The roan boy decided to follow him back into the edge, and he was rather pleased with himself. To have saved the life of an arrogant child, who didn’t know any better than leaving his mother at an early age simply to justify the fact he was ‘coming of age’. The crimson eyes of the obsidian stallion fell upon the foal that was at his side, as they moved into the clearing of the world’s edge, caution filtering through his movements as soldiers pivot upon his skull acting as radar for potential dangers. He would be thrilled, that now Quinn had joined the edge with him, and her mention of starting a family, how he desired to have children again, to raise a true warrior with hopes of not messing it up this time. And then, there was this child, this young cowboy that had the slang from unknown origin. Perhaps should the colt desire it, he could mentor if not father him for the time being. The chance to push some spunk into him when the time has come, and he is of age; the thought wasn’t a burden, but more so hopeful.

His motions slowed, pools glinting from the shards of shattered glass that cut against the gray skies. What was left of our defenses, our glass wall had fallen to darkness, its sharp crystal edges decorated with powder and ice. It was a depressing thing to witness, and the looming thought that danger still existed within these lands never left his mind. Not after that day, not after he watched his daughter become that thing, that thing he had to beat within the final breaths of its life to save her, unsure if it would work or not. And now, we were back. We are here again. I pause, hoping the colt wouldn’t advance without him into the open meadow, his voice deep and heavy poured from his lips in a cry of announcement, the arrival of someone new, that they weren’t dangerous.

"This, is the Words Edge." It wasn’t much to look at was it? The broken shards of glass, the dead timber in the distance, it wasn’t has he left it. But the child had to understand, it was still dangerous. "The darkness has changed it, but we are rebuilding." His voice regal, laced with power and determination, after all this is where his future family, his last generation was to grow up- it had to be perfect. "There are many here." Muzzle lowered as his neck arched, leaning down to gaze upon the boy, his serious gaze meaning life or death. "Just remember Cowboy, the land is not yet safe." It was a warning, perhaps for the foal to look out for himself. The serious motion of his gaze turned more soft as he smiled, massive cranium pressing against his side as he pushed the roan speckled boy in front of him, playfully, daring him to walk into the unknown.

Tags: @[Cowboy] @[Kaj]
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oOc: Sorry For the wait. <3

Nato