression changes as he slowly smiles at her, crimson orbs glittering enticingly. ”Surely a girl would like to get to know her father?” Pulling back from the girl he moves towards Cellar, coming close enough that his whisper would be private but always keeping enough space so they would not touch. ”If anyone tries to stop us… You know what to do.” Pointedly looking at her scales before coming back to the foal and ushering her away. ”We are going on an adventure. You do like adventures don’t you?” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf