What appears was somewhat off putting. Not in the way it looked but in the way it rambled with such chipperness and without pause, until it too realized it is chattering away. The illusionist simply stares, unblinking at the pale creature that has come to stand before me.
My blood tear-stained face tipped as I studied the way Margot smiled. It seemed almost fake but deep down a feeling gnaws at me that it is quite real. I had come here to find life so I cannot complain in my discovery of it, so I say nonchalantly, "I am Kreed, keeper of the Chamber." My silver eyes turned from the porcelain mare and to the land she says she is guardian of. "It is a fine land Pangea. One my own kind has called home," I say as my silver gaze fell upon her once again, "My grandfather Pollock once ruled here." I had only heard the stories since my own birth was long past those times.
"I visited once some time ago but found it to be deserted. Only recently was I made aware others resided here," my mind thinks to the festering creature that had found its way to my eternal flame. He had been looking for something and I wondered just now if he had found it.
I shift my body slightly to redistribute the weight of it across my legs, the crown of horn upon my head tilting and shifting my view. There is a curious rock formation in the distance, unlike the others that are dotted across the landscape. I stare, long enough for the other to notice I am deliberating over what it could be. But I do not ask as it wasn't my place to meddle in such affairs.
Kreed
Crown of Bone and Thorn