Well well well... look who it is.
Surely some part of the hunter recognized her before the imps, but whatever part it was couldn't face the reality. She stands before him, so innocent, the daughter of his last kill unknowingly answering the call of a murderer. His heart lurches and sinks, and it takes all of his power to not roll back his eyes, turn tail, and run. He's more coward than killer now, following Archibald's orders so he doesn't have to follow his own.
Somehow, though, Knox manages to keep his cool. His teeth grind imperceptibly and his long tail flicks behind him. It lands against his legs again with a thud, some of its strands growing into thick tangled knots as he fails to care for himself.
"It depends on your intentions," Knox says quietly, his voice sounding rough from aggression but in reality choked with the fear of facing his past.
That's not you anymore, someone whispers.
But for so long—
Yuh must move on, his father speaks.
The shadowed stallion coughs, pulling himself away from the tree and starting a slow pace before the mare. "Tell me your name, and why you have come. Then we will see if you're in the right place," Knox says as coolly as he can, distracted already by the sounds of another. His ears tilt forward and his head snaps. Cold, blue eyes narrow at the colt that so blindly introduces himself—were Knox not waiting on the mare's reply, he would have snapped at Murtagh without discrimination.
But being a father himself, and knowing that the bouncing little creature is Ktulu's spawn, Knox holds his tongue and lowers his head invitingly. "Come on then, boy. You've much to learn, I'm sure, and the sneaks of these falls are kings of seeking knowledge," he adds with a snort in the colt's face and a wicked expression that is almost like a grin. Maybe he doesn't consort with gods as the storyteller does, but Knox has no care for the gods anymore, anyway. The secrets the shadows tell are far more interesting.
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