hell is empty and all the devils are here; branka

[Khaos]

It’s been some time now since he last offered Branka refuge in his herd, and he finds himself wondering where the little buckskin mare has disappeared off to. It’s well past the birthing season, so their little child - son, so she claimed - should be well into the world, and growing.

He wonders what the boy (he really does hope it is a boy) is like. Strong he hopes. And traited, like his father. Now that would be something.

Of course, he knows that the boy is more likely to disappoint him. It was his grandmother’s curse - so many disappointing, un-traited, boring, normal children. His mother so far has not had this luck … but he has a feeling his offspring will not follow in his sibling’s footsteps. But he can’t help but hope.

He stalks through the grassy hills, iron eyes scanning for any sign of the little mare. But he finds nothing.

Feeling frustrated, he plants himself on top of the tiny cliff that overlooks his territory, and lets out a loud call for the mare. Perhaps she has just been hiding in the caves, in order to give the child a sheltered place in which to spend his first few months. Hopefully she will be able to hear. He wants to meet his son.

K H A O S

iron son of carnage and oswyn

hell is empty and all the devils are here

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@[Branka]

If you still want her here, I figured this might be an easier way of getting it going. If not, no worries!