He does not dwell on these memories, focusing instead on every word that comes from the mare's mouth - he absorbs them, like mother's milk. Muzzle wrinkles in disgust as she talks of those willing to simply serve, to bend the knee and trundle along in their happy little lives helping whichever ruler took their fancy - why in Nieque's name did they not want to rule? No man with blood in his veins should ever be content to simply follow, when he could have an empire clasped between his teeth; it stank of weakness, of a lack of faith in one's own abilities. Tyradon had no such shortcomings. He was born to rule - and the daughter of Oblivion seemed to share his lofty goals. "What species were these leaders? Equine, or scum?" It is the first time he makes reference to his inherent racism; battleship grey gaze scans her face for signs of reaction. He thinks they will work well together, regardless of whether she shares his beliefs, but he knows their union will be far more successful if she understands his desire to purge Helovia of the horned and the winged.

He continues to listen, until her mouth is dry of words. "Yes, I will recruit. There are bound to be some here with fire in their heart." He thinks back to his previous herd, and the loyalty they offered him without questioning; a small sigh flees his jaws, knowing he will have to rebuild from the ground up. Cynder shifts her position on his back, sending him images of his children, his most devoted servants; he grits his teeth and blocks the pictures, not needing his bonded to remind him of everything he has lost. "If they refuse to join us willingly, then they will join by force." True loyalty was always better than fake loyalty, but while they were starting out they needed anything they could get. Any equines who could not see his point of view would be forced to accept it - he was sure that, with some light persuasion, he could turn even the most adamant of creatures towards his, their, cause. "If we go to the Threshold, ensure we are the first faces they see - they would be fools to refuse us. And once we have an army behind us..." Oh, he can scarcely contain his excitement; pillage, kill, glory!