All things considered, his offspring aren’t too awful. He sees himself in them (good) but he sees their mothers in them (bad). He keeps his mind focused on the pieces of them that remind him of himself, but often he comes across something unnaturally neither himself or their mother – something that is crafted entirely of their own being. He’s surprised, frequently, given the fact he doesn’t have very much experience with children.
His first daughter with the gold-eyed warrior is a daughter he’s never met before. Of the mares he’s impregnated, he’s only met one. She’s a rather unremarkable child, in terms of appearance and traits – no sandstorm or illusions or even bad things to speak of, a coat that remains silvery bay with natural brown eyes. Compared to her sire (sandstorms and illusions and half blind and half deaf and eyes swirled in the colors of bruises and graying silver bay with striped white in random patches and lanky legs and swinging, loping gaits) she is natural to the point of being unnatural alongside him. But her personality is similar to his – a love for explosive things, a desire to see chaos ensue, a craving for the destruction of power.
It is mostly because of her personality that he tolerates her.
However, he has no idea how old she is now. He’d been causing trouble and toying with time when in a flash of a second weeks flew past him. He’d ended up in the meadow by some wonder and after spending a day there to regain feeling and figuring out what happened he makes his way back to the Valley. Sliding into the kingdom’s borders, he relaxes easily back into the shadowy landscape of his home. He doesn’t announce his presence loudly nor does he go seeking out company. Instead he makes his way toward the center of the kingdom with silent, loping steps.
Lokii
the tricky god of chaos