lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He’d seen the twins, at least. Little Hellbane and Mortal, though he’s not sure little is the appropriate term for them. They were both thick things, taking after their father. It almost makes him wonder how they fit inside of his sister … but those thoughts don’t sit easily in his mind. Dacia seems happy enough anyways now that she’s procured exactly what she’s wanted for so long now. He supposes he’ll have to talk to Killdare now that they’re technically related. Small world.
The stallion takes his time in journeying to the Dale. He’s never seen it before but that’s because he’s never had an inclination to visit. What was out there but empty hills and a few horses? The Dale was neutral territory, nothing of concern or interest for him until this point. He’d challenged the silver mare because they’d been equally matched as far as traits go, but she’d narrowly come out with a victory. He’d been easy on her. Now here he was, coming to a rest at the borders of their kingdom to meet with her on rather friendly terms.
Or so he thought.
What Lupei doesn’t know is that this place is as much a part of him as any other, perhaps even more so. The heart he’d taken was tied to this land, to its rulers, to its history and future. The blood of his enemy still called this place home and breathed for revenge. For the first time in his life, Lupei is the lamb in the wolves den.
ooc: dis is crap. I'm sorry