The cool liquid felt good on his tongue, it had been a while since he had a decent drink of unpolluted waters. Droplets lingering upon his maw as he turned his crown slightly to gaze upon the approaching mare. He wasn’t fooled by her tedious smile, or her stride of false elegance. Iron weapon yielded against the dark ceiling, with only the waters reflection to give away its presence. As the pale faced vixen walked over, his crown rose above hers crimson pools gazing down upon her, not the slightest amused. His tongue cleaning the rest of the liquid from his lips, as long ink ears faced her, awaiting her words of ignorance.

Tiny? The stallion mused himself in his mind, on what exactly this mare could be referring too. He was taller than the pale faced wench, so she could only be commenting on his man hood. Crimson eyes narrowed, as they watched the dainty being strut away to his brethren. What she called him, was even more amusing. Arching his neck he turned away from the pale faced whore. Clearly, that is what she was after all. ”Whore.” A single world, whispered below his breath masked by the roar of the falls. The company of fellow unicorns was nice, given all he had seen in the Edge was the hornless ones, his kind there were few and far between.

Though the sound of another voice echoed his mind back to reality as he turned to rest his eyes upon his daughter; a prideful smile lacing the corners of his lips as her words spat like poison to the whore. His pride and joy, his blood was strong in her veins, even though she held her mother’s beauty. Though, he did notice something, the way she looked to his tattooed brother. It was obvious, they had met before.

Lobes shifted to the sounds of the cave, as he stepped past the pale faced whore, his lips parting as his teeth snapped at her flank, he was reaching out for a bite, he didn’t care if he hurt her or not, but to no avail he just snatched air this time. But he didn’t linger long on the thought, and moved near his daughter his pools resting upon his glass horned brother in wonder. His statements about his ass, caused a soft chuckle from behind Natos lips, while he noted the stags name.

d’Artagnan. The Nightshade, nonetheless; Nato remembered his title, though none of that seemed to matter anymore not in Helovia. ”Pleasure to have met you, d’Artagnan.” His tone was mild, but content as he turned to face the duo, standing at his daughters side. ”My name is Nato, and this is my daughter Nyx.” He turned to gaze upon the pale faced mare, and then to the hell hound that seemed to be content at his bonded side. Oh what Nato wouldn’t give, to have his magic back, to be able to vanish into thin air, to set things and others ablaze. Those were some good times.. and Nato just relished the thought of burning what little buttfluff was left on the whores ass.

Nato