a single spark is all I need, Gryffen

[Gryffen]

It was hard not to stand out. Unique features of blood and snow. Infamous deeds that no matter when and where he faded or picked back up again, he was always noticed. Remembered regardless if they wanted to. The slave pens (flesh pinned against cold metal bars, the rattle of chains). The unsuspecting lab rats (Cellar’s poisoned barbs killing that man at his behest, how could he not have her then despite the threat of death). The cool fog of the mountains hiding his most prized possessions (the jaded and broken, his pretty dolls, his playthings). There was just so many to pick from. The best, however, had yet to come. She reminds him of Minette, the first to truly fall at his hand. She had been so innocent, the spark of youth bright in her eyes. He had shattered her, lulled her into false security, then shattered her again. He misses the way he had played seduction, had actually made her start to feel something for him. Made her believe that maybe he was worthy of love and more importantly, she was too. Wrong. Stupid cow. Magnus had taken her when he had grown bored, had taken something else that didn’t belong to him either. But no matter. He will take it back when he wants it. Just like he will with this one. What had Straia always said? Something about him and his broken toys. He liked them fractured, missing parts. Made them easier to manipulate, to bend to his will. He likes them handsome but plain, less likely to be missed. Though pretty and royal were always fun too, Fiasko thought herself a Queen until he reminded her that she was just like everyone else. She wasn’t untouchable. Nobody was. He can always sense the torn threads of the battered. The lines that are woven into the grooves around her eyes. The distant look, the weary way they hold themselves. She’s hurting some how and he decides to find out the source and use it to his advantage. ”Excuse me.” Polite smooth words as he slowly approaches, wings of angels beginning to fold in at his pale sides. Crimson eyes gazing with puzzlement as his features collect into something of polite concern. ”Are you alright? You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. Predators have been lurking nearby.” His lips pull back into a small smile as he closes the distance between them, extending a soft silver muzzle to hers in greeting. Come child, meet the wolf. Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf

@[Colby]