So far his children from this season have not been the most exciting lot.
He’s spent much of the early spring stalking down mares that he bred with, so that he can see the young that they’ve produced for him. And, he is rather disappointed. The silver mare he’d forced has had a daughter, and so has the odd zebra mare that he’d coupled with. Ghoest has given him a son at least, but the boy is entirely unremarkable. He still has yet to see the children of Noellen and Killgore however, though he does not have high hopes for Noellen’s spawn. But Killgore’s child …
With the mare’s spirit and lust for cruelty, she could give him the perfect heir.
But he hasn’t seen the spirited mare for several days.
He decides to seek her out and, much to his surprise, finds her rather quickly. He only has to head in the direction of the hills before she appears, strutting her way towards the beach. And there, at her heels, walks a little, dark figure.
“Killgore!” His interest is blazing and he cannot help but pick up speed as he heads to meet her. The closer he gets, the more characteristics of the child he is able to pick up, and the more excited he becomes. First and most importantly, the child is sporting a glorious pair of feathered wings. Second, the child is a dark, dark shade of purple. And third … it’s a boy.
This, is the kind of heir he’s been waiting for.
When he reaches them, he first reaches out to Killgore with an affectionate nuzzle and whispers a “hello beautiful,” before turning to loom over the boy. “Well, well, who’s this?!”
He’s spent much of the early spring stalking down mares that he bred with, so that he can see the young that they’ve produced for him. And, he is rather disappointed. The silver mare he’d forced has had a daughter, and so has the odd zebra mare that he’d coupled with. Ghoest has given him a son at least, but the boy is entirely unremarkable. He still has yet to see the children of Noellen and Killgore however, though he does not have high hopes for Noellen’s spawn. But Killgore’s child …
With the mare’s spirit and lust for cruelty, she could give him the perfect heir.
But he hasn’t seen the spirited mare for several days.
He decides to seek her out and, much to his surprise, finds her rather quickly. He only has to head in the direction of the hills before she appears, strutting her way towards the beach. And there, at her heels, walks a little, dark figure.
“Killgore!” His interest is blazing and he cannot help but pick up speed as he heads to meet her. The closer he gets, the more characteristics of the child he is able to pick up, and the more excited he becomes. First and most importantly, the child is sporting a glorious pair of feathered wings. Second, the child is a dark, dark shade of purple. And third … it’s a boy.
This, is the kind of heir he’s been waiting for.
When he reaches them, he first reaches out to Killgore with an affectionate nuzzle and whispers a “hello beautiful,” before turning to loom over the boy. “Well, well, who’s this?!”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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