It was obvious that there was an arrogant streak in the ‘Light‘ King that Bahamut would now have to satisfy. The idea of satisfying another male had been utterly preposterous at an earlier time than this. He stands in the right, being berated and looked down upon by the man who would claim him as a subject to his reign. He nods at Liberi, beginning to understand what it was that had gone wrong. Horses here had forgotten what they were. They mimed and mimicked the humans that they once had opposed - if his meager collection of history stories were correct. He pitied them for their loss of self, for their ignorance to their instincts and their true natures, but not all animals are meant to live the same. “If your intention was not to attack, but form an understanding of your lands and mine, then why did you not announce yourselves?” He is genuinely curious, a tilted head with pricked ears. “Isn‘t it known that a man with a mare may claim a land? I had thought he was here to take my land for his own use and I could not afford to make all ten of my mares homeless on a new stallions whim. It is why I have just returned from fighting my last opponent.”
Liberi and her soothing apology make him find it easy to see where he might have done wrong in their eyes and he is about to apologize when Sariel opens his mouth with more ignorant and arrogant nonsense. Sariel mocks him, mocks their way of life, mocks what he claims are his people. He not only mocks Bahamut then, for the women here chose this life beside him. And that is not all that he mocks, spits on. He says that he is the one who is right, who is correct. Oh, how like the white settlers who deemed the Native Americans to be savages. Walk on their land, over their hard work, and then claim you are the only one who knows traditions or has laws to be obeyed. Well there are laws here too, little king, and you are pretending to be greater than those - just as you say that Bahamut has transgressed your codes, you have done wrong by his. “You laugh at me? Your ways and titles might be well thought of in your neck of the woods, but if you were at all interested in the ways of your people - you would not sit and spit in my face. The laws of the wild are still laws in their own right. A man who trespasses in these parts mean to make an insult and either take the land the mares I protect or my children so that theirs will be the ones who survive and not mine.” He is appalled that he would laugh in his womens faces as though they were less than he and his strange mind-bender.
“By the laws of nature itself, the moment you came onto my land without my permission, you were a threat. A stallion is a threat to any other stallion unless he is traveling home or away from home. You admit to doing neither and you were standing in my home with no right to it.” He scoffs at the idea that the king believed that any stallion who was born and raised in the old ways, the real - horse - natural ways, must think as he did or was less a man for not doing so. Are we to form a lynch mob next, Sariel? Ransack the natives for their ‘pagan‘ beliefs? It seems you are well on your way - ousting what you claim to wish to seek friendship with. “You trespassed, and my ways say that a man with a woman means harm to the safety and wellbeing of my family. You are no more above that law than I am above yours - or so your exile tells me...” He raises his head with each snide comment on the part of the king, so he turns to the more intelligent and understanding horse - the mindbender - and speaks to her in a angry frustration. “What do I do to greet you in your ways, since you king is too stupid or glorious to bend to mine in my own home? If I will be cast out for being who I am in the natural ways of the world, then I might as well learn the ways of the ignorant man who commands me like I am less. I cannot tolerate nor handle any more trouble than your previously oblivious kingdom has allowed to pass between my herdland and the herdlands of your alliances and truces...” He is much put out, shaking his head. “Tell me, woman, how you greet people in your oh-so-civilized society.” The last remark was to make fun of Sariel - the king who could not bend a head in apology because he was just too right - because it seemed like his pride made the savage into seem to be the better man.
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