whose afraid... // Weed, Kushiel, Erebor, Cellar

[Kushiel]

Kushiel knew that one of these days he would have to earn his keep. He didn’t, however, expect the slow, lazy smile that wiggled to his face.

My, this could be fun.

It wasn’t that Kushiel liked destruction for destruction's sake, but he did like the fire. And, he did like watching people squirm. The Gates had grown quiet, lazy. It was high time someone lit a fire beneath them. The gray stallion answered Gryffen’s summons in high spirits, none of his usual lethargy and amusing, whinny quips.

“Aye lieutenant. I assuming that I shall raze and you shall pillage?” Well, perhaps there was one or two amusing quips. You had to have fun with it. One thing was for certain, Kushiel would need fire, lots of fire.