03-19-2017, 07:07 PM
Kirin
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
Spring was an utter pain the ass, the flies were proving that single handedly. They took a liking to biting him in the tender meat there and buzzing annoyingly around his ears. Maybe if he were not so sweet they would leave him alone, maybe, but he wouldn't be able to find out now would he?
His little nook in the forest was even more irritating. Too small, too dark, the creek to the east was hardly waterfront property. Yet he was camped out in the security of it, it did what thick leaves will do for seclusion. Kept out the prying eyes and kept in the keepers, he had been selectively weeding it in that aspect. Potion was proving herself an ever useful and obedient child. While she had developed a certain mild softness he did not care for, she did what she was told and she did it with a practiced and skilled hand.
It started with the three foals she claimed from a dozing, color changing mare. They were delightfully colored, sleek, dark and they had begun to practically worship his daughter. At least the female had, the ringleader if you will. Then there were another three, more little dark things but they had inherited the family pigment and Kirke didn’t need so many now did she? Girls must be taught lessons sometimes and Kirke had shamed him by denouncing the Cove. He once held high hopes for his flashy winged daughter and that had all been tossed down the garbage shoot. Too much free will, too much like her Mother should have been. Were she a smart mare.
A perfectly pouty, lavender lip curled into a sneer at the thought. He would do better this time, only the best, only the powerful, only the obedient. There were standards to be upheld, he had a vision.
He had never played by the rules at games either.
Kirin noticed the military march into his little abode, the golden haired girl always at the forefront. Now something told him she was a girl he could expect to play. ”Are we going somewhere?” Melting from the treeline, wings outstretched he smiled a cruel smile. It was too wide and too eager, there was obviously something behind such a display and no doubt these three would soon find out what it was.
His little nook in the forest was even more irritating. Too small, too dark, the creek to the east was hardly waterfront property. Yet he was camped out in the security of it, it did what thick leaves will do for seclusion. Kept out the prying eyes and kept in the keepers, he had been selectively weeding it in that aspect. Potion was proving herself an ever useful and obedient child. While she had developed a certain mild softness he did not care for, she did what she was told and she did it with a practiced and skilled hand.
It started with the three foals she claimed from a dozing, color changing mare. They were delightfully colored, sleek, dark and they had begun to practically worship his daughter. At least the female had, the ringleader if you will. Then there were another three, more little dark things but they had inherited the family pigment and Kirke didn’t need so many now did she? Girls must be taught lessons sometimes and Kirke had shamed him by denouncing the Cove. He once held high hopes for his flashy winged daughter and that had all been tossed down the garbage shoot. Too much free will, too much like her Mother should have been. Were she a smart mare.
A perfectly pouty, lavender lip curled into a sneer at the thought. He would do better this time, only the best, only the powerful, only the obedient. There were standards to be upheld, he had a vision.
He had never played by the rules at games either.
Kirin noticed the military march into his little abode, the golden haired girl always at the forefront. Now something told him she was a girl he could expect to play. ”Are we going somewhere?” Melting from the treeline, wings outstretched he smiled a cruel smile. It was too wide and too eager, there was obviously something behind such a display and no doubt these three would soon find out what it was.
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