K I N G P I N
kill them all...
He followed dutifully, Mother would not have it another way, and he quickly learned this. As they all had. When it came down to it, she was a simple creature, all one need do is travel along the set path, help build that path. It was not asking much, he thought not anyways. Show her you were worthy and she took care of you, as she did his siblings. Preform your duty and she would preform hers, nothing more, nothing less.
He watched the land change, craggy shore-land to misty forests, soon birds filled the air. Ravens that cawed then swirled to disappear in a puff of smoke and shadow. He watched them all curiously while trotting behind his Dam, his red eyes flirting with the dark.
His eyes, one look and his Mother was smiling. Perhaps they had been the very thing to save him from whatever lay with those that did not please her. He wouldn't know, he had never not pleased Mother. She told him he was beautiful, eyes like his father, that they would meet him soon. She also told him he was strong, built solid, that it reminded her of his Uncle. He wasn't sure if she was so happy about that part, her eyes forever dark and vapid. If it were not for the warm touches here or there, no one would ever know she truly cared for something.
Soon they stop, halting at an invisible border. He wonders why, if the man was his father, why should he have to stop? He didn't ask though, he simply obeyed huffing at her side as she pulled his hair. Eyes narrowed as she managed to pinch his scalp in doing so with each pass of her rough tongue. Soon a white male with wings finds them, staring back at him through the same bloody eyes. He assumes this is the man they have come to see, and he is not wrong. The stallion greets Mother, then turns to look him over, the boy only provides a solid stare back.
A hot cloud of air passes his Father's lips, blowing across the fine peach fuzz of his nose. "She calls me Kingpin." He responds in a matter of fact way.