09-05-2016, 01:39 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
The beast is not accustomed to such displays of affection that the two males before him perform. Carnal pleasures were his forte. That is where his “affection” for another being began and ended. Now the Valley, she was a different thing altogether. But one does not show affection for the land as they do to another horse, and so these displays of love are quite foreign to him. He watches them with interest.
The one named Sahm notes that they needed to heal as well. This is something that had not crossed the monster’s mind. Sure, he had noticed that the Valley’s currently deposed ruler was now silent and he knew that some had lost sight, or other such basic abilities. He also was keenly aware of his own lack of power and the fact that magicians were now simple creatures once more. But rebuilding his mistress was his priority. He could work towards rebuilding himself once that had been accomplished.
He was focused.
He watches as the sole female among them has her revelation and turns to the mountain. His own gaze falls on the geological oddity with disdain. His ears perk to hear her words that she mutters, almost to herself. He understands the feeling. It was calling to all of them, but when one was on its slopes it pushed everyone away. It was indiscriminate.
So when the pregnant stallion asks about the cruelty of the fairy, all Gunsynd can do is laugh. A deep, sour sound that stank of enmity. He would play the fairy’s games because he had no choice. But if the imp believed for a second that it would bring devotion she was sorely mistaken. Gunsynd was carefully tending to the growing hatred inside himself. It would bear fruits one day…
He addresses the males first after hearing the female’s final question. “It would seem to me the fairy is a petty god, bent on receiving gratitude for the powers that she has stolen from us by pretending they were not rightfully ours in the first place.” He cannot help the venom in his voice. Unlike Sahm, Gunsynd was not trying to protect anyone from what he saw as harsh realities. Then his eyes turn to Epithet. “I can offer you no guidance. I only have my own plan, and that is to rebuild my home. Once that is accomplished, I plan to focus my efforts on regaining my power and the power of those who have helped in my primary cause. For what is the use of power without reason?”
He watches them to see their responses before adding “If you are so inclined, you can work with me, and I will do everything I can to ensure we regain what is rightfully ours. Old distinctions are gone, we must work together to face the mountain.”
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