.Leave nothing but hoofprints.

[Belgarath]

Oh, it appears that one of the other stallions has ice picks on his hooves, and is able to keep his balance incredibly well on such a slick and dangerous surface. Bravo! Good sir, Bravo! How he is able to navigate it so quickly must be some sort of miracle - and to be able to to withstand the fear? Why, demon is no word for this gray stallion! No, he must be some sort of angel instead. To overcome such fear of death? There must be a hero’s heart in there somewhere.

The thing about heroes is that they are usually only mortal. A quick icicle impalement can fix that little mortality problem. If you ask nicely enough, I’m sure Belgarath would be happy to oblige.

He is right about his party tricks, though. Invisibility is pretty cool- here and then there and then gone. However, I think the stallion forgets how much a horse weighs, and the sound that hooves make on a hard, ice-covered surface. It’s easy enough to hear a creature that large walking through the grass. After the lighter gray snaps and disappears, the clip -clop of his invisible movement gives away his position, and though Nier may not take the opportunity to attack Bel, he won’t be so lackadaisical. If he’s going to make an enemy, he might as well make a fucking enemy the right way. Bel turns his head to the side Nier is approaching, just enough to see where to aim when and if he reappears. When he does, he jerks his head towards the face of the other stallion, teeth bared in an attempt to grab something - the tip of his nose, or his lips, or even graze the bridge of his face. That would probably hurt his own teeth, but, eh, it’s the effort to injure that counts.

The mare screeches her protests, and Bel snickers. She may be full of defiance now, but he can break her of that. Just like training a puppy not to piss in the house. “On the contrary. Unless someone else can take you, you’re mine. You belong to Belgarath.”

Don’t worry, pet. You’ll have some friends to share in your torment soon. Hopefully.

Bel isn’t nice. He doesn’t play fair, and he never will. And while he used to engage in banter with others, he really just finds this stallion tiresome. So when he kicks at the ice cage, Bel commands more ice shards to grow sideways from the cage, creating a horizontal barrier as well. Go on, try to get closer. The shards were unevenly spaced, and poking out at nonuniform angles, but do you really want to try and test his aim some more?

The more ice present, the more fear present. They’d have to take out Bel to get rid of it all. They’d have to cross ice and master their own dread of death. But hey, Belgarath loves a challenge.

“I do believe we’re done here. Gentlemen… if you’ll excuse me, I need to whisk my prize off to somewhere secure.”


BELGARATH
No mercy to what we are doing, no thought to what we have done
No need to feel the sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one