Quite pleased with yourself, having just been promoted to Legatus and finally having been honored with the respect you deserve, you find yourself wandering around the Falls. You're not entirely sure what to do with yourself, to be honest. You've been trying to consider what it is you'll have the Golden Pegasus (so maybe he's not as much an Asshole as you thought he was...) make you. He did promise you something after that stupid race, after all. Nevertheless, you haven't had much success. Gold is entirely impractical as a metal for battle tools, and why else would you want something?

However, it seems you will be distracted from your thoughts, as a wailing noise breaks over the rumbling of the waterfall. The noise seems distantly familiar to you, as though you've heard it before, which is strange since it's coming from your borders. You suppose, given your new position, that you should pay more attention to the borders anyways, so you head that direction. Making sure to get a good, grumpy glower on your face, you arrive just in time to hear Snowflake scream and hear the Glass Horn's response.

At first you do not understand, having arrived from a direction where you can only see Snowflake's good side, but as you come around to her other side your blood instantly sets to boiling. “WHO THE FUCK DID THIS!?” you bellow out, stamping your hoof upon the ground and inadvertently releasing your new rank magic that shakes the ground. You sway and swagger with the force of the rumblings, but it brings you no peace. Your ears laid back against your head, your screaming whinny fills the air and competes with the sound of rushing water. “I'll kill them Snowflake. I'll literally KILL them.”

Walking straight up to her if she does not move, lowering your head so that your eye is even with her remaining good one, you give her a demand. “Tell me a name. NOW.” There is no question in your voice, no hesitation or consideration. You care not if the beast is twenty feet tall and made of dragon fire. You will find them and you will destroy them. You will rip their eyes out one by one, tear their hooves from their limbs and then skin them alive. You will sink your teeth into their very heart, feel its last beat as you shred the muscle into pieces and them feed them to Histe. You will do this and so much more, and you won't even feel bad about it. They will deserve every nightmarish bit of horror that you will deliver unto them.

Why so enraged and erratic? Elsa is about the only friend you've ever made. And, despite the fact that you've never been very good to her, she seems to tolerate your idiocy with all the good graces that she can muster. She is one of the only good things you have found here in Helovia and someone has ruined her. You can't tolerate it. You won't have it. Backing off, so that the healers might do their best to fix destruction that has been wrought upon her, you began to pace back and forth as you await your answer, glancing periodically between Elsa and Seele, your body already turning damp as you work yourself into a sweat. You promised death and you will deliver, just so soon as you are given a name.

@[Elsa]