His garnet eye dances back up to the army of stars, thanking them for finding a place where he could become a key to the Unicorn supremacy. They would take over, they would rule the world, and slay until the world was of pristine blood. Unicorn blood. The bay stallion, full of fatigue, steps wholeheartedly towards, them dipping his head, away from his stars. Daltoff is still perhaps, a little unsure of just how pure their dreams were, just how far they wish to go in the aspect of elimination of anyone non-unicorn. He is sure though, that any extermination is a key to unlock peace and security for all of the beautiful Unicorn race.
Daltoff looks back to the bay girl, Korra, taking a smarter look into her abilities. Perhaps she isn't all extraterrestrial, and maybe she was useful to the supremacy? Whatever she is, Dalt now looks at her in a different way - a better way, a way that is sure she'll make up for her one odd flaw. Surely, if the King feels so highly for her, she is quite a good being.
He sees Mauja step out into the open ring of pooling moonlight, his voice sounding out in agreement over the stifling shadows. His one good eye peers into the glittering blue of his icy horn, and feels intrigue melt into his brain. He wonders what sorts of magic are out there for the Unicorns to use. He wonders if it is as destructive as the demigods' and could attempt to wipe out an entire race. Whatever the case, he's sure it's just as good. And as Mauja speaks again, the old soldier dips his head to agree. "It is, my brother." And then a devious grin grows to his lips, and he feels a chuckle rasp bubble in his vocal chords. Daltoff takes a fierce step in the direction they came from, and with another nod, he feels as if he's already home.
( Ending it here! )
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