Turn down the lights;Khaos [any]

[Khaos]

She turns from him when he calls her beautiful, and he’s instantly confused. Is it not what you are supposed to tell mares when they feeling insecure? Tell them they are beautiful and stunning? That you worship the ground beneath their feet? And he’d even been earnest in his own way - it had taken no guile to bring that word from his lips. He does indeed enjoy the look on her - it’s proof of the child within. Their child.

But he does not press the issue. Even though Killgore is, well, Killgore - fiery and wonderfully cruel in her own right - she is still a mare. And mares are not always rational, especially when they have a child in their belly.

She does perk up however when he mentions the other mares one he can’t help but grin at her enthusiasm. There is the mare that first caught his interest in the field. There is the cruel and malicious being whose presence he enjoys so well.

“Ah, you must mean Ghoest!” Noellen had cried as well, but not near so wonderfully as darling, pathetic Ghoest. He quivers when he remembers the expression that she’d had on her face when he’d carved into her with his horn. Perhaps he should do so again … and maybe even let Killgore in on the fun. Perhaps it will do their child some good for its mother to engage in some bloodletting while it’s still in utero. “She can be quite amusing. Let me call for her.” He raises his voice, calling out for the roan mare. She better respond, and quickly, or it will be all the worse for her later.

K H A O S

iron son of carnage and oswyn

hell is empty and all the devils are here

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@[Ghoest]