There was something satisfying about returning with only one intention in mind- to fight. To resolve all arguments with the meaty smack of flesh on flesh, to pick them battles recklessly whenever and wherever he went, to be declared victor again and again. A year ago, when he last been in Helovia, he had still been young, hardening but slowly. Now he was stronger than ever, and only just entering the years of his prime; muscle was carved deep into the lines of his neck and broad haunches, sweat glistening on his manhood and around his eyes, all thick brawn with heavy testicles to boot. Not only had his body had developed, but his appetite as well. He was not just a pale boy this year, but a stallion with a stallion's hungers and a stallion's lust, with an eye for the mares and a keen appreciation of those who dared to challenge him- for he loved to beat them, time and time again. Ricochet was an invincible bastard, who took to arms with a feckless grin on his burnt face, and he dreamed glory and a world washed in the blood of his enemies every time he took to sleep, like any other young arrogant soldier.

He entered the now familiar Threshold languidly, an insolent swagger to his stride that declared him to the world as a fearless man. Shafts of sunlight glistening on the wetness of his scarred, rough body, highlighted and accentuated the fullness of his body. Dust stirred beneath his hooves, drifting around his legs, perhaps hungry for the familiarity of him. Today was a good day to return, when the particles of sunbaked earth choked the lungs and glittered in the air- which served his ability to turn dust to fire well. Now he was only waiting for someone to meet him, and with any luck that somebody would be a hornhead or a skyrat. They would approach, thinking they were about to meet a meek boy, only to find themselves greeted by a warrior whooping battlecries as he runs headlong to them, teeth bared as way of smile and ears pinned in way of greeting. He was hungry for a fight today, he was- practically starved for it, in fact.

"Guns, go," Ricochet grunted, tail whipping his flanks to drive away the flies drawn to the sweetness of his dewy flesh. The sun glittered in his hard eyes, shining richly on his buttermilk skin. It was fucking hot, the heat burning on his creamy skin, but he ignored the burn of the sun on his back, wryly remembering the pain of a dragonfire flame. That pain put everything else to mere mosquito bites. Beneath his hooves the dry grass crackled, the air smelling of cloying flowers and pollen, and the birds fell silent as the pair of canine and equine moved by, no doubt wary of the wiry-haired collie shooting ahead from Ricochet's flank, slavering heavily at the jaws, eyes gleaming joyfully as he chased at a rabbit.

The horse watched as the rabbit got away from the snarling jaws of his pet.

As Guns dug his paws in and flew after all manner of assorted life, Ricochet's thoughts drifted away, towards Kimber and his other half-sister, Aerwen, and from Aerwen it went to Jackal, his nephew. A scowl creased his lips. How could she have allowed a unicorn to mount her? Was it that fucking hard to kick a stallion in the gut as he slipped his dick inside you? It shouldn't matter, these grim thoughts, but it twisted a knife in his stomach that his own half-sister had turned against Nieque and all he stood for to go moping after some unicorn man-whore. He would have to pick up the slack his sister had left behind her pregnant belly- he, the Incendiary, would ensure that horses would prosper, and only the real horses, not the twisted freaks of nature.

Freaks of nature. Smoke had birthed the spawn of a god here, hadn't she? Some girl... Israfel, was that her name? She had warned him off culling the sickly thing. The girl would be older by now however- perhaps he should go chasing after her, bring her down like a wolf did fawn.

No, Smoke would not forgive him if he killed her daughter, no matter what he thought of it. Although perhaps she would later come to terms with it, realize the favor he had done...

Fuck, his family was corrupt, it's purity savaged by mistake after mistake.
Good thing he was here to save it.

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blam, you're dead