There are times that he misses his brothers.
Despite being so solemn and serious, he misses Tarian's decisiveness. His oldest brother had a way of making up his mind and following through that he has always admired. Kildare, as the youngest son, has tried to emulate his sire, his brothers Tarian and Liam, has tried to figure out where it was he fit in. Tarian was the groomed heir, the eventual successor to their Legacy lineage. Liam, as the second son, was intended to be whatever Tarian and his family needed - advisor, general, soldier. But Liam, like Tarian in his ability to make up his mind, knew that he wanted no part of that.
He wanted open skies.
While his father and family sorted out their places and differences, what it was they wanted, it gave Kildare time to reflect and make decisions of his own. The young stallion might have spent too much time with his Glam and her stories about the world outside Beyond could be responsible for the reason he stands here now. All Kildare knew that as he grew older, he would never be able to fit into the tight mold that his father had cast for his sons. He would never be a Guardian or 'typical' Legacy. Abbandon's dark blood might have tainted it, casting shadows where before there had only been light. The black stallion has spent his youth growing up with these doubts lurking in his veins and he wonders if the words his mother, Kalina, had whispered into ears as a youth painted his blood with darkness.
If it did, better to find that out here than failing his father. Let Tarian carry all their hopes and aspirations into the future. Let him fade into the obscurity of it and make his way here.
Beneath the canopy of trees, a silver fox darts through the undergrowth. He's never cared for the things - he remembers the ducklings and the goslings that had fallen victim to their own resident fox in Culloden. Kildare thinks to just leave the creature alone and venture his journey on. There are still so many places for him to see. But the creature hangs in his peripheral vision and Broch's voice speaks from the past, 'He's ah wiley thing. Have to have yer wits about ye when he's around, ye hear?' The colt in Kildare longs for retribution for the patrols he was never included in, for the geese and ducklings he had never been given a chance to protect.
The fox lowers his head to the ground and Kildare can feel his ears pull back, pinning to his head. This is for you Broch, he thinks and lowers his head to the ground, snaking his head forward as he trots toward the scheming creature.
@[Jesper] Kildare doesn't like foxes LOL but thought this could be interesting