01-10-2016, 03:09 AM
Luckily he does not have long to wait for his question to be answered. The massive stallion beneath the tree steps forward, addressing many of the gathered horses individually, finally ending with the strange clawed stallion that Szeth had noticed before.
He can’t help but start when the black mentions the clawed stallion’s name. Kreios.
His father.
As the black stallion turns to address all of them, Szeth’s eyes remain fastened on Kreios’ face, transfixed by the stallion that he knows so little about. He still listens to Vanquish’s words though, and his eyes leave Kreios only when the black stallion mentions his relation to all of the horses present.
These horses, all of these horses here, are apparently his family. It’s odd for him to think about and the enormity of it doesn’t truly sink in. For all his life, Szeth’s family has consisted of his mother Syl, his little sister Hidatsa, and his father Skullu. Well, his adoptive father. It’s hard for him to imagine a connection to so many other horses, let alone so many … unnatural ones.
When Vanquish makes his offer, Szeth gives him a quick nod and a quiet, “thank you, but I need nothing from you,” before finally getting the guts to step up and face the stallion responsible for his conception. “Hello Kreios.” He can see … some … similarities, now that they’re face to face. The size, the spots … thank god he missed out on those claws. “My name is Szeth. I’m your son.”
He can’t help but start when the black mentions the clawed stallion’s name. Kreios.
His father.
As the black stallion turns to address all of them, Szeth’s eyes remain fastened on Kreios’ face, transfixed by the stallion that he knows so little about. He still listens to Vanquish’s words though, and his eyes leave Kreios only when the black stallion mentions his relation to all of the horses present.
These horses, all of these horses here, are apparently his family. It’s odd for him to think about and the enormity of it doesn’t truly sink in. For all his life, Szeth’s family has consisted of his mother Syl, his little sister Hidatsa, and his father Skullu. Well, his adoptive father. It’s hard for him to imagine a connection to so many other horses, let alone so many … unnatural ones.
When Vanquish makes his offer, Szeth gives him a quick nod and a quiet, “thank you, but I need nothing from you,” before finally getting the guts to step up and face the stallion responsible for his conception. “Hello Kreios.” He can see … some … similarities, now that they’re face to face. The size, the spots … thank god he missed out on those claws. “My name is Szeth. I’m your son.”