when you think of love do you think of pain?; kreios

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash There are some stories that parents do not tell their children because they hope to spare them from the harshness of the world. Lyric had never us of the Murder Pits, but she had told us of her friend Elite – a mare that had been misunderstood. I, of course, have no idea what Elite looks like – and especially not her granddaughter. All I see is a black and white mare, standing alone and grazing in the Field. At first I nearly mistake her for the creature that had frightened Naira so, but she is smaller and definitely not a stallion. Since I see no one else with her I approach, careful to move slowly. I’ve been told I’m rather imposing and I believe it; spiraling horns, impressive height and a brightly colored hide make it hard for me to be missed in a crowd. “Hello,” I say with a friendly smile, settling a comfortable distance away from her – not too close that she’s pressured, but near enough for ease of conversation. It had taken me a while to adjust to the differences between recruiting for a kingdom and finding mare for a herd. For the Desert, a willingness to serve and remain loyal are necessary, and the ability to fight and speak properly are always desirable. For a herd mare I need only one that is willing to live with me (and I’ve heard some stallions don’t even bother with the willingness part), and all other attributes are only cosmetic. Someone that gets along with others, I’ve learned, and who is not bothered that I cannot devote myself entirely to them alone. I serve the Desert still, and while I do split my time between the kingdom and my herd, that split time is for her herd and not a single mare in it. I’m fond of them all, of course, but each day spent as a herd stallion makes the concept of the monogamous love between my parents more and more unfathomable. “I’m Kreios,” I add, “from Orange Country. What’s your name?”