± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
His charred exterior of hardened rock buckles, shifting as he stands eyeing the, for all purposes, trespasser. It’s not every day that someone just waltzes right in, heeding the invisible Kingdom lines like they are mere threads of delicate spider web. If the paint had any sense at all he would have chosen another route, else not stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of approaching eyes. As it were, Killdare was becoming more and more under the impression that this particular stallion really had no sense at all. How is it that they always find their way here hmmmm? Creatures of darkness and twisted minds, brains addled to the point of nonsense or otherwise. She always called to them, embraced them and alas, he too usually had to end up embracing their oddities as well.
Without further adieu a unicorn breaches the tree line, slinking her way over to the make shift trial Killdare had unceremoniously set up. She smelled of ash and pine well enough to give him a small inkling that she someone belonged here but he can’t say he had once ran into her, he would have remembered. Chatter commences and a smug smile filters its way across his rocky mouth, “On the contrary, as you can see our guest has yet to be harmed.” Thick bursts of blackened smoke rise from his lungs in a snort as he continues, “In the mean time I intend to know his business here, unless of course this is some invitation you yourself have extended?” He would shake his head at some of the ruffians that his Kingdom mates saw fit to drag to their borders. Birds of a feather and all that jazz…
Before the questioning can continue another Chamberling sees fit to crawl from the tree cover. A soldier riddled with the smell of dog, though his vibrant coat would lead to no inkling of it otherwise. Ah yes, a welcoming committee, how proper.
“Lupei, I see you’ve faired the winter well. This is your solicitation then?” Burning eyes turning to the minty colored man, some recruit he had here, the least they could all do is teach the bastards some common decency. Once again he turns to the inkblot of a male that stands surrounded in what seems quite the hostile manner. “Has the world gone to shit then? WE respect borders around here, whether you hold cause with the Falls or not you reek of them.” Another snort to punctuate the statement, this time rising glowing embers from the depths of his chest to float precariously through the air.
“If you plan on staying you’ll do well to practice tact and courtesy, I don’t care if you visit the damn Amazons, you will pay them proper respect.” He meant that for them all, though his molten eyes never left the visitor, absurd as he looked grinning.
Finally, he reclaimed the lava that pooled around the maniacal client, leaving a sooty circle in its wake. “You can address me as Killdare, not yo, and what is it you’re called?”
Without further adieu a unicorn breaches the tree line, slinking her way over to the make shift trial Killdare had unceremoniously set up. She smelled of ash and pine well enough to give him a small inkling that she someone belonged here but he can’t say he had once ran into her, he would have remembered. Chatter commences and a smug smile filters its way across his rocky mouth, “On the contrary, as you can see our guest has yet to be harmed.” Thick bursts of blackened smoke rise from his lungs in a snort as he continues, “In the mean time I intend to know his business here, unless of course this is some invitation you yourself have extended?” He would shake his head at some of the ruffians that his Kingdom mates saw fit to drag to their borders. Birds of a feather and all that jazz…
Before the questioning can continue another Chamberling sees fit to crawl from the tree cover. A soldier riddled with the smell of dog, though his vibrant coat would lead to no inkling of it otherwise. Ah yes, a welcoming committee, how proper.
“Lupei, I see you’ve faired the winter well. This is your solicitation then?” Burning eyes turning to the minty colored man, some recruit he had here, the least they could all do is teach the bastards some common decency. Once again he turns to the inkblot of a male that stands surrounded in what seems quite the hostile manner. “Has the world gone to shit then? WE respect borders around here, whether you hold cause with the Falls or not you reek of them.” Another snort to punctuate the statement, this time rising glowing embers from the depths of his chest to float precariously through the air.
“If you plan on staying you’ll do well to practice tact and courtesy, I don’t care if you visit the damn Amazons, you will pay them proper respect.” He meant that for them all, though his molten eyes never left the visitor, absurd as he looked grinning.
Finally, he reclaimed the lava that pooled around the maniacal client, leaving a sooty circle in its wake. “You can address me as Killdare, not yo, and what is it you’re called?”
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
not that the Falls are terrible he just as this thing about the way stuff smells xD