i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
Warship isn't regretful for the things he has done. He has spilt blood and broken bones, led war bands against enemy kingdoms and bled them dry. He has not an ounce of shame for doing those things. His kingdom asked, and so he did it. But the things he hasn't done...those things eat him alive.
Truth be told he wasn't a great father. More than once he has found solace between a pair of nameless hips, whispering sweet nothings before slipping back into the dark and leaving them to raise the child. Never forceful, but he could be charming when the mood suited him. Several of his children have known him, but to know him and love him are two different things. He raised his children how he himself was raised, never knowing better to do better. For the most part, his children were created because of his own selfishness or to fill a need in his kingdom. Other than Vaughan and Smother, the only two created out of love.
Golden hide meets black, and he takes the blow with an easy grunt. He is sure they make quite a picture, these dinosaurs of a forgotten era. One gold, one black, both carrying the weight of a lifetime on their shoulders. He listens to Kavi speak of his children, and for a moment he feels envy bloom in his chest. A sigh leaves his mouth as his gaze wanders again. "I was never what you would call close to any of my children. I knew them, but I didn't raise them." he grumbles, idly scraping a hoof across the ground. "I'd like to try to change that with the twins though, Wisky and Nadja. They are wandering around here somewhere." He means that. He isn't one to dwell in the past, but he refuses to not learn from it, either.
As the conversation wanders on he cocks a hip, settling into the easiness of it. Its been too long since he's felt like this; maybe never if he's honest with himself. Kavis laugh breaks the quiet, and even the birds take to the sky in indignation. The same warm noise begins to bubble from Warships throat, and before he can stop it, he is lost to it. Their collective amusement fills the empty space around them. "If we had an Old Farts Council and Straia The Princess Brat, we could shake up this whole realm, not just this kingdom. Carnage himself would be hard pressed to match our collective wisdom." he says through the laughter. "I cast my vote for you as President, and I'll be Vice President. Forgive me, but your grays make you look wiser than me. he finishes with a smirk.
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Ooc- BQ better watch out, the geriatrics are mobilizing lmao. They are literally my favorite thing right now <3