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[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash “I can’t ever get them to swim up to me,” I say to the mare standing in the water, gesturing to the bright fish that swim around her legs. “I think the claws remind them a bit too much of a cat.” I wiggle my toes as I say it, the claws easily visible, and clearly a likely threat to the defenseless little fish. I’d been dozing behind a nearby rockspur, but the sound of rippling water had woken me. I had emerged to see a buckskin mare who I recognize, but do not know. She lives here, with Texas and Ygritte, and is probably the only one. I have been hiding away, both in the woods and near the waterfall, and only recently have chosen to emerge; I doubt she will recognize me. “I’m Kreios,” I say, stepping down from the rock I stood on with a feline grace that seems odd on my large, emaciated body, “How long have you lived here? You seem to know your way around.”