Topsy turvy {kirin/ Any}

[Kirin]

And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love

He's proud of the amount of swelling barrels in the Cove, regardless of who was the cause. His brothers were only furthering their line, doing the work of Khaos and he had no protest against it. In fact, he encouraged them to do so. All save for Kult, the boy wouldn't budge and Kirin had tired of the argument.

He checks his little clutch of mares daily, all would be due in a matter of days and he must see what they brought him. Today it appears dear aunty has finally released the good form her womb, he happens upon the two in a flourish of lavender feathers.

His eyes look on the sticky mess of a foal, purple and blinking curiously. "Leave? hmm," He muses, taking care to nibble at the mess that still clung to the girl. "People in hell want ice water. Besides, you still have work to do here." He motions to the mess, the babe that should be suckling at her side by now. The woman had duties to see to, like it or not.

"Up with you then girl." He nudges the filly, trying to boost her rump into the air and get her standing. The scene so far was very unusual, though Kirin had always been gentle with his own offspring- those that pleased him anyways.

Kirin

son of Khaos