[open] Not All That Glitters Is Gold [Jack]

[Kreed]

The accusations come as quickly as I expected, but they are from the feathered mare and not the bay stallion. Interesting, I think, with not even a peak of my brow.

An irritated tone and a demanding step forwards come from the winged mare as she asks of her child.  A warm puff of vapor escaping my nostrils as my gaze shifts from the bay stallion, settling on the elegant being.  She was too perfect for my kingdom and so I do not hesitate to turn them back to where they had come from.

“I did nothing more than show her what she fears the most,” I sneer.  “Would you care to know yours?”

There is a thin darkness that begins to stretch from the forests behind me, smearing gray against the dusting of white snow. 

My silver eyes rove between the pair lazily, they looked like wholesome creatures and so I anticipate their fears to run as deeply as the child's.  Fears of failure.  Fears of grief and sorrow.  Fears of the unknown. 

All such trivial worries long beaten from me. 

The dark veil reaches out, threatening to consume them.  It would be a minor feeling at first, their fear.  Perhaps no more than the uncertainty of what was happening before their eyes.  But if it would seep further into their core, it would bring to surface the things that haunted them most.  Only then would I grasp onto those and twist them into a faux reality right before their eyes.

Kreed

Crown of Bone and Thorn