04-20-2015, 08:12 PM
He isn’t stalking Kreois, per se. That would be weird. However, Gaza has been kind of… lingering around, if you will, to wait for a good time to talk to him.
They seem rather similar. Quiet, but nice. At least, Gaza thinks he might be the nice type of stallion. He’s never really had any occasion to be mean to anyone, except in foalhood when he was fighting with Kitra and Akbar. He hasn’t wanted to fight anyone lately. Maybe if he had some cool ram horns he might want to fight. Weren’t father supposed to teach that sort of thing?
He had too little time with his father, but at least he hadn’t been on the bad end, like Kreois. Gaza didn’t know that, of course, but neither of them were the favored son. Akbar was. Kratos was. The two that remained in the Desert were the gentle giants of the family. Gaza can blame his temperament on Yael, thankfully; a pacifist, gentle mother was bound to rub off on one of them. And so the mini-Vanquish wanders over to his half-brother and Queen, half-awkward and not wanting to seem to eager too really meet them. He shakes the black forelock out of his eyes in a very young adult manner. “Hi Camrynn… Kreios. Do you mind if I join you?”
Yes, even Yael’s manners soaked in. He would never go where he was not wanted.
They seem rather similar. Quiet, but nice. At least, Gaza thinks he might be the nice type of stallion. He’s never really had any occasion to be mean to anyone, except in foalhood when he was fighting with Kitra and Akbar. He hasn’t wanted to fight anyone lately. Maybe if he had some cool ram horns he might want to fight. Weren’t father supposed to teach that sort of thing?
He had too little time with his father, but at least he hadn’t been on the bad end, like Kreois. Gaza didn’t know that, of course, but neither of them were the favored son. Akbar was. Kratos was. The two that remained in the Desert were the gentle giants of the family. Gaza can blame his temperament on Yael, thankfully; a pacifist, gentle mother was bound to rub off on one of them. And so the mini-Vanquish wanders over to his half-brother and Queen, half-awkward and not wanting to seem to eager too really meet them. He shakes the black forelock out of his eyes in a very young adult manner. “Hi Camrynn… Kreios. Do you mind if I join you?”
Yes, even Yael’s manners soaked in. He would never go where he was not wanted.