hell is empty and all the devils are here; branka

[Khaos]

The moment the boy steps into the light, Khaos knows that something is different about him. There’s a way that the dark coat catches the light - it’s almost … dull. Matte. Unnatural. He smells odd too, not entirely like a horse. He leans in over the boy, peering in close at his coat. There’s something off about it that he can’t quite figure out. Then, uncaring of any potential discomfort on the boy’s part, touches him.

Excitement floods him immediately. The boy is made of something hard.

He hasn’t inherited his father’s iron, but clearly he’s inherited something of his unusual nature. Finally. FINALLY. He has a traited child.

He’s so distracted he almost misses the boy’s name, but he just manages to catch it. “Fraktyr.” He leans away finally, taking in all of the boy at once. Finally he has a special child to carry on his name. It’s unfortunate that he did not inherit the iron body, but this other substance that he’s made of will do just find. “Well aren’t you a unique boy.”

Unfortunately the child seems skittish - something he will have to work on. He doesn’t want any special children of his to be weaklings - especially not a son such as this. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” His eyes briefly turn to look at Branka. “I must commend you. You have given me a very special son.” Something that, so far, no other mare has been able to do.

His interest is all for Fraktyr however, and his eyes return to the dark boy. “So, Fraktyr. Tell me about yourself.”

K H A O S

iron son of carnage and oswyn

hell is empty and all the devils are here

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