02-18-2026, 01:12 PM
KRIEG
Krieg could probably get behind being afraid of ladybugs. They smell and they're everywhere and they STICK to everything. Perhaps fear isn't the correct word, but irritation would fit. Penguins and Carnage, no, no she wouldn't be able to agree on that.
Again. Krieg is obsessed with Carnage. Unhealthy. Mental institution level of obsessed, really.
She frowned a bit when he mentions he does not have brute strength. It wasn't surprising, not in the least. Krieg didn't imagine a singing, prancing, pink stallion was overly tough but surely he could be useful somehow. "Ah yes I didn't assume you were battle born..." She replied watching him curiously and giving his pink and white coat another thorough once over. Sure enough, she didn't see a singular scar. Krieg sighed, tossing her green head in the air to look to the sky. She would figure something out.
Layland states that the Valley is gone. Gone somewhere. Krieg frowned and stiffened. The Valley COULDN'T be gone. Impossible. The greatest kingdom in Beqanna couldn't have just vanished. AND THEN Layland calls it a scary place?! She reeled a bit at that. "Scary?" Her mouth hung slightly agape as she tried to gather her thoughts, attempting to decide if it was an insult or a compliment. Obviously some had called it scary at one point when they were sacrificing left and right into a big ol pit in the ground, but it wasn't scary to Krieg. It was HOME.
Before she could come to a conclusion whether it was a compliment or an insult, Layland was onto the next bright idea. She whipped her head to look at the direction he had indicated. Simple pines stood tall against the sky. "Kriegland." She repeated with a small laugh. It was nothing special, but it could definitely be a start. "I mean, there's nobody else around doing anything productive. It could be a start." She nodded and turned, ambling towards the thicket of pines while thoughts tried to culminate a plan in her scheming head. "Yes, this could definitely be a start."
Krieg bumped her hip against the bristles of a pine tree and turned back towards Layland "I will not be doing any singing." Her eyes traveled up the pine trees towards the blue sky and then back to the pink and white creature. She lowered her nose and carefully picked up a small, mangled pine branch - more like a stick with a couple of needles, stepped towards Layland and stuck it "carefully" in his mane. "King Layland!" She shouted and gave a snort as she pawed at the ground.
Again. Krieg is obsessed with Carnage. Unhealthy. Mental institution level of obsessed, really.
She frowned a bit when he mentions he does not have brute strength. It wasn't surprising, not in the least. Krieg didn't imagine a singing, prancing, pink stallion was overly tough but surely he could be useful somehow. "Ah yes I didn't assume you were battle born..." She replied watching him curiously and giving his pink and white coat another thorough once over. Sure enough, she didn't see a singular scar. Krieg sighed, tossing her green head in the air to look to the sky. She would figure something out.
Layland states that the Valley is gone. Gone somewhere. Krieg frowned and stiffened. The Valley COULDN'T be gone. Impossible. The greatest kingdom in Beqanna couldn't have just vanished. AND THEN Layland calls it a scary place?! She reeled a bit at that. "Scary?" Her mouth hung slightly agape as she tried to gather her thoughts, attempting to decide if it was an insult or a compliment. Obviously some had called it scary at one point when they were sacrificing left and right into a big ol pit in the ground, but it wasn't scary to Krieg. It was HOME.
Before she could come to a conclusion whether it was a compliment or an insult, Layland was onto the next bright idea. She whipped her head to look at the direction he had indicated. Simple pines stood tall against the sky. "Kriegland." She repeated with a small laugh. It was nothing special, but it could definitely be a start. "I mean, there's nobody else around doing anything productive. It could be a start." She nodded and turned, ambling towards the thicket of pines while thoughts tried to culminate a plan in her scheming head. "Yes, this could definitely be a start."
Krieg bumped her hip against the bristles of a pine tree and turned back towards Layland "I will not be doing any singing." Her eyes traveled up the pine trees towards the blue sky and then back to the pink and white creature. She lowered her nose and carefully picked up a small, mangled pine branch - more like a stick with a couple of needles, stepped towards Layland and stuck it "carefully" in his mane. "King Layland!" She shouted and gave a snort as she pawed at the ground.
BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE
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