Turn down the lights;Khaos [any]

[Khaos]

He must admit, he likes the swelling of her sides. She might not be terribly impressed with it, but to him it’s a sign of the legacy growing within - the son or daughter that will carry on his blood through Beqanna. And who knows, it could be the child inside her that carries on his iron appearance as well. It’s about time he had a proper heir, after all. His children so far have all been disappointments.

He smiles into her side, wondering at the child within. He will know soon enough, but he does not like the wait. “Ah, but it becomes you. You look beautiful.” Or at least he enjoys the look on her. She is beyond beautiful to him, in a way - she is like him.

She asks after his morning, and he draws his muzzle away from her belly. “Quite well thank you. And yours?” He has not done anything in particular, besides the usual check in on Ghoest. Just to make sure he is a constant presence in her life, and to check in on the roan mare’s growing belly. He doesn’t have particularly high hopes for that child, considering its mother, but you never know. “Nothing in particular, my lady.” Though his thoughts immediately drift back to the cowed Ghoest. “Have you had the chance to meet any of the other herd mares yet?” It would be interesting, he thinks, to see the two of them interact - proud, strong Killgore and fragile, pathetic Ghoest. Does Killgore enjoy physical torture, or only the psychological?

K H A O S

iron son of carnage and oswyn

hell is empty and all the devils are here

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