Yesterday, 11:54 AM
KRIEG
You know who also is not quiet?
Krieg.
She has been described as power hungry, selfish, self-centered, racist, rude, brash, lazy, and dozens of other undesirable descriptors. But never, not once in her life, has she been described as quiet.
After dumping her newest spawn off in a land that felt like her Lord and Savior - Carnage - she made her way across Beqanna until she happened upon the Meadow. Still quite exhausted from birthing the child who had sucked the life from her the entire pregnancy - a son, it was always the boys who brought her trouble - she stopped to rest. This new Beqanna was fascinating. She had seen some remarkable things in her endless travels. Horses of all beautiful colors and with magnificent, jaw dropping traits. She should have been born in this day and age, she'd probably have been happier.
Instead, she was a vile green color with no visible traits and only the ability to take and give life. Although she was not technically immortal, she could steal away the youth of others. They got older and she got younger. They died off and she continued to live, taking up space and air that they would very likely make better use of.
While resting and pondering what she should do with her life next, she caught sight of a flamboyantly pink and white stallion sliding to a halt. Her curiosity piqued. Her adopted daughter, Elite, the wild and destructive girl who was able to summon Carnage and started a war, was also flamboyantly pink. She had hated being pink while Krieg thought it only added to her magnificent status over all others - including her biologic swamp green son who had only ever caused trouble. Boys, it was always boys.
Unfortunately for Layland, Krieg does love Carnage. To the point of unhealthy obsession. When he burned the Valley down, it had singed his mark onto her chest, and she wore it proudly. A white C with markings swirling around it. Some may know what it was, others may not, but she would happily tell you about it and how magnificent her Dark God was. As for female rappers? Krieg doesn't know anything about that topic of discussion.
"Well, well! Look at you!" She called out, wandering towards him with a smirk across her green features. "Aren't you quite the specimen?"
Krieg.
She has been described as power hungry, selfish, self-centered, racist, rude, brash, lazy, and dozens of other undesirable descriptors. But never, not once in her life, has she been described as quiet.
After dumping her newest spawn off in a land that felt like her Lord and Savior - Carnage - she made her way across Beqanna until she happened upon the Meadow. Still quite exhausted from birthing the child who had sucked the life from her the entire pregnancy - a son, it was always the boys who brought her trouble - she stopped to rest. This new Beqanna was fascinating. She had seen some remarkable things in her endless travels. Horses of all beautiful colors and with magnificent, jaw dropping traits. She should have been born in this day and age, she'd probably have been happier.
Instead, she was a vile green color with no visible traits and only the ability to take and give life. Although she was not technically immortal, she could steal away the youth of others. They got older and she got younger. They died off and she continued to live, taking up space and air that they would very likely make better use of.
While resting and pondering what she should do with her life next, she caught sight of a flamboyantly pink and white stallion sliding to a halt. Her curiosity piqued. Her adopted daughter, Elite, the wild and destructive girl who was able to summon Carnage and started a war, was also flamboyantly pink. She had hated being pink while Krieg thought it only added to her magnificent status over all others - including her biologic swamp green son who had only ever caused trouble. Boys, it was always boys.
Unfortunately for Layland, Krieg does love Carnage. To the point of unhealthy obsession. When he burned the Valley down, it had singed his mark onto her chest, and she wore it proudly. A white C with markings swirling around it. Some may know what it was, others may not, but she would happily tell you about it and how magnificent her Dark God was. As for female rappers? Krieg doesn't know anything about that topic of discussion.
"Well, well! Look at you!" She called out, wandering towards him with a smirk across her green features. "Aren't you quite the specimen?"
BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE
@Layland