07-03-2015, 02:46 AM
Finally, after much waiting, she comes.
The mare appears on the beach with a rustling of foliage, and Khaos’ iron eyes immediately latch on to the black colt at her heels. He is disappointed at first glance - there is no telltale glint of iron in the boy’s coat. He had been rather hoping for a boy to carry his talent. But he withholds his judgement. He is well aware that there are many traits that do not present themselves physically - his mother and grandmother being excellent examples. He is pleased though that Branka had at least been correct in her guesses at the child’s gender. He at least has a son. All the better for carrying on his blood.
His eyes travel to Branka, noting that the mare seems rather worn. She’s clearly been through something recently, though whatever it was has not removed her pride completely. “That you have. And I am pleased to see that you were correct.” He takes a step forward, aware that this is the boy’s first time seeing his father. And Khaos wishes to make an impression. “Come boy, step forward. Let me see you.” He towers over mare and child both, heading leaning down towards the child. “What is your name?” Hopefully, there is more to this boy than meets the eye. He’s already had several disappointing children - he does not want this one to be yet another.
The mare appears on the beach with a rustling of foliage, and Khaos’ iron eyes immediately latch on to the black colt at her heels. He is disappointed at first glance - there is no telltale glint of iron in the boy’s coat. He had been rather hoping for a boy to carry his talent. But he withholds his judgement. He is well aware that there are many traits that do not present themselves physically - his mother and grandmother being excellent examples. He is pleased though that Branka had at least been correct in her guesses at the child’s gender. He at least has a son. All the better for carrying on his blood.
His eyes travel to Branka, noting that the mare seems rather worn. She’s clearly been through something recently, though whatever it was has not removed her pride completely. “That you have. And I am pleased to see that you were correct.” He takes a step forward, aware that this is the boy’s first time seeing his father. And Khaos wishes to make an impression. “Come boy, step forward. Let me see you.” He towers over mare and child both, heading leaning down towards the child. “What is your name?” Hopefully, there is more to this boy than meets the eye. He’s already had several disappointing children - he does not want this one to be yet another.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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