Most people hung on to that little thing called ambition. It came in all shapes and sizes. They thought ambition would get them somewhere, that having goals would bring all their wildest dreams on a silver platter. That they would become famous or a legend. That they would cause wars or bring peace as the most dire of times. Most ambition stems from a need to not be forgotten. A fear. If there is any fear that the cremello stallion has, it is that. His father suffered from it as well, they all did. Yet he did not need ambition to carry out this plan. It’s in fact the opposite that made his name fall off other’s lips in disgust, fear, wonder, awe. He simply doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything. Oh well, that’s not exactly true. He likes the Chamber, his birthplace. He keeps crawling back to it for a reason. He likes Straia because in their separate ways they are still all on the same page. He even likes some of the Chamber residents. But if it all disappeared, if they disappeared, he would acknowledge it and move on. There were other means to an end, other places and people and things to use and abuse. He wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t pine away. That’s what made him so successful you see. It’s easier to become something when you literally don’t give a shit about how you attain it, how you get there, and what exactly it is you may become.
The Chamber ghost is always haunting the borders, as he has been prone to do time and time again no matter how many times he comes back to this kingdom. His ghostly white form lingers in the shadows of the pine forest, red eyes always glowing as he watches for strangers. It was always a nice change of pace, having non-natives come to the kingdom. Easier to pick on and to play with. Today’s no different, a pretty little thing coming and calling out into the kingdom. Such a foolish girl. You never know who is listening. He doesn’t move from his position as he replies back in a hiss, just loud enough to carry to her. ”And what would we want with a little Valley girl?” As far as he knows, Alliances as this point are fragile things that can easily be broken. Straia herself had encouraged the pot to be stirred and word had finally spread about the Valley’s new king. As far as he was concerned, there is no need to be polite. Even if there was, he wouldn’t be.
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