Excuse me while I touch the sky [Gallows,any]

[Gallows]

My, my, he is a conceited young puss, isn't he? The force of his rage is adorable in one so young, but I won't underestimate it. I've heard quite a bit about the sordid family of the Cove and if they ever stop fucking one another and singlehandedly diminishing the seal population, they might be a force to be reckoned with. This one, however, he's the brains. He won't be dirtying his hands with anyone's blood. No, I think sourly. He wants me to dirty mine over a girl. I heard the winged lavender child coming, but it is amusing to make him wait. (Although I am growing to detest the wall of fire, even this monstrosity has its perks. An effective magician could render it null, however, and I'd rather put Eight's talents elsewhere.) Kirin's thoughts build and swirl until you'd hardly have to be a mind reader to know that he is pissed. Well, he's just going to love me, then. I canter through the flame wall, wings spread and golden eyes dancing. I am an unassuming mare, not much to look at and certainly not within the narrow confines of attractive for this young stallion. My coat is dirty reddish brown and my form is average, albeit muscular. The most impressive thing about me are my wings. They are rust red with black bars and hints of white to them. Even better than how they look, of course, is how they work, and they could be skeletal for all I care as long as they could launch me into the sky. "Let's get to the point quickly, shall we? You're Kirin. I'm Gallows, and yes, I'm one of the rulers here. Fennick is king, but I wouldn't ask to talk to him about your little problem. He's entirely too polite." I toss my head towards the wall. "You're safe to walk through unless you're hiding an army under those purple wings of yours." Without a backward glance I walk back through the wall. I know he will follow. One benefit of the thing is that no one on the outside can hear us talking. And based on Kirin's seething, this could be a catalyst I don't feel like sharing with spies. G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.