Mirror mirror on the wall

[Killgore]

Killgore sashayed to the border, a young colt following dutifully behind her. A young silvered thing, such contrast to his Mother's dark hide. She was feeling much better, sleek even, having rid herself of the baby weight. She was proud of this one, so robust, well-built..solid. He was like a little tank, a young bull, and his eyes. That was her favorite. This boy had his father's eyes, and she would not have had it any other way. A devil child. Perhaps, though isn't that what they said about all of their Children? Whispers, always behind her back, never ever to their faces. They were jealous obviously, they wanted what she had, a flock of gorgeous little demi-gods. She misses Branka, where ever had the woman gone? She didn't know, she knew of loss, she had learned and she picked herself up to carry on.

some might think her delusional, crazed, off her rocker. Killgore thought Gyffen was the most delightful stallion. Handsome, charming..she could go on. No doubt she's told the child all this, her new boy, he would know his father well. Stopping just outside she nickers, straightening herself and doing her best to make the boy presentable. There wasn't really much to be done with a foal, their hair always stuck up at odd angles, they were gangling, awkward. She did her best though, licking roughly at her sons dark mane, it did nothing to tame the short locks. She sighs, impatiently whipping her tail around.

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[Gryffen]

What was happening in Silver Cove wasn’t a secret from him. The raven on his shoulder spoke to him often from what his fellow flock had seen. An Iron Stallion resided on a cliff in the Cove. The children were sick and twisted things and even more interesting, they ran the place together. Oh yes, he was well aware of what they said about the Cove. It’s what enticed him to Killgore to begin with. She was a mare who knew how to please a stallion. There’s had been a mutual and consensual evening which is not something he could usually attest to. How could he not pass up the offer considering the kind of offspring she had produced in the Cove? It was too good an opportunity to turn away. Crimson eyes watch them from the jagged edge of the mountainside from which he stands. They come to the border, mare and child, and his eyes narrow although a thin smile spreads on his lips. The air is extremely chilly despite Spring’s arrival and he basks in the coldness as clouds thicken behind him. Suddenly his angel wings spread and he steps off the ledge, catching the current and gliding easily towards the border. A few beats from his massive feathery appendages, a few minutes in the air, and then his hooves spring lightly on the sparse grass as he lands. A wolfish grin replacing the thin smile instantly. ”Killgore.” He greets her quietly as his wings fold back into his side. ”A pleasure to see you again. Welcome to the Mountains.” There’s a thread of teasing in his words, oh he remembered their encounter quite well. It was one he wouldn’t mind having again. With her he is the charming individual, not the torturous cruel master he is with the others. Kindred spirits have no need to be broken after all. ”Have you grown tired of the Cove? You’re more than welcome to join us here you know.” The raven flutters on his shoulder, beady eyes staring at the child as if it’s a shiny object it wishes to acquire. It’s Master certainly wishes to take her as part of his herd but she is Killdare’s mother after all… He supposes he has to have a little respect. Turning his attention to the foal at her side, he takes in the child. His child and another son at that. But this one has his red eyes. ”Well done…” He is obviously pleased at what she’s brought him. Those red eyes were a family trait after all and seemed to only be inherited by those that were worthy of them. Although Minette had birthed him a vicious little colt with horns growing out of his head. The crop of children this year were turning out better than he expected. Lowering his muzzle and exhaling cool breath that mists about the boy’s head, crimson eyes meeting crimson eyes. ”And what does your mother call you?” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf

[Kingpin]

K I N G P I N

kill them all...

He followed dutifully, Mother would not have it another way, and he quickly learned this. As they all had. When it came down to it, she was a simple creature, all one need do is travel along the set path, help build that path. It was not asking much, he thought not anyways. Show her you were worthy and she took care of you, as she did his siblings. Preform your duty and she would preform hers, nothing more, nothing less.

He watched the land change, craggy shore-land to misty forests, soon birds filled the air. Ravens that cawed then swirled to disappear in a puff of smoke and shadow. He watched them all curiously while trotting behind his Dam, his red eyes flirting with the dark.

His eyes, one look and his Mother was smiling. Perhaps they had been the very thing to save him from whatever lay with those that did not please her. He wouldn't know, he had never not pleased Mother. She told him he was beautiful, eyes like his father, that they would meet him soon. She also told him he was strong, built solid, that it reminded her of his Uncle. He wasn't sure if she was so happy about that part, her eyes forever dark and vapid. If it were not for the warm touches here or there, no one would ever know she truly cared for something.

Soon they stop, halting at an invisible border. He wonders why, if the man was his father, why should he have to stop? He didn't ask though, he simply obeyed huffing at her side as she pulled his hair. Eyes narrowed as she managed to pinch his scalp in doing so with each pass of her rough tongue. Soon a white male with wings finds them, staring back at him through the same bloody eyes. He assumes this is the man they have come to see, and he is not wrong. The stallion greets Mother, then turns to look him over, the boy only provides a solid stare back.

A hot cloud of air passes his Father's lips, blowing across the fine peach fuzz of his nose. "She calls me Kingpin." He responds in a matter of fact way.

Gryffen x Killgore