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06-27-2017, 11:49 PM
Calstron
CASTIELLA was more of a stallion already than Akriel. It was....frustratingly strange. Calstron had wanted nothing but a good, sweet little filly with all the good (and female appropriate) behavior of her mother and instead had gotten a demon girl. Everything he'd hated about mares in the past: independent, furious, fairly UN-feminine in the traditional ways. Seriously, it was as if their souls had gotten into the wrong vessels. She trots alongside him eagerly as they go, she waits patiently for his words, she responds gallantly (Unlike her brother), and it fills him with a confusing pride. He wants to admonish her, to tell her that her brother is her better because he is male, that she should learn to curb herself......but she's just so excited right now and the King doesn't have it in his heart to break her smile. So, instead, he ruffles her forelock and kisses her. "Ahh, thats a good girl indeed. Of course you'd protect them both. As for your question, being a King is no fun at all. There are far too many bad people and far too many people calling themselves good, filled with lies, who want a piece of you." Indeed, being a ruler was not something to be envied in his experience. It was horrible. His eyes find Akriel. The cold had remained silent through most of his words, only offering a bit of sarcasm here or there, and that was just as infuriating as Castiella hogging the conversation. Gah, offspring. Couldn't they just do what you wanted? Castiella's question about killing, a decidedly Castiella musing, fills him with that confused pride again. He chooses to push aside the confusion and just go for it because at least she was playing along. All Akriel was doing was sulking in the background. "I suppose the feeling of killing is mixed." He lies, for it had always felt glorious except the first time, when he had been very young. But the rest had been fantastic. A glorious feeling of control and dominance and....NO. ENOUGH! "I do not wish to speak of it any further. Killing brings about a difficult path. It is better to avoid such things." He takes a few steps back from the pair. "Instead, let us focus on defense and learning how to move today. Simple things." He reaches down and picks up a heavy dirt clod in his maw and then tosses it directly at Castiella. "Now, defend!" He ignored his sulking son and waited for the colt to make his own decision on whether or not to participate. "speech" I'll Fall So You Might Live |
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Calstron is a dark character that often utilizes curse words and his posts may contain triggering content. PG-13, not PG
