05-24-2015, 07:49 PM
He’s been gone for far too long.
The iron stallion stands at the edge of the field, metal eyes surveying the mares and stallions that populate the field. It’s all a little pathetic. They flit about, whoring themselves out in order to find a place to call ‘home.’ The kingdom recruiters are equally sad - promising everything and nothing in order to add a few more points to their name, and help them climb the ranks in their kingdom. There’s so little loyalty these days.
He snorts in disgust and steps forward, flat eyes scanning for anyone to approach. He had considered returning to the Valley originally. It had been his birthplace after all. But the kingdom has clearly fallen far since Elite’s days of glory. Elite had made the Valley a place of power - all of the other kingdom’s had feared it and, in the end, fought against it. In Elite’s days they had had a God. Now they have nothing but a pint-sized magician.
No, he will not return to live in the Valley. Not under Eight’s rule, anyhow. Instead he will carve out his own little kingdom, his own little herd land. But first he needs mares.
He would prefer mythicals of course - the purest blood is always best. But Beqanna’s blood has become watered down these days, and the unworthy are everywhere. So he will need to make do.
He suddenly spots a pretty young mare, lying in the shade of a large, old tree. Except for an unusually light coat, she is unremarkable. She will make a good place to start.
Plastering a friendly smile on his face (he always could turn on the charm when he so chose), he trots up to her, and stops a respectful distance away. “Hello there! I’m Khaos! Are you by any chance looking for a home?”
The iron stallion stands at the edge of the field, metal eyes surveying the mares and stallions that populate the field. It’s all a little pathetic. They flit about, whoring themselves out in order to find a place to call ‘home.’ The kingdom recruiters are equally sad - promising everything and nothing in order to add a few more points to their name, and help them climb the ranks in their kingdom. There’s so little loyalty these days.
He snorts in disgust and steps forward, flat eyes scanning for anyone to approach. He had considered returning to the Valley originally. It had been his birthplace after all. But the kingdom has clearly fallen far since Elite’s days of glory. Elite had made the Valley a place of power - all of the other kingdom’s had feared it and, in the end, fought against it. In Elite’s days they had had a God. Now they have nothing but a pint-sized magician.
No, he will not return to live in the Valley. Not under Eight’s rule, anyhow. Instead he will carve out his own little kingdom, his own little herd land. But first he needs mares.
He would prefer mythicals of course - the purest blood is always best. But Beqanna’s blood has become watered down these days, and the unworthy are everywhere. So he will need to make do.
He suddenly spots a pretty young mare, lying in the shade of a large, old tree. Except for an unusually light coat, she is unremarkable. She will make a good place to start.
Plastering a friendly smile on his face (he always could turn on the charm when he so chose), he trots up to her, and stops a respectful distance away. “Hello there! I’m Khaos! Are you by any chance looking for a home?”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
Reference here
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Fair warning, Khaos is turning on the charm now, but he's not a nice guy. xD