He recognizes in her a kindred spirit of sorts. Not that anything in either of them is at all kind. But in her he sees the beast - the same desire to manipulate and inflict pain. He will enjoy having her in his herd, he thinks. He cannot wait to see what she thinks of Ghoest, if she is not offended by the other mare’s presence. Actually, he thinks he would quite enjoy seeing her toy with Ghoest. He will have to make sure that they meet. It would be fun to have a partner in creating Ghoest’s misery.
She comments on the beach, revealing that she’s possibly never seen the ocean before. It’s an interesting fact, though not entirely surprising. Few horses ever have the opportunity to see it, and spend all of their days amongst the endless plains of grass. But he files the fact away in the back of his mind and of course, indulges her. “How about a closer look then?” He heads down the cliff, following a tiny, rocky path that he has come to know well in his time living here. The ground is uneven, but he has sure feet, and he keeps an eye on Killgore to make sure that she is able to keep her footing - he holds down the iron in the earth with the intention of making the earth less inclined to slide. It’s perhaps an uncharacteristically gentlemanly act for him (especially since it is genuine), but he’s quite enjoying Killgore’s presence. He doesn’t want her to become injured. Not yet anyway.
When they finally reach the beach, he walks right up to the water’s edge, and lets the cool water lap at his iron skin. He flashes a grin in “You should see it at night, when the moon is out.” He turns away from the water to face her. “Now, would you like the full tour, or would you like the chance to rest?” It had been a long journey here, after all.
She comments on the beach, revealing that she’s possibly never seen the ocean before. It’s an interesting fact, though not entirely surprising. Few horses ever have the opportunity to see it, and spend all of their days amongst the endless plains of grass. But he files the fact away in the back of his mind and of course, indulges her. “How about a closer look then?” He heads down the cliff, following a tiny, rocky path that he has come to know well in his time living here. The ground is uneven, but he has sure feet, and he keeps an eye on Killgore to make sure that she is able to keep her footing - he holds down the iron in the earth with the intention of making the earth less inclined to slide. It’s perhaps an uncharacteristically gentlemanly act for him (especially since it is genuine), but he’s quite enjoying Killgore’s presence. He doesn’t want her to become injured. Not yet anyway.
When they finally reach the beach, he walks right up to the water’s edge, and lets the cool water lap at his iron skin. He flashes a grin in “You should see it at night, when the moon is out.” He turns away from the water to face her. “Now, would you like the full tour, or would you like the chance to rest?” It had been a long journey here, after all.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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