I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Fate has a bad habit of tempting one with redemption that will never come. Ashhal once believed he might be worthy of it, but that had died a long time ago. A pity, really. If it hadn’t he might have found his redemption already in the only creature who had ever bothered to try with him. Not that she’d tried all that hard, but still, it was more than anyone else ever had. But he had been too far beyond it, and in the end she had proven she hadn’t truly cared all that much.
What a fucking life lesson at his age.
Ashhal eyes Tarian quietly, still trying to figure out why the other stallion felt he needed him in particular for this visit. Even if it did devolve into a brawl, were two of them enough against an entire territory? Not that he’s overly concerned about it himself. After all, he would come back if he died. He’s less certain Tarian would though.
He snorts derisively at the other stallion’s sarcasm. No one had accused him of being pretty for a very long time (though he supposes mares must find him handsome enough, given the amount of that sort of sport he still gets). When Tarian turns to go, Ashhal just watches him with a flat gaze. At least, until he tosses the admonishment over his shoulder as he leaves.
“Yeah, we’ll fucking see.”
@[Tarian]