Oh he likes her.
He can see her giving him a once over as he approaches, and the tiny smirk that follows tells him that she likes what she sees. Good mare - she knows how to appreciate quality when she sees it.
And really, so does he. She’s a pretty thing, powerfully built, and that attitude …
She would make a welcome addition to his herd. She certainly would make life interesting at the very least.
After he introduces himself however, the sound of hooves crunching through the snow catches his attention. He turns, angry, to see a battle-worn black stallion approaching. He’s unremarkable, except for a glowing blue symbol on his chest. Khaos would have likely found it interesting, if he had not been so irritated at the old man for interrupting. He snorts, but keeps his cool. There’s no point in starting a fight. Not yet anyhow.
The stallion comments on the weather, and Khaos wants to roll his eyes, though he keeps himself and check and simply offers a flat, “indeed.” The stallion reveals himself as the General of the Chamber, and Khaos is instantly glad that he has kept himself in check. While he is confident in his abilities, and believes he could take on the old man, he doesn’t feel that it is particularly wise to make an enemy of the Chamber at this point in his life. He inclines his head back at the stallion then turns back to the mare, who’s rather more important in his books.
She preens, showing off to the both of them. He’s getting the distinct feeling that she wouldn’t mind them fighting over her at all. “Ah well, I hope that’ll be me personally.” He grins at her.
He can see her giving him a once over as he approaches, and the tiny smirk that follows tells him that she likes what she sees. Good mare - she knows how to appreciate quality when she sees it.
And really, so does he. She’s a pretty thing, powerfully built, and that attitude …
She would make a welcome addition to his herd. She certainly would make life interesting at the very least.
After he introduces himself however, the sound of hooves crunching through the snow catches his attention. He turns, angry, to see a battle-worn black stallion approaching. He’s unremarkable, except for a glowing blue symbol on his chest. Khaos would have likely found it interesting, if he had not been so irritated at the old man for interrupting. He snorts, but keeps his cool. There’s no point in starting a fight. Not yet anyhow.
The stallion comments on the weather, and Khaos wants to roll his eyes, though he keeps himself and check and simply offers a flat, “indeed.” The stallion reveals himself as the General of the Chamber, and Khaos is instantly glad that he has kept himself in check. While he is confident in his abilities, and believes he could take on the old man, he doesn’t feel that it is particularly wise to make an enemy of the Chamber at this point in his life. He inclines his head back at the stallion then turns back to the mare, who’s rather more important in his books.
She preens, showing off to the both of them. He’s getting the distinct feeling that she wouldn’t mind them fighting over her at all. “Ah well, I hope that’ll be me personally.” He grins at her.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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