Insane theater (birthing) - any.

[Killdare]

no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

The burst of air passes the babe, and the colt only breathes deep his musk. scenting the rush of air much like Killdare would do himself, taking it in for what it was worth. The lord watches him almost curiously as the child takes the scent, as if it is a gift, and tucks himself back into his Dam. Fumbling momentarily against his shortcomings before melting into her shoulder and side once more.

His ears twist against his coarse black forelock, noticing the growing boldness and inquisitiveness of the twilight colored filly. His glassy eyes find a place on the girl, her head curving around her mother’s side. Already she has an explanation on her lips and he waits, listens, eyes almost hard as he takes in the information though he does not feel cross on the matter. it is only that his features betray him as he retains the information, the cause of the child’s appearance- which is in whole, unknown.

Still, he can’t fault them, any of them, for something that is so out of their control. Surely, someway, somehow the boy could serve the Chamber still, could be useful. Isn’t that what children were good for? Wasn’t that their purpose?  To carry on their parents legacy, to make their family proud, bring honor to their names?

He’s not certain this particular mare would quite agree with his way of thinking. Her passive demeanor towards her female child speaks well to him, though he doesn’t boast to be good with young girls. Usually they were far too clingy for his liking but he had been trying with Raelle, that,he could say with certainty.

Even the grown ones cause him a level of discomfort from time to time, as this red was doing now. A forward progression of herself, her progeny, all with eyes on him. The study of the scaled appendages that emerged from his backside made him feel like a spectacle. “Nothing as glorious as you have in mind, I can be sure. I’ve served, remained loyal to the Chamber, to those who took me in.” He can remember vividly that day, Straia had in a sense tucked him under her wing(though then she had no trace of raven feathers), and took him for her own. For the Chamber.

All he had done was serve. Even now he continues to do the same.

"What should We expect from you, from yours?" It is evident that by We he does not mean he stands alone. That by We he means, he and the Chamber.

KILLDARE

this is my kingdom come

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber