— I'll break you a hundred different ways —
It was rare that even the basest need of sexual hunger struck him. He has lived countless years, and only sired one child; that he knew of. But something about Wonder stirred to life everything he tried to keep buried, and even though he has traced nearly every curve of her wound-laced body, something kept him from making her completely his. When he could feel his control slipping, when he could no longer shake away the increasing thoughts of what her bone-armored body would feel like beneath his, he found a substitute.
He never bothered to learn her name.
But when he was walking through the depths of Tephra – skeletal and plain, with the light of the moon glinting off the animated bones that somehow still carry him – he cannot mistake her face, even as it lay dead and expressionless on the ground. There is nothing to be found on his own face, of course – just the harsh, unforgiving angles of his bones and empty sockets – but even without the ability to show it, he felt virtually nothing. He had no attachment to her, and the only thing that stirred at all was the fact that she had clearly birthed a child that was nowhere to be found. He stares at her for a moment longer, silent and unmoving, before slowly continuing on his way. A pity, but not his problem.
It is a good distance away that he finds him, still damp and covered in the blood of birth. Even though he doesn’t want to, he puts the pieces together. The boy had the same green as the corpse he had just left behind, and what are the odds of finding a dead mare and a wandering newborn so close to each other. But the faces...that wasn’t quite right. It is impossible to see, but the scrutinizing way in which he is looking at the child is clearly him trying to find a way to reason that this abnormality was most certainly not his. There was the possibility that the mare had been with another besides him; there was nothing about this boy that looked like him at all.
And so, much like with the mother, the skeleton stallion begins to walk away.
— and I'll make you remember my face —
@[Choke]